Y/n has never once believed in ghosts. She always thought they were excuses to scare people, and she hated horror movies. Not because they were scary, no, because they were idiotic.
But what if she somehow finds herself seeing figures and bunking w...
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You wanted in some ways other than not, for life to be like story books. For a man to find interests in you, sweep you off of your feet, be super romantic, and do a bunch of boyfriend-y husband-y things. Like kiss you on the cheek and say he loves you before he went to work. Or show you off to his friends and brag about the amazing woman he has.
Or even if a guy was feeling super cliché, help you bring all your heavy ass boxes and suitcases to your apartment because wow that would have been so much easier 2 hours ago.
But no, you and your unfit body had to make around 10 (in the least bit) trips to your car and back into the building to get yourself actually moved in. What was even worse was a man, an attractive man at that, stared at you as you struggled to carry a huge box and drag a suitcase into the same location he was going.
You looked at him with hope in your eyes as you trudged to the doors but he just smirked at you (evilly if I must add) and walked in the doors, not looking back.
Then you stood there.
Mouth agape and eyes wide.
What a great start to a new life am I right?
So after about 20 minutes of you cussing him out in your head and another 40 trying to bring your belongings in, you finally moved everything into your apartment.
Still, everything was covered in dust molecules and seemed very old and less like a home, but you figured you'd do that later. Right now, your whole body needed a rest as you slumped down on your old couch.
As your body hit the cushions, the dust laying on it puffed into the air and you let out a sneeze in response. After you wiped your tingling nose you then closed your eyes and let your head fall and hit the back of the couch.
You started to think. Think about everything that conspired since you got here, and even before you got here. So far it seemed like you had no luck, but maybe it was just your over thinking.
Maybe just like that floating opaque blue figure. Maybe that was just your over thinking too. But who would imagine a ghost, no no no, a thing like that. That wasn't something people usually imagine right?
Right?
You tried to convince yourself that it was fake because ghosts were just myths just like every other monster and creature. And if ghosts were supposedly real then why aren't there unicorns prancing through fields and vampires hiding from the ray's of the sun?
Ghosts were totally 100% fake.
That is until you felt something stare at you. Your eyes slowly open. 'It's not real you're just being overdramatic calm down.' You breathed in deeply as you closed your eyes repeating your mantra over in your head. You kept your eyes closed, not wanting to face what you convinced yourself wasn't real.
Then you heard someone clear their throat. "So are you just gonna like, sit there with your eyes closed or are you gonna talk?" Said a man's voice and you almost wanted to crawl into your skin and disintegrate. "Listen if you're a ghost please don't kill me. I just moved out here and I really don't want to die," you responded, your arms shielding your body as if you were in a fight with the air.
The person laughed in response. "I'm definitely not a ghost but thanks for the educated guess," said the mystery man. Your brain swirled with confusion. If this wasn't a ghost then.... "Can you open your eyes and talk now? I'm trying to be nice for once and this is wasting my time," words cut your thoughts off and you finally managed to open your eyes.
Your head turned to where the voice was located, you rose an eyebrow, scowl on your face. "What are you doing here?" You asked. The man in question chuckled and placed a hand on where his heart was, "Geesh. Way to greet a neighbor." You rolled your eyes and turned your head away from him.
Since the last you saw him, this man had changed. Out with his black ripped jeans and white shirt, he changed into a tank and grey sweats. He ruffled his minty hair and walked in plopping next to you.
"Nice to meet'cha, the name's Yoongi," he said, extending his hand out. You scoffed as you turned away from him, arms crossed. "And what makes you think I want to shake your hand Yoongi," you responded, not really caring if you were being rude.
"Because I'm being nice," he said.
You almost yelled in irritation.
You turned your head and glared at him. "I'm being nice," you imitated, making air quotes, "It would have been real nice if you helped me carry my boxes inside instead of laughing at me."
He shrugged and put down his lifted hand, knowing you probably wouldn't shake it. A small smile crept on his face as he rebutted, "Hey, I didn't laugh, I smirked. And in my defense, that seemed like a lot of work."
You scoffed again, "Yeah well it was, now if you'll excuse me I have to unpack all of this work. Feel free to shut the door when you leave." He laughed as he got up, dusting his clothes off. "Why should I shut it if you're the one who left it open? Also I could help you if you want. I mean this generosity only come once every 10 years."
You rolled your eyes as you got up too. You gave him a fake smile, "Thanks but no thanks. You can go now." He shrugged in response, chuckling. "Okay but you're missing out."
You huffed and pointed towards the door, "Kay bye. You can leave now." He backed towards the door raising his hands in surrender, smirk on his face, "Okay tiger, don't get your fur in a bunch. I'm leaving." You in return smiled, an angry irritated smile, and continued gesturing towards the door.
He chuckled as he walked out of the door frame, but before he started walking down the hall he said, "Wait I didn't even get your name." You walked towards the door with another fake smile and said, "My name? Ohhh right. It's none of your business, bye," and shut the door on his face.
On the other side of the wood you heard, "I'll see you later 'none of my business'. That's a very unique name you have by the way."
You groaned and covered your face with your hands. Great not only are you living in a dusty haunted apartment, but you also have a minty asshole for a neighbor.
What could get worse?
And at that moment you wished you wouldn't have said that in your head because the door to the bathroom slowly creaked open.
"Shit."
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I- I struggled so much with this chapter and u honestly I don't feel like it's my best work. Hopefully though, you guys enjoy It. 😥❤
