Dead Ringer |Jikook|🎀

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Chapter Ten: Jungkook.

Jungkook sat there in his bed, hand holding his head as he tried to scrutinize the situation. "When did I fuck up again?" He wondered out loud. And later answered himself in a cheerful tone even though he wasn't anywhere near cheerful. "Ah yes! When I started speaking with that handsome man."

He could get thrown in a mental asylum anytime now!!

His aunt not aware that he was awake, and that was the only reason he was still here. And he was planning on keeping it that way.

The boy had multiple thoughts clogging his mind. He had dozens of questions running around in his mind, pushing him to scream out loud. He was frustrated. But he remained silent, not wanting to get dragged to an asylum.

Was there even a scientific reason for this other than him being insane?

'Will he come to see me again?' He wondered. 

Jungkook wanted to see Jimin.

He wanted to ask all the questions that were running a marathon in his mind despite knowing Jimin wouldn't answer him. He wouldn't. After all, Jimin hates questions.

"What is going to happen when Aunt Lucy comes?" Jungkook asked. "I should probably run away with my clothes and money", he continued. "Or better kill myself as I am insane anyway." Jungkook rolled his eyes, letting out a dry laugh.

Laughing at his own pathetic ass wasn't something new to him. Suddenly Jungkook heard a small noise from the window.

"Must be a bird", he said loudly before continuing with a glare. "Or a small chick stalking me." Jungkook growled out, turning to his window.

Jimin jumped inside the room, his silk white shirt that he always wears now irking Jungkook. Why is he always wearing that shirt?

"Hello, Jeongguk. How are you?" Jimin asked, fully aware of the incident that happened earlier. He chose to ignore it instead cause that's what intellects do. But this matter can't be ignored.

Jungkook stared at the man in disbelief. "Oh, I don't know. How are you Jimin?" And the man shrugged, making his way towards his bed before making himself comfortable next to him. "I know you know what happened Jimin!!" Jungkook snapped.

"Do I?"

"What are you Jimin?! Are you my imagination? An illusion? Am I dreaming? Am I insane?! What is fucking happening?" Jungkook angrily punched his bed, tears forming in his eyes as his lips wobbled. "I-I want to know! Am I insane? Is that why I am imagining you?" His voice cracked at the end, the seriousness of the situation kicking in.

After asking those questions out loud, he realized it wasn't something that should be laughed at.

"Oh, my Jungkook." Jimin cooed softly, cupping the crying boy's cheeks. Jungkook tried to shrug his hands off but ended up crying more and giving up. "I am not an illusion, Jungkook. I am not a part of your imagination. And you are not insane." Jungkook stared at him, his vision blurry because of the tears.

"T-then what are you, Jimin?" He asked.

"What do you want me to be, Jungkook?" Jimin asked back, smiling a little.

"I want you to be human but I don't think you are human," Jungkook mumbled, still looking at Jimin. He waited for Jimin to say something and when Jimin did, he was left shocked.

"I am a ghost." Jungkook turned silent, not knowing how to react. "I think you don't believe me but that's okay cause I won't too", Jimin said. "I probably should've added an 'I am dead' in my introduction. Hello!! I am Jeon Jimin, married to Jeon Jeongguk. And I am dead. For real!! Amazing right?" The young boy stared at him with a bewildered expression.