The Detective and His Ghost || sope (DISCONTINUED)

Chapter 6

"I'm telling you, you were amazing! It was like you were his brother or something." Jin commented, sipping coffee from his #1 handsome mug.

Why? Because Yoongi let some bad news down on some emotional teenager. Funny how he didn't remember doing a thing, just suddenly feeling a gust of wind before he found himself next to Jin in his car.

"I mean, coming from experience." He praised, never missing an opportunity to praise himself too.

"Negotiating isn't an easy task. Especially you being...you." Jin noted, not being able to find the words.

"Gee thanks hyung." Yoongi said while sarcastically rolling his eyes.

"Come here." Jin said warmly, his arms extending to embrace his partner.

Reacting quick, Yoongi instantly grabbed Jin's wrist in defence and with a swift twist, twisted them behind his back.

"Yah! What are you doing?!" Jin yelled, wincing in pain.

All eyes fell on them. Seeing what he had done, Yoongi let go.

"When have I ever let you hug me?" Yoongi spat, crossing his arms.

"You let me when we where at the house! I have a picture I can prove it." Jin said, fishing out his phone and showing a picture with exactly that.

"Now, bring me to a hospital I think you broke something..." Jin continued but all Yoongi could do was stare at he photo.

You could see the gears turning in his head, it wasn't hard to put two and two together.

The photo, random gust of wind, it was like I was a different person! How?

And his analysis led him to his amazing revolution that,

Oh my god...I have bipolar disorder.

"Then, I want an-" Jin stopped, Yoongi yanking him by the arm to his car.

Yoongi continued dragging Jin despite his thrashing and protests. He had to find out, no matter what, he knew the truth but it was ridiculous.

Old people and their superstitions.

Finally having enough, Jin yanked free and put his foot down, literally. "Where are we going?" His partner demanded, annoyed.

"Hospital. Now let's go." He said coldly, trying to grab his arm.

"Why?"

Sighing, Yoongi turned to face his partner, cheeks slightly red. " I need to find out if I have bipolar disorder."

Jin's eyebrows pressed together to form the most quizzical frown ever. "What?"

"Don't you realise? Haven't I been acting weird lately? Like, suddenly I'm me, then I'm a totally different person." He explained, eyeing the people who looked at the two as they walked by.

"I mean yeah...you are weird lately. But that doesn't mean we can blow off work!" He protested.

Fishing out his phone, Yoongi played back audio from his conversation with Se Jin. After finishing the tape, Jin nodded his head but before handing him the keys, he asked, "you know how to drive?"

"Of course! I've been driving forever, I have a car for goodness sake- let's just go before anything gets weirder." Yoongi said, grabbing the keys and headed for the basement.

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The loud roar of its engine was cut short when Yoongi slammed the car door shut and hurried off. Hands in his pockets, Yoongi walked briskly towards the receptionist to register his name before the line could get any longer.

"Sorry, excuse me." He said, shoving through the crowd, Jin following behind.

The blue gown the patients wore brush against Yoongi's shirt as pushed through the sea of people. IV bags were hung onto metal polls that followed the patients around wherever they went. Nurses and doctors rushed in and out of hospital rooms drenched in blood which looked like splotches of red as he raced by.

A cold chill ran down Yoongi's spine.

He hated the hospital.

Everyone was so depressed here, like they knew that they had a due date, and they were expiring soon. Trying anything in their power to buy themselves more time.

Then, a patch of green.

Though it lasted only seconds, it was like the small glimmer of hope in a darkness that was pulling him in further. Reaching out in the darkness aimlessly searching for another soul, and he did. A hand finally pulling him out.

The same feeling of sunshine he felt not too long ago.

The warmth that enveloped him a deep embrace.

"Hoseok?" He whispered, spinning around to no one.

His eyes scanned his surroundings, trying desperately to find that green again.

There, amongst the blue sea of gowns, the green slowly blending into the crowd.

"Hoseok!" He called, running in his direction.

Tears rapidly streaming down his face like a river, he wasn't going to let Hoseok go, not this time.

"Hoseok!" He yelled, panting in between breaths, legs tiring and giving in to exhaustion.

But Hoseok was just walking, at normal speed! Like people was just giving way to him!

Pain had set in at this point and his vision began to blur. His legs were on fire, round after round of pain shot through his entire being, his body pleading him to stop but his mind was set on Hoseok.

With all his remaining strength, he managed to utter the name, "Ho-se-ok..." before his voice trailed away and his body falling to the cold tiled floor with a thud.

He reached out as black began to cloud his vision and slowly slipped into its grasp...

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"Hoseok!" Yoongi yelled, jolting up, finding himself on a bed dressed in a blue gown.

Turning to face the window that led outside, he realised it was already night. He threw his fists onto the bed in anger and buried his face in his hands disappointment.

He lost him. Again.

At this point, Yoongi basically fit in with the other patients, lost and hopeless.

"Hey."

Yoongi shot up, looking up to come face to face with the man he sought for.

His chocolate brown eyes, you could get lost in, sharp nose which made him look intimidating to a cop but soft sunshine smile which brightened up the whole room. Moonlight bounced off his cheekbones, accentuating them.

Yet, he looked so different.

Yoongi reached his hand out to his chest, it glowed a bright red when his hand came near.

He was a-

"Ghost." He replied, staring deeply into his eyes.

"Yes, I am one. And Yoongi..." Hoseok paused, making sure he had Yoongi's attention.

"I'm going to need your help." He said, leaning in, mere inches from his face.

Yoongi could feel his chill breath against his face and that familiar euphoric feeling returning to him.