𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧 (𝗬𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗺𝗶𝗻 𝗙𝗙)✓

chap 15

"What is going on here?" Namjoon’s deep voice echoed through the room.

Jimin and Yoongi quickly turned to see Namjoon standing there with the others. Taehyung, Jin, Hoseok, and Jungkook were all staring at them in confusion.

"Why are you both crying?" Taehyung asked, his brows furrowed in concern.

Jimin looked at them, his lips trembling. He swallowed before finally speaking. "Tae... Yoongi—" he choked on his words, trying to keep himself together. "He’s a ghost."

The room fell silent. Everyone’s eyes widened in shock, but not in disbelief. It was as if, deep down, they had already felt that something was not right.

"Jimin, this is not the time for a prank," Namjoon said, his voice firm.

"He’s not pranking, Namjoon," Yoongi spoke softly, looking down. "It’s true. I’m a ghost."

Everyone turned to Yoongi, watching him closely. He wasn’t joking. There was no hint of mischief in his expression—only pain.

Jimin took a deep breath and explained everything he had noticed. The missing heartbeat, the fresh wound, the shadow that wasn’t there, the mirror... By the time he finished, everyone’s eyes were wide with realization.

"But... how did this happen, Yoongi hyung?" Jimin asked, his voice filled with sorrow.

Yoongi took a shaky breath, his hands trembling as he clenched them into fists. His voice wavered, thick with years of pain.

"I never did anything wrong to anyone," he began, his tone uneven. "I trusted my friends… but they were jealous of me. From the start, they hated that I had everything. That I was rich. That I was talented. They smiled at me, acted like they cared, but deep down, they despised me."

His breathing grew unsteady as the memories resurfaced, old wounds tearing open.

"Ten years ago, we came here for a camping trip," he continued, his voice barely above a whisper. "We ended up at this mansion... my mansion."

Jimin’s brows furrowed. His heart pounded as he listened. He could hear the pain in Yoongi’s voice, feel the weight of his words.

Yoongi’s gaze darkened as he looked around the room, his fists tightening even more.

"That night… they turned on me." His voice cracked, but he forced himself to go on. "They said I didn’t deserve to live. That I had everything while they had nothing. That no one would miss me if I was gone. They... they killed me. Right here. In this house."

Jimin gasped softly. His chest tightened, and his hands shook at the thought of what Yoongi had been through.

Yoongi let out a bitter laugh, his eyes hollow. "I thought we had made up. We had fought before, sure, but I always thought we were friends. I trusted them. I believed them. I thought everything was okay."

He swallowed hard, his breath coming out in short, uneven gasps.

"But I was wrong." His voice turned bitter. "They had already planned everything. They had decided my fate long before that night."

Jimin’s heart ached as he watched Yoongi struggle to speak. His hands curled into fists at his sides. He wanted to say something—anything—but the words wouldn’t come.

Yoongi let out a shuddering breath, his voice dropping to a whisper.

"God didn’t even let me rest in peace," he said, his tone filled with resentment. "I can’t leave this place. I’m trapped in this forest, in this house. And worst of all..." He hesitated, his body shaking. "I don’t even know where they threw my body."

Jimin’s vision blurred with unshed tears. His chest felt unbearably tight, and his throat burned.

Yoongi had suffered alone for ten years. Betrayed, murdered, forgotten.

Jimin clenched his fists, his heart pounding. He refused to let Yoongi suffer alone any longer.

Yoongi let out a choked sob. "My parents... what did they go through? Did they ever find out what happened to me? What was my fault, Jimin? Tell me... why did this happen to me?"

By the time Yoongi finished speaking, tears were streaming down everyone’s faces. Even Jin and Hoseok, who always tried to be strong, had tears in their eyes. The weight of Yoongi’s pain was unbearable.

Yoongi’s voice trembled as he spoke, his eyes dark with sorrow.

"I asked God… what was my fault? Was it wrong to trust them? Was it wrong to believe in friendship?" His voice cracked, raw with pain. "And do you know what God said?"

Jimin swallowed hard, his breath hitching. He didn’t know if he wanted to hear the answer.

Yoongi’s gaze lifted, distant, haunted. "God said… one day, seven people would come. Only they would be able to see me." He let out a shaky breath. "No one else. Just you seven."

Jimin’s spine tingled, a cold shiver running down his arms. "And then?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Yoongi hesitated. His fingers curled into trembling fists as he looked down at the faded mark on his wrist—a mark that bound him to this place, to this suffering.

"I can be human again if…" He stopped, his breath uneven.

Jimin’s heart pounded. He stepped closer, his pulse racing. "If?" he urged, his voice laced with both curiosity and fear.

Yoongi closed his eyes, as if afraid to say the words aloud. When he spoke, his voice was barely a whisper, heavy with longing, with desperation.

"If one of them will truly love me," he murmured, his fingers brushing against the cursed mark. "And if I love them the same… only then will this mark vanish. Only then will I be free. Only then… will I become human again."

Jimin felt his chest tighten. The weight of those words—of that fate—hung between them like a fragile thread.

Salvation was possible.

But love was never simple.

And Yoongi had already been betrayed once before.

Jimin didn’t say anything. Instead, he suddenly stepped forward and hugged Yoongi tightly, his body trembling as he broke down into sobs.

"What happened?" Yoongi asked, his hands resting gently on Jimin’s back, worried by his reaction.

Jimin didn’t answer right away. He pulled back just enough to lift Yoongi’s shirt, his teary eyes shining with joy. A small smile formed on his lips as he whispered, "Look…"

Yoongi followed Jimin’s gaze, his breath catching in his throat. His stomach, which had carried the deep, cursed mark for ten years, was now completely clear. The mark was gone.

"You… You're human," Jimin said, tears spilling down his cheeks. "Why are you crying? This is what you wanted!"

"What does this mean?" Yoongi asked, his voice shaking as his mind struggled to catch up.

"It means you're human now," Jimin said, his smile growing wider.

Yoongi's lips parted in shock, his body frozen. "No… it means… you love me?" he asked, his eyes welling up with tears.

Jimin nodded, his cheeks flushing. "Yes, I love you."

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