park jimin who? ;

DISCLAIMER : wrote this when I was 13, it's probably cringey but enjoy (:

Ghosts. Demons. Satan, hell or, whatever. You don't believe it. Not that you don't think it's real, you refuse to think it's real. After all, you've never seen them with your own eyes. Actually, you'd rather not. Interfering with the unknown wasn't the first thing on your bucket list.

You hated everything related to supernaturals. You rarely watched horror movies. That was avoidable. But gossips, myths, and legends were unavoidable. Which was why you'd always run away before your friends could finish their sentences.

The irony of it all was that you lived alone, in a dark, humongous house. It was left behind by your parents. You had a roommate, yes, but she barely came home.

The only places in the house that you've explored were the kitchen, the living room, and your room. Who'd want to explore through the darkest corners of your house anyway?

Your fingers pushed down a button, turning on the small night light you had on your nightstand. No way in hell were you gonna sleep in the dark without knowing what was in it. It was close to ten, and you had just finished school.

You flipped to the other side of your bed, gaze lingering around the empty bed that was supposed to be slept in by your roommate, the person who should have filled up the terrified holes in your heart if not for her absence.

Your eyes felt like sandbags, and your surroundings blurred a little. Before you could fully close them, the empty side of your bed dipped a little.

A lump formed in your throat, but you forced it down and squeezed your eyes shut. You were just imagining it, like always. Your heart thumped loudly in your chest.

Another minute flew by.

There were no other movements. Letting out a sigh you didn't know you were holding back, you let yourself drift into la la land. But something - or rather - someone, pulled you back.

There was a hand on your waist. A freaking hand. There was something else too. A warm, moist, feeling on the back of your neck. It got warmer as the thing moved closer. The bed was now shifting a little.

You had to be dreaming, it wasn't real. You laid still, unable to move, or even process what was happening. You let out shallow, erotic, breaths as the figure got closer.

You could feel it breathing into your ear. Its breath was hot, heavy, and creepy. Something wet touched your earlobe.

That was it.

A blood-curdling scream reverberated in the air, followed by a sharp yelp. Pushing yourself off the bed, you scrambled for the lights.

There was a male.

On your bed.

You let out another scream, panic, and terror overwhelming you. "Jeez woman, calm down." the faded figure mutters, loud enough for you to hear.

"It's blinding, can you turn the lights off?" the sitting male gestured to the lights, rubbing his jaw. Oh, you must've hit him in the process of getting away from... whatever he was.

He was translucent - you could see your pillow, wall, and closet through his body. Your gaze never lifted from him, body shaking subtly.

"Are you going to turn them off? Or shall I do it?" a smirk tugged up the turquoise-blue-haired male's lips as he placed his feet onto the floor.

"D-don't! st-stay a-away from me. I'm going to call the police. Breaking into other's house is a form of offense! you yelled at the person on your bed.

His body tenses up at the mention of the word offence. A dark, menacing snarl replaced his once cocky face.

"Don't you dare."

His voice was an octave lower, darker. It sent shivers down your spine. Heck, you bet you shivered in front of his eyes. You stopped yourself from trembling, unwilling to let that man notice the effect he had on you.

"Darling, no police would be able to catch me, I don't think any of them would be able to see me either," the snarl on his face was gone as he taunted you.

Three sharp knocks on your front door stopped him from moving closer to you.

It was your chance to get help. As if he could read your mind, the male pressed his index on his lips, whispering, "Tell anyone, and I'll haunt you forever." his silver-coloured iris darkened, before he vanished into thin air.

What.

The.

Heck.

Another round of knocks stole your attention and you moved towards your front door. Was it your roommate? Were you finally safe?

You flung the door open, hoping it was someone you knew. However, disappointment hit you hard as you stared at the tall, broad-shouldered male. He had grey hair, a sharp nose, small lips, and brown coloured eyes.

In his hands held a small slip of paper. "Hi ma'am, my name is Kim Jung Sok, my friend is an exorcist, if you need him to expel any evil from your home, you can call this number!"

The smiling boy stuffed it in your hands, before walking away. You removed your hand from the door, using both of them to pull the small piece of paper up, scrutinising the details.

Your focus was shattered when the door abruptly slams shut. Your body jumps in shock as you stared at the same turquoise-blue-haired fading figure.

"Do not call that number," he hissed, squinting his eyes at you as he resting his weight on your front door.

A smug smile crept up your lips.

"And why not?"

"It's a direct hotline to hell,"

The male snickered as your jaw dropped along with the 'harmless' piece of paper. "W-why are people giving that out?" you stammered, questioning the one who, apparently, knew more than you do.

"Honey, it's the hungry ghost festival. They're looking for ghosts that haven't returned," he picks at his nails, clearly bored.

Hungry.. ghost festival? That festival rang a bell in your head, but you couldn't place your fingers on where you've heard about it before.

"The next month is the hungry ghost festival! Do you wanna visit some haunted houses?" a familiar giggle slipped into your ears.

A gasp left your lips as you eyed the disinterested figure. Hungry ghost festival. The festival when the gates of hell are opened.

"S-so they're loo-looking for you?" you pursed your lips, waiting impatiently for his answer.

"They're looking for certain ghosts, do you not read up about this festival?" His brows pulled upwards as he looked at you in confusion. The male thought everyone knew about this festival. You shook your head vigorously.

Me? Read about ghosts?

Maybe when pigs fly I will.

A familiar smirk curled up his lips, "is this innocent little girly scared?" It was as if he had read your mind.

Sniggering, he took a step forward, which resulted in you taking a step backward. Amusement danced in his orbs. Your reaction had answered his question.

"Let's make a deal."