Waiting for you Anpanman | SOPE

Talkin' bout ghosts

a/n: Maybe some of your questions will be answered here...

Hoseok called Seokjin on the way back to his apartment. He needed to ask him a question—a ghost pertaining question.

"Hey Hobi! How's it going?" Jin's cheery voice came over the line.

"Iss fine hyung," Hobi said, "I need more information about ghosts."

"Okay, cutting straight to the point I see," Seokjin teased. "So, I guess you still haven't gotten over that ghost in your apartment, huh? What do you need to know?"

"Why do ghosts appear to us?"

"Hmmmm... they could have some unfinished business in this world, maybe their deaths were gruesome, or there's something keeping them here?"

Hoseok felt his blood run cold, the chest wound on the ghost certainly didn't seem like a peaceful death.

"Why would it appear to me?"

Seokjin hummed in thought, "Maybe it's not you specifically, but the place?" Seokjin said. "Ghosts tend to stick around an area that they died, or near whatever is tying them to stay in this world." Seokjin said.

Hoseok contemplated that, "Is there a way I could... talk to it?" God, he hated the mere thought of talking to the ghost, but if that ghost was somehow connected with the murders, maybe talking to it would be the only way to solve this case in real life.

"I mean, hold a séance? Or maybe just... try to talk to it? It might understand you. I'm sorry Hobi, I've never actually tried to talk to a ghost before."

"It's okay hyung, thanks." Hoseok promptly hung up.

Despite his fear of the paranormal, Hoseok saw this ghost as the best chance of solving this murder case. He had to do it to save future lives. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he ignored that fact that he might have a solid way to find out just who the murderer is as they went on killing more people. It was also his chance to prove to himself he wasn't a coward. It was his chance to say to the world that Jung Hoseok is more than just a scaredy cat.

It was time for him to be the hero he used to dream he could be.

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Reaching his apartment, maybe-date momentarily forgotten, Hoseok decided to reach out to the ghost.

"H-heeyy there ghostie," he began. "God, what are you doing Jung Hoseok??"

"I ah, I need to talk to you? Are you still here?" Hoseok waited a beat, scared eyes scanning his apartment for any sign of the ghost.

He gulped, "It's about... how you died." Hoseok continued, "We may be able to help each other."

Not a minute later, the ghost blinked into appearance. Hoseok yelped, flattening himself against the back of the couch.

The ghost looked the same as it had the last time Hobi saw it standing in his hallway. This time it glided over to stand in front of Hoseok.

Hoseok was shaking, he couldn't help it, this was his greatest fear come to life, but he had to suck it up. He had to stop the murders if he could.

"You—can help me?" The ghost spoke. Hoseok was taken aback. He didn't think the ghost would actually be able to speak to him. Though he wasn't sure if you could call it speaking. It was more like he heard the words in his head, but he didn't actually recall where it came from.

"Y—you can talk!??" Hobi spat out incredulously, eyes widening to the size of saucers.

The ghost shrugged, a rather human gesture that calmed Hobi's nerves just a little bit, "Yeah, I guess. You're the first person I've talked to. In fact, you're the first person I've seen since..." his voice trailed off, eyes morphing into pure misery. Hobi fought the urge to hug the ghost. He'd probably go straight though him anyways. Curse his inability to see anyone sad.