"Ms (l/n), are you a prosecutor?"

"Y-yes."

"Please help me."

I was taken back, I didn't know how to reply; to a ghost. The train stopped as the male figure stood up. "Please don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." He reassured, taking a step closer to me. I panicked and took a step back. The atmosphere became thick and dense as silence enveloped the train cart. "I can't hurt you since I am you know, a ghost." He chuckled, in an attempt to lighten the tense atmosphere.

"H-how did you kn~." Am I really having a conversation with a ghost? My mind quickly ran through any sort of possibility or chance this could happen and it came back with nothing. How is this possible?

"Your name?" He interrupted, I hesitantly nodded. Slowly gaining back my composure. "Your name tag." He smiled warmly. I subconsciously smiled back slightly letting my tense shoulders relax, he can't harm me, right?

"Now arriving at Seoul Station." I robotic voice called, interrupting my intense stare at the mysterious figure. This was my stop. I hastily picked up my bag and backed off onto the platform.

"No please~." He desperately called out to me, he sprinted after me only to be stopped by an invisible wall. The train's doors closed soon afterwards. I took a deep breath in and then out, pinching myself roughly in the wrist. Am I dreaming? I pinched harder, feeling the stinging pain, I quickly let go of the pinch. I hiss slightly, rubbing the red patch of skin before heading out to my company building. The hot summer breeze hit me again once I exited the train station, the previous chills I felt had now vanished entirely. Taking a stroll to my work office.

"Good morning Ms (l/n)." The receptionist of my district greeted.

"Morning Minseo." I greeted back, heading over to the elevator.

"Good morning sweetie." I hear a familiar voice greet as the elevator doors opened, revealing my dashing father.

"Morning dad." I chirped in reply.

"Are you sick sweetie?" He suddenly spoke, I frowned, nodding my head no. "You look pale like you've seen a ghost." He pointed out before chuckling to himself. Well, he wasn't wrong there. I joined in with my father's laughter, laughing nervously.

"Speaking of which, had there been a recent death on train Gyeongbu line?" I inquired casually as I let my gaze wander the plainly decorated elevator.

"No, not recently that I know of, they're pretty strict with safety guidelines nowadays." My father replied. Not recently, then how did the ghost get there?

"Recently?" I repeated his word earlier.

"Well in my days as a junior prosecutor I worked in a case with a few of my colleagues, a young boy around about your age committing suicide." I was bewildered by my father's response, I was not expecting that sort of an answer. The elevator door opened on the fifth floor and both my father and I exited the elevator.

"Do you still have the files to that case?"

"(Y/n)~ahhhh, that case was solved ten years ago, I don't know if we still have it." My father sighed. "Why the sudden interest anyway?"

"I was just curious," I mumbled.

"Well, I will look around to see if I can find it, no promises." He offered, I smiled widely. Quickly nodding my head. He smiled, ruffling my hair silently. "If you promise me to stop digging around old cases and work hard on completing your current ones, I swear you are going to get fired if you don't finish your workload quickly."

"Yep, thanks, dad!" I smiled before we went our separate ways. As I promised, I worked diligently through the cases which had been assigned to me throughout the day until lunch break rolled around.

"The defendant who could not control his anger." I finished off my sentence with the case I was currently working on. I sighed satisfactorily, leaning back in my chair. I held up my watch up to read the time. Twelve- thirty, I smiled as I realised, it was lunchtime. As if right on queue my father popped his head in, holding two take away containers and a large file. "Just in time." I smiled.

"Hahaha did you keep your promise?" My father inquired whilst raising an eyebrow.

"Of course, look at how hard I have been working," I exclaimed, pointing to the pile of the completed cases next to my desk.

"Good girl." My father smiled before handing me a takeaway container and the file.

"Is the case file for the Gyeongbu line suicide?" I exclaimed, nearly jumping out of my seat in excitement. He nodded. "See it wasn't that hard to find." I grinned. My father simply shrugged off my smart statement and dug into his take away box of food. I opened the file and read the date. "First of September, nineteen ninety-seven." I read aloud.

