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Bite Me | A Park Jimin Fanfiction

Day 40 | Knew Better (Ch. 37)

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It's been two days since we have run into their group. I was hoping that we were going to be able to leave yesterday but I underestimated how much that escape affected all of us.

Emotionally and physically.

We lost so many people. Taehyung, and half the girls. I still can't get his face out of my mind. He eyes blank as he stared into the barrel of the gun, acting as if he was going to be able to escape. As if he was going to be able to live. I tried to tell myself that it wasn't my fault but it was no use. Maybe they should have never come to save us. Maybe then he would still be alive.

I tried to shake the thoughts from my mind, but they always seemed to wander back. It didn't help that Somin was still mourning the loss of her sister either. She was quieter than usual and more distant. Every time I would try to approach her, she would give me a small smile and then return to fiddling with her fingers or whatever else she was trying to distract herself with.

Yoongi and his group pretty much left us alone as well. They didn't seem to take us as too much of a threat, especially since we were all incapable of moving too far.

They were nice enough to give us some of their food though, probably wanting to help us get better so we could leave them as quickly as we found them. And before I knew it, a day had already passed. It was our second day with their group and I was determined to leave today, if not tomorrow. I wanted to find somewhere else. Someplace I knew for sure no one could find and that no walkers were occupying.

As I was thinking about where to go next, a familiar figure came into view, holding out a piece of bread in my face. I glanced up to see Jimin standing there, motioning me to take the slice in his hand. I smiled softly at him and took it. I started to nibble on it right away, not realizing how hungry I was until that very moment.

"Whatcha thinking about?" He asked as he plopped down beside me, our shoulders briefly rubbing together. The contact startled me at first but I quickly shook it off.

"Where to go next," I replied, taking another bite out of the bread. It was soft and light, the perfect type of bread. He hummed in response, as if not knowing what else to say at that moment. We both just sat there for a bit, eating and just enjoying the silence for once. I watched as the two groups mingled, the guys talking with some of the girls. It was almost like we were just a group of people hanging out, getting to know one another. But I knew better.

"Hey Avri," Jimin suddenly spoke, snapping me back to reality.

"Hmm?"

"Can I ask you something?" He continued, refusing to look at me. Intrigued, I nodded slightly, telling him that it was okay. He took a deep breath before asking the one question I knew was coming eventually. The one I didn't want to answer.

"What did the ringleader mean? When he said you asked for it? What happened back there?" He prodded, making unwanted feelings starting to rise again. Moments started to flash in my mind, of the humiliating abuse I got from the men, the assault, and the tears I shed. I looked down, avoiding his unwavering gaze.

"I... don't want to talk about it," I mumbled, taking another piece of bread and plopping it into my mouth, hoping to the heavens above that he wouldn't continue. He shifted slightly, becoming uneasy.

"It wasn't...what I think it was, right?" He asked once more, hoping that I would answer the opposite of what he was thinking. But he knew better. "Avri, you can tell me anything. You know that right?" He continued, wanting to comfort me but the only thing it was doing was making me scared. I don't want to think back to that time. I just want to forget it. All of it.

Suddenly, he reached for my arm and before he could touch it, I flinched, moving it out of his way. Fear showing in my eyes, he looked at me in shock. I slowly shifted away, feeling more and more uncomfortable with the silence then before. Tears started to well up again in my eyes as I turned away.

I was trying to hard to be strong. Trying so hard to show that it didn't hurt me, that it didn't scar me, but with just one touch, I was falling apart. I started to sniffle, showing that I was on the verge of bursting. I crumpled my sleeves into my hand, moving it to wipe at my eyes. I could sense that Jimin now knew what had happened. But he didn't say anything. He just sat there as I tried to regain my composure. He was here for me. I know that well.

But I won't ever be the same again. I don't know if I could ever be comfortable enough with a man again. I brought my hands and placed them on both sides of my arms, rubbing them to try to comfort myself in anyway I could.

I turned to glance over at Jimin to see him staring at me out of concern. I tried my best to muster a smile, my eyes probably showing him otherwise.

"All that matters is that we are okay," I replied finally. "We are okay." I stated, as if trying to tell to convince myself of that statement. Slowly, he reached out once more, wanting to make sure not to scare me again. He gently placed his hand on mine and although the touch frightened me at first, I slowly leaned into it. I wrapped my fingers around his and squeezed his hand tightly, trying to at least reassure him in some way. He squeezed back and moved our hands to our side, trying to be there for me the best he could be.

That day quickly went by after that and after talking with the rest of the group we have decided to move on tomorrow. We haven't told Yoongi or his group yet but they should be happy that we are leaving. I went to sleep that night happy for the first time in a while.

I curled up next to Bomi, hugging her while I slept, hoping to heavens that luck would be on our side after everything this world has thrown at us. I closed my eyes and slowly drifted off, hoping to dream of something not frightening and peaceful.

Late into the night, and deep into sleep, I was suddenly forced awake when a hand went over my mouth and a gun was pushed into my head. My eyes opened immediately, scared and petrified. I turned my head to see a dark silhouette hovering over my body, forcing me down.

"Make any sudden movements," The voice spat, making my heart race.

"And I shoot."

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Bite Me | A Park Jimin Fanfiction

Day 38 | Change (Ch. 36)

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Last time...

Gun in position, we moved as one, ready to take whatever, or whoever it was on. But we weren't expecting this. I wasn't expecting him.

'Yoongi?'

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I couldn't believe my eyes. At the mention of his name, he turned his head to face us, eyes widening when looking at me. He slowly rose to his feet, speechless.

