Penny for your ghosts (BTS OT7 x reader)

Chapter 1

Standing face to face with the old-timey mansion, I didn't really know how to feel.

It looked fairly inconspicuous in the daylight – just another old expensive house built on this street. It was half hidden behind a stone wall, the wrought iron gate giving me a little peek into the bleary autumnal garden slowly getting covered up with fallen leaves.

There was an iron sign nailed to the wall that read "BANGTAN INC., paranormal investigations" and I gave it a long look.

A new beginning, hopefully, was waiting for me beyond this gate, and I gulped, steeling myself into finally ringing the bell instead of just endlessly shuffling around on the street like a weirdo. I felt the pressure of the paper on which I'd written down the address burning through my pocket. It was just a job interview, and yet it felt like a pivotal moment in my life. It was this or back home, to the cold god-forgotten mountains and that prick Lee. He'd have a field day with me if I crawled back, and that's why I had to ace this.

"I wouldn't go in there," a deep voice from somewhere behind me uttered, a touch of amusement to his words. I jerked around, too consumed by my own thoughts to take notice of my surroundings, even with my heightened senses.

A hybrid stood there, a mischievous expression painting his face. He was pretty tall and built, hair cut fairly short and swept off of his face with two black rounded ears standing in attention amidst those spiky waves. His face was rounded and soft. When my eyes slid down towards his hips, there was no tail. He was most probably a bear.

"I'm sorry?" I asked him, subtly trying to search the air for any noticeable scents, but the air was a little too crisp to carry anything. The man only giggled and stepped a little closer.

"I said," he replied, "I wouldn't go in there. Heard the house is haunted." He brought up his hand to wiggle his fingers in a spooky gesture, trying his hardest to sell the scare, but losing to his own amused snickers.

"Hauntings only manifest after sun-down," I cited monotonal, subconsciously turning my head to check the greyish blue sky. It was still early afternoon and even though autumn was coming, it wouldn't start getting dark for another few hours.

The hybrid pouted, sad that he couldn't scare me, and I wondered what exactly was he trying to do here.

"Taehyung, stop messing with everyone walking by," a firm voice from my left suddenly appeared, softly chiding the still pouting hybrid, "I told you a thousand times."

Another hybrid appeared suddenly from my periphery and I couldn't believe I completely missed his presence on the empty street. He must have been walking over and I just didn't hear him. Or maybe he came from the neighbouring house?

He was of similar height, broad-shouldered but slim. His attractive face was pulled into an amicable polite smile and the brown rounded ears flicked towards me in interest as he took me in. Another bear.

"Hello, dear," he said towards me, tone much kinder in that 'I'm talking to a stranger' sort of way, "Are you a client? Do you need help with a haunting?" There was something undeniably eager in his voice and it gave me a little pause. They were Bangtan Inc.

Caught red-handed loitering in front of their house, I panicked and did something very stupid.

"Y-yeah," I stuttered out maybe a little too fast, lying through my teeth – but the men didn't notice, no. Their faces immediately brightened, postures straightening.

"Amazing!" the newcomer exclaimed, hands clapping together. He almost threw himself towards the gate, fumbling with the lock for a few seconds before it creaked open and he invited me to step in with a wide gesture, a tinge of nervousness to him like he was afraid I'd turn around and run.