jung hoseok ;

Jimin shook his head, walking out the door, leaving you inside all alone. You grabbed the VIP card on the table. You might need it later.

Before walking out, you grabbed a chocolate-filled muffin and stuffed it in your mouth. Food was life. You turned right, towards the huge area. Then, you stood at the end of the hallway, looking at Jungkook and Jimin who was at the other end.

How'd they managed to walk down the pathway with thousands of ghost's eyes on them? Oh right, they are ghosts too.

Jimin turned around, using his hand to signal you over. Your lungs inflated and deflated. Here goes nothing. You sped down the hallway, staring ahead. Some ghosts reached out for you, while others hissed and snarled at you.

You were still wearing that red-coloured dress, causing you to look like a counter lady. Men and women reached their hands out, causing you to trip.

However, you managed to catch yourself on time. A snicker made its way to your ears. You locked eyes with Jimin, shooting him a death glare. Regaining your posture, you stood up straight, hands in your pocket.

Oh wait, you didn't have a pocket. Jimin laughed loudly. He didn't even bother hiding his amusement. Jungkook barely moved, hands in his pocket, looking as cool as ever.

Hanging your hands by your side, you trudge over to both of them. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Dealing with two hubristic ghosts sent you flying. Walking under the stares of thousands of ghosts? You didn't ever want to go through it again.

"Hi chicky," Jimin grins, placing his arm on your shoulder. Chicky? "Hi piggie," you snorted, pushing his hand off your shoulder. "Piggie?" Jimin stuck out his bottom lip at you. You imitated his actions, cupping his face, "Yes, you look exactly like a pig, big nostrils, small eyes. You snort like one too,"

Jungkook failed to hold back his laugh. Jimin pouted, "Chickens aren't any better. You've got a mouth as sharp as their beaks. Maybe I should've made a comb and a wattle while sewing your dress."

He shot back, sticking out his tongue. Jungkook guffawed. The image of you having a comb and a wattle made you cringe. "Well, at least I'd still be able to live for a few more weeks even if I got my head cut off," you replied.

The lift was taking longer than usual to arrive.

"Well, pigs are the smartest out of all other animals. You can't do anything without a brain like mine," Jimin challenged. "Both of you are childish," Jungkook stated, walking into the open lift.

There was no one inside. Did hell have off-hours too? "Why isn't there anyone here?" you questioned, stepping into the lift. Jungkook stood closer to the front. You moved towards the back, not wanting to share the same space with him. Jimin stood in the middle.

"Breaks," Jimin replied. You nodded. Jungkook was still in his black torn clothes, while Jimin was in his orange-grey hoodie. Neither of you had extra clothes to change into.

Your hair was getting sticky too. Did ghosts need to shower? You looked at Jimin's and Jungkook's hair. They were clean, smooth, and shining under the dim lights. The lift dings open, and the sight before you sent your heart beating faster than ever.

The three ghosts from way earlier, Hong Kong, Round dude, and the stick-liked demon. Why were they everywhere? "Aha," Jimin let out a fake, strained laugh. "Wrong floor," Jungkook continued, rapidly jabbing his finger at the close button. Before the doors closed, stick-man placed his hand on the closing door.

The door reopened, and a new sight filled your eyes. Instead of shock demons, you had three snarling demons staring at you. "Human." the round-shaped demon lowered his voice, eyeing you up and down. Jimin got in front of you, wrapping his finger around your wrist.

Jungkook moved beside you, balled up fists covering his fists. They were ready to fight. Before any of them could make their way into the lift, Jungkook lifted his left leg and kicked the demon blocking your only way of leaving.

He groans, ass hitting the floor in a loud thud. Ouch. The stick demon was lying on the floor, clutching his stomach. "Maybe we should saw off your legs too," Hong Guk, or Hong Kong, snarled nastily. Hong Guk would suit him better, since the country Hong Kong was definitely nicer than him. Saw off his legs?

Jimin released a deep growl, at the demon's sentence. He threw himself onto Hong Guk. You yelled for him, but Jungkook pulled you back before you could get to him.

Jimin balanced himself on the floor with his knees, pulling Hong Guk's hair, throwing punches onto his face. Hong Guk then locked his legs with Jimin's, causing him to lose balance. He then flips Jimin over, so that he was on top.

The demon flung punches onto Jimin's stomach, face, and chest. You gasped in shock, gripping onto the hem of Jungkook's shirt. Please be okay. You wanted to rush over to the injured ghost. You wanted to push that horrendous demon away from him. You wanted to soothe the bruises on him.

Yet you couldn't do anything.

The skinny demon then attacked Jungkook, who dodged it easily. He dragged you with him, causing the demon's fist to land on the wall behind you. Jungkook pulled you out of the lift, jumping over the fighting boys. The skinny tree branched dude ran towards you. You whimpered.