"Avri?" He spoke softly, barely above a whisper. Tears started to rise and I tried everything I could to keep them down. I nodded in response, not able to say anything at this moment. At that, he walked towards me and pulled me into a hug. Surprised, it took me a minute to realize what was happening. I hugged him back, my fingers grasping into the back of his jacket. I burrowed my head into his shoulder, not knowing what else to do. After a minute, he pulled back, realizing that we weren't the only ones in the room.

"How did you find this place?" He suddenly asked, wanting to try to bring everyone else into the conversation as well.

"We just followed the road. The real question is, who are you?" My father piped, interested in who this man in front of him was.

"My name is Min Yoongi. I uh- am a friend of Avri's. We went to middle school together." He explained, sheepish in front of my father. As if checking to make sure, my father turned his head to look at me, wanting to confirm what he was saying. I nodded and at that my father sighed.

"What a small world," He mumbled, under his breath. Before anyone else could say anything, other figures ran into the room, paranoid.

"Yoongi! We heard-" One of them started, stopping when laying his eyes upon my group.

"Who are these people?" Another one of them questioned, not seeming so keen on the idea of strangers. Can't say I blame him.

"They are friends. I know a few of them from back in the day." He explained to the three. They seemed unmoved in their opinion of trusting us.

"Only a few? What about the rest of them? Why should we trust them?" The last one continued. I turned to look at the group behind me and realized that we couldn't go anywhere else at the moment. We are tired, hungry, and hurt. The last thing we need is a confrontation with these guys.

"Listen," I started, trying to catch the attention of the three. "We promise that the last thing we want to do is to make you all uncomfortable. We just drove hours to get away from somewhere and all we wanted to do was get some rest. If you let us, we will be out of your hair as soon as we can be." I compromised, hoping that this was the least they could do.

"I don't know," The first one spoke. "How do we know you won't try to kill us and take our stuff?" He went on, doubt clouding his mind.

"Just look at us," Jimin piped. "Do we really look like the type of people to do that? If need be - take our guns. Like she said, we just need some rest and we will be out of your way." He added on, hoping that he could at least reach one of them. The three glanced between each other and eventually came to an understanding.

"Fine, you can stay. But on one condition," The second proposed. We waited for him to finish, my stomach tied with nerves. "You can keep your guns, we don't care about that. We want to check if any of you are bit. It looks like some of you are covered in blood. The last thing we need is one of you turning on us." Taken back, I looked back at the rest of the group, knowing that this was our best chance.

"Okay. Deal." I agreed, and with that they started to check us. They were worried at first when they saw my wound but after confirming it was a gunshot wound, they left me be. I watched as they searched the rest of our group. We lost many girls yesterday. Out of the 20 girls in that room, only 10 of us made it out, including the ones in our group. I knew the other girls pretty well. Jennie, Dahyun, and Wendy are their names. They all pretty much kept to themselves but I was thankful that at least they could make it with us.

I sat down in the corner of the store, exhausted. I sighed heavily, not realizing that someone else had joined my side. I opened my eyes to see Yoongi sitting beside me.

"Crazy huh?" He asked. I looked over at him in confusion. "That of all the times to see you again was when the world was ending." He laughed in disbelief, turning over to look at me. I stayed silent. Realizing this, he changed the topic.

"Sorry about those three. They are just hesitant around others." He explained, motioning over to the men I had no idea about.

"Makes sense," I said.

"The tall one over there with black hair is Gongchan. I ran into him as soon as it began. We met Youngjae shortly after that, the one with the shorter frame. We found him surrounded by zombies - screaming for help. I don't know how we were able to get him out. And lastly, the one with the silver hair is Chanyeol. He likes to seem tough on the outside but in reality, he cares more than he would like to admit." He pointed each one out as he explained, helping put faces to names. What an interesting group, I thought. Noticing my silence, Yoongi turned to face me, fiddling with his fingers.

"Avri," He started. "I know it's been a long time since what...happened, but I want to say-"

"Don't." I interrupted, not wanting to hear it. "Don't say it."

"What? That I'm sorry? That I screwed up?" He went on, ignoring what I said. "I should have never done that to you. I was younger and stupid. I really regret it Avri. I know we can't go back but I just want you to know that I am sorry." He explained. Familiar tears started to well up once more, at the thought of what had happened. I wiped at my eyes, not wanting to show how much it still affected me.

"Whatever. What's done is done." I responded, getting up. "I just don't want to hear it." I spoke, sounding harsher than I meant to.

"Avri-"

"Don't." I stopped him short, walking away before hearing what he had to say. If you haven't guessed it by now, then let me tell you.

Yoongi was my first boyfriend. And it ended in disaster. For his sake more than mine, I won't explain what happened but as happy as I was to see he was alive, I don't want to be near him.

I sauntered off towards my group, avoiding him as much as could. What I said was true. We are different people now and you know what that means.

Rule Number 4 - People change when the world goes to shit.

Whether it be for the better or worst, everyone goes through it. Some people would come out stronger because of the adversity and some would turn on their people, killing them point blank.

I didn't know who Yoongi was now as the last time I saw him was years ago. I don't know if he changed for the better or worst.

All I know is that as soon as we are rested up, we were going to leave them alone like we had promised.

At least I hope so.

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(A/N): Hope you all like the new cast!

There will be updates Mondays and Thursdays from now on, so look forward to those as well! Thank you all for reading and see you lovelies later :*

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Bite Me | A Park Jimin Fanfiction

Day 38 | Him (Ch. 35)

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The sun gently caressing my face, I awoke to the next day. Slowly opening my eyes, I looked out into the morning sky, a vivid pink and purple. I shifted in my sit, tense after sleeping in the same position all night. I was surprised when Jimin was still asleep on my shoulder and that my father had not stopped since I was awake last.

