lost memories ;

"Which level was it again?" Jin squawks at the buttons, index finger running up and down. It was hanging mid-air, waiting for someone to answer him. "Was it level thirteen? Or level fourteen? No, wait maybe it was level fifteen." Jungkook answers, fingers stroking his chin as he pondered. "Jungkook!" Jin shrieked, lifting a hand to smack the boy's head. Jin's fingers had moved up and down, relying on what Jungkook had said.

Laughing, Jungkook managed to dodge angry mama's hits. "It's level fourteen," Jungkook breathes out, a victorious smirk spread across his face. Jin shot him a look full of doubt. However, Hoseok nodded at the older in reassurance. Bobbing his head, Jin pressed the button and closed the doors. The ride up was silent and the tension was awkward.

Jin stood by the lift door with Jungkook behind him. The three of you were by the back. Jimin stood at one corner, while you stood at the other. Hoseok had stationed himself between you two. "Jimin," Jin starts. The male's head shot up at Jin's call. Jimin looked at the purple-haired male with no emotion, lips drooping as he jerked his chin in response.

The lift seemed to move slower than ever.

"How did you end up bringing y/n in? I mean, there are countless humans on earth." he inquires. Jimin's ears perked up at the mention of your name. The corner of his lips tugged towards the ceiling as his eyes lit up. "Oh, this fish?" you shot the snickering male a glare, wishing Hoseok had not been in between you two.

You would've come up with a comeback if you weren't emotionally and physically drained. You felt like you haven't slept in days. "Well, I was running from a few counter ladies and I ended up in her house. Guess why?"

Oh no. "Oh, oh! Because her house was full of dark spots!" Jungkook raises his hand, jumping up and down in excitement. Groaning, you supported your head using the lift. Jin's face lit up in amusement. "Wel,l that's ironic. You're scared of ghosts, yet you're right here, hanging out with a bunch of them," he sniggers playfully, raising his eyebrows at you. "Not funny, ugly face." you shot back, shooting daggers at the male who stuck his tongue out at you.

As the lift made its way to level fourteen, a familiar voice calls your name. Instantly, you turn around, only to meet with the lift door. You look up, scrutinising the whole lift. "You okay?" Hoseok whispers, placing a hand on your arm. You shrug him off, nodding subtly. The voice calls your name again, this time softer, fainter.

Y/n.

It was the voice you had heard calling out for you, while you were rescuing Jungkook. Find me. The voice was deep, low. A male. A male in hell, who knows you. Please, get us out. Us? You're our only hope. Our? There was only one voice, yet he was talking about someone other than himself. More people knew about me in hell?

What if they were bad guys? What if they knew that you were the saviour, as the mysterious lady quotes. "Dorkhead, you alright?" your head shot up, locking eyes with Jimin. Immediately, a wide smile spreads across the spirit's face. Crap.

Subconsciously, you facepalmed, hissing as your hand came into contact with your face. Cursing under your breath, you mentally questioned yourself why did you do that. A loud, high pitched laugh erupts from Jimin. Jungkook tilts his head, brows pulled together as he stared at you.

You shook your head, before rolling your eyes at Jimin. "Why do you always make fun of tulips?" Jungkook puckered his lips, narrowing his eyes at Jimin. "Because it's fun to make fun of her," Jimin responds, reaching out to flick the youngest's head. The lift dings open and the five of you walk out. The area was filled with egg cartons. Bloody red egg cartons pasted on the walls.

"Why do they fill the space with egg cartons?" you inquire, walking towards one of them. Hoseok was gracefully walking ahead. He didn't even stop to turn. It seemed like he was in a trance, like something was calling out for him. However, you pushed that thought aside and raised your index, tracing the bumps on the walls.

Jin was behind Hoseok, holding onto Jungkook's hand like a parent who didn't want to let go of his child. Jungkook was trailing along, hands tracing the outlines of the wall. Occasionally, he would switch sides and trace the other side of the wall, before moving back to his original spot.

"It helps to soundproof the room. It isn't completely soundproof, though." Jimin answers, hand reaching out for yours. He placed his hand over yours, index pushing against your own. His chest was glued to your back, causing your heart rate to increase rapidly. He trails the egg cartons, moving your hand along.

The hallway turns in, and so did the three of them. They disappeared into a place where only god - or satan - knows, leaving Jimin to you. "Why?" you whisper, afraid the tone of your voice might give away the feelings you held for him. "Because," Jimin paused, reluctant to finish that statement. "Not your story to tell?" you finished, lips pursing into a thin line.

You could feel Jimin nod. He placed his chin on your shoulder, his free hand wrapping around your waist. "It feels nice," he murmurs. "Can we stay like that forever?" A burning sensation causes you to jump out of his arms. Can we stay like that forever? Can we? A creepy, psycho-like voice rang in your ears. Can we? A menacing laugh erupts within your thoughts.

"Princess?" Jimin looks at you, eyes softening as he reached out for you. The moment his hand brushes against your skin, it flares up. An imaginary flame fires at your skin, burning it. You yelp, the tears that collected in your eyes began to fall as you jerk back. "Hey, what's wrong?" Jimin's forehead creases, genuine concern flashing across his eyes.

What was happening? Why were you feeling this way? Memories you never knew existed played in your head. Bits and pieces flew past vividly. Too quick for you to register what was happening. The only thing that you heard was the same, creepy sentence that played like a broken recorder. "Jimin," you whisper, dropping onto the floor.

"What's wrong?" Jimin repeats, worry lacing through his voice.

"I think I found my lost memories."

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okay uh, this was probably a super horrible chapter. school's been weighing me down and i've been struggling to update, OR EVEN TRY to think of something to write. forgive me, i'll do better. i'll be kinda inactive, but not too inactive. i'll try to write during breaks and stuff. i'm really sorry for the bad chapter, please bare with me.