heya, some fun news coming your way after the chapter

I updated yesterday too, in case you haven't read that chapter

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Jin and Namjoon came in together shortly after Yoongi left.

"Thank god you're awake", Jin fussed, feeling your forehead. "You had a fever, which has gone down too".

Namjoon sat down slowly. You tried to figure out what was lurking in his eyes, which were currently a dull crimson, but still held a spark of life. However, he remained rather expressionless, despite flashing you a quick smile.

"Yoongi told us what he told you", he said calmly. "Is there anything else you want to know?".

"My mom", you said quietly, your fingers twisting in your duvet. Jin grabbed your hand, rubbing reassuring circles onto your thumb.

"Taehyung told her you were staying with us for a few days because we had a massive group project that we had to get done. She was rather sceptical at first, but uhm". His cheeks went pink with awkwardness. "He talked her around, if you know what I mean".

"We weren't sure you were comfortable with it, but it was the only thing we could do at the time", Namjoon cut in softly. "We managed to erase your message before she could hear it, she thinks you're perfectly fine. We sent her texts off your phone, pretending to be you giving updates".

He was right, you did feel a little weird about Taehyung being near your mom at the moment, much less using his gift, but you were also relieved that she wasn't worried sick, and you wouldn't have to give too many excuses.

"Sorry about that", Jin mumbled, his words holding more meaning than just your mom. "We're so sorry y/n. I..uh..I'll....", he got up, "..get you something to eat, you must be starving".

You were actually, and the realisation made your stomach rumble.

They both tried to hold their laughter, but nonetheless, small smiles crept over their faces. You groaned, and hung your head, your cheeks stained red.

"Well go and get me some then", you mumbled in embarrassment. Jin laughed quietly at that, and kissed the top of your head before heading out the door. The sweet action startled you, making you look up, only to see Namjoon looking at you, he was hesitating.

"What's up?", you asked gently. He sighed lightly.

"Taehyung wants to see you". His voice was quiet. You tensed despite yourself, and Namjoon leaned forward.

"Please y/n, I don't expect you to forgive him yet, but please listen to him with an open mind, he hates himself, he's taking all the blame for it", he reached out and held your hand, never taking his eyes off you.

"Just give him a chance to explain", he pleaded.

You stared at him, and nodded slowly.

"Thanks y/n", he smiled, and walked out of the room.

Taehyung walked in almost immediately after.

"Heya babygirl", he smiled sadly at you.

Taehyung looked terrible by his usual standards, his long hair was knotted and tangled, and his skin was sallow and unhealthy looking. Nonetheless, he was still so beautiful.

So not fair.

"Hi Tae", you replied cautiously. Your breathing was shallow, you were nervous.

He walked slowly towards you, his gait was still as smooth and elegant as ever. He stopped right beside you, and reached his hand out towards your temple.

"May I", he asked slowly, he clearly wasn't used to asking someone's permission to enter their head. "It's easier to show you".

You had flinched when he reached his hand out, but he pretended not to notice for your sake.

"Just give him a chance to explain".

"Ok", you replied apprehensively. You were trying not to draw away from him, it was even worse when he swung his leg over the bed, so he was almost straddling you.

"Just... relax ok?", he murmured, reaching out his hands. "I won't mess with your head, I promise".

He held the sides of your head carefully, splaying his fingers so they rested over your temples and cheeks.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?", he whispered suddenly, looking at you closely. "So fucking beautiful". He stroked along your cheekbones with his thumbs.

"Close your eyes", he instructed gently.

You did as he said, and felt his presence fill your mind. You automatically tried to resist it.

Relax baby, it's ok I won't hurt you.

You tried to relax a little, and then explosions of colour lit up your vision. Images began to flash by, so fast that they were a blur to you, but they slowly became visible.

There was Eunha, the day of the ball, from your dream. There was the other six boys, looking so happy together, Yoongi had his arm draped around her. Then just the two of them, sinking his fangs into her neck, it tasted so good.

Taehyung was showing you his memories.

Then there was Dae-in. Then Jimin's worried face as he whispered something to Taehyung, glancing at her out of the corner of his eyes.