I turned my head slightly, to see that the other three were still knocked out as well. We must have all really needed it.

My father realized I was awake once more, and yawned in response, clearly exhausted.

"Morning," I muttered. He looked over at me.

"Morning." He replied, sounding beyond tired. Maybe I should offer to drive for a bit, let him get some sleep, I thought. It would be better for him.

"Hey Dad?" I asked, rubbing my eyes to convince myself to wake up.

"Hmm?" He peered over, curious as to what I had to say.

"Let me drive for a bit. You need to sleep. You drove all throughout the night," I explained, hoping in some way that I could persuade him into listening to me. He sighed.

"I don't know..." He pondered, thinking it over. "How about I just drive for another 10 minutes and if we can't find a place to rest, then I will let you take over. Deal?"

"Deal." I agreed, hoping that we would be able to find a place in such a short amount of time. I turned to face the road in front of us and was surprised to see no walkers in sight.

The road was pretty much clear, with the occasional wrecked car off to the side. My father continued to drive, and not 20 minutes later, we landed upon another place. A grocery store.

What are the chances, I thought. He immediately pulled into the driveway, the other cars following behind. It was weird that this place was in the middle of nowhere, but in a time like this, it was the best thing we could ask for.

He came to a halt as he parked in front of the door. I gently nudged my shoulder, to wake Jimin up. He moaned in response, obviously not wanting to wake up. After a pinch to the cheek however, he was quick to move.

"Aish! What was that for?!" He whined, rubbing the red mark on his cheek. I only stuck out my tongue in response and proceeded to open the door to get outside. I crawled out, sighing and stretching my limbs as soon as I was out. How nice it was not to be stuck in the car anymore. I moved to open the back door, and gently pushed the girls to wake them up.

Much like Jimin, they did not want to wake up, but at the mention of potential food, it was like they magically awoke. Typical, I thought, snorting in the process. We waited for everyone else in the other cars before getting in. We had no idea what to expect when we got in the store. It could be ransacked, packed full of zombies, or worse - people.

We started to move as a group, weapons in hand, ready to face danger. Leading the way, my father reached for the handle, looking back at everyone as if checking to make sure we were ready. With the response of multiple nods, he pushed open the door and slowly started the walk in. Gun in position, we moved as one, ready to take whatever, or whoever it was on. But we weren't expecting this. I wasn't expecting him.

'Yoongi?'

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(A/N): What's up everyone?!

So before the next chapter comes out, there will be new people added to the cast so instead of making some characters up I wanted to ask for assistance!

Any kpop stars you would like to see? I will need multiple female and male kpop stars so feel free to list some names and I will see to adding them!

Thanks for reading as always and I will see you lovelies later! :*

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Bite Me | A Park Jimin Fanfiction

Day 37 | Wishful Thinking (Ch. 34)

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Last time...

BANG.

'Avri.'

'AVRI!'

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I woke up in a field of grass.

The sun was shining, the flowers blooming, and the wind gently blowing.

I rose up to my feet and embraced the wonderful feeling.

It was nice. Peaceful.

'-VRI!'

Hearing a faint voice, I turned my head around, surprised to see no one behind me.

'AVRI!'

The voice grew louder, making me realize that this isn't real. Feeling a sharp pain in my stomach, I looked down to see a red spot starting to form. I brought my hand up to the spot, terrified that when I pulled away, the red marked my hands.

'AVRI!'

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I jolted awake, as if the voice brought me back. I quickly sat up and winced in pain. I looked down at my abdomen and saw the blood spot. However, it looked bandaged, as if someone had cleaned it. Carefully, I looked around to see that Jimin was asleep on my shoulder. My father was at the wheel and Somin, Bomi, and Krystal were passed out in the back as well. I breathed a sigh of relief.

We did it. We actually made it out.

Noticing my sigh, my father turned his head, surprised to see me awake.

"Hey pumpkin," He whispered, giving me the best smile he could muster. I tried the same.

"Hey," I replied, looking down as I did not want to meet his eyes. That is when I noticed that Jimin's hands were covered in blood. It didn't take me long to realize that he must have been trying to save me. He tried to stop the wound. I teared up at the thought. He shouldn't have had to do that. Wanting to shake, the negative feelings away, I wiped at my eyes.

"So, where are we going?" I asked, trying to distract myself.

"No idea. We obviously can't go back to the farm. That would be the first place they would look. And we can't go back to the cabin. I think our next best bet is to just...drive for a bit. Maybe we will come across something, who knows," My father explained. I nodded, letting him know that I understood. I turned my head to look out the window.

We were driving by an empty field, much like the one in my dream. It was almost nice. Knowing that it was here. Like it wasn't a completely false dream at all.

Jimin suddenly shifted next to me, placing his cheek farther up my shoulder. It startled me at first but it grew to be comforting. Then when his fingers wrapped around mine, I couldn't help but flinch. I wanted to move away but I knew that would wake him up so I tried my best to remain still.

Tears started to well up again, as I thought how I would never be the same after what happened. Still looking out the window, I let my tears fall, and squeezed Jimin's hand a little tighter.

My eyes started to drift again, knowing that danger was out of the way and all I could was sleep. I started to hope for a better dream, one to help me escape this reality.

But, it was wishful thinking.

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Bite Me | A Park Jimin Fanfiction

Day 37 | Bang (Ch. 33)

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BANG.

"NOOO!" I screamed as I watched the body fall to the ground. The tears that had welled up fell without a warning, streaming down my face. I ran over to the boy, wanting to reverse back time. He shouldn't have died like this. Hell he shouldn't have even died.

Damn it, Taehyung! You were supposed to protect me. You were supposed to be here with me.

