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"Books keep falling, food keeps going missing"

"Do ghosts even eat human food?"

"I guess so..?"

Jimin rolled his eyes but nodded, taking out his phone

"I know someone who can help"

X

"You brought me to a fortune teller?"

Yoongi frowned at Jimin, eyeing the roof which had a huge eye over a crystal ball 

"You can believe in ghosts but not fortune tellers?" Jimin raised a brow, grabbing Yoongis hands, they felt warm in his "Let's go"

Yoongi let the younger lead him inside, the further they went, the more darkness surrounded him

it reminded him of that time.

"Welcome"

A shrill voice came about, causing Yoongi to blink as he looked towards where the voice had come from, a middle aged lady standing in front of a crystal ball

"Hello there, you must be the young man who called me"

"No, that would be me, he's the one who needs his fortune told" 

Jimin smiled and pointed towards Yoongi

Yoongi gave him a look as he was motioned to sit, which he did hesitantly

"Alright, please give me your hand"

"My hand..?"

She nodded and placed out her palms so he could lay his on hers

They were wrinkled and in dire need of hand cream

"Ah, the hands of a hard worker"

She observed his hands before slipping hers from out under and started to massage the crystal, letting it glow before speaking once more

"I see- a man"

"A man?"

Yoongi looked at the ball, he didn't see anything

"Yes, in your house, quite handsome too"

"Do you know his name?"

"Yes, Kim..Kim.."

"Kim?"

He looked towards Jimin "Namjoon?"

Jimin shrugged and looked at the psychic 

"I'm not sure but I would be careful, they don't seem like good energy"

Yoongi scrunched up his nose and got up 

''where are you going, the session isn't done"

"It is for me"

Grabbing his phone, Yoongi placed it into his pocket and made his way towards his house avoiding the calls of Jimin as he plugged in his earphones, engulfing himself in the music 

X

He could hear the sound of cars pass him, children crying and people talking, it bothered him. 

Even when surrounded by a bunch of people, he felt lonely

His house felt empty and cold. 

As he reached his home, he turned the music lower and reached for his keys, which laid under his doormat

Turning it slowly, he waited for the click, one earbud dangling towards the floor as he opened it

Stepping in, he closed the door behind him and turned on the light 

only to be met by a male

"wh-"

"Hi...I'm Taehyung"


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