a/n : hi! just a gentle heads up, this chapter contains talk about gun dealing, drugs, and talk about... abusing children? it's not exactly abusing, but it's about something doing unimaginable and disgusting acts towards children. if you do not wish to read that part, please stop when I show *** til the ending. thank you, enjoy!

“Here,” Namjoon whispers, placing Yoongi on the floor. Jungkook and Jimin moved the cages that held ghosts from Yoongi’s room to other rooms. That allowed you to sit together to talk things out, as quoted by Namjoon. “He’s sobering up, wait for it.” Namjoon groans, rubbing his temple.

Jimin plops onto your side, pressing his chin onto your shoulder. “What are we supposed to talk about?” you question, voice laced with doubt. They have never gone too deep during a conversation, and something told you it was going to change. “Our past. Hoseok and I had a mini discussion, and we decided that you should know who we really are before anything else gets to you first.”

Sucking your inner cheeks, you sat next to Jimin. The boys formed a small circle, Namjoon and Jin facing the doorway. You were facing Jungkook, while Yoongi and Hoseok sat across Namjoon, and Jin. “So, I heard Hoseok had mentioned his sister,” Namjoon starts. His posture was straight, voice filled with seriousness. Every part of him screamed professional.

“Has he ever told you what happened after his sister disappeared?” the blonde male’s voice softened, sending Hoseok a look. A signal, only the other would understand. Yoongi’s head was placed on Hoseok’s shoulder. The mint-haired male was quietly snoozing away. The redhead smiles weakly, before fiddling with his fingers. “The next day,” Namjoon began, sighing right after.

“I was trying to look for food as I thought I might need the energy to find my sister. I ran into street gangs, seventeen-year-olds. Namjoon and Yoongi were part of the opposing gang, who were dissing them. They took me in, defending me from the gang.” Hoseok continues, still refusing to lift his head. “At first, I followed them around, doing things they did. They provided me a place to live, food to eat. They didn’t question me, nor force me to do things I didn’t want to do.”

“Slowly, I warmed up to them. Through street fights, fun, stealing, runaways, our bond grew stronger. That’s when I decided to tell them about my issues - my sister. This whole time, I haven’t forgotten her. Secretly, I’ve been sneaking out, trying to look for clues alone. Yoongi would be up, watching the television. Upon my return, the male would only raise an eyebrow. He never interrogated me, only turning his head back to the television. Soon, I spilled the tea. At first, I thought none of them would’ve believed me. I thought they would’ve laughed, brushed it off. However, they told me that I wasn’t alone, and they’d be with me from now on.”

Finally, Hoseok lifts his head, revealing his emerald green orbs. They were glistening under the lights, eyes holding emotions deeper than the ocean. “Namjoon was the expert. He went around, trying to gather information. Yoongi eavesdropped in conversations, picking up important information. I, on the other hand, went back to the playground, tracing back the places where Hye Ji and I have gone to.”

“One day, Namjoon came barging home, screaming about how he found her. Our gang came pounding down the creaky, wooden stairs, ears perked up, waiting for him to speak. Namjoon said someone had mentioned that evil spirits loved to bring little children to this house, downtown. It was a myth, told by the elders. That night, we decided to go there to check it out. Some of us stayed behind, while the rest of us went ahead.” Hoseok’s voice trembled, lips quivering slightly.

“That’s the day we died,” a deep, raspy voice echoed in the air. All heads turned towards the source. Dark, raven-like eyes stared back at all of you. Mint hair ruffled across his head, covering his eyes.

Min Yoongi was up.

“Yoongi,” Namjoon spoke, a wave of relief washing past his face. “You’re up.” his voice was sweet, soft, and filled with brotherly love. “Cut the sweet mushy shit, Joon. Let me continue.” Yoongi looks at Hoseok, who nodded at him, permitting him to take over. “Someone better fill me in on why a counter lady is joining us on this mission. And why Jimin’s looking at her like she’s the last piece of pizza on the table.” he raised an eyebrow, sending Jimin a glare. The male gulped, red painting across his white

skin.

It was hard to believe this was the Yoongi who had smiled so sweetly at you earlier.

“Our gang did all sorts of unimaginable things. Namjoon sold guns, while I sold drugs. Hoseok was too young to be part of this business, so he helped us steal some food. Our house was torn, broken, but steady. The walls were peeling, the stairs were broken. However, that was better than nothing. My parents threw me out when I was ten, and here I landed. Out in the streets, smoking used cigarettes. I tried to avoid those shitheads, but somehow, they managed to drag me into their useless fights. From there, I got to know Namjoon.”

“This softhearted dude held out a hand, whispering soft apologies. He was constantly looking from me to his gang. Once he made sure I was alright, he scurried back to his group. He wasn’t a memorable person,” Yoongi grinned, a hint of cheekiness trailing off his voice. The blonde male sent him a glare, causing him to chuckle. “So I forgot him, almost immediately. We ran into each other days later. He claimed that he had lost his gang. But actually, they kicked him out. What do you expect? This kind of job isn’t for any normal human. He also explained how he tried to find me, day after day. I didn’t care, all I wanted was to survive. So I let him follow me around like a lost puppy.”

“Somehow, this idiot managed to attract lost strangers, who wanted to join our mini group. And that was how our gang was formed. Fast forward,” Yoongi yawns, blinking his eyes rapidly. “To the day we were supposed to visit the house downtown. As promised, we didn’t leave Hoseok alone. Well, the others did. Whoever sold Namjoon the information was right. There were kids, many of them. They were all there, including Hoseok’s sister. They were tied up, sitting on chairs. Some of them were dead, bloodied, unconscious.” you noticed how Yoongi paused. The three of them winced, probably from the unwanted memories that flowed in like a river. “There… they… their eyes were gouged out. Most of them had empty eye sockets. Some lost a tongue, while others lost a limb. It was horrible,” Yoongi whispers, eyes tearing up. You couldn’t imagine what the three of them had to go through.

“They, the spirits, were all gathered in a circle. A girl stood, laid, in the center. We were further away, slowly inching our way to them. And as we got closer…” Yoongi trails off, pulling Hoseok into his embrace, patting his shoulder. “Hoseok recognised the girl. It was his sister. And slowly, but surely, the spirits disassembled her body parts. Unconsciously, Hoseok let out a loud sob, attracting their attention. And, you could guess what happened next.” Yoongi finishes, fingers drumming Hoseok’s shoulders

in a rhythmic pattern.

Hoseok’s eyes were lifeless, drained. His limbs were numb, still as heck. Everyone was silent, so silent you could hear a pin drop. “Let’s give him a minute,” Namjoon whispers, fingers tracing the pattern of the floor. Everyone got the message. You looked at Hoseok, feelings rushing through your heart. You couldn’t imagine how he could’ve stayed optimistic and cheerful, despite everything he went through.

It’ll be okay, Hoseok. You whispered internally, wishing none of them had to ever go through this kind of thing.

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hi :)) so, i was thinking if i should write a story on each of the members' previous life, before they became ghosts. sksks i would if i had the time.

ideas are literally filling my head and im writing but like there are only a few parts here and there whoops.

tell me your opinion on this chapter :))