I weeped into his body, feeling numb. I gripped his shirt in my fingers, desperate to bring him back. But I couldn't. He was gone. Just like all the others.

"Aww, that was your boy right? Well, he's gone bitch. So why don't you and all the other girls behind you go back into your room until we come for you!" He screamed, pressing the front of the gun into the back of my head. Moving slowly, I raised my head to see the other three as devastated as I was. But I also saw fear behind their eyes, no matter how much they tried to hide it.

There was almost no way we could make it out of here now. They would die and we would just go back to being abused. I turned my head to look at the other girls in the group and realized that they were just as terrified. I didn't know what to do at this moment. Should I do as he says? Should I run?

"Did you not hear me? I said get your ass back up to the room where you are meant to be!" He yelled, thrusting the gun even harder into my head, making me wince in pain. It was at this moment that my tears were replaced with something else.

Anger.

"Make me," I whispered, the fury building up inside me.

"What did you just say?" He questioned, as if he thought he heard wrong. I slowly rose to my feet, using my hands to wipe away the tears that drenched my cheeks. I turned around, facing the man I so badly wanted to hurt.

"You heard me." I said. "Make me, you piece of shit." I spat, feeling no fear at this moment in time. I studied his face as he analyzed what I said. And for a second, I thought I saw him surprised. As if no one has ever talked back to him like that before. I stared into his eyes as if egging him on.

"Don't make me do it. It would be so sad to lose an asset like you. All of my men really liked you. They said you even asked for it." He laughed, along with what was rest of his men. My cheeks started to turn red out of embarrassment. How dare he-

Before I even had a chance to say anything back, that is when something happened.

"Now Jimin!" My father yelled, initiating the final step of their plan. All of a sudden, a bomb went off, sending smoke all around us. We all sprung into action, knowing that this was our last chance and that we better not waste it.

"Don't-*cough*-let them escape! *cough cough*" The leader yelled, trying to control the situation.

I instantly ran back to the other girls and started to run towards the vehicles they brought with them. However, shots started to fire from the men who had kept us captive.

One by one, some of the girls started to fall to the ground, bullets engraved into their bodies. There was nothing I could do to stop them and I felt helpless. We were all supposed to escape together, not go down like this.

As we each started to pile into the cars, I noticed someone was missing. Frantic, I headed back into the smoke to look for her. What I didn't expect however, was for her to be over her sister's body, screaming out her name. I instantly ran over and started to pull her away.

"Ara! Please! Wake up. ARA!"

"Somin she is gone! We have to leave! NOW!" At her regret, I dragged her away wanting to make sure that she would make it out. I pulled her towards the last car and pushed her in front of me. I closed the door behind her and went to sit up front with Jimin and my father. I quickly opened the door and Jimin reached his hand out to me. I grabbed it, feeling a sense of relief wash over me, until the familiar sound rang in the distance.

BANG.

Pain jolted through me instantaneously . I slowly looked down to see blood forming around my stomach. In shock, my eyes started to roll back into my head and it felt as if the world was falling.

"Avri."

"AVRI!"

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Bite Me | A Park Jimin Fanfiction

Day 37 | No (Ch. 32)

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WARNING: Foul language is included in this part. Just want to let you know^^

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I broke out into a grin at the sight of them and I couldn't help but notice Bomi do the same as well. She looked up at me in excitement and I knew then that it was now or never.

As if in an unspoken communication, we both started to wake everyone else up in the room, getting ready to execute the plan Krystal had made for all of us. We explained the situation to them and a few of them went to go check outside the window, not believing what we were telling them.

We heard feet running down the hall, most likely the other men that were told to keep watch on us going to help their comrades. Therefore, there would be no one on this floor. My heart leaped at the thought, knowing fully well that this was our chance. I told everyone in the room the plan.

"What about after this? Where do we go?" One of the girls asked. I looked at her in surprise. I knew my group was going to go back with the guys, but what about the rest of them? As I pondered, I scanned the others, looking at their worried gazes as they waited for my answer. Where would they go? Would they even make it out there by themselves? We couldn't just leave them after everything.

"You guys can come with us. The guys out there are part of our group and I don't know where we are going but I know one thing for sure - that it will be somewhere better than here." I stated, making them all smile. And I saw something in all of them, something I hadn't seen since we had arrived in this hell hole.

Hope.

"Alright, now let's get moving! We are going to head out the way Krystal planned for us but everyone stick together okay? We need to be prepared for anything." I continued, and I saw various nods from the group. I went over to open the door slowly, glancing around the halls for anyone. And when there was no one in sight, one by one they followed Irene as she lead them to the stairs at the end of the hall. I stayed behind, making sure everyone got out before I closed the door, leaving the dreaded room behind.

I raced after the others and headed for the stairs. I stopped at the top and saw all of them piling out of the building, going outside for the first time in who knows how long. I ran down the steps, wanting to feel the air once again to stop at the sight before us. All of the girls came to a halt, their excited gazes replaced with fear.

I followed their eyes and realized that I should have known it wasn't going to be this easy. The men, what was left of them, had captured our group, holding them at gunpoint. The leader looked over and was shocked to see all of us outside.

"Well, well, well, looks like someone forgot to keep the whores locked up!" He said bitterly, his eyes glazed over with anger. I glanced over to the rest of the group to see the familiar faces I have missed. Tears were threatening to flow, and it took everything I had to not cry. Blood marked each one of them, showing how much they fought the others to get to us. I just wanted to run to them, but I knew I couldn't.

"Now, I am guessing you guys are here to save those girls we took from your farm. How heroic of you all," He whispered sickly. "And I must say, you came in balls blazing didn't you! HELL! You killed majority of my men!" He screamed, thrusting the gun forward with each word he spoke, as if ready to shoot at any moment. "I should have made sure you all were dead myself! Because this did not need to happen. NONE OF THIS DID!" He continued to yell, looking as if he had lost his mind.

