"H- hoseok?"
"Yup it's me" Jimin smiled at her.
"B-but."
"You died."
"We even gave you a funeral-"
"H-how" her eyes began to water. "H-how are you alive?" She whispered to herself.
Jimin advances towards her, embracing her smaller figure. "I was given another chance" he smiled.
"Well you seem different." She smiled as his smile brightened her mood. "You never just hug me, you always squeeze the life outta me— it's your habit" she reminisces.
Jimins heart sank. "Oh yea" he shoved a fake laugh from his throat. "Um anyway, you wanna head in?" He said motioning towards her apartment door.
Realisation sank in, as she remembered they were in her apartment hallways.
"Yea of course. But you smell horribly of hell" she grimaces as she felt and smelt his aura.
"Yea sorry" he mumbled.
She opened her apartment door, the smell of her surrounded everywhere. "Have a seat on the couch, I'll be right with you" she told him whilst locking the front door.
He walked into her living room, sitting on the plush couch. He sank in, smiling evilly to himself.
He thought.
This is gonna be fun.
A/N unedited and pretty shitty chap ngl
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Mr. Rude| PJM FF
FanfictionThe Devils Ink, ruined it all. Blood beautifully dripped down her neck, soaking her clothes. She looked absolutely beautiful with blood flowing down her not so pale neck. "Be careful what you wish for."
