The next day was as hectic as the last two. Jungkook arrived around 7am and was chained to their conference room until well past lunch. The energy around the building was still insane, still teeming with life as phones kept ringing and people still ran around. It kept him going through the sleep deprivation, but more than that, memories of the last two days filled him with life.

But now he was back in hell; the huge powerhouse going through its harshest stress test yet. Eventually, Namjoon had forced him to go have lunch, and he'd come back feeling lethargic, not looking forward to the never-ending nightmare the afternoon promised to be.

It was just as he walked through the glass doors to the department that he felt it. Feelings which weren't his bloomed in his chest.

He searched the open space, eyes sweeping over the people bustling around. And there it was. The silver-blue outline of a man striding towards him, and the vision drew every inch of him to the ghost, focus razor fine as the shape approached.

V's hands lifted and fingertips ran over the apples of his cheeks, threading through his hair as he walked closer still, until there was no space between them, his arms thrown over Jungkook's shoulders. Lips came close to his, so close yet not near enough.

"Hey you," V whispered.

Jungkook gazed into impossibly blue eyes with utter wonder, before he looked up and through the ghost; noticed Namjoon staring at him. His head was tilted as if to say 'Are you okay?' and a strange, tense smile made its way to Jungkook's face. He probably looked demented right now, leaning into thin air, staring at something invisible, his face betraying a plethora of complex emotions that had no place in the chaotic work environment.

He pointed a thumb towards the door, as if to say he was heading towards the toilet.

Then he whispered. Just one word.

"Jump."

He felt V leap upwards, legs wrapping around his waist and it took every ounce of self control to not grab those thighs. It should be uncomfortable, but V was snuggled up to him like a koala as he navigated them back out the door and through the crowd, eyes focussed on their destination. The ghost weighed nothing, and it disappointed him somewhat. He wanted to feel that weight pressed down against him, wanted to have his true human form in his arms. But this was still his DreamSoul, and though he weighed nothing, he was still addictive.

Jungkook swung the door to the stairwell open and closed it behind them, knew no one used it when there were three elevators running through the building. Adrenaline and anticipation ran wild inside of him.

He looked down at the mop of see-through shining hair and felt his heart stutter fondly.

"Hey you," he finally said back.

It made V look up at him, eyes wide with some sort of cheekiness.

"You ignored me out there."

A growl left Jungkook's lips as he finally leant into his desires, let his hands wrap around the man's thighs, bringing them closer to each other. Didn't think being closer would be possible, but revelled in the sudden ability to feel the other's heartbeat through their flush chests.

"Is that what you were trying to do, V hyung? Tease a reaction out of me?"

The ghost seemed to think for a second, lifting his eyes up to the heavens in mock thought, and it made Jungkook irrationally jealous. Wanted those eyes back on him no matter what, had never felt this possessive yet here they were, him refusing to let the ghost back onto solid ground, the man in his arms teasing him.

"I don't know..." V finally smirked. "Maybe I just missed you."

Jungkook couldn't take it anymore. He took two steps forwards and pressed the ghost's back into the wall, brought his mouth to hover above his.

"Hey... I missed you too."

He'd felt feverish a second ago, but now that heat turned into slow molten lava as he pressed their lips together. Slow but burning as the limbs wrapped around him tightened. Felt fingers card through his hair and he let out an involuntary moan, which the other swallowed eagerly. It made him open his mouth and Jungkook took the opportunity. Slipped his tongue between V's teeth and let it lap against the other's, tasting him, savouring the flavour of strawberries and something entirely him.

They lost themselves in the feeling, of teeth and swiped tongues and soft playful lips, of hands gripping thighs and gentle tugs of hair.

Finally, Jungkook leant back, chuckling when V chased his lips.

"I need to get back to work," he said, pecking him again once, twice, three more times.

He released the grip he'd held, and the ghost slid back down onto his own feet. He was pouting, and Jungkook found it both maddening and adorable.

"How did you even get here? It's the middle of the day."

"Ah... I guess I fell asleep in the car", V said, running an embarrassed hand over the back of his head. "And... I guess I missed you too much."

Jungkook smiled, satisfaction filling his eyes, and he pulled V in for another hug, one last kiss.

"I always miss you, hyung, but it's okay, I'll see you tonight."

His eyes shone with a pure smile as he watched the light around V burn brighter. then he was shooting through the ceiling, and towards whatever part of the world he was in. Jungkook wistfully stared into the ether, wishing him a safe journey, then went back to work.

***

Two floors down, a car was parking onto the curb. Inside, Seokjin shook Taehyung awake.

He opened tired eyes, focusing on his manager, who looked both slightly worried and fond. Taehyung yawned, looking around to see where they were.

"We've arrived at BigHit," Jin said, seeming to read his mind. "We're doing more CGI scenes in the training hall today, remember?"

Taehyung groaned, recalling the last few days. After the nightmare of having to ignore the never-ending death threats being sent to him through every means possible, he'd rushed into work late in the afternoon to record a song he'd never heard before. No time to practice, just several hours of intense recording and nit-picking, on all parties. He'd refused to have his song be sup-par, and Min Yoongi had agreed. They'd been there for hours. Thank god for Kookie; he wouldn't have gotten a decent night's sleep otherwise.

The mystery man had recharged him, to the point where he'd shown up to work the next day with energy and enthusiasm nearly painfully overflowing.

They'd filled the day with huge CGI scenes they needed for the second and third trailers, which meant he was mostly swinging from a crane all day long. And sure, over the last few weeks Hoseok had managed to get him used to the heights and the violent swinging, but by the end of the day he'd still crawled away from the ruthless man, exhausted and nauseous.

And now they were back to do the same.

"Hey, who's Jungkookie?" Jin asked out of the blue.

Taehyung froze.

Jungkookie, Jungkookie, Jungkookie.

A thousand images rushed through his mind, nights spent talking to an invisible ghost, burnt hands, blue flames and soft lips.

Jungkookie.

"Oh my god..." he whispered.

Jungkookie.

A piece of the puzzle slotted into place and he slapped a hand over his mouth in shock.

"Tae? You were saying that name in your sleep... Are you okay?"

He stared back at his manager, a slight madness in his eye as he tried to explain, knowing they were short on time.

"Jin hyung, that's... that's the person I asked you to find: Kookie. Jungkookie . I can never remember his name when I wake up..."

Jin had fully turned in his seat, a concerned look on his features.

"What do you mean, 'when you wake up'?"

"I dreamt of him... for the longest time. Or actually he'd visit me when I was awake, but recently I've been dreaming of him instead. All I know is he works at BigHit."

"Taehyung, I don't think..."

"Hyung!" he interrupted, trying to calm the desperation inside of him. "Please just trust me, okay? I'm not mad. I sound insane but I'm not! In that building there is a man called Jungkookie, or something similar, and I really need you to find him, okay?"

Seokjin was still looking at him like he'd grown antennas.

"All you need to do is find him," Tae continued. "You just have to believe me until then, and then I can prove I'm not going mad. Please?"

The older man finally nodded, solemn, before he clapped his hands to dispel the tension and told him to grab his stuff. They made their way inside, ready for another day of exhausting filming.