"I think we should just end this here. Who wants to die first huh? Any volunteers?" He asked, waiting for an answer. He scanned the group of four, and when no one spoke up, he finally broke.

"No? What, lost your balls boys?" He spat, starting to laugh. "Well then I guess I should just pick then, shouldn't I?" He cackled, grabbing someone by the arm and bringing him up to his eye level. "How about you pretty boy?" Worried at his words, I pushed to the front of the group to see who he had. And when I saw, my heart sank.

"Go rot in hell," He said, proceeding to spit in the man's face. Gasps could be heard from the other girls, terrified for the boy. My eyes widened and I knew then that he sealed his fate. The leader wiped his face and then grabbed the boy by his shirt, beyond pissed. Without saying a word he raised the gun and pushed it into the boy's head. I started to panic. I needed to do something, anything. I started to move forward but it was too late.

BANG.

'NOOO!'

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Long Time No See^^

Hello everyone!!

That’s right, I am back!

And coming at you with more fanfictions here soon!

Bite Me, is coming back first so look forward to it! Love you all and see you soon :*

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I love bite me sssooo much!! I can't wait for the next chapters!! Fighting!! No rush I jst enjoy the story so much!! ^^

Ahh thank you! It’s been so long since I have updated and I need to work on that >.

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Not All Scars are Permanent | 1

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Life.

It is full of many wonders and endless possibilities. New and exciting things happen all the time and there are times where it becomes too much and you want to hide away in your hole of safety, keeping the rest of the world locked out. People can go through many stages of this, and I am now currently in the stage of staying in my hole.

It’s not that I choose to keep people out, it’s just that I always bring unwanted attention. Since you probably have no idea what I am talking about I will tell you that I am not the ordinary girl you sit next to in class. I am the one in the back that people always stare at, whispering secrets about and making fun of. Why?

Well, that would be due to the unnaturally large scar across my face. Running from the bottom of my right eye to the left side of my bottom lip, it is something that has haunted me from the day it was brought into my life. No, I wasn’t born with it, if that is what you were wondering. It was from my mother, something I really don’t feel comfortable sharing with others. In due time readers, in due time.

Therefore, this girl before you is one that brings a lot of stares and questions unanswered but I prefer to be alone. I do have one friend however, and without her I think that I could quite possibly lose my mind.

Her name is Cleo. Her full name is Cleopatra (yes like the Egyptian Queen) but she prefers to be called Cleo. With her raven dark hair and piercing green eyes, she is one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen in my life. But due to her crass words and brash tone, she isn’t as popular as she could be. She is more like a social outcast as you could say. She could practically be the modern emo with how much black she wears but without the dark make-up and nasty attitude that most of the others have at our school.

We are the two weirdos - the ultimate combination. It is a wonder how we ended up together but after being assigned seats next to each other, it was like we clicked. And unlike most other people, she didn’t stare at the scar across my face and was frightened by it. No; she thought it was badass. She wasn’t scared or nervous to ask about it and that is how our friendship began.

So here we are, starting our Junior year of high school - the worst year imaginable. I have heard horror stories from others about how bad Junior year was but I tried not to let it get to me. I was determined to get good grades and head on a great college. It had been a dream of mine, going to a prestigious college that is, for reasons left unsaid for now. It would be better to let you know later, dear readers.

Oh, I almost forgot to mention. My name is Adelia. I have shoulder-length chocolate brown hair that flows in waves and eyes as dark as night. I am about 5 ft 8, so not ridiculously tall but not really short either. I love to read and I would rather live in a fantasy world than the one I live in now.

With all that out of the way, let’s get to my first day, shall we?

It started out something like this…

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“Adelia, do you really want to be late on your first day?” My father called from the bottom of the stairs. I groaned loudly, not wanting to get out of my extremely comfortable bed. “Do I really have to come up there and drag you to school?” He sighed, getting very impatient. At that, I slowly started to get up, knowing fully well that he would literally drag me down the stairs - he has done it before.

“I’m up, I’m up!” I yelled, hearing his footsteps starting to come up the stairs.

“Good. You have 10 minutes before I drive you to school and embarrass you on your first day!” He said, leaving me speechless. I was terrified at the thought. I already brought enough attention with this scar across my face, I didn’t also want to be known as the ultimate ‘Daddy’s girl’ either. So I quickly ran to the bathroom across the hall from mine and saw that I looked even scarier than usual. My hair was untamed and I had dried drool on the side of my lip. I wiped at the spot, and brushed my unruly hair to something that looked a little less wild.

I lathered on some deodorant, rushed to put on my uniform, and sprayed one spritz of perfume and raced down the stairs. My father, with his stylish dark brown hair stood at the bottom, dressed in a oxford blue suit, with a white dress shirt underneath. He matched it with a baby blue tie, ready to go to work. He glanced up at me and couldn’t help but flash me his signature grin, his dimple showing itself brilliantly.

“Finally ready?” He asked, asking me one last time before we headed out the door. I nodded my head in agreement and headed out the door behind him. As the door shut, I could hear a distinct, familiar honk coming from the driveway. I turned to see Cleo in her small Acura RDX, growing impatient. She waved me over and I gave my father a quick hug and a mumbled good-bye before hopping into the passenger seat.

“Took you long enough!” She exaggerated as I closed the door behind me. “I thought I was going to miss the whole first day.” I rolled my eyes at her over-the-top reaction and buckled myself in.

“Well, sorry that I wanted to sleep,” I stuck my tongue out at her, creating a small giggle from her lips.

“So are you ready?” She asked as soon as we got on the road, headed to school.

