Park Jimin?

"A bond between souls is ancient – older than the planet."

– Dianna Hardy

I immediately closed the door of my room rushing inside. I leaned on it while panting heavily. Oh my god, I'd never run like that in my life. If I'd run like this in the Olympics, I bet I would've got First place! I'm not a person who believes in paranormal stuff but when I experience things like that or hear about them it never fails to run a shiver down my spine. I'm not a fan of horror movies, I'd do anything to avoid it, but I've no problem seeing it too, it just that I'd to will all the cells in my body to stay neutral. But that was totally random; seeing a Korean guy I've never seen before in a field? I don't think it's the happening of my subconscious.

"Aish! What was that" I just shouted. "What the hell was that? Hey Mia, that was just your exhausted mind playing tricks with you." I started pacing around my room muttering to myself in English, one of my weird habits. "It's alright. That was not real. He's not real."

"Well...I am" whispered a voice behind me in...Korean?!!!

My heart started to race and I started to panic again. Oh no no...NO! Clutching the straps of my bag tightly I turned around slowly as if whatever that's, will pounce on me if I make a wrong move. Praying to all the gods out there I opened my eyes.

Well, my prayer is not answered.

"What in the world-" There stood right in the middle of my room the same Korean guy with chocolate brown hair and winter attire, with a not-so-sure look on his face. He was eyeing me as if I'd explode right then and he's not wrong.

I backed away towards the door, my hand poised to twist the knob and shoot out of the room.

"Please don't panic!" he said stepping towards me with both his arms raised in the air.

"What am I supposed to do then? Give you a tea and welcome you?!" I asked stepping away from him.

"I won't hurt you..." he whispered inching closer.

I eyed him suspiciously trying to place the situation in my head. He was there in the field behind me when I ran towards my house, which is almost 100 m away, I ran approximately for 3 minutes before reaching here, that too high speed. What're the odds of him appearing in my bedroom within seconds I got here? Unless he just...

"Just...just what're you?" I asked, my voice very low.

"I don't know. I really...don't know. A ghost maybe...?" he asked unsure himself.

That's when I lost it.

I screamed.

Well, I tried to...but no voice came out.

Instead, a scream was heard from my sister's room; Liya's.

I looked at the ghost or whatever in front of me. But he was alarmed just like me.

Did he by anyway go to her room...Nah, that doesn't make sense.

So, as the big sister I am, I ran towards her room and barged inside.

"What? What happened?!"

Liya was sitting on her bed looking into her phone and crying uncontrollably. On the account of seeing me, she jolted up and ran to me. I was surprised by seeing her crying and hugging me out of nowhere. My sisters are only, let me stress, only weak and vulnerable when they are crying. Aah...maybe it was the usual case.

"Did your current boyfriend break up with you?" I asked as she continued crying into my shoulder hugging me tightly.

I slightly flinched when I saw the Korean guy coming right through the wall into the room. It was nothing out of ordinary I guess being a ghost and all, as I've read. That reminds me I should do a study about him. I still don't trust him nor my mind. Oh, that's not the case here.

Liya retraced from me, still sobbing and her makeup smudged making her look like a mad girl. I'd to fight the urge to laugh seeing the sight. She extended her phone towards me with tear-stained cheeks.

I doubtfully took it and saw that it was a Pop news website. The article read:

Car Accident of Park Jimin of BTS

It said that the so-called kpop idol got into a car accident yesterday night and he's severely injured that he's in a coma now. Along with their fans going crazy over it and accompanied stuff; when, where, how, etc. And there was this picture of a handsome young man with chocolate brown hair and a beautiful smile staring at the screen.

Hm, he seems familiar.

Oddly, familiar.

I looked up from the phone and saw the banner of seven guys stuck up the wall. My sister's favorite K-pop group yeah; BTS. I scanned the banner and found the guy in the photo. My eyes trailed off to the man that was standing below it examining the banner now. He turned to me and looked straight at me.

