spectre
spectre: my character watching over yours as a ghost.
Of all the things Jimin had experienced, he thought dying was pretty underrated. Or maybe that was because he had a morbid sense of humor and he found things like that amusing.
Actually, being a ghost was kind of fun. He could walk through walls, disappear and fly; he was much more unique than the other— he was going off-topic. Damn tiny attention span.
Surprisingly, the first person he ended up seeing was Seyong. Seyong had been a great hyung, buying him one of those lemon squares he liked so much whenever he had a particularly grueling session. Hyung stuff.
He sighed as he watched Seyong holed up in his room, his hyung’s usual smile gone. It was replaced by an uncharacteristic frown. No matter how hard Jimin tried, he couldn't get the elder's attention. He had tried rustling his old manga collection, dropping a pair of shoes, and everything in between.
He sat on Seyong's bed, hugging his knees as Seyong reached for the phone. He knew exactly what the elder was scrolling for.
Jimin wondered.. if Seyong had answered his phone when he had called.. would he still be alive?