“For what?”

“For our first day, dumbass.” She retorted, being her usual self when responding. She has no filter - at all. I shrugged.

“I guess. I don’t know.” I mumbled. I didn’t hate school but I didn’t love it either. I usually liked my teachers and found the homework to be interesting but hated the other students. They looked at me as if I was some kind of monster. Noticing my hesitation, she gently patted my shoulder as she kept her eyes on the road.

“Oh come on, it won’t be that bad! I mean at least we have two classes together this year.” She stated, making me smile. I was honestly happy about that part. We had AP Language and AP US History together, which were two of the hardest classes. Cleo was really amazing at school as well and that was something else that drew us together - our passion to get into great colleges.

“True. But what am I going to do with the classes you aren’t in with me?” I pouted, purposely sticking my bottom lip out a little.

“Just be yourself girl, it’s the best you can do. Show them what Adelia Locke is made of!” She cheered, way too excited for the first day. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Same to you too. Knock them haters down Ducreux!” I then put my fists up in a fighting stance, pretending to fight someone in front of me to prove my point.

“You know it, Locke.” She winked at me, shining her pearly whites straight at me and I couldn’t help but feel her words. Maybe she is right. This year could be different if I put myself out there more. But even if I was ever to make other friends, Cleo would still be my number one. However, the thought of having normal conversations gave me hope.

This year was going to be the best one yet, I could feel it.

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I lied. This is going to be the worst year ever.

I haven’t even walked into school yet and I already felt the looks of others gazing down upon me. I would love to think that they were all starring at Cleo but when I looked up and met eyes with some of the students, I knew it was too good to be true. All the excitement I felt in the car drained from me within seconds, facing the reality in front of me.

I instead started to get nervous, wanting to run somewhere and hide away from everyone. Out of instinct, Cleo wrapped an arm around my shoulders, seeming to sense my hesitation. It was like she was saying, 'It is okay Adelia. I am here’ and I could feel myself breathe a little easier.

We walked into school like that, not paying attention to the other people sending glances our way as we headed to our lockers. Cleo’s was not far from mine, about two down, and so we both placed what we didn’t need for our first couple of classes inside, and headed our separate ways.

I wished Cleo could have all the same classes I did but I would have to face people without her, sooner rather than later. I grabbed a school map from one of my notebooks and looked for where my first class was - Physics.

I found it without problems and was happy to realize that I was one of the first ones in the class. With no apparent seating chart, I chose the seat next to the window in the first row. It was one of my favorite places as I felt more comfortable with only one person to the side of me.

It was ten minutes before class began and I proceeded to get my notebook out and started to doodle. It was something that kept me sane and tranquil as I could let my mind wander and my pencil draw whatever it wanted to.

Students started to pile in one after another and of course no one sat next to me. They chose to sit elsewhere, probably wanting to stay away from the 'freak’. Not that I minded - too much of course. But when I heard the familiar voice, the one that has haunted me since the beginning of my freshman year, I could feel my shoulders tense up.

“Well, if it isn’t Scarface,” he teased, trying to get a reaction out of me. I glanced up, to see the familiar smirk of the boy who was out to get me.

Aaron Hale.

He was the one guy most of the girls in our school would drop their panties for. He was the best linebacker in our football team with his dirty blonde hair and eyes so blue you feel like you could swim in them. However, every time I looked in his, I felt like I was drowning instead. It was like it was his mission to humiliate me and the fact that I had this class with him made me want to hurl. He was a grade A jerk, the one you only read about in books or see in movies - the classic bully.

“What, cat got your tongue? Or did someone finally silence you once and for all?” He said, leaning in so close to my face, that I could smell his breath; it smelled like tobacco and mint. Gross.

I stayed silent, not wanting to give him the satisfaction and he seemed to sense this. He opened his mouth to say something else when the bell rang, signaling that class was beginning. With a victorious look, he took a seat in the back, leaving me to my lonesome once more. Oh how I wish I could just kick him where it hurts.

Thankful, I turned to face the front and listened to the teacher as she gave her introduction to the class. She handed out the syllabus and told us what we would need by tomorrow. The class flew by and before I knew it, it was over. I quickly gathered my things, wanting to get to my next class early as well, when running face first into someone, dropping my notebooks on the ground.

I hastily reached to pick it up, when my hand made contact with another, surprising me. I glanced up and saw someone I hadn’t seen before. He had caramel brown eyes and umber colored hair, something that you did not see often. I stared at him, realizing that he was returning the look, not moving. I blushed slightly, and quickly scrambled to get my things.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, wanting to quickly leave this awkward encounter. Before I could even hear a response from him, I walked briskly down the hall, running towards my next class. I barely made it before the bell rang and I was thankful I wouldn’t have to worry about a seat in this one. I quickly looked for Cleo and breathed a sigh of relief when taking the empty desk beside hers.

“Are you okay?” She whispered, noticing how out of it I was.

“Y-Yeah.” I said, not sounding too convincing. She raised an eyebrow at my response but didn’t pry any further. She is probably going to ask about it later, I thought, pulling out my next notebook. I tried to let what just happen go over my head but I couldn’t stop thinking of the boy I just ran into. The weirdest part though was not that I touched his hand or that we ran into each other. It was the fact that he stared so deeply into my eyes - and didn’t even once look at my scar.

Realizing that I was missing some important information, I shook the thoughts of the mysterious boy from my mind and paid attention to my teacher, wanting this day to be over soon.

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Not All Scars are Permanent

INTRO

Meet Adelia Locke, a girl with an attitude. She would remain behind the scenes but something prevents her from doing so - the unmistakable large scar across her face. It is something that has haunted her when she was little and many people avoid her because of it.