No freaking way!!!

"That's me" he said pointing to the guy where my eyes stopped.

Yeah, that guy looks just like the Korean guy in front of me. Because they are the same. So, he's saying that he's-

"My poor Jiminie got into an accident..." My sister sobbed breaking me out of my thoughts. "Aah, he got hurt so badly that the doctors say his consciousness slipped away."

Consciousness...oh my god...don't tell me...

"He's in a coma" Liya hiccuped, wiping her tears.

I looked over at the guy and the look over his face surprised me. He somehow looked confused. Does he don't know he got into an accident?

"Sis, why does this have to happen to him?" she asked me crying again "He'd done nothing wrong, he's such an angel"

The guy's gaze on my sister softened as I stole a glance at him.

"It's alright, Liya," I said consoling her though I'm not much of a comforter. "He's going to be alright. At least he's alive..."

His gaze was on me now as I stared at him.

I really need to do some research now.

"Liya" I called my sister as she looked up at me "How about you call Archana and talk about this? You know when you share your despair, it'll lighten the burden."

She smiled at me, a rare one "You're right. I'll call her right now."

"Aah, maybe not right now." I suggested, "After uh washing your face maybe?"

She gave me a confused look and turned towards her mirror.

"Holy shi-" she then looked at me, who was giving a warning glare "-cow. Why am I looking like I am straight from an asylum?"

"Maybe coz you're from one?" I mumbled under my breath.

I then heard someone laughing out loud. I looked over to the place where the sound's coming from and saw to my surprise that the guy was crouching down and laughing so hard with a hand over his mouth. He looks like a kid now rolling on the floor laughing. Did he really understand the joke?

"Liya, is someone else there in this room now?" I asked her, just in case.

The guy immediately stopped laughing and looked at me wide-eyed.

She turned around and looked at me weirdly. "Aah...no..?"

"Um okay. Go take a shower, Liya" I said and gestured for the guy to come with me and he got the message.

"Weird" she muttered.

I was almost at the door when she called me "Sis, thanks". She smiled.

I rolled my eyes.

"Whatever"

I saw the guy smiling at our exchange then.

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"So..." I turned towards him, locking the door behind me "You're an idol." I stated in Korean.

He was awkwardly standing at the foot of my bed when I walked towards him still keeping a distance.

"Yeah...?" he answered scratching his neck.

"And you are from South Korea." it was a statement rather than a question.

"Yes" he nodded his head. Then he abruptly looked at me "You know how to speak Korean?"

I scoffed "What do you think I'm speaking right now?"

"Aah...okay" he seemed afraid of me? "How did you learn it? It's tough, isn't it?" he was asking like a curious kid with a small pout visible on his plump lips.

"I've my ways." I said shrugging it off "So, I'm Mia Sherin," I said looking at him intimidatingly. Because of some stupid reason, I can't seem to trust him. Well when have I trust someone.

"I'm Park Jimin" he smiled warmly causing his eyes to disappear. No wonder fangirls're swooning over him. The guy has an adoring smile.

"I know" I said and walked past him towards my study table.

I need to do some research on him. I get it now that he's not the work of my imagination because I don't even know about him let alone seen him. I really need to confirm it that it really is the Park Jimin of BTS. I started furiously typing over my laptop.

"Um, what're you doing?" he asked lightly.

"Searching about you and your group," I said without taking my eyes off the screen.

"Your sister's an ARMY" he said to which I hummed, I knew the meaning of that.

"Aren't you...?"

"No" I denied "I'm not interested in those kinds of things"

"Oh" was all he said.

"Got it" I mumbled opening the new tab.

[Ahem, Jimin is 23 in 2018, when the story is actually taking place and I'm writing this in 2021 when he's 25. So, please don't be confused about the age and year😅]

"You guys're pretty famous" I hummed "Never heard about it before"

"Yeah, we are. Because of our fans," he said.