"Yep, back in the days when I used to like in Anyang with your mother." My father smiled.

"Now everyone lives in Seoul, except for me." I added.

"I don't understand you (y/n), you would rather take the train for thirty or so minutes instead of living a few minutes away from your workplace with the company of your family, our house is always open you know." My father sighed.

"Not this again." I murmured. "I told you, as much as I love you all I also love the memories from childhood back in Anyang."

"Yes, sweetheart I know." My dad chuckled. "I was just hoping you changed your mind that's all."

"You guys know I love you all either way, besides you only asked me two days ago, how could my mind have changed in the time period of forty-eight hours?" I chuckled.

"Your right." My father joined in with my laughter. "Ahh anyway, enjoy your lunch and I will see you soon?" My father stood up, pushing the chair in from behind himself.

"Hmmm hum." I hummed in response, reading through the file. "Found in the middle of the tracks." I mumbled, reading the file aloud. "Autopsy; dark bruises found on the neck and stomach, most likely impact from the train, broken ribs and leg." I flipped the piece of paper and examined the autopsy photo of the bruises and a diagram indicating the broken bones. There was also a photo of the body in the position it was found in. "Hang on, that doesn't make sense." I looked closely at the photo, his body was neatly laid on the floor, like someone put him there. Or maybe I am just over thinking things. I read the fine print of the profile of the person killed. "Jeon Jungkook." I read his name aloud.

"That guy who committed suicide on the Gyeongbu line?" I hear my assistant inquire.

"Mrs Kim." I stood up and bowed, walking over to greet her at the door. "Do you know of this case?"

"Yes, I remember hearing my mother and father discuss this case when I was a little girl." She confirmed.

"Ah, I see, could you please take these files, I am finished with them." I smiled, wheeling over to her.

"Of course." She smiled. I quickly finished off my lunch and packed the file into my bag before sitting back down to work on my assigned cases.

The time flew by as one by one my fellow colleagues left, I finished off one last case before heading off to the train station. I automatically went straight to the platform which took me back home and boarded the train. I was hesitant at first, not knowing whether this was the same train as the ghost I saw earlier on in the day but I calmed down soon after the train begun to move. I was in an empty carriage again but when I took a peek into the other carriages, they were equally as empty as mine, so I didn't think much of it. I pulled the case file out of my bag and began to pick up where I left off. This has to be the correct case, the male in the profile matched the ghostly figure perfectly. I was lucky it was in my district because if it wasn't, I would have had to do some digging. I lightly hummed to the tune being played on the train speakers, tapping my foot to match the tempo of the beat. I didn't notice frost beginning to form in the glass windows. A familiar chilly sensation overtook the atmosphere as I quickly responded, I nervously looked around the cart to find it empty. That continued for a few seconds before I convinced myself that I was going paranoid but in fact, I wasn't. I slowly turned my gaze back to the files, rubbing my hand together to create warmth. "Hello, Ms (y/n)." I hear the voice echo, I jumped up from my seat from fright, dropping all my files into the floor.

"Y-yo-you." I managed to speak.

"I am so sorry for startling you, here let me." The male, who I was presuming to be Jungkook bent over to help me pick up my papers only to have then slip right through his form. I looked at him with pity, maybe he really wasn't going to hurt me. The two times I have encountered him he has only either tried to help or speak politely to me, asking for help.

"It's okay, I can do it." I spoke softly, bending over to pick up my files.

"Sorry." He looked over at me with an apologetic expression.

"It's okay Jungkook." I smiled.

"How'd you~." He starred back with astonishment.

"What did you need my help with?" 

~TBC~

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What do you you guys think about the book so far? If you've read my other books you may have notices a slightly different writing style for my jimin x reader and this book compaired to my anime books. Thats because I wanted to try a new and maybe improvved style out in my writing. Let me know what you think.