Meet Blaze Wolfhart, a boy with too much energy. Right from the beginning, Adelia believed that he was weird. He didn't even once ask about her scar and when they are put next together in their German class, talking with him is unavoidable.

Will this just be another classic high-school romance story? Or are they going to have to fix whats broken before they can really fall for one another?

~~~ Cover was made by me! XD Thanks to @CrookedShadow for the title! What a badass name, amirite?

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Thank You! T-T

Wow, can I just say that I am surprised!!

I have reached 100 followers!!!

I love each and every one of you and to thank you all I have a new story coming soon. It isn’t kpop but here is the cast for you all so you can get a look ;)

Hailee Steinfeld as Adelia Locke

Ansel Elgort as Blaze Wolfhart

A Young Emilia Clarke as Cleopatra Ducreux

Lucas Till as Aaron Hale

Ryan Reynolds as Mr. Locke (Adelia's Father)

Isla Fisher as Ms. Borman

It’s not a kpop fanfic but I wanted to try my hand at something different so ta-dah!!

I will still post my other fanfics on here as well so no need to fret but thank all of you amazing people and I will see you all here soon!! XD

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The Girl Who Died

Chapter 7 - ‘Bewbs.’

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(A/N): Thanks for waiting everyone for me to get back into this series but I am finally back!! So, expect more updates here soon and I hope you enjoy this one!! Love you all! :*

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Na Ra's P.O.V

"What?! What is wrong with my plan?" I asked, pouting slightly.

"You are asking to use my body to talk to them! Why would I be okay with that?!" He raised his voice, making me see that maybe it wasn't that great of an idea as I thought it was.

"But...come ooonnnn. It's not like I will be proding into that most likely pervy brain of yours. I will just be like... a visitor in your body." I said nonchalantly, as if it was the easiest decision in the world. He just looked less convinced than before.

"That sounds even worse! No, Na Ra. I am not letting you do it." He shook his head, disturbed at the thought. "Can't we just do the board again? It wasn't that bad last time." He suggested again, making me roll my eyes.

"Seriously? It was like how I used to talk to my grandma - super slow. It takes forever to answer something! That's why I want to do this. It will be quick and easy. Pleeassseeee," I begged, trying to give him the puppy dog eyes I used to always give my parents when I wanted to get something. They would always cave in but he wasn't as easy.

"No."

"DAMN YOU!" I yelled out of impulse, making him stifle a laugh at my outburst. "Then what? Just what do you think would be the best way?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Let's see what you think of then, I thought, cursing him out in my head. He pondered for a second, when his eyes landed across the room on his computer. He ran over and started to pull up a tab.

"What are you doing?" I asked, curious as to what this sudden great idea was. I watched as he pulled up this thing called LINE. It looked like a type of text platform between people. I hated to admit it, but I was intrigued.

"We can use this. It's what I use to talk to some of my old friends and some of the others if there are connection problems. This should work perfectly!" He said, seeming proud of himself. "You can type, right?" He asked, getting out from the chair and motioning me to take his place. I slowly sat down, and after concentrating on my fingers, I was able to feel the smooth surface of the keys. I quickly tried to spell a word, a little happy that it worked so well.

"'Bewbs'?" Yugyeom asked when seeing what I typed on the screen. "Really."

"What! I was trying to appeal to your friends." I retorted, throwing him off guard. He rolled his eyes at my explanation.

"So, this will work then?" He asked, waiting for an answer.

"My idea was better," I mumbled under my breath.

"What?"

"Oh yeah, this is great! Perfect!" I said loudly, giving him my fake cheery voice like I totally didn't just say otherwise. He questioned me, giving me a certain look, but quickly gave up.

"Okay, I am going to go tell them that it's time." He said, heading towards the stairs to the second floor.

"WAIT!" I suddenly yelled, making him stop and turn to look at me once more. He raised his eyebrow, as if giving me a que to continue. "What are you going to tell them? That you talked to me and that we figured this out? They don't even know that you can see me." I said, pointing out the obvious. He stopped, showing that he didn't really think of that before. "So what are you going to tell them then?" I asked, trying to find a way to make this work. I mean it wouldn't be horrible if they knew that Yugyeom could see me but it would definitely raise some questions.

He bit his lip, deep in thought, as if thinking what he should do. I stared at him as I waited for an answer but when seeing no give, I spoke up.

"You know what, I will just send a text. Easy and simple. Then they won't know anything and will just guess that I hacked you somehow." I said. "Leave your phone up here too so they think I took it. It will make things easier." I explained, heading over in front of him. I stuck my hand out, motioning for me to give the phone to me. Bewildered, he slowly reached into his front pocket and gently placed it on my palm. I grabbed it and set it back down on the desk.

"Now go! Before they think you are doing something weird up here," I teased, catching him even farther off guard. His cheeks flushed slightly at the mention and then he quickly left without a word. I couldn't help but laugh a little when seeing his face. How cute.

Yugyeom's P.O.V

I ran for the door to the second floor, completely embarrassed. How could she say something like that? And make that face of all things? It had me confused for sure and I didn't know how to take it. I tried to quickly shake the thought from my mind as I took the stairs down to the living room. I reached the bottom and was not surprised when seeing them set up the Ouija board.

They looked so serious, lighting the candles, and placing the board perfectly in the middle. If I didn't know any better it was like the world was ending and this was the answer they needed if they were to survive. I cleared my throat to let them know that I was here, and they looked up confused.

"Why is your face red?" Youngjae asked, making me freeze. What?

"N-No reason," I coughed slightly, trying to mask my embarrassment even further. Damn you Na Ra. They didn't seem to believe me but they let it slide - thankfully.

All of a sudden, one of the guys got a notification from their phone. He quickly grabbed it and looked to see what it was.

