Perverted Spirit Park j.m. #Wattys2016

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When I got home, I plopped on my bed, feeling exhausted because I just spent 10 hours at college listening to those lectures babbling.

I sat up, staring at the door frame as I heard footsteps approaching. I grabbed anything hard nearby me just in case it was any intruder, I can aim for his/her head.

It's the ghost again! That motherfucking breathtaking ghost! No, I'm just hallucinating.

"You're not real. You're not real. You're not real. " I chanted, shutting my eyes tightly.

"Just deal with the fact that I'm real. " he finally spoken, making me shriek.

"No! You're just a hallucination! "

"You're wrong, I'm a ghost. A handsome one. " he winked.

Damn, he's such a flirt. Wait--, no time for admiring him!

"Prove that you do exist. " I challenged him.

In a second, he disappeared from my sight. I gulped, looking around to find him. Just as I thought he doesn't exist, my bra was unclasped and it was dangled in the air.

"Is it 34D? I didn't know you had such big size. " he chuckled.

"Yah! Give it back to me, you perverted spirit! " I screamed on top of my lungs, trying to snatch my bra back, but only ends up tripping myself and almost fall down the stairs.

Fortunately, he caught me in time before I break my head and join him in the other world. I was lifted into the air.

"Let me down let me down! I believe you exist, alright?! " I screamed again.

"Yeepiee ~ " he cooed, carrying me into my bedroom and set me down on the bed. It feels weird seeing myself being lifted up by a transparent spirit.
"Excuse me! "

This voice again. I assume it was the new neighbor, banging on my door just like this morning. Ugh, he's such a grumpy grandpa.

I timidly opened the door inch by inch. He glared at me with his fierce, foxy eyes.

"Stop screaming around like a maniac, would you? I'm trying to work on my music, and you just made me lost my inspiration. " he hissed.

"S-Sorry. "

"Jesus Christ, the walls aren't soundproof for your information. " he grumbled before walking back into his apartment and slammed the door.

"Who's that? " the spirit asked me, suddenly appearing in front of me.

"Shit! " I cursed, "Stop scaring me like that. If I kept screaming, that grumpy guy's gonna nag me. "

He nodded, "I guess you just have to get use to my existence. "

I rolled my eyes as I plopped down on the couch.

"By the way, my name is Park Ji Min. "

I hummed, "My name's— "

"(Y/N), I already know your name, gorgeous. "

"How did you know? " I scowled at him.

"Well.. I kinda went through your stuff while you're at college this morning. " Jimin said, "I swear I didn't look at your black panties collection! "

"You— Ugh. " I groaned.

"But seriously though, they're sexy as fuck. Just like me. "