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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After having another break down inside of Yoongi's bedroom you forced yourself to calm down. Wiping your tears, you used your towel to dry the rest of the water that persistantly stuck to your body. Pulling on the clothes you hugged them close to you hoping to make the overwhelming sense of dread and cold leave your body.
The sweatpants hung loosely on your body, the smooth soft cotton on the inside working hard to try and do it's job. You wished for a long sleeve shirt to accompany it but, you were greatful for what you had presently. Trying to distract yourself from your thoughts you grabbed the handle of the door and pulled it open. Yoongi's clothes had a unique scent; they smelled of old sweet cologne and dryer sheets. You could get used to that. Unveiling yourself now, you looked at the living room that seemed to look completely different.
You then wondered how long you had taken in Yoongi's room since his living room had been completely cleaned and picked up. You were surprised. Picking up a lone dirty shirt from off of the ground, Yoongi turned to you. "Oh, you finished. I wanted to clean the mess up really quick. I didn't want you to think I was a slob," he said chuckling softly. Pointing to his maroon colored couch he then said, "Feel free to sit if you want. I'm making some noodles for the both of us."
Complying to his words you nodded and tred your way to the couch, plopping down and curling into yourself. You watched as Yoongi continued to fast walk all around his apartment picking things up and putting them down. This continued for awhile until he came back from the kitchen with two bowls. Handing the red one to you, he sat down on the cushion next to you and sighed. Grabbing a fork full and shoving it into his mouth Yoongi gurgled out, "So what happened? Tell me everything."
You grimaced not only from the question at hand, but at the fact that you could see all the chewed noodles in his mouth. Letting your face and body relax, you leaned into the cloud like couch. Closing your eyes and sighing, you asked, "If-if I tell you, will you promise not to judge me or say that i'm crazy?" Opening your eyes slightly, Yoongi's face was scrunched in bewilderment,
"Crazy? You? Listen, I work part time at a club and with the stuff I see there everyday, I don't think whatever happened can be that crazy." He scoffed as he leaned back and sucked up more noodles. Nervously, you rubbed your arms, "Okay, well, I mean," you sighed, "IthinkIhaveaghostinmyhouse." Turining to you and raising an eyebrow, Yoongi said, "Huh? What did you say? You were talking too fast."
Sighing obnoxiously loud, you threw your head back onto his couch and squeezed your eyes shut. "I-...I think I have a ghost in my house," you said shakily. For awhile there was a long silence. It was so quiet that you were scared to breathe, and found yourself holding your breath. Yoongi broke it with, "A ghost? Are you-are you sure?" Opening your eyes steadily, you let out a less than pleased chuckle. "Yep, a ghost." Nodding to your comment Yoongi let out a 'hmmm' as if lost in thought.
"Well I mean, is it a cute ghost?" He replied. Your head whipped around to stare at Yoongi incredulously. Is he being serious right now? you thought. "What? Is the ghost cute? What type of question is that!?" You half yelled, flabbergasted. Shrugging and smirking, the male shook his head chuckling.
"Heyyy I was just trying to lighten the mood. Plus it wouldn't hurt to share your apartment with an attractive demon, would it?" You could sense the lack of seriousness in his words as you almost laughed in disbelief. "Is that really all you're worried about? If my tormentor is cute or not? Jesus, what if I were to, I don't know, get murdered by this thing?" You scoffed.
After chomping down on another bite, the man in question wiped his mouth before speaking again. "One, you watch way too many horror movies. What's the chances a spirit could attack you? Second, it was a joke. I know you're scared and stressed right now, but being a hundred percent serious isn't exactly gonna help your case. Relax a little, calm yourself down."
Rolling your eyes you sighed. Scrunching your nose up, you stared down at the now cold bowl of ramen noodles. Stirring it a little with your fork you whispered out, "Why me?" Letting your shoulders droop you chuckled to yourself as you decided to drown your sorrows in the the cheap salty dinner. Stuffing your cheeks with noodles you savor the artificial chicken flavor.