"And your fans are...huge" I looked at him with surprise.

"Yeah" he smiled "Because of them we are what we are."

I nodded.

Different from other groups, I see.

"You're called a mochi?" I asked him.

I saw red tints on his chubby cheeks as he was avoiding my gaze. Is he blushing?

"Y-Yeah, my fans call me that because my cheeks are very chubby, like rice cakes" he explained.

Fans! Well, they're not wrong.

We were in silence as I searched about him more. I really got some information from their profiles. But this caught me:

=> Jimin is the most perverted among the boys.

Really? Am I really with a perverted ghost now? Better be careful.

"Hey, Jimin" he was playing with his sweater but when he was called he immediately looked at me, almost like an obedient puppy "How did you get here..um in India?"

"India?" he asked back.

"Yes, you're in India now"

"Oh, I don't know. I just woke up standing in that field." he looked down, fiddling with his fingers "I tried to talk to people and all but they ignored me and went right through me. I was afraid because I didn't know what language you were speaking."

"I waited for so long and I didn't know what to do. I really thought I'm gonna be a lonely ghost for the rest of my life." he looked up at me, dead in the eyes "That's when you came"

I looked at him blankly "How did you know I can see you?"

"I didn't " he shook his head "Your necklace...caught my eye".

"My necklace?" I asked caressing my sea blue star pendent.

"Yeah and I was following you when you turned around and talked to me"

"Doesn't make sense at all" I sighed and slumped on my chair.

I lazily looked over at the clock over the wall and I jolted up causing calmly standing Jimin to flinch.

"Oh no," I exclaimed.

"W-What?" Jimin asked me quite alarmed.

"Aish I missed an hour of study time." I rushed towards my closet and picked some random clothes to wear after fresh up. I can't believe that I totally wasted an hour browsing on the internet about someone I don't even know. Stupid Mia!

"Are you alright?" he asked me with concern all over his face.

"Yeah I'm completely fine except for the fact that I didn't study anything for tomorrow's test." I exclaimed again and ran inside the bathroom, closing the doors behind me.

Oh I forgot to say something to the ghost.

I hastily opened the door and saw him sitting on my bed chuckling to himself "Hey Jimin, I know you can walk through walls and all. But don't even think about walking into the bathroom. This is your restricted area. Got it?"

A small smirk crawled over his handsome features after I said which took me by slight surprise.

Oh no, did I just inform him about that?

"Now that you remind me-" he had that silly smirk on.

"No. Don't." I glared at him.

He just smiled and gave me a thumbs up "I won't".

With that, I closed the door to the bathroom.

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Jimin's POV

It's fun watching her actually running around and chanting the math equations. Just by looking at her, I can say she's a nerd. She's now very concentrated on doing her math homework. She's warned me not to disturb her while she is studying and she called it Rule No.1.

Yeah, she'd passed some rules for me to stay with her. I don't care actually because I've nowhere to go and no one to actually talk to. As a very socially committed person, I can't stand not talking to people. So she's my only chance.

I don't know why I'm here in India, miles away from my home or why only she can see and talk to me. I don't even know how I got here. Yeah, I really should worry about my members and I really do but something about here makes me say that I'm in the right place. Besides I'm not dead, I'm alive. It's just that I'm in a coma. I really did worry that I was really dead but Mia's sister confirmed that I'm not so I'm happy.

I wonder what the members are doing now, without me. I really can say that they'll be very sad about my condition. I really wish I can see and talk to them, and say that I'm okay. But I don't know how.

I'm happy though. Coz I have one person to look forward to. Actually, I wasn't attracted to the necklace because it was just pretty. It meant something important to me. It was something I lost in my past. Maybe I'm silly but I'm really sure that was the same ocean blue necklace I lost 13 years ago back in South Korea.

And I know there must be a reason for me to be here.

A clear-cut reason.