cute or hot ;

"What's with the different levels?" you inquired. The friend that you had to save next was just one level lower. Jungkook hums, plopping down onto the couch.

You were back at the lounge. Min Hyun ran off saying that there was an emergency that he had to attend to. Before that, he managed to steal one of the VIP staff's card.

It appears that VIP's are allowed to have the lounge all to themselves. He had helped us lower the binds, giving us privacy.

You looked at the two boys. The memory from earlier flooded your thoughts, but you pushed it away. Maybe you were hearing things, no one except Jimin and Jungkook knew your name.

"Like I said, Durian. It's for our punishments." Jimin answered, stuffing a mochi into his mouth. "How much do you know, tulips?" Jungkook questions, gazing at you icily.

You take back what you said.

Jungkook isn't cute at all.

He raised an eyebrow, there weren't any traces of emotion on his face. Just who was this guy? Cute or hot? Dangerous or not?

Jungkook clears his throat, tongue poking at his cheeks in annoyance. "Not much, I'm not a horror person," you replied, rolling your eyes. Oh, the irony.

Jungkook chuckled darkly, playing with his fingers. "Yet you've got yourself in this mess." he grinned, pearly whites flashing at you. His doe eyes twinkled under the lights, amusement filling his brown orbs. In a split second, his lips tugged downwards in a frown, eyes boring onto the door in front of him. His eyes were dead cold, holding nothing but coldness.

His duality.

"What did you do to deserve these punishments? What are the punishments that you have to go through?" you questioned. They seemed decent and nice. Silence took over, causing you to gulp.

Jimin stopped eating, standing next to the table, mochi in his hands. Jungkook's breath hitched. What... exactly happened?

Jimin's eyes glazed over with sadness, guilt, and pain. Whereas Jungkook had stood up, pacing up and down. Were they going to answer you? Jungkook pursed his lips, staring at you intensely.

The rate of your heartbeat immediately increased. "It's none of your business," Jimin's voice was no longer melodic. It was cold, deep, and unfamiliar.

You hated it whenever he used that tone. Gathering all the courage you could summon, you shot back, "No. It is my business Park Jimin."

His eyes met yours. It held the same intensity as Jungkook's gaze, it held the same coldness. The same vulnerability.

"If you want my help, then I need to know who I'm working with. Not the ghost Jimin, or the ghost Jungkook. But the human Jimin and Jungkook," you finally let it out. Your chest felt lighter.

"Why?" Jungkook growls, mouth down-turned into a frown. Other than anger, another emotion, that you couldn't identify, had laced through his voice.

"What the heck is with you and finding out about us, Y/n? you're just someone Jimin had threatened. So why care? So you can blackmail us?" Jungkook fired at you.

Pain shot through your heart. Was that what he thought of you? Someone who'd gather information about others, only to use it against them? "You know nothing about me, Jeon Jeongguk,"

You pursed your lips, glaring back at him with the same fire blazing in your iris. Tilting your chin higher, you defended yourself. You weren't going to let some ghost hurt you like that.

"I'm not responsible for the other me that you've created in that head of yours, Jungkook. If I remember, I haven't done anything bad to you. And I don't intend to. If we're going to make this work, please co-operate. You should know someone, before assuming anything."

And with that, you walked out of the room. Well, you wished you could. You stood in front of the door, hand hanging mid-air. Where were you going to go?

"Sit back down, you can't go anywhere right now," Jimin whispered. He was so silent during this argument of yours, that you've forgotten that he was in the room.

Jimin walked towards you, licking his fingers clean. White spots were visible on Jimin's lips. You held back a smile, eyeing him as he made his way towards you.

Jungkook curled himself into a ball, staring at a wall, deep in thought. "He didn't mean it, peaches. It's a very touchy topic. He doesn't, or can't, warm up to people that easily. Trust is something you need to earn, for him to tell his story. It was in our pasts, it's a chapter we do not want to relive,"

Jimin stood in front of you, lips tugged downwards in a sympathetic frown. There was way more to these boys than it seemed. Jimin stepped forward, engulfing you into a hug. His hand wraps around your waist as he pressed his cheek against the side of your head. His scent filled your nose, and you couldn't hold back another smile.

All this time, you never knew what you were missing out on. Hugs weren't something you've ever looked forward to, yet you were receiving hugs from a ghost. "Actually," Jimin's lips brushed against your earlobe. "I think I'll call you using a variety of different names. It takes you by surprise, doesn't it? It'll be more fun then,"

You didn't need to look, you could tell he was grinning like a doofus. You laughed along, his name-calling was something you secretly loved. Deep in thought, you realised that Jimin was showing you sides of yourself you've never known existed. You were learning about yourself, through something that you feared.

You lifted your hands, wrapping them around Jimin's broad back. It felt comfortable, different. "Who's the next friend of yours?" you mumbled, pressing your face into his neck. Jimin was the only source of comfort you needed. Playing with the strands of your hair, He murmurs, "His name is Jung Hoseok,"

Jung Hoseok. What was he like? What, or who was the next guy going to be like? Talented? Funny? Mean? What would you have to deal with? You hoped he wouldn't be tough to deal with. Jungkook's duality and Jimin's mischievousness already gave you headaches. You definitely didn't need a migraine.

Hold up, can people die from intense headaches?

A soft gasp left your lips as the image of you dying from a headache flashed past your head. You haven't even graduated yet, you couldn't die.

Jimin pulled back, releasing you from his grip just as you were about to get comfortable in his embrace. Why'd he always choose to leave first? "What's on your mind?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Nothing." came your reply. Your gaze traveled to the zoned-out boy on the sofa. "Leave him be, let the boy think," Jimin followed your gaze.

Unreadable emotions wrote all over his face.

You nodded, guilt was like a blanket that tightened around your heart. You knew that he must've had his reasons for using those words on you. You then moved to look at the door behind you. Jung Hoseok. Please let the man be someone manageable.