BTS Imagines 3

Namjoon ♡ Ghostbuster

Ghostbuster! Y/n and ghost Namjoon uwu

The phone rings loudly from it's spot at my desk. I hurry across the room, away from all the scattered machine parts lying in the floor, nearly tripping on a duffle bag as I reach the phone.

"Ghostbusters, how may I help you?"
"Um y-yes. My name is Byun Baekhyun. I work at the city library. I think we have a... ghost here." He explained, whispering when he said the word ghost.
"A ghost?! That's great! Uh- I mean, I can get it out for you."
"That would be perfect."
"Can you explain what's happening exactly?"
"Well, when I close up at night, sometimes I hear footsteps. The library was completely empty, too. Also, I hear books falling off the shelves and the occasional sound of a chair scraping against the floor."
"Very interesting." I muttered, stroking my chin.
"Have you dealt with this stuff before?" He asked.
"Of course I have! I'll get that ghost out of your library in a jiffy!"
"Perfect!" He thanked me profusely before giving me the address of the library.
I hung up the phone, placing my hands on my hips in triumph, happy to have a new customer. Things have been slow around here lately and I've been in need of some excitement.
A knock on the front door made me snap my head around in the direction of the sound.

"Who is it?" I asked as I stepped towards the door.
"It's me. I brought that new and improved proton pack you asked for."
"Oh!" I squeaked, excitedly rushing over to open the doors.
Taehyung stands outside, pushing his round framed glasses up his nose as he tries desperately to hold only the bulky machinery. He fumbles with it, stepping past the threshold.
"I got it." I grab the proton pack and help him move it into my desk. "Watch your step. I've been tinkering with some stuff and I've made a mess."
"I see that." He muttered, stepping over a large pipe.
"You can set it right up here." I gesture towards a large metal table.
Taehyung and I heave the proton pack onto the large surface.
"Sorry you had to carry that all the way up here."
"It's fine. This building only has two floors anyway." He says breathlessly.
"She's a beauty." I comment, looking down at the proton pack laid out on the table.
"Well, I worked on it for three months."
"You did a great job. Have you tested it?"
"No. I wanted to leave that up to you."
"You know me so well!" I clapped giddily, grabbing the proton pack and slipping the straps over my shoulders.
"As you can see, this model is smaller and can be strapped to your back." He explained.
"It's still a bit on the heavier side."
"Yes, but it's much more convenient than your other one, right?"
"Definitely." I grin, holding the small gun attached to the proton pack. "C'mon, let's go out back and see what this baby can do."

Taehyung and I headed out back in the alleyway. I checked to make sure no one was around before I aimed the gun at a trash can.
"Be careful." He warned.
"I'm always careful." I huffed, pulling the trigger.
A bright stream of blue and red light blasted from the end of the gun. The force of it nearly knocking me over. I watched with wide eyes as the trash can I aimed at is sent flying into the air by the powerful beam.
I push my hair out of my face, my mouth hanging open in amazement.
"Wow." I breathe.
"That was..." Taehyung trailed off.
"Awesome!" I screech. "This will be perfect to take to the library later on."
"The library?" He questions, adjusting his glasses.
"Yeah! I have a new customer." I answered proudly, puffing out my chest a bit.
"Seriously?"
"Yes! The owner of the library tells me there's a ghost haunting it. I'm gonna go down and check it out when they close."

I thank Taehyung multiple times for his help as he leaves. He gives me a small wave and a "good luck" before walking out.

I glanced at the clock, seeing that it was nearing closing time for the library. I quickly suited up and gathered my things before heading over to the library, my body rushing with adrenaline.

My vehicle comes to a screeching stop in front of the library. I hurry to unload my equipment, slipping the new proton pack onto my back as I stride up to the doors. Before I could even knock, they swing open, a nervous looking man stands inside.