Death's Charmer // Sope

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"Wh-who the fuck?"

Yoongi stilled, hoping that if he didn't move, then he'd somehow be mistaken as a large house plant.

"Are- are you okay?" Hoseok questioned, seeing as the other male looked spooked. "I can see you, you know?"

"Ah, shit. You caught me." The shorter cursed before sitting on the dusty couch. "I'd give you a kidney as bail money but sadly I already turned my organs in."

The brunet's eyes widened. "W-what the fuck are you t-talking about?" His hand slowly reached behind him, grabbing anything to use as a weapon but sadly his luck brought him the small potted plant he despised so much. Fucking hell.

Nonetheless, he had to make use with what he's got.

"Oh, fuck— did I just out myself?" Yoongi widened his eyes in realization. The male probably only thought that he was some random guy who snuck into the house but clearly the ghost just ruined his own chance of coverup. Great.

Well no use of hiding now.

Hoseok defensively threw the pot at the pale bitch before attempting to bolt away. Sadly the ghost only snickered, the plant halting midair with the point of his finger while his other hand simply reached out to the exister's direction.

"Oh no!" The brunet whined when his body suddenly lifted in the air, limbs frantically holding onto anything that could keep him stapled to the ground. With a failed attempt and an acceptance to his fate, a pout stuck on his lips while he hung limply in the air in a defeated slump.

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A few hours later and the two males ended up sitting crisscrossed on the creaky, wooden floor.

"If we call you guys ghosts, then what do you call those of us that are still alive?" Hoseok questioned curiously.

"The living, existers, livers—"

"You named us after an organ?" The brunet raised a judging brow.

"Inside joke between the dead." Yoongi shrugged. "Aren't you supposed to be scared of me right now? Why the hell are we having a conversation?"

The younger sheepishly smiled. "You don't look very scary for a ghost."

"I could kill you right now."

"You would've done it the second I was able to see you if you really wanted me dead."

The white-haired male squinted his eyes. "You're smart for a liver."

"Am I supposed to be flattered or offended?"

"Both." Yoongi grinned. "But you're right, my company doesn't appall you and I'm very much intrigued by it."

This was most definitely weird and most likely against the rules of the universe. It wasn't everyday that you'd hear the living and the dead casually communicating. Not even in the ghost's world.

There was no way that Yoongi would tell Jin about this. The older would freak out and scold him as if he was still a reckless teenager while Taehyung would repeatedly yell 'I told you so' in his ears. He'd never hear the end of it.

Hoseok hummed before his eyes widened in realization. "Last night. Were you the one who—"

"Scared you with the fan? Yes, yes I was." The shorter proudly confirmed. "By the way, where's that walking strawberry donut of yours? Why'd you decide to come alone tonight? From what I remember, you were the one who ran out screaming."

"I wanted to do my own investigating to get rid of my fear." The brunet admitted, a shade of pink tinting his ears and cheeks. He would've been embarrassed if it weren't for the warm yellow emitted by the single, lit candle between them that made his blush seem less noticeable.

"Well did it work?" Yoongi pried smugly.

"No— though right now I'm talking to a dead person so maybe."

"Us ghosts aren't as scary as you guys put us out to be. If anything, we just use your theories to our advantage by playing pranks on you." The older laughed, gummy smile on display. "We're basically humans with more freedom."

"Must be nice." Hoseok mumbled, eyes not leaving the sight of the amused male. Are all ghosts this attractive?

The paranormal investigator checked his phone screen for the time. It felt like he'd spent way longer than he should've in the abandoned house.

1:29AM

Shit.

"I gotta go now." Hoseok stood up, packing the borrowed equipment in his bag.

"Already?" Yoongi watched sadly while the younger zipped the items up. It's been years since he's communicated with someone other than his three dead friends, he had no idea when he would get the opportunity to do so again. Frankly, he didn't like the thought of having to wait another few decades to find a friend. "Are you... are you coming back soon?"

"Probably not."

The ghost's heart sunk.

"Oh."

"I'm most likely getting fired soon so I'd have no reason to come here anymore." Hoseok reasoned with a chuckle, glancing at the male hovering next to him.

"Okay. Well I hope you live the rest of your life well." Yoongi bided with a pout.

"Thanks. You too—" The brunet halted, correcting himself. "I hope you spend the rest of your ghostly life well too."

"Thanks." Yoongi whispered gloomily before the exister left, leaving him all by himself once again.

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