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Ghost |Jimin|

Length: 1626words
Warning: ANGST AND FLUFF OMFG
Author's note: I am really very very proud of this, I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I did!

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"Can you see me?"  She asked the little girl sitting on the park bench beside her.

As expected, she got ignored. She sighed. She was just a lost soul wandering around. She didn't know how she los her life and what was her identity in the past. So she did what she thought was the most logical way of finding her answers; asking random people she can find and ask if they can see her.

She stood up from the park bench and let the little girl's grandma sit at where she was sitting. Even though she practically didn't exist anymore, she still had manners.

Wandering around with her hands in her pocket, she didn't understand why she was still stuck on earth. Was it because she wasn't happy when she was alive or she had unfinished business? Knowing that she can't go on like this. She could only do one thing: Go to every single hospital she can find and find out what is she identity.

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It was the 6th hospital she had been to that week and so far, there wasn't any clue to who she might be. "Maybe the 7th one would be my lucky one."

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When she went into the hospital, instead of rushing to the computers at every level and check every single female patients admitted there for the past month like what she did when she went to the past few hospitals, she went straight for the wards. She didn't know why but she just did it.

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Inside the ward she went into laid a young man, no older than 25. There was a few other young men that was standing around his bed, talking to him. She walked up to the bed and squeezed between two men with oddly coloured hair but they managed to pull it off. The man that was laying on the bed seemed so familiar to her but she couldn't put her finger on it. She put her hand on top of his and surprisingly, she could feel the warmth emitting from it. It was comforting for her to know that even though the man was unconscious, he could probably feel her presence and it was good enough for her. With that, she put her mission of finding her identity on hold. After all, she had all the time she needed.

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For the next few days, whenever the young men weren't there to visit, she would be there taking care of him. It didn't take long for her to find out his name: Park Jimin. After all, it was written on a tag beside his bed so the nurses could identify him easily. Whenever she felt that it was cold in the middle of the night, she would slightly pull up his covers, making sure that they kept him warm. She didn't know how she could touch things without them slipping through her fingers like when she started out as a ghost but she just shook it off, thinking that it was because she was getting the hang of being a lost soul and accepting that fact that she is one.

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When the young men came to visit, she would put her hand on their shoulders, reassuring them that their friend is okay. Even though she knew that they couldn't feel her, she felt as if she should do so. From them, she managed to fit the bits and pieces together about Jimin's situation. Apparently, his girlfriend and him had been driving on the highway when a truck hit their car. His girlfriend had gotten a stronger blow and her situation wasn't looking too good. She had been in coma for days in the same hospital as him, just in the female ward. But unlike Jimin, she wasn't showing signs of waking up. Knowing that, she felt as if it was her responsibility to take care of Jimin and protect him for as long as she can. He had suffered so much and was probably going to lose his girlfriend, he needs all the support he can get.