Jungkook woke up with a dull headache invading his senses. He knew where he was but he doesn't know how he got here.

He remembered that he and that ghost were on their way to a cabin where Jimin supposedly had a connection with. So how did he end up here? In a bed?

Groaning, he tried to lift up his head and scan the surroundings. The sunlight almost blinded him when he opened his eyes. All the windows were open. This is the same bedroom that spirit caged him in.

He shifted with another groan, the blankets rustling around him, the pillow between his legs falling off the side of the bed. He squinted his eyes and soon noticed the figure sitting on the corner of the room.

Is that the ghost?

"Uh...Jimin?" He called with a bit of uncertainty, his voice still laced with sleep.

The latter seemed to not hear him.

Jungkook stretches his body with a yawn. He blinked away the sleepiness from his eyes before slowly sitting up, the blanket falling off off his chest and into his lap.

Jungkook squinted once again. He wasn't sure if he was seeing correctly because it seemed like the spirit was....sleeping?

It had its head leaning on the headrest. Its eyes were closed and his mouth slightly agape as loud snores came out every now and then. His arms were lazily draped on his side, one of his legs perched on the couch while the other rested on the table in front of him.

Is he really sleeping? Jungkook questioned himself. I thought ghost don't sleep. Am I dreaming? Maybe I am...

Smack!

"Ow..." Jungkook rubbed his cheeks in regret after he slapped himself for reality check. Then he slowly registered something.

He wasn't wearing a shirt.

His eyes widened in horror. What?!

He threw the blanket off of him and almost yelped at the sight of his underwear greeting him.

He gasped audibly, hearing Jimin yawn over the couch. Panick filled him as the spirit stretches his arms above him, blinking his eyes open only to shut them close again with a groan.

His eyes dart all over the room trying to find his clothes but he'll never put them back on in time anyways. So as Jimin rubs his sleepy eyes (which Jungkook will not admit looked kind of cute because that is not even a living being), he dives back under the blanket and wraps it tightly around himself.

He tried to stay as still as possible as hears a few rustles from that corner of the room.

"Jungkook?" He heard it call out, its voice soft and scratchy.

The mortal closes his eyes tightly. He doesn't know if he wants to confront Jimin about how the fuck he was stripped down to his boxers but part of him doesn't want to. Maybe he's being a pussy about it and maybe he's really starting to get frightened by that demon thingy.

Suddenly, he feels the bed dip behind him along with the familiar coldness radiating from there. He's so close. He can feel it. Jimin was just an inch behind him because the coldness was already seeping through the blanket and sticking to his bare back.

"I..." Jungkook hears its voice whisper. Now, he's sure that he was really close. "You..." It tried to say something again. What is he trying to say?

"You smell really bad right now." It giggled.

It fucking giggled.

"You should take a shower, human. Get yourself out of that blanket burrito. Did you think you can fool me that easily?"

Jungkook rolled his eyes under the covers. He moved away the blanket just enough for his face to be exposed but that seemed like a wrong move.

He was met by dark shining orbs staring through his soul, an annoying smirk placed perfectly on that imperfect face. The spirit's face was unbelievably close, one wrong flinch and their lips are going to touch and Jungkook's horrified by the thought.

"Good morning." It whispered lowly, same smirk stuck on its face as it watches him squirm.

Jimin comes closer and Jungkook tries his best to back out of reach, leaning his face sideways, scrunching his eyes in both fear and.....anticipation? Hold on. Is he really letting this spirit touch him? What the fuck? No wa—

"You look so beautiful up close."

Jungkook suddenly flinches at what he just heard. He slowly opened his eyes to look at Jimin and see if he heard that right but that was another wrong move. The creature was pinning him with his gaze, something swimmed in his eyes but he can't grasp what it is. It leaned closer and his breath hitched. Why isn't he doing something?! Anything?!

"Just kidding!" Jimin suddenly drew back with an evil cackle that filled the room. His eyes turned scrutinising almost instantly as he stood up and straightened his suit. "You look horrible. Ghastly might I add. You have drool on your cheek and I stand by my word you stink a fucking lot. Get a shower, mortal. I won't say it again."

And he exits the room like the asshole that he is. Who knew ghost are such annoying fuckers?

