Ghost Chasers

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Flashback to the day Yeosang died

Since that evening, I stayed with Jimin almost all the time, even though we hadn't talked about the kiss. Because when you get right down to it, we were both still in relationships and the kiss shouldn't have happened at all. And yet it had happened... and since then everything had changed for me, because I had finally admitted to myself that Jimin wasn't just a friend to me, but that I loved him, loved him more than I thought, in exactly the way you shouldn't love your brother's boyfriend. I wanted to talk to him about it, wanted to tell him, but I held back, supported him instead, helped him move out of Yeosang's room and was just there for him. But everything inside me wanted the older man, I didn't just want to hold him in my arms to comfort him, I wanted to tell him how I felt, but I couldn't be that selfish. We should clarify our relationship first.

I had just come back from Taehyung's. My conversation with him had been easier than I thought, because when I told him that I wanted to break up because I had feelings for someone else, he just smiled at me and said that it was nice that I had finally realized it. He would miss the sex, but just being my best friend again would be enough for him. If we were honest, we had never really been in love with each other, sure we had put the stamp of relationship on each other, but it had never been more than friendship +.

Yeosang hadn't come home in the last few days, but I knew he'd be at the old mansion tonight because we were going to celebrate, which had been planned for months and he certainly wouldn't miss it. Not only would Jimin want to talk to him, I wanted to sort it out with him too, because I didn't want a fight between us. Surely he would accept it, right? After all, he had someone else of his own, so why would he mind if I confessed my feelings to Jimin?

With Jimin by the hand, I entered the creepy house, the music was blaring loudly from the sound system I had brought with me, the entrance hall was already full of people and the atmosphere seemed exuberant. I looked around and finally found Yeosang standing at the bar with a cup in his hand. I pointed my head in his direction and Jimin's gaze found him too. We slowly made our way through the crowd and then stopped next to my brother, who looked at Jimin with a guilty expression and then hugged us both. You could see that he wasn't feeling well either and was reproaching himself.

"I'm so sorry... But I can't do this anymore. Let's talk." He then said to Jimin and pulled him with him, probably to a quiet corner. Left alone, I drank a few beers, not so many that I was drunk of course, but enough to give me some courage. More than an hour passed and by now I was sitting with Jungkook and Wooyoung while I waited, but they weren't much of a conversation as they were constantly making out. Mingi was already pretty drunk in an old, rotten armchair and I didn't know where Jongho and Taehyung were hanging out.

When Jimin and Yeosang came back, you could see my brother's relief, but they both had red eyes from crying. I gave Jimin a quick hug and then pushed him onto the sofa.

"I need to talk to him too, I'll be right back," I said to him and he nodded understandingly.

Then I grabbed my brother's hand and pulled him with me, a few steps up the stairs, until it wasn't quite so loud anymore. We sat down on the steps on the second floor and Yeosang looked at me expectantly.

"Listen, if this is about me Jimin..." he began, but I interrupted him.

"No, it's about me and Jimin." I said quickly and he raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean, San?" he wanted to know and I felt a knot in my stomach.

"I love him... and I want to tell him today..." I just said it and Yeosang's eyes widened.

"You... What?" he asked overwhelmed and I sighed softly, he deserved the truth.

"I don't want to lie to you, the night you left.... I kissed him and I realized I felt more for him than I thought I did. I broke up with Tae and I want to be with Jimin in case he has feelings for me too." I told him and then looked into his eyes, which looked at me in disbelief.

"I can't tell you two what to do , Jimin is free now and I have someone else.... but it's still not so easy to process right now... you don't need my permission, since I'd be the last person to say anything against it... but give me time, I have to deal with that first. Go back to Jimin, he needs you now. I need to be alone for a while and think." After his answer, I breathed a sigh of relief and we hugged before he continued up the stairs and I ran back down.

When I reached Jimin, I sat down next to him and took his hand while I gave him a beaming smile, which he returned after a short while.

"Shall we talk about the kiss now?" I whispered in his ear and he turned his head to look at me with wide eyes.

"Shouldn't we do it again instead? I can hardly remember and I need to know exactly what you want to talk about." he said with a cheeky smile and I felt sick to my stomach. I looked at him attentively, I really hoped he wasn't just doing it because he wanted to forget Yeosang. Slowly, I came closer and closer to his face with mine and when our lips almost touched, we both closed our eyes expectantly. The kiss was emotional, but brief, as we were distracted by Jongho sitting down with us.

"What's Yeosang doing alone on the second floor? He's leaning dangerously far over the railing," he then asked and we scattered. To get a better view up there, I jumped up and ran to the middle of the entrance hall, where there weren't that many people anymore, as many had retreated to some rooms to make out. Jimin had followed me and we both looked in horror at the scene before our eyes. Jimin screamed in horror when Yeosang suddenly fell... There was a man standing where he had just come over the railing, but I couldn't see him clearly.

Everything happened as if in slow motion, I saw Yeosang turn to face the direction of the fall and then I saw his eyes. They suddenly lit up purple and then I saw... Feathers... were those wings? Behind his back, which he tried to unfold, but it was too late. Before he could break his fall with them, he had crashed to the cold marble floor at our feet, where a pool of blood was slowly spreading under his head.

His still purple eyes stared at me, he tried to say something and reached out for me. I grabbed it, crying desperately, but in the next moment the life faded from his gaze and his eyes turned brown and fixed again, his hand slipped limply from mine and I knew he was dead. An unbelievable headache seized me and I covered my ears as Jimin's screams caused me additional pain, then I felt hands on my forehead from behind.

"You'll forget everything you've seen here, you won't wake up... Forget everything your brother has done... Best to be sure, everything he's done for a week and everything that had to do with it." I heard a velvety voice whisper in my ear before everything around me went black.

End of the flashback