However, it seemed like someone was in urgent need of the lift. The door was about to close as the demon made his way out. Jungkook pulled you behind him, shushing you up. "He won't make it," he assured you. As he ran, the lift doors closed on him. You let out a horrified squeak, stuffing your face into Jungkook's back.

The demon's blood squirts out, making a mess. Blood sputtered everywhere, bits landing on your red dress. Jungkook shifts, placing your head on his chest. He ran his hand through the locks of your hair, calming you down. You sniffled, lifting your head to look at the fighting supernaturals. The skinny demon's body moved upwards, head banging onto the top of the ceiling. Then, the lift broke down due to the demon's body

Jungkook lifts your chin, eyes searching yours. "You okay?" he whispered, softness laced through his voice. "Y-Yeah, it's just." you paused. "Not something you see in your everyday life?" Jungkook chuckles light-heartedly. You nodded, a small smile forming on your lips.

"You idiot, did your hyungs teach you to flirt while others need help, or help them?" both of you turned, eyes widening at a ghost that stood there, heel pressed onto the demon's chest, holding him down.

"H-Hoseok Hyung!" Jungkook gasped. His doe eyes got even larger, making him look cuter. That man was Hoseok? "Some help?" Jimin grunts, trying to hold Hong Guk down. Jungkook released his grip off you, rushing to help Jimin.

You stood there, mouth agape. Were all of Jimin's friends' faces crafted by the gods? Hoseok had both almond and slightly downturned eyes. He had a small yet defined nose and its arch is perfectly formed and ends with a very slight pointy nose. He had a medium lip - they were not full and plump, but they weren't thin either. His cupid bow was more on the round than the sharp side. Your gaze lifted to look at his hair. It was bright red in colour, glimmering under the candle lights.

He tilted his head, flashing you a smile. His lips formed a heart shape as he did so. Whoa. Jimin's friends never failed to amaze you. "That's my chicky!" Jimin frowns, high-pitched voice breaking the trance you were in. Hoseok raised his eyebrow as Jimin wraps his arms around your waist.

He pulled you towards him, chin resting on your head. Your eyebrows raised higher as you leaned against him. Hoseok let out a surprised chuckle. "Yours, huh?"

Jimin nods, causing you to smack the hands around your waist. "I don't belong to your fat ass." You snapped. "Oh, my ass is fat alright. Fatter than yours." Jimin grinned snuggling into your messy hair. He winced, but continued to ruffle your hair with his cheeks.

"How'd you get out hyung?" Jimin's voice was muffled. Hoseok raised his hands, the jingling sound of keys reverberated in the air. "This demon fell right in front of my cell," Hoseok explained, grinning sneakily at him.

You unleashed yourself from the pig's strong hold, looking back at Jungkook. Jungkook had pinned the giraffe looking man on the floor, hands behind his back, swollen cheeks pressed onto the floor. Then, you looked at Jimin. Scars and bruises filled your sight. This idiot. You lifted your hand, caressing the injuries on his face. He looks back down at you, hands locking around your waist. Your chest was facing his. A small smile formed on his bleeding lip. Couldn't he heal himself? Since it was ghost blood. As if he heard your question, he answered, "Ghost blood only works on humans. I'm okay you short chicken," You punched his chest lightly, a smile played on your lips. Your eyes then flickered to Jungkook.

Was Jungkook a policeman in his previous life? Hong Guk glared at you. "What do we do about them?" Jungkook raised his head. He directed the question at Jimin and Hoseok, completely ignoring you. You frowned. He was back to being cold.

Sadness suffocated you. You just wanted to know him. You looked around, realising that you were in a completely different place. The area was more spacious and empty. Cells were meters apart from each other and many ghosts cramped into a cell. The first cell to your right was occupied by one person. There was a warning sign on the side of the cell.

The first cell to your left was a copy of the one on your right, except it was vacant, and had an open door. You guessed that it was Hoseok's cell. Your gaze traveled to the warning sign on the door.

He didn't seem dangerous at all. The room was like a bedroom in a mansion. It was larger than any other room you've seen.

The cages were larger and spacious too. There were a total of twenty enormous cages, fitting at least a thousand ghosts. Hoseok's cage was five times smaller, but it was still roomy. At the end of this room held five closed doors.

"Throw them in the trash?" Jimin suggested, pulling you back into his embrace. This felt too easy. "Before we can allow you to do that, I suggest all of you remove your hands from whatever your touching and lift them."

An unfamiliar voice spoke up. Jimin released you, again, and looked around. The other two did the same, spinning their heads left and right to search for the voice.

"Oh, crap." Hoseok cursed, his pearly white teeth bit his lips. The three of you turned to face him. His face scrunches up, pain spread across his face, like butter being spread across bread. "There are cameras here," Hoseok explained.

And then he fainted.