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Superstitions

summary: There is a superstitious belief where one can never go directly to one's home after attending a funeral unless they head elsewhere before doing so. Why? To avoid a lost soul from following you home.

pairing: ghost!jimin x fem!reader genre: spooky szn au lol, sad and fluff

warning: mentions of death

You were never one to believe in superstition or fortune telling. You always thought these were barriers set to limit an individual from doing the barest of all bare activities. You plotted it to the government trying to stop the traffic flow in the streets when officials were in a rush to attend whatever function they had to be at even if it wasn’t of any importance or simply the elders trying to control teenagers from doing bizarre shit that could embarrass the whole family.

Tonight, you’re here in a memorial home to extend your condolences to your best friend who lost her cousin to a bad brawl that didn’t really concern him in the first place. It was a matter of the wrong person in the wrong situation. Sitting there beside her wailing figure, you guessed she had missed a number of days with sleep yet she never ran out of tears to cry. Apparently she was very close with him growing up. Unfortunately the two of you were never introduced to each other but here you are paying your respects.

“He had so much going on for him. He was always good at everything,” you friend utters as she wiped away her tears.

“I’m sure he’s in a good place now with no pain,” you tried to reassure her.

She sighs deeply and shakes her head, “I just..I wish it wasn’t him. It shouldn’t have been him in the first place. They got the wrong person, Y/N”

You didn’t exactly know her pain but you understood it having dealt with losses in your life as well. When she asked you if you wanted to come forward to the casket to have a glimpse, you politely declined. There were two things you were scared of – looking at caskets and ghosts. The fallacy of unfounded beliefs never scared you except for ghosts. No matter how crazy it is to explain how they’re not real you just can’t seem to get over that fact. It still scares you shitless.

“I’m heading home now. Let me know if you need anything and I’ll come back here, alright?” You gave your friend a tight hug.

“Okay, but go have coffee somewhere before going home”

“Why?”

“You know, so spirits don’t follow you,” she rubs at her arm knowing you wouldn’t buy it.

“I know you don’t believe in any of those things but just do it to be sure,” you nodded and made your leave.

Of course you didn’t follow her advice. You were too tired from work and only went straight here because you wanted to be there for her and her family and right now, beliefs have no space in your mind let alone energy to kill time you didn’t have for the day. As soon as you got home, you went straight to your bed and called it a day. Too sleepy to be bothered with taking a shower first. You had insomnia and found that exhausting yourself usually does the trick to catch on sleep.

You woke up earlier than your alarm clock so you decided to make yourself a cup of coffee to drink while you made your way to your condo’s balcony. Your peripheral vision caught on your new neighbor who was taking in the view with a smile.

‘So that’s what my neighbor looks like’ you thought.

He turns his head towards you, almost shocked that you were also staring at him. He nods coyly at you which you returned.

“Good morning,” you greeted him.

“Oh uh yeah, hi. Good morning,” he looked like he was stunned, his face painted a lot of emotions but mostly confusion.

“I’ve never seen you come out to your balcony,” you couldn’t help but say it. In your defense, you were kind of curious.

“I’m always outside, just not here,” he shrugs.

“I’m Jimin by the way”

“Y/N. Good to finally see you, neighbor,” you raise your cup of coffee at him.

You don’t know what was happening but ever since your small interaction with him, it became so frequent that it was almost as if part of your routine. On nights when your insomnia came to visit you again, you spent long hours talking to Jimin on the balcony. The space between your railings didn’t bother the both of you. It felt nice to have sensible conversations with a stranger. It’s also a plus that Jimin was funny. Tonight was one of those nights.

“Can’t sleep?” His voice catches your attention.

“Mmm, just insomnia things,” he chuckles at your response.

“I think you should see a sleep doctor for that”

“There’s no such thing as a sleep doctor, Jimin,” you laughed but he shrugs.

“Whatever they call it, you need to see one. Missing out on sleep is bad for your health”

“It’s fine I don’t plan on living forever anyways,” he frowns.

“Hey don’t say that. A lot of people still want to live, you know?”

You didn’t mean to make it sound so dark like that but you remembered your friend’s cousin who died tragically. Suddenly, you felt guilty with what you said.

“No, like, I meant living up to 60 years old or something”

“60 is a good number,” Jimin smiles at you.

“How about you?”

He didn’t answer quickly, he just stayed silent and looked sad. “I don’t really know where life takes me but I wish not too soon,” his voice was laced with sadness and uncertainty. “There are a lot of things I still wanna do.”

“Like what?” He hesitated to answer but you were all ears. “Come on, I’ve got plenty of time to listen if you wanna go through all of it one by one”

He sighs deeply, “I still want to travel with my friends or maybe go camping with them, I wanna have my own cafe, maybe get to know you even more if time permits”

You blushed at the last sentence, “We’ve got plenty of time, Jimin.”

Jimin just smiled at you, cherishing the memories of all the nights you both spent by the balcony. He was grateful that for once in his life he met someone as amazing as you. He even thought you’d make the perfect girlfriend if only things weren’t as complicated as they were.

“Good night, Y/N. It was lovely talking to you,” he smiles at you with sad eyes. “I’m gonna miss you when I move out.”

You frowned, “You’re moving out? When? Where?”

“I’m moving in there tomorrow. I found this new place but it's not as great as this one, there’s no talkative neighbors like you there,” he bitterly chuckles.

