"Do I make you nervous?" He smirked, nibbling seductively on his bottom lip as he studied her.
She rolled her eyes, "You're a freaking ghost Taehyung, you'd make anyone nervous."
//Lee Cora moves into an apartment only to find out it's haunted by it...
A/N: Just a warning for the people who are easily triggered that this chapter does contain violence.
For most of the day Cora couldn't stop thinking about what Jimin had said to her.
It was bothering her so much that even Mira was starting to get worried at her friends constantly distant facial expression.
"Hey." She pouted as she playfully poked Cora's cheek.
Her friend blinked out her trance momentarily, only to then return to stabbing her lunch seconds later.
Mira frowned, "Just tell me already."
Cora's mouth parted, "Tell you what?"
She sighed dramatically before pinching her food.
The aUdAciTy
Cora gasped at her, "What are you doing? Give me it back." She whined, watching as Mira protectively held it close to her chest.
Mira tutted at her, "Not until you tell me how to help you, I know something is up."
She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, the sky."
At her words Mira began to leave.
Cora scowled before finally giving in, "You were right, Taehyung is a ghost!" She yelled, causing a few people to look at her weirdly, "I need to try and save him because he's not actually dead yet and I can't help but think Jimin know's something about it." She pondered aloud, causing Mira to sit back down.
She clapped her hands in excitement, "Ok, so what do you suggest we do?"
Cora raised her brow at her friend, "We? We aren't doing anything. Trust me, you don't want this kind of burden on you."
She scoffed, "Please, I'm not bothered. I'm actually pretty pissed this happened to you and not me. My life is as exciting as a cat pooping."
Not having the energy to argue, Cora shrugged, "I don't know what to do if I'm honest."
Mira leaned in with a sly smirk, "Well I do."
Of course she does.
Cora frowned, worried about what her next sentence would be.
"We should follow him." She winked.
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Tall sky scrapers and a few flickering streetlights hovered over the girls as they quietly rushed behind a corner.
Dusk was settling in, making it harder to see Jimin's slender body as he purposefully slipped between the crumbling buildings of what appeared to be a lower class neighbourhood.
