Fanatic Ghost

The World: Seokjin

The light of the night, glomming the night. The light provided by each home is the star of the starless night. Caressing the necklace around and envisaging the scent of my fanatic ghost. Envision the moment where he's floating around, watching my sleep.

The time when he's with me. Depression, misery, and dullness cast out the way he smiled when he got blushed.

"Kookie, where are you? This fame and money aren't enough when you are not on my side."

I kneel in the moon's light hidden by the dark clouds and the sound of the sirens is the only witness of my grief.

"I miss you. I promise―"

I flinch when my phone rings and glance at the screen.

Manager Namjoon is calling...

"Namjoon is a workaholic person at this time of the night. He's still working," I said to myself before I answered the call.

"Hello, Seokjin. I have a piece of good news for you?" I huffed at his statement. Usually, he never says those words. The only words he knows― his work.

"This is not you, Manager Kim." I seated back in bed while looking up at the window. I heard a laugh on the other line.

"Yes, because― Good news is my new vocabulary in your ears." I smile and he continues.

"So, remember when you asked me― about this fanatic ghost of yours?" I nodded. When I asked him if he knew any magicians or ghost hunters who could find my ghost, he said no. I thought he was going to laugh, but his face was dead serious. Then I decide to open up about the fanatic ghost. I met―

He listens to stories, and he said, he knows a paranormal expert that can help my case. Namjoon said, they are probably my ghost already in heaven, which is my heartache if he already goes to heaven. I didn't say goodbye to him, however, that was impossible. Those words lifted my spirit because my fanatic ghost has an incomplete mission. That is the reason he cannot pass heaven. The other scenario is―

"He's still alive," I gasped. It means, "Kookie, return to his body."

"Yes, and you know the person who possesses your fanatic ghost." I heard a smirk on the other line. I hate him when he suspense all the important details.

"Manager Kim, please..." I beg.

"Relax Jinnie, the good thing you said is his character because it's hard for him to find the ghost." I sighed and lay down on my bed. I got annoyed with him by puffing on my phone. "The world is vast. What do you think, Kim Seokjin?"

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"Here," One of my managers handed me my new project. Namjoon did a job well.

"A small world," I murmured.

I look at the tall building shining glimmering by the sun tall reflecting the light of the entire building. Then one of the security guided my way. Everyone had laid their eyes on me.

These people didn't want Kim Seokjin, the small-time model who lost his memory from his past life. They love the Kim Seokjin today, rich, famous, and bachelorette.

My security guard open the door, revealing the person who saved my life but also the person who make my life turn to hell.

"Park Jimin,"

I read carefully and fully understands the content of the contract, then I glanced back to Jimin who was just staring at every move I make. I gave the contract to Namjoon; he read the contract. To be honest, he had an IQ of 143. He can fully understand the contract. I see a smirk on his face.

"Are you sure about this, Mr. Park? The Park company shouldered all the expenses, and you gave a huge amount for the contract for Hybe and to our artist, which is Kim Seokjin alone? Are there any hints or tricked on this?" He questions and we look back at Jimin's dull and stoic emotion.

"I cannot take the risk of putting the name of our family just to scam you guys," Jimin answered, as I assume Namjoon nodded, agreeing on the terms of the contract.

"What do you think, Seokjin?" He asked as he handed back the contract. I sighed and read the contract all over again to find any hints or tricks on this contract. I cannot see anything.

"Any doubts, gentlemen?" Jimin inquired. Both Namjoon and I look at each, waiting for my answer.

Suddenly, Namjoon approach my side and whispered in my ears.

"He's coming, bear yourself."

"Well, Jimin-shi―" I cleared my and then I heard a thud on the floor, a bulk man not the same as Namjoon. My heartthrob watched the man as I heard our hands. A shivered throughout my spines and held him up. He's more bulky and handsome in front of my body, which is a small centimeter space between us.

"Seokjin, he's the one." He pointed to the man who was talking to Jimin. I nodded and turn to them.

I glance at Jimin, and I say to myself.

'The world is small.'

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Fast forward, we are already on our flight. I asked Namjoon to make sure of the flight from our accommodation. He's always with me on my side. While the staff talking about the incoming photo shoot. We took the elevator, but God loves me.

My life didn't retrieve, yet, I had a life-threatening, we stock on the elevator, so scared.

"Lay on my body," I tilt my head to glance at his bunny smile. "If the elevator fall, at least, the impact of the elevator didn't affect your body."

I sob in his heroic act. At first, I was hesitant; then his smile makes calm my heart.

I lay above his body. It was so warm. Silent occurs on both of us until they cut it off him.

"Do you want to hear a song?" He asked. I can hear his voice by putting my ear on his chest. I nodded in answer. Then his chest vibrates. Knowing he's chuckling.

A sweet melody plays. I lean more to hear the vibration coming out of his chest. It was so relaxing and calming, like a singing angel in heaven. My eyes got heavier and heavier until I fell into dreamland. In my dreams, the sound of the creaking sounds opened the steel thick wall. A voice of many unknowns language that I didn't understand person occurs. Jungkook spoke to those in a calm tone.

"We're fine,"

Afterward, I felt my body floating in the mid-air. Still, the warmth and the calming heartbeat never detach into my ears. Lionel Richie is right.

"I said to myself, what a wonderful world." 

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