Home is where your... ghost is?

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Yoongi was finally done for the day, though "done" wasn't exactly the right word for it. The murder case ran through Yoongi's head at all hours of the day. A detective can't just push a crime out of his mind when he's "off of work." It followed him everywhere, haunting him like a poltergeist.

He was walking by a bike rack when he finally remembered the bike from last night that he had "borrowed" ... and then forgotten to return.

"Crap," Yoongi said, already back tracking to the place where he had tackled the thief. He prayed the bike was still there.

10 minutes later and Yoongi was walking the bike (still there, by some miracle, it had been pushed off to the side of the road where it wasn't in the immediate sight of anyone) back to the bike rack he had taken it from. Maybe the owner of the bike frequented this supermarket and would see his bike the next time he came by.

Unfortunately for him, before he had quite reached the bike rack, he heard a loud, "HEY! THAT'S MY BIKE!" before a man around his age started running towards him at full speed.

"W—wait! I can explain!" Yoongi said, but it fell upon deaf ears. The man wrestled the bike away from Yoongi, even going as far as to kick Yoongi in the shin.

"OWW!" Yoongi yelped staggering away from the man who was staring daggers at him.

"You steal my bike and then have the nerve to go parading around with it WHERE YOU STOLE IT FROM?!?!" The man looked like he was about to kick Yoongi again.

"I didn't steal your bike—" Yoongi began.

"Well then, where has it been since last night?? I'll have you know I had to carry all the HEAVY bags of grocery ALL the way back home, 15 MINTES AWAY!" The man's voice becoming louder and louder as he spoke. Yoongi cringed as he saw other people starting to take notice of the scene.

"Listen, I'm a cop, I didn't steal your bike, I just borrowed it to catch a thief."

The man went silent, scrutinizing Yoongi. "You don't look like a cop." He said eyeing Yoongi's rather slim limbs. Yoongi scoffed, "Now he's just being insulting."

"You don't need to be the next world wrestling champion to be a cop, and to be more specific, I'm a detective." Yoongi clarified, involuntarily puffing out his chest. It annoyed him that the other man was taller than him.

"Hmmm..." The man seemed to be taking this information in, "I'm going to need some proof."

"You've got to be—" Yoongi mumbled as he fished his badge out of his jean pocket. "Here, happy?"

The man squinted at the badge, looking up from it to Yoongi's face, and back again.

"Min—Yoongi?" The man said. Yoongi looked at him like yeah-huh.

"And you said my bike helped catch a thief?" Hoseok questioned.

Yoongi nodded, "Yes, it was very helpful in the arrest." Yoongi humored the man.

"Well, I guess... I'll let this one slide then." The man said, like he was doing Yoongi a favor. "Though you should really refrain from further... 'borrowing,' detective." The man said in a teasing manner.

"And, may I ask what your name is?" Yoongi asked amused.

"Hoseok."

"Just, Hoseok?"

"Maybe, what's it to yah?"

Yoongi liked this guy, he had to admit. Prior shin kicking already forgotten.

"Well then, have a good evening, detective Min Yoongi." Hoseok said with a little salute, before walking back the direction he had come, bike in hand.

Yoongi watched him go, "A good evening indeed."

~

Hoseok couldn't believe he had just yelled at a cop, let alone kick him in the shin. "Stupid Hoseok, stupid," he chastised himself. In his defense though, the cop did seem like he had stolen his bike. How was he supposed to know his bike assisted in the capture of a thief?

Though the interaction did give him a new-found surge of bravery. If he could yell at a flesh and blood detective, then surely, he could deal with a silly light fragment. Hoseok laughed, a light fragment, how was he scared of that again? Even his bike was braver than he was!

Hoseok didn't need to be the bravest, he just needed to be braver than his bike.

He opened the door to his apartment with a flourish, bravery on high. He sang loudly in the shower, brushed his teeth viciously, and plopped into bed, not one ounce of fear in his head. It was incredible really, Hobi didn't think he'd ever felt this brave in, well, forever.

Sleep overtook him quickly, and before he knew it, he was out cold.

~

Hoseok wasn't sure how long he had been asleep, in fact, he wasn't even aware he was awake, his mind still in a daze—but something had woken him up. It was almost like there was a... presence.

He rolled over in his bed, not thinking about it, opening his eyes to see the time.

What he saw instead, made his blood run cold. All the hairs on his body stood up in fright, it was like someone had thrown an uppercut to his gut, he couldn't breathe.

This time is was a distinguishable figure, not just a fragment of light, though the figure seemed to be outlined in a glow. It was a boy, around Hoseok's age, dark hair hung into his eyes, seeming to peer at Hoseok in absolute misery. What was even more disturbing, was the deep red pool of blood that was flowing from his chest, covering his clothes in it. Hoseok felt like he could almost smell the metallic of the blood, dripping from his being onto the ground. A single gash ran across his face, puckered skin curling red at the edges.

The ghost—for there was nothing else Hoseok could call it—opened his mouth—and screamed.

Well, Hoseok screamed, and blacked out from fright immediately after.

~

Hobi woke up to the sunlight streaming in through the blinds. He blinked for a while, eyes adjusting to the sunlight, before the memories came rushing back. He sat bolt upright in his bed, his heart rate increasing triple time.

The first thing he did was look at the floor where the ghost had been, but he didn't see any drops of blood. Was it all just a nightmare? Was his subconscious playing a cruel trick on him because of his sudden spike of bravery last night? Almost like a, ha ha you think you can be brave? Not a chance.

A nightmare, that's all it had to have been. He didn't even want to think about what it would mean if it was real. The ghost's face was already blurred out in his mind, the only thing he could remember was all that blood, and the fear that had gripped him tight like a vice.

He slowly sat up and got out of his bed, feeling light headed.

The rest of Hoseok's day went by without a trace of the aforementioned ghost, leaving him to believe that what he had seen had indeed been a nightmare and nothing more.

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