But Jimin was probably right. Jungkook can smell himself. He hasn't had a proper shower for days ever since he was kidnapped by that freaking spirit. He hasn't even touched his phone or computer and it's already sinking in how it will drive him to madness soon.

With a sigh, he threw his legs off the bed and stood up. He walked to the door and peeked left and right for a sign of the ghost but he wasn't there. He locked it and went straight for the bathroom.

He took his sweet time rubbing the soap all over his body and feeling the warm water relax the tension in his rigid muscles. It all sunk in how much he missed this. Although he still felt anxious about Jimin. Jimin's a spirit that can probably pass through walls and locked doors easily and can creep up on him anytime. The thought makes him shudder. He shouldn't make himself too comfortable. Jimin mentioned that he might have ties with demons and he doesn't want to be a part of that. Who in their right mind would?

Sure, Jungkook has no idea if his friends are still alive and he's basically held captive a demon ghost but he thinks he hasn't gone crazy yet. Maybe soon enough if he still doesn't get access to wifi.

Feeling satisfied, Jungkook stepped out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his hips. He stood in front of the sink and stared at himself through the mirror. There were bruises decorating his torso. There were scattered left and right. Jungkook took a deep, shaky breath as he jabbed a finger at one gingerly. He winced and grabbed the sink for support when the pain rushed all over him. Just what the hell did Jimin do to him?

"Do I even want to know?" He whispered to himself, looking at his tired eyes even if he just woke up moments ago. A large part of himself hopes that this is all just one big nightmare. That maybe he was just oversleeping in his own bed and sooner or later his mother will come barging in his bedroom and scream at him to wake up. He really hopes that's the case. He just needs to survive more of this nightmare until he's shaken out of slumber.

He dried himself and strutted out of the bathroom. It seems like the spirit wasn't around anymore. Just as it should be. Jungkook needs his privacy.

He originally planned on just wearing his clothes again but his eyes land on a new pair of clothes neatly placed on the now fixed bed. His eyebrows furrowed at the sight. Did the spirit do this?

He approached the bed, looking around the room just to check before picking them up one by one and inspecting them. They seemed to be in good condition and they didn't smell bad. He isn't sure if they are safe to wear though. Maybe the ghost was pulling a prank on him.

I really can't complain. Jungkook thought so he just sighed and slipped on the articles of clothing. He was careful when he wore the blue fuzzy sweater over his body. For a moment, he wondered where the hell would a ghost get an underwear that smelled like it was fresh out of a washing machine but then he really doesn't want to know.

After dressing up, he peeked out of the door again and he ran straight to the entrance door but of course it was locked. It wasn't even locked normally. The whole door had this eerie black glow surrounding it. Even the windows had them too. There's no escape.

Jungkook sighed in defeat and just walked sluggishly to the kitchen where he found the table with a plate heaping with food. Once again, he found himself curious as to why Jimin's treating him nicely all of a sudden. Just yesterday, he was chained up and his legs had this terrible curse on them but now he just had a great shower, fresh new clothes and he was allowed to walk around the house. He still can't escape though.

Jungkook sat on the chair, looking around again. Somehow, he was looking for that stupid ghost. He has no idea why but it felt awfully empty in this haunted house without it.

A steaming burger steak and a bunch of mixed vegetables was on the plate, along with a bowl of rice beside it and a glass of water. He stabbed the burger and placed the first bite in his mouth. It was cold on the inside. What is this? Jungkook shook his head and took another bite, trying his best to ignore the weird texture of the burger. The rice tasted fine. The mixed vegetables tasted like they were just microwaved. But once again Jungkook can't complain.

As he was finishing his meal, a whirl of black suddenly warped in the chair in front of him and he almost choked on his rice.

"Is it good?" Jimin asked despite Jungkook coughing violently in his hand. "I can't remember how food tastes like so I just grabbed the first thing I saw."

Jungkook hits his chest repeatedly, chugging down his glass of water.

"I can't stay that long outside of this house." The spirit continues to talk. "So I was in a rush."

"Wh...where did you get the food?"

The spirit gave an unnerving grin, leaning back in the chair. "It's a secret."

Jungkook glares, chewing angrily on the last piece of meat. "It tastes bad."

