We never saw it coming... All the signs were there, yet we never payed attention to them. We thought he was fine, he always seemed perfectly normal: Happy, smiling so much that his face hurt later, goofing around like usual... It was all an act, one that we couldn't see through... None of us could guess what he planning that day, not until he climbed up on that rickety old platform... Not until he jumped...
It's been over a year, we all believed that this nightmare was coming to an end... little did we know that it was only the beginning...
What we thought was simply paranoia and the trauma from losing our friend, turned out to be so much more...
First came the occasional disappearance of something that belonged to him. His ring, the picture of his parents, a small keychain from America. Later on it was things being knocked over or falling at random, which grew into us feeling an odd presence, like someone was watching us...
It was me and Yoongi who got the off-setting messages in the mirror and the faint whispering of his voice, his singing...
Jin and Namjoon claimed that they've seen him in reflective surfaces, reaching out to them while mouthing the words "It hurts".
But it was Jungkook and Hoseok who had it worse. They experienced flashbacks and some of Taehyung's emotions, along with a reoccurring nightmare about him appearing with blood stained hands, shirt, and face, a silver knife clutched in his hand as he charged at them, screaming at them like a madman while telling them he's crazy, that they should be careful...
That was when the marks and cuts appeared...
He's our ghost... And none of us believe his haunting will stop anytime soon..
Warning: Do not read if you are sensitive to mature content, gore, violence, mentions of suicide and depression or supernatural fiction.
- Y/N's POV-
I still remember that day clearly.....every night it comes back to me like a nightmare. The small fragile human getting pushed into my arms. Tears streaming down my face as I looked at her....Doctors storming in from everywhere trying everything they could to keep her alive. The look in her eyes she gave me made me break inside. She knew she wasn't going to make it. She smiled at me and took one last look at her child before speaking.
''Take care of Minjoon'' the heart monitor going flat drummed through my ears as my mother collapsed to the ground. It's a day I wish to forget, but whenever I look at him it all just comes back.
''Eomma'' I snapped out of my daze feeling Minjoon his tiny hand tug on my jacket.
''Ah Minjoon- ah what did I say about calling me eomma'' I pointed out making him look at the ground.
''Not to call you that....'' He muttered softly making me nod my head.
''Noona it's Noona'' I joked before pinching his cheek. He sure grew up a lot...Wish you could be here to see that.