~2 Weeks Later~

"Are you sure you're okay?" Jimin asks for the millionth time. He hovers around me, brows furrowed, his arms ready to catch me at the slightest stumble.

"I'm fine, Chim," I giggle, shooing him away. "I need to get all my stuff together and you hovering really isn't helping." I give him a pointed look, a pout forming on his lips. He hesitates for a moment, but takes two small steps back. It wasn't much more space, but it was better than nothing. I turn back to the bed and resume stuffing my things into the bag.

"Are you excited to be going home?"

"Mhm," I hum, distracted by a blur of movement in the corner. My eyes dart to it, catching Yoongi stretching, his mouth wide as he yawns. I want to laugh at him, but I hold back. I know Jimin can't see him, and I'm pretty sure even he would think I'm crazy if I told him about it.

Yoongi leans back, stumbling slightly as he phases through the wall. He shoots up, his eyes wide in surprise, gaze darting around. I can't stop the chuckle that leaves me, the look on his face sending me over the edge. Hearing my laugh, Yoongi's gaze lands on me, his eyes narrowing. I shouldn't laugh, it'll just make him grumpy, but I can't help it. Sometimes he's just so bad at being a ghost. I think back to a few days ago, when he explained it a bit to me.


"How do you do that?"

Yoongi's eyes open slowly, his tired gaze landing on me. "Do what?"

I gesture to the chair below him, his legs pulled up so he was curled in a ball on top of it. His head rests on the arm, his blonde hair a stark contrast against the red fabric. "If you're a ghost, how do you sit on the chair? Shouldn't you be falling through the floor?"

He rolls his eyes at me before closing them again. "If that was how things worked, wouldn't I just keep falling through the Earth?"

"It was just a question," I grumble, my fingers playing with a frayed string on my pajamas. I had had Jimin bring them to me earlier that week, the familiarity of them easing my nerves about still being in the hospital.

Yoongi cracks an eye open, watching me for a moment. He sighs, readjusting so he was sitting up. He runs a hand through his hair, and for a moment I'm lost, my mind consumed with thoughts of what his hair would feel like.

Would it be soft? Would I feel it at all? Would he-

"I can control it," he says, his deep voice breaking me out of my thoughts.

"What?"

"The phasing." He rolls his eyes, leaning his head on his hand, pinky slightly bent away from the rest. It was a strange habit, but I found it adorable. "I can control the phasing so I don't go through things."

"How?"

"If I focus, I can keep my body from going through."

I lean towards him, intrigued. "So you can actually touch things?"

"Well I can't move them, or anything like that." He pauses for a moment, his lips forming a pout. "Not that I've tried."

"What about people? Can you touch people?"

His face drops. "No, I can't." He shakes his head slowly, a bitter laugh leaving him. "If I could, do you honestly think that I would've allowed you to be hit by that car?" He looks up, his eyes meeting mine, and in them I see the guilt that always seems to be there, just lurking in the background.

"Yoo-"


"Hoseok?"

Jimin's voice breaks me out of the memory, my mind once again pulled back into reality. His face fills my vision, worry etched into his features. I can see Yoongi lingering in the background, closer than he was before, concern in his eyes.

"I'm fine," I assure, trying to ease both of their worries. Jimin looks at me skeptically, not believing my words. I sigh, pushing him back a bit. "I'm fine, Chim. I swear." I make a crossing motion over my heart and Jimin's features soften. That had been our version of a pinky promise since we were kids, so he knows I'm serious.

He takes a few steps back, giving me my personal space back. "You zoned out there."

"Yeah." I place the last of my things into the bag, squishing them down so I have room to zip it up. "I was just thinking about something," I say, fighting with the zipper as it keeps getting stuck. Jimin chuckles as he watches me struggle. He steps forward, pushing my hands aside and zipping the bag for me. I glare at him. "I could've gotten that."

"Yeah, yeah," he says, throwing the bag over his shoulder. He holds his hand out to me, his eyes bright. "Are you ready to go home?"

I stalk passed him, throwing Yoongi a small smile as I ignore Jimin. The blonde just chuckles, falling into step beside me. Jimin walks beside me, oblivious to the new addition to our conversation.

"You should let him help you," Yoongi says quietly. I want to tell him that he doesn't have to be quiet. I'm the only one who can hear im after all. Instead, I just roll my eyes, eliciting a small laugh from him. "Stubborn."

"You're one to talk," I whisper. Yoongi laughs, my heart skipping a few beats.

"Did you say something?"

I turn towards Jimin, the ghost beside me still chuckling. Plastering a smile on my face, I feign ignorance. "I didn't say anything. Did you?" He gives me a sideways glance, but just sighs, picking up his pace a bit so I fall behind him. I slow my own pace, letting more distance grow between us. I glare at Yoongi, whose chuckles had finally died off. "You're going to get me committed," I whisper. I had meant the sentence to sound chastising, but the giggles that broke their way out of me ruined that.

Yoongi leans in closer. "Not if you don't get caught," he whispers in my ear. My mind reels at his closeness, my instincts telling me to reach out, to touch him. I clench my fist, fighting the urge. Since I woke up two weeks ago, a lot of my time had been spent with Jimin. But when I wasn't with Jimin, I was with Yoongi. And sometimes Yoongi lingered in the background even while Jimin was there, his presence a constant distraction. We didn't talk much, as Yoongi wasn't much of a talker, but I had grown to enjoy his company. As we follow behind Jimin, the streets empty around us, I think that maybe I had grown to enjoy his company a bit too much.

In the quiet of my hospital room, reality was easy to ignore. I could pretend that everything wasn't completely messed up. That I hadn't been dreaming of his death for weeks, that he wasn't a ghost, that this wasn't all just a fantasy.

But here, in the cool hallway of my apartment building, reality comes crashing back in. It stands in front of me, blue eyes watching me cooly, arms crossed as he stands outside my door. I freeze, my heart dropping. Yoongi stops beside me, his gaze darting worriedly between me and the newcomer. Jimin shifts, his body half-blocking me from the gaze of my boyfriend. I force a smile on my face, my voice coming out shaky as I greet him.

"Baem."