"Really?" For the second time, Jungkook saw something flash in the other's soulles eyes rather than just hate and anger. Unlike this morning it was something leaning more to.....sadness, maybe? but it was quickly brushed off. "Well, whatever. It's still food. This isn't a luxury hotel so don't expect too much." It scoffed.

"Thank you though." Jungkook decided to say. "For the food and the clothes." He's not heartless. Jimin deserved a small gratitude for the effort atleast.

The ghost grinned once again. Can this ghost just stop looking like he's planning something bad all the time? His crooked grin suggested it. "You better thank me. I thought that maybe I'll steal your old clothes and make you roam this house naked for my entertainment but I'm not as heartless as you might think." It winked.

"Asshole." Jungkook muttered under his breath to which the spirit gave a chuckle.

"I'll let the insult pass since I'm not in the mood to scare you."

Jungkook rolled his eyes and cleaned up the dishes, ignoring Jimin as he placed them on the kitchen sink and started washing them.

"You have something on your mind. What is it?" Jimin suddenly called out to him. He heard the chair creak and soon the floor as the latter took a few steps towards him.

Jungkook continued to ignore him and focused on scrubbing the gravy off the plate. He carried on until he felt the familiar chill behind him and watched in terror as arms caged him against the counter.

"What are y—" His hands lost grip of the plate and it shattered loudly, the sound ringing throughout the empty house. The demon pressed closer against him, his breath hitching as he gripped the edge of the counter tightly. He can feel it's nippy breath on his neck, causing goosebumps all over his body.

"Your feistiness is amusing and all." It spoke closely to Jungkook's ear. "But you have no idea how it's tempting me to do things to make you pliant for me."

"Jimin—"

"Who told you, you can call me that?" It growled, pressing harder against him. Jungkook struggled but it's useless. Jimin was too strong.

"I'm sorry." He whimpered.

I can snap your neck in a second or rip your heart out while it's still beating. He's reminded of how dangerous Jimin is......just when he thought he was starting to become nice.

He was aware that no one can hear him scream in a place like this. In the middle of nowhere. They're surrounded by corn fields and animals who wouldn't give a damn if they heard his tormented cries. He can run nowhere without the spirit catching him easily. As all of this thoughts crashes on him, his body trembled.

He closes his eyes when he felt lips pressing lightly on the side of his neck and travelling lower to his shoulder. Hands started to stroke his sides and it continued to roam inside his shirt, caressing over his stomach.

"Ji—" Jungkook stopped himself. Slowly he felt like his mind was slowly losing its grip on reality. Jimin's touches suddenly felt hot against his skin, prickling with pleasure.

Jungkook lost himself. His mouth opened in a silent moan and he pushed back against Jimin, his body craving and eager. The hold on his hips tightened as he bared his neck, letting the other suck on his supple neck and feeling insistent hips moving against him.

He tried to even his breathing. The only thing he can focus on is Jimin through his panting. The touches and how they were pressed flush against each other. This wasn't normal. They were barely doing anything yet his body felt like it was on fire.

Everything stopped when the spirit abruptly slowed down with a curse leaving his lips.

"I-I'm sorry." Jimin suddenly stuttered, backing off a bit but not retrieving his arms from the younger.

Jungkook gasped as the wave of reality comes crashing back to him. He felt his senses again. The cold tile on his hands and the small rays of sun hitting his eyes through the window in front of him. His erratic heart beat slowing down and the pumping of his blood returning to normal.

"I didn't mean to use my power like that." The spirit apologized once again, this time taking a step away from Jungkook and withdrawing his arms.

Jungkook turned around to face him, wide eyes blinking rapidly and his mind trying to process what happened. "W-what was that?"

"As I said, I can easily make humans like you pliant for me by using a spell of mine." Jimin said. "I....I didn't mean to lose control
...with you."

Jungkook brushed his hair back, averting his gaze off the ghost. "Is that spell what you used with Yoongi hyung and the others?"

Jimin nodded wordlessly.

It brought a piercing silence between them for a long moment. Both of them standing a few feet away from each others, their eyes not meeting each other.

"Atleast you didn't hurt me....."

Jimin nodded again. "I don't plan to."

Jungkook wrapped his arms around him. "Thank you."

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jimin needs to chill