-`, Au Nammin ˎˊ˗
where Jimin becomes a ghost with his hello kitty pajama in a strange messy otaku apartment. Looking around he finds (hentai porn) a new flatmate but, when he wakes up the first thing sees and listen is poor Minnie crying and sobbing.
“ hyung! I don't know where's my kitty. Could you pwease find her? ” 🥺
but Nam can only think protecting the lil angel in front of his eyes. 🥰
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actually, I don't have any idea of English but HERE WE GOING.
- Trying to be “short”
- reblog / mg if you like it
Thank you so much ♡
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Jimin shouldn't feel, literally, but he felt the pain in his back when he got up from the ground. Actually, how could he even walk on it? His body seemed transparent, and he could see the dishes left for days on the living room table... At least he had his Hello Kitty pajamas on, adorable even dead. Not that he had known that since he woke up (if that was the correct term), having to assume he could walk through the doors without opening them. At first he thought he was like Harry Potter and, excited, started to run to get into EVERY room. At the end, even dead he was lazy and accepted his fate quite easily. Although he wasn't feeling like a ghost should, he believed.
Having no idea of anything, he decided the best way of not thinking about it was to explore the apartment. Totally unknown, it was neither his or any of his drunk friends. At least, they were unable to show on all the minimum shelves an anime figure. It was no surprise to find a collection of manga, next to many magazines of anime girls without clothing and sex toys. He laughed, fascinated with the idea that someone could be so basic and rich at the same time, making money and being extremely otaku. The fun ended when the lump of bed began to move. He thought he was alone, covering his mouth with the hands, surprised (actually, it was for triying not to laugh any more for how pathetic he was being).
He decided to flee back to the living room, sitting on the couch to be more comfortable while rethought what should do. Feeling totally devastated, with no one to come to and no memories. Alone, snuggled up on himself. What he needed was... it was a pet. Looked everywhere, thinking he heard a meow. "Crystal? My baby, where are you? ", he didn't need anymore, his whole body been paralyzed, devasted. Crystal? It was the abandoned kitten who decided to adopt not many much ago, too helpless to protect herself. How could he has been so cruel abandon(ning) her, alone with no one to pamper her, to her own fate? Tears kept coming out, too sad for not to think in a loop about how much he missed her. Too sad to notice the steps approaching and the door opening. A big figure appearing on the threshold, looking at him with horror and confusion. “ Who... who are you?”, murmured the burly man, missed by the tears of the ethereal body occupying his comfortable seat. He hated someone sitting on his favorite seat and, like reading his mind, Jiminnie got up and stepped closer. Spoke, wiping his tears as he hiccupied and tried not to kick like a little boy. “ hyung, I don't know where's my kitty -said with sharply voice-, could you pwease found her?” Instead, Namjoon could only observe a tiny light babbling, with large, watery eyes and a fleshy pout. Everything was too quick to rethink if he was a thief coming to murder him, fresh awake, nodding. If a little angel told him he had to find a kitten didn't even know if exists, he would. All because of that pretty blushed face.
He knew he'd regret it in the exactly moment the adverse stopped crying to start jumping with his wide eyes full of stars. The ghost ran back to sit down, staring at him. Namjoon didn't know what to do: five minutes ago he was dreaming about piloting one of the Star Wars ships with Commander Sebastian Michaelis and the enemies attacking them with rasengans.
Sighed. Wanting to go back to bed, rest in peace... what if it was all a dream?
Instead, it seemed that the intruder had another plan: patting beside in the sofa, he felt compelled to sit next to him. The stranger kept looking at him with that illusion, and it was impossible for his cheeks to turn into stoves. He didn't need to say anything; when the ghost made his introduction with a broad smile:
"I'm Park Jimin, I'm 24 years old. I think. Uhmn, nice to meet you? Listen, I don't really remember anything... Ah! I like to eat, but much more I like order. Hyung, do you like living as pigs do? You can dress well, but you will continue to detach the odor. Starting today, I will be your personal assistant who will help you make your stay a more... livable. For the rest of my eternal life.”