You wanted to cry because you had grown attached to him and all the conversations you’ve shared for the last four years. Not having Jimin waiting outside by his balcony to have another late night talk about the dumbest of things would feel like a huge shift in your everyday life.

“O-oh, okay. I hope you’ll like it there,” your lips trembled but quickly turned into shock when Jimin climbed up the railings to cross over to your side.

“Jimin–”

“Hi,” he flashes a boyish grin. He cups your face with both hands, his thumbs wiping away the tears that stained your cheeks. “Thank you for talking to me, Y/N. I’m gonna miss you”

You meet his gaze with eyes still glinting, “I..I’m gonna miss you too, Jimin.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and held him tightly. Not once have you ever shook hands with him when you greeted him the first time or the rest of the nights where all you both did were raise glasses at each other, sometimes watching each other through squinted eyes as both of you danced like a bunch of goofs on a prom night – all your interactions with him were in a distance, within arms reach yet it still seemed too fat away from each other.

This is the first time you and Jimin have finally touched each other with no space in between the two of you. You pulled him closer, taking in his scent and warmth. Strangers come and go but Jimin was the only one who made a mark in your life. He wraps his arms around your waist and squeezes you, making you giggle.

“This feels nice,” he says almost in a whisper. He looks into your eyes once more, “I always knew your eyes were a different shade of hazel”

“A different shade?”

“Yeah, when the sun hits it’s golden. When the moon kisses your face, it’s coffee with a hint of milk,” you giggled.

“A hint of w-what...the fuck?” You both laughed, still not breaking the embrace. “Uhh Jimin?”

“Mmm?”

“Would you like to stay over for the night? We could, uhm, cuddle?”

There was a long pause before he replied. He thought about it carefully before giving his answer, “Sure, why not? But I’ll have to leave early tomorrow so I won’t wake you up anymore.”

‘Well that’s sad,’ you mentally sighed but nodded nonetheless.

You curled up in his arms on the couch all through the night, surfing through countless movies from a certain ‘Best Films of All Time’ list you found online but only ending up watching three at most before you dozed off in the middle of the third movie. Jimin watched your sleeping figure, tucking away the stray hairs that curtained your face. He kissed your forehead for the last time before he slowly pulled himself away. Before he makes his exit, he makes sure to leave a sticky note by your fridge for you to read so you wouldn’t be too sad when you wake up without any sight of him.

You woke up to the sound of shuffling from the Jimin’s unit, ‘They’re probably moving all his things out now’

You slowly made your way to your door to take a peek. Your curiosity turned to surprise when you saw your best friend standing outside Jimin’s unit’s doorway, “Hey, Are we neighbors now?”

It was a relief to have a friend living next door again. You cheekily grinned at your friend but it quickly faltered when she gave you a confused look.

“I wish we were but I’m just getting my cousin’s stuff,” you cocked a brow.

“Cousin?”

“Yeah, my cousin who died four years ago. The funeral you attended.”

You were still not getting it. All you knew was Jimin was moving out to settle in his new place he says is nicer than this one.

“This is my cousin Jimin’s unit. I’m just here to help pack away his things because his parents are putting it up for sale.”

You stood there frozen, still unable to digest the information you just heard. Jimin was the cousin your friend mourned. Jimin was your neighbor who held you close last night. Jimin’s dead and it’s been for four years but you could’ve sworn you spent the last four years sharing drinks and stories with him every single night.

“I– I’m sorry, I’ll head back inside for a bit.”

Legs wobbled as you took long strides back inside your unit. Your hand covered your mouth in utter disbelief. How can he be dead when he spent the night with you here? On top of that, he didn’t even feel like he was dead. He felt like any regular person would; warm and cuddly. Your hands held onto your fridge for support only to slip, making a note fall off.

You crouched down slowly to pick up the yellow sticky note to read what was on it. Written in black ink were: Hey Y/N, I’m sorry if I’m leaving so soon. I didn’t want to see you sad again before I go. Take care alright? Love you :) - J

You couldn’t help it anymore. You bawled your eyes out at a loss that was never yours. A loss that was an open ended ending for the both of you. Your best friend hears your cries and rushes to your door, knocking profusely.

“Y/N? It’s me! Open up!”

You got up and tried to wipe your tears but to no avail; your tears were like raindrops, constantly raining down on your face. With bloodshot eyes and heaving breath, you opened the door and quickly hugged your best friend tightly.

“What’s wrong?”

“Jimin he’s–” your friend looks at you worriedly until it finally hits her.

“Y/N?”

“Y-yes?” You sniffed.

“Have you been seeing ghosts again?” you shook your head.

There were two things you were scared of – looking at caskets and ghosts. The fallacy of unfounded beliefs never scared you except for ghosts. You were born with an open third eye and interacted with them as if they were amongst the living going on with their roundabouts like they did when they were still alive. You didn’t exactly know your friend’s pain when she lost a loved one but you understood the feeling of losing people; the ghosts you’ve been friends with.

When a lost spirit marks its fourth year anniversary of wandering the world of the living, their spirit just vanishes seemingly like another death. Out of all the lost souls that were once strangers to you but you befriended – all of them came and went by their fourth year – Jimin was the only one who made a mark in your life. Ghosts aren’t so bad especially when they’re the only friends you have left when everyone else is busy with their own lives but departing from them for good is what scares you constantly.

The day you tell anyone again you still see spirits will be the last time you’re seeing one ever again.