And then him and Dae-in in a corridor, she was crying, he was hugging her, whispering sweet reassurances. Eunha's raging face appearing.

Then the image shattered into flames.

There was fire everywhere. He was being held back by Jungkook and Jin, screaming Dae-in's name, because she was in there, and it was all his fault, and he had to get her out.

Then you were filled by the sense of sickening betrayal, it was Eunha who killed her, her own sister, and so many others.

There was flashes of memory, so dark, and dull, numb and empty. All of their hollow faces, they had lost their everything, and it was killing them.

Years and years passed, and slowly, the images got brighter, more normal. They moved on, got better, stuck together. She still hung over them like a curse, but it was easier to ignore now.

Then an image that surprised you.

You could smell something so sweet, and warm, the most beautiful thing he had sensed since her.

You saw Jungkook and Jin standing beside a limp body slumped across the table, which on closer inspection turned out to be you.

Even with blood pouring out of your neck, in his eyes, you were gorgeous.

I do not look that beautiful you thought with a snort.

You do he assured, his sweet echo reverberated through your skull.

You felt a bit weirded out when you could taste your own blood, or at least the way he tasted it. It was indescribable, like warm sugar, and caramel, and so good.

The images went quicker after that. How adorable you were, and how easy it was to tease you, how deliciously red your cheeks went whenever he would make a comment.

Then when you had the nightmare, the first stab of unease and fear.

When he tried to persuade you to tell him what was wrong and you didn't, he became suspicious. Because he never been able to figure out what she was thinking either.

The discussion they all had, confronting you. When you stayed silent, the crush of betrayal again, because how could he have let himself and the others fall into another trap. And you, your sweet innocent persona, how could someone like you have betrayed him.

Then waking up seeing Hoseok's shocked face, saying he could hear Dae-in.

Then you heard your message played in excruciating detail, the sick sick feeling of guilt and horror and dread that threatened to crush him.

Your lifeless body, trapped by chains, blood pouring out of your palms. And he was crying and crying, because you were alive, but barely.

And then the agonising wait as you slept, never moving, only your quiet shallow breaths keeping him company.

How awful he felt just now when you flinched, because he was a stupid idiot who almost killed you. That he should die over and over, you should never see him again because all he brought you was pain.

Then it went black.

"You can open your eyes now".

His voice caught on a sob. And when you opened your eyes, you realised you were crying too.

You reached up and wrapped your arms around him tightly, the tears refusing to stop flowing.

He kept crying too.

"I'm so sorry, so sorry", he gulped. You tried to shush him, but it was hard over your own shaky sobs.

In the end, you just held each other tighter, and cried yourselves to sleep.

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whoosh that was one hell of a chapter to write y'all have no idea

BUT THE GOOD NEWS (well i think it is lol)

I'm writing another book uwu

I'll begin publishing it once this one has ended, but for now, have a preview!!

You had just settled yourself on the bench and were about to eat when heard a light thump from beside you.

"Ah, burrito, interesting choice. Did you know burrito translates as little donkey?".

You slowly looked up at the ridiculously handsome boy who had thrown himself onto the bench beside you. Seriously, he was gorgeous. Tanned skin, and slightly wavy dark hair. You were about to say something, but he cut you off with a cute smile.

"They were invented in the early 1900's, around the time of the Mexican Revolution. The name possibly comes from the fact that they can hold a lot of fillings, the way donkeys would carry lots of luggage".

"What?", you said faintly.

"I know, crazy right?", he grinned at you.

"Who are you?".

"Oh yes, right, of course", he sat up straighter and pulled a note card from the pocket of his leather jacket. He cleared his throat with unnecessary force.

"You are y/n l/n, am I correct?".

"How do you know my name?", you drew away from him warily.

"I know your name because you have been listed as having witnessed Ghastly Humanoids Of Semi Termination Status", he glanced at you. "That's the Organisation's fancy name for GHOSTS".

"What's the organisation?". This man was obviously insane and you should probably start running, so why weren't you?

"All in good time y/n", he announced loftily, and then instantly relaxed and held out his hand with a huge beam.

"You can see ghosts right? I can see them too, my name is Jeon Jungkook".

hahahahhahahahahahha i hope y'all are gonna like it

peace out uwu