𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲 𝙱𝙾𝚇 • 𝚈𝙹𝚈

Ch15 • JM 95 Pt II

As promised, a double update. Enjoy~

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"There's like five Park Jimins here, how are we gonna ever find me?" Jimin groans, closing the book shut, before leaning against the shelf behind him.

Jeongyeon huffs. "Try having eight" She retorts, sliding the record book she was currently browsing on over to his side, pointing towards the long line of Park Jimins.

"Sheesh, why is my name so common"
"At least it's a girl's name" Jeongyeon shrugs, retrieving the book back.
Jimin blinks. "Was that supposed to be a compliment or an insult?" he asks, in accusation, squinting his eyes.

"Neither" The girl replies, simply. "It's a convenience"

"How?"

Jeongyeon looks up dumbfounded, eyes flat in disbelief. "Did you seriously lose your brain too when you died?"

Jimin shrugs, scratching his the side of of forearm. "Well, physically, yeah. Along with my other body parts"

Jeongyeon sighs, rolling her eyes at his response. "You're unbelievable" before continuing to scan the page.

"I know I am" Jimin grins, and the girl nearly raises her fist at him.

"Let's just get this over with" She sighs, disappearing into the rows of metal shelves. Jimin strolls around the corner, meeting her by the other end, as they tried to find the label marks they've collected.

"Nothing here" Jeongyeon says after going through at least two yearbooks wya back from the 80s. Jimin looks up from the three he was browsing through, sighing in disappointment.

"Nothing here either"

"Have we checked all of it?" The girl asks, standing up to put back the books in its respective places. The ghost boy follows her actions, walking up to the opposing side of the hall.

He shakes his head. "Nope, there's still one more we haven't checked. And I think it's the latest one so far"

Jeongyeon raises her eyebrow.

"Really? Where is it?" she asks, moving away from the rack in front of her.

"Here it is" Jimin speaks up after a few minutes of trying to find the last possible one, pointing to a specific yearbook tucked in between other larger ones. "Section A, 4th year, Class of... 1995?" He stops for a second, shocked at the year. Before grabbing for the object and holding it in his grasp, looking at the cover.

"Damn, you're that old?" Jeongyeon snorts, as the ghost turns to glare at her. "We aren't even sure this is me!" he defends, making the girl chuckle.

"It's clear that this is where you are, it's the only one left. And I did here some of the voices saying 95, so yeah, you are that old" She snickers.

"At least I look young, unlike some old hag beside me that behaves like an old lad–Ow!"

"Watch your tongue, Casper" The latter warns, after smacking his arm harshly. Jimin clicks his tongue, rubbing the aching area on his arm.

He sighs, opening the yearbook in search for a familiar face. Aka, his face. He slides down the metal rack, sitting on the ground while flipping through pages.