did someone call your name?

"GO!" Jungkook hollers. It was a one-way route, front or back. The lift door opens, and three guards walked out. "What the heck is with the commotion," one fat, short demon walks out. "Can we kill whoever is screaming?" another taller, lanky demon strode out, mouth gaping open in a yawn.

The first demon halts, eyes enlarging as he looked at both you and Jimin. The second one bumps into him, cursing under his breath before looking up.

The third one was... weirdly shaped. His neck was long, and he had small stubby legs. However, he was the tallest of the three. "No, you know that Miss Luna would boil us in hellfire if we do," He replies.

Noticing the tension in the air, the third demon looked up. His mouth formed a disgusting snarl as he stared at Jimin. His long, sharp teeth were exposed as he bared his teeth at him.

Jimin growled back at the tall demon, pushing you backward. He stood in front of you, holding out his arm. "Park Jimin." the demon pursed his lips, skin turning into a darker hue of red.

What did that mean?

"Hong guk." Jimin smirks, a glint of hurt flashed in his eyes. However, it went as fast as it came.

"Get them!" the giraffe looking demon shrieks, dashing towards the both of you. Jimin wraps his hand around your wrist, spinning around to run. Both of you sprint forward, running at the speed of light. Hong suk was right behind you, followed by the lanky demon, then the fat one. The last one had his hands on a walkie-talkie.

"Boss, we have an intruder. She's pretending to be one of the ladies. Park Jimin is with her." he reports, panting loudly as he tried to catch up. "Stop! Park Jimin!" the giraffe beseeched.

The path was like a never-ending maze. "You know that hong kong dude?" You took a deep breath. You weren't a sports person. Jimin wheezed, "Hong kong?" You grinned, lips pulling back. "Hong guk, Hong Kong, they're the same." Jimin laughed airily, pulling you closer as he ran. "Yeah, he guarded my cell when I was here."

The question before was still on your mind. Which level was he from?

"Y/n?"

Your head whips towards the right side, and like the wind, his face passed by your eyes. Who was that? How did he know your name? You paused, pulling him back. That voice sounded so familiar.

"Don't stop, they'll catch up," Jimin tugs your wrist, causing you to smash into his back. Both of you yelp as Jimin staggers forward and as you tripped over his shoes.

Jimin swayed a little, before getting back on his feet. "Watch out, Daikin," Jimin lets out a breathy laugh. DAIKIN?? Wasn't that an aircon brand? Using your other hand, you whacked his back. He tumbled forward. Nevertheless, he burst out into fits of laughter, running down the hallway.

Finally, you reached the end. There were two other pathways - to the left or the right. Jimin serves right, bringing you along. "Someone called my name," you explained, panting loudly. How could he run so much, yet not falter? Maybe he was an athlete when he was alive.

The other three demons stopped rather abruptly, heads lashing side to side. Jimin pressed you against the wall, and him onto you. "Shush, the lights are too dim. There's a chance they might not see us." you nod, breathing shallowly. He was too close, way too close. Jimin breathes out slowly, breath mixed with yours.

Blood rushed to your cheeks as he stared into your eyes. The same mysterious blue colour flashed past his orbs. "We'll go left, you head right." A breathy voice lets out before footsteps echoed down the hallway. Oh no.

A set of louder footsteps headed your way. Jimin moved closer to you. Personal space who? Your lips brushed against his knife-like jawline as he turned his head to eye the demon. You push your head against the wall. You didn't need another cut on your face. You pressed your cheek onto the wall, hissing softly as your injury came into contact with the cold bricks.

It was the fat round demon.

He mumbled softly as he walked down the aisle. "I'm hungry. Those idiots never give me time to eat," He reaches into his pocket, taking out a chocolate bar. The unwrapping of the sweet reverberated in the air as he walked past the both of you. Your eyes dilated in surprise. It was like you two were invisible to him.

Once he was out of earshot, you whispered to Jimin, "Did you use your invisibility power?" He looked at you like you were a four-headed monster. "Invisibility power?" He squeaks, eyes curving up to form crescents. He was ethereal. "It only works on earth, we can decide whether or not to show ourselves to humans," he paused as his gaze traveled to your cheek, where the lady's or men's hand had punctured three holes into your skin.

"Don't move," He hissed, baring his teeth at you. Like a vampire, two sharp, long teeth grew as his lips parted. He bit into his index finger. A ball of blood rose. Shivers ran down your spine as Jimin's eyes met yours, his gaze was sharp, fervent, and left you breathless. The same blue colour danced in his orbs. Slowly, he ran his pricked index finger across your injury.

Ghosts could bleed?

The metallic smell of blood filled your nostrils as he rubbed it harder. It felt like someone had thrown a bucket of ice over your head. Electric sparks shot through your body and your legs wobbled. The male snakes his arm around your waist, holding you up.

He held his gaze. There was absolutely no space between the both of you - hip to hip, chest to chest. "There, it should heal." He breathes onto your lips, eyes darting from your eyes to your cheeks. Heal? Breathlessly, you reached your inched your hand upwards, touching your cheek.

The holes were gone.

"Ghost blood heals injuries." Jimin murmurs, placing his forehead on yours. Your fingers trailed along the lines of his face as your eyes landed on his marshmallow lips. They were parted, small breaths escaping from it. His eyes were closed shut. He looked so peaceful.

Neither of you moved. Both of his hands were now wrapping around your waist. For the first time, the silence in the air calmed you down.

"What are we going to do? They'll be on guard. How are we going to save that cute guy friend of yours?" you question, breaking the peace. Jimin pulled back, releasing you from his grip. "cute guy?" both his eyebrows and lips drew downwards. You laughed, a cheeky grin played on your lips.

"You're so mean, Panasonic." Jimin stuck out his tongue, crossing his hands. "Stop calling me names!" You yelled, taking a step closer towards him, hands furiously flapping onto his arms. He laughed, moving backward. "It's y/n you shithead, y/n. y-/-n. Do I have to speak chinese for you to understand?"

Jimin just grins at your childish behaviour. "Okay, mitsubishi. The plan is to wait. Guards will have rounds and breaks. It takes approximately two minutes for the switch. But these cells are different from the cells on earth. If you noticed, there aren't any locks." he explains. the two of you stood face-to-face. The area was way spacious than the hallway both of you had been in while talking to Jungkook.

"We need to get a guard to physically remove them. Only guards or the counter ladies can walk in and out, to bring the ghosts out. But those three idiots have already seen your face. I know someone who would be dumb enough to help though," one corner of his lip curled up into a smirk.

Cheeky Jimin was your absolute favourite.

"Who?" you question, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Remember that demon that walked past us?" Jimin's head tilted to the side where the demon had walked to. "But he's-"

"Already seen your face." Jimin completes your sentence. He goes on, "He loves food. We gotta steal some food from the lounge. And there's a shortcut that way, that leads to our destination." food. Like money, you could bribe that demon with food.

You laughed. Demons aren't that different from humans after all.