A famous and respected man, known for his talent on the piano and also known for the man who looked like a ghost. It was very ironic to call him a ghost because he was afraid of them. It wasn't just fear it was a phobia.
Because of his phobia, he al...
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My body was screaming for me to stop, but I didn't, promising myself that I would only stop when I got home near Jimin.
I opened the house door and slammed it shut and ran to Jimin's office looking for him. When I saw him I hugged him.
"Yoongi-ah what happened?" He asked worriedly, hugging me tightly, rubbing his hand lovingly on my back.
Confused, not knowing if I would tell what I saw to Jimin I ended up choosing the option that created the least confusion. I stepped out of his embrace and said "I-yes i probably saw something" but my lie weakened as I stuttered. Sometimes I hate my tongue. "Sorry, I'm nervous, I can't even speak straight" I chuckled trying to make my lie believable.
"Oh Yoongi-ah, I know your recording is important and you've been working hard all week, but I think you should res-" I interrupted his worry-filled conversation.
I put my hands on his shoulders, making him look at me, and said "It's okay, I can do the recording, it was just a scare but I'd be very happy if you drove me there" my lips forming a gummy bear smile.
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Across the street that I had passed before, police cars were parked in front of the alley. In that alley. The police were very fast, why didn't I call the police? Maybe someone saw me.
"Is there were you saw 'something'?" I let go my thoughts to hear Jimin, his words charged with curiosity and something else. He was still focused on the road, which didn't have much traffic.
"If I said yes would it change anything?" I asked already knowing the answer. Obviously, yes.
"Yaa, you felt a ghost didn't you?~. Honestly how can you be afraid, have you ever seen one? Like right in front of you? Most of the gho-" and there he goes chattering about ghosts again.
My question is 'How does he like them?'. Completely without an answer. I didn't felt a ghost Jimin neither saw a ghost, I saw a body. A lifeless body.
"Yoongi-ah we have arrived." He informed me, getting me out of the zombie state. Sometimes I wonder if I am equal to all these strange beings people invented to put on series. Yeah I believe they are real.
I got out of the car and waved to Jimin, who waved back and left. With luck today there were no fans screaming in the doorway and my ears were grateful. I walked to the front door of the studio and opened it and was greeted by some of the people there. I went straight to my private office to start recording.
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I couldn't concentrate, my mind was in another place. I couldn't stop thinking about what I saw, and begun wandering if the guy in the alley was the pink hair that was in Jimin's office. That's just...no it can't be he wasn't serious about those cards. Man I really don't remember the face of the guy in the alley. Right in the corner of my eye something moved.
My suitcase moved. It moved. I saw it out of the corner of my eye, my eyes may have fooled me, right?
I looked at the suitcase once more, maybe it was just an illusion. I usually leave the suitcase on the couch maybe that's what's wrong. As a precaution, I grabbed the bag and set it on the couch.
Plong.
No way. The piano didn't play alone. Calm down Yoongi ... do as in training, breathe ... exhale.
My hands trembled like crazy but I was still stable.
The flower jar on the small table fell to the floor, wetting the carpet and letting the flowers inside fall.
I was terrified. Fear. Everything horrible passed through my body. I was so sick. My hands trembled along with my lips and legs, I'm all sweaty. My vision was dull. A ghost. My knees no longer had the strength to support my pale body. I fell into the floor now with flowers and a wet carpet.
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"Ugh I told you to rest Yoongi-ah" a familiar voice came to my ears and I felt a source of security. I opened my eyes and noticed that I was at home in my bed.
Seeing Jimin I almost cried with joy and decided to say what had happened. Jimin sat on the edge of the bed and I lifted my upper body sitting in the middle of the bed.
"Hyung, I'm being haunted. Help me Hyung." My pale hand still shaking grabbed his small hand. "Please hyung, never leave me alone again" I said as he patted my hand.
"Yoongi-ah but I have to go to my classes, I can't always stay with you. And don't say you come with me, because you can't. Come on your condition is much better, so I hope you don't start acting like a child" he sighed dropping my pale hand.
"I know ... but if it gets too horrible, I'll call you" I informed him and he nodded positively. He sent me a look I know very well. He was telling me to rest.
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Yoongi understood my gaze and lay down turning the front of his body to the side of the wall leaving me with the view of his back. I sat in a chair that was in the corner of the room almost in front of his bed and waited for his breathing to calm down.
Shortly after he was sleeping, I noticed. It was a little detail that gave it all away. So I decided to go to the studio to see the "haunting thing" that was there. I walked quietly to the exit door, still curious about that alley that Yoongi was looking at. Did his plan seriously worked? Oh I also have to go to the grocery store .... I'll go on the way back.
Walking on the quiet streets, police car sirens could be heard softly and the closer I got to the place louder they got. Seeing the yellow tapes I could help but sneak a little. I passed the tapes and looked around, a dead body was laying on the ground.
"Hey what do you think you're doing? This is a crime scene, citizens shouldn't be here" a male beta policeman said pushing me away.
"Ok sorry but maybe if you did your work better this wouldn't happened" And as I am an alpha male I can get away with these situations.
"Fine, but if I see you sticking your nose here I have no other solution." He waved his hat and left, disappearing into the area again.
'Pff, betas. Cof, I need to stop reading that manga he gave me... Anyway, it seems like I know what happened. Yoongi didn't tell me everything for sure. Doesn't he trust me?
After a while walking I arrived. Big Hit, beautiful building. I went inside and as everyone already knew me they let me in and do whatever I wanted, wonderful to be someone famous' brother. I walked to his office and looked at the mess.
A broken jar on the floor, a carpet with a stain and some flowers dropped on the floor and of course not forgetting the negative energy that was in the office. I took my sticky notes and pen and set it on the piano.
"Come on, don't do that, you know that I can feel you right." I closed my eyes to make him more comfortable until I heard the pen land.
'Please help, what is happening?' I read the question. He doesn't want to appear, I have to be more patient.
"Sorry, but I have to ask you a favor again. If you accept I'll help you. Remember what I said to you? Everything is connected now" I closed my eyes again and waited, opening them again as I heard the pen land.
'It depends ... what would it be?' I read, perfect huh I think I caught the perfect prey.