"Wait. Yugyeom, what is this?" Jackson asked, bringing his phone over for all of us to see. We glanced at the screen to see a message from supposedly me saying 'Hello there boys'. They gave a glance at me expecting an answer but I shrugged, indicating that I had no idea why. Then another ding rang throughout the room, showing that 'I' sent him another text. 'It is I, the friendly house ghost - Na Ra. Now you weren't expecting that, were you? ;)'

The boys looked utterly confused and looked to me for answers.

"What is this Yugyeom?" Jaebum questioned. I gave them a look like I didn't know what was going on.

"I have no idea." I said, trying to be as convincing as I could be.

"Is it really Na Ra?" Junior asked, staring at the phone intensely. Another text came in.

'Yes it is me, you dimwitted bafoons. I took your friend's phone so ta-dah, instant communication. I saw you setting up the Ouija board and no way was I going to sit through that again. Talk about last year.'

Some of the boys laughed at what she wrote, clearly amused. I couldn't help but smile as well. She is such a weirdo, I thought.

"Well what should we say?" Mark asked. "And way to go on losing your phone dumbass," Mark teased me, making me smile awkwardly in return.

"Maybe we should ask her why she left so quickly last night? It's what we wanted to ask right?" Bambam piped, taking turns to look at each of us. We decided that was the best thing to do and after Jackson typed the question we waited for a response. It came pretty quickly.

'Well, it had been awhile since I had talked to actual people so all those questions were kind of overwhelming. I freaked out and left because I was nervous. Even ghosts can lose their cool sometimes you know.'

"I can see that. We did kind of did bombard her last night," Youngjae agreed, the others nodding their heads in agreement. "Should we apologize for that?" He asked, and Jackson started typing before we could finish talking about it.

'It's okay. I mean I would be curious about the ghost living my house, so I understand. Just no more 20 questions, okay?'

"Well, there still is one thing I want to ask her though," Jackson said. "She can't leave until she does something right? Why won't she let us help her then?" He asked all of us. I had to agree to be honest. I was confused when that happened as well. If anything, she should want our help to move on, but the fact that she refused it confused all of us. So, apologizing for asking one question, we sent it to her. My heart started to race in anticipation and my nerves skyrocketed as a text appeared on the screen.

'Fine, I guess I can answer this one question. Well, before ghosts move on, they have to finish the regrets they have left on earth. One of mine is already done as my killers have been put in jail but I still have another one. It's really hard to talk about and I don't think you guys would want to hear about it quite yet. It's not something that can be easily done.'

We all stopped, reading the text over and over again. She has a regret and unless she does it, she can't move on? That sucks. Before we could even have a chance to type something else, we got another text from her.

'Well, that's it for me tonight - typing is not an easy thing to do. I know you guys are probably more curious but if you wouldn't mind letting it slide, that would be great. XD. Also, I am not one to pick in your belongings or to spy on you guys while you shower so no need to worry about that. I just hope that we can get along until I do this stupid regret of mine. But I should let the tall idiot get his phone back, so I will message you all again here soon. Don't miss me too much ;)'

And with that, we stopped, more confused than before.

"Man, why can't she tell us?!" Bambam whined, clearly frustrated.

"It can't be that bad, can it?" Mark continued, starting to think about what it could be.

"It sounds like she will tell us eventually guys. So I think the best thing to do is to just leave it be for now." Jaebum said, trying to make the situation easier. We all stood in silence, absorbing what she just told us. I then left, heading back up to my room to find Na Ra still sitting at the computer. I tried not to startle her as I walked closer to see what she was looking at.

She had pulled up Facebook and was looking at some of her old photos. Is that her family? I wondered as she was staring at a picture. I leaned closer trying to see better when she screamed.

"DAMN IT BOY. STOP SCARING ME!" She yelled, making me burst into laughter. She placed her head in her hands, groaning as I laughed. She threw me a glare, indicating that she was not happy with me.

"Is that your family?" I asked, pointing to the picture on the screen. Her cheeks flushed when I asked her the question - wait. She is blushing? She mumbled something I couldn't make out before closing the window and getting up from the chair.

"Yes it is, why, want to make fun of me for looking at them?" She asked, folding her arms in front of her chest.

"What? No. I was just wondering." I explained, confused as to why she thought I was making fun of her. "You look like them, you know." I said, trying to help the situation. But when I looked up to see her face, her cheeks were flushed once more, making me the one embarrassed. Why is she getting so flustered?

"O-Oh. Well, thanks...I guess," She whispered, playing with her hair as if to avoid this conversation. She then let go and grabbed my phone, holding it out for me to grab.

"See, it wasn't so bad right?" I asked, trying to make the atmosphere between us less awkward. She nodded.

"Yeah, I guess. They weren't mad were they? That I wasn't going to tell you guys what my regret is?" She questioned, curious to our responses. I smiled at her, knowing fully well that they weren't mad at all.

"Nope, they were just curious as to why we couldn't help you but they will wait until you are ready to tell us." I explained, making her exhale in relief. She smiled widely at me, creating dimples on the sides of her face.

"Thank heavens. The last thing I wanted was to be hated by you all. That would suck." She giggled, making me the one to smile now. "Well, I am going to go for a bit, talk to ya later?" She asked, slowly lifting off the floor.

"Do I have a choice?" I sassed, knowing fully well that only she gets to decide when we talk next.

"Nope." She then playfully winked at me before phasing through the roof, leaving me with a smile across my face. I looked down at my phone and glanced through the messages once more. I still couldn't believe all of this was actually happening but I knew one thing for sure. I didn't care what the regret was - I was going to help her, no matter what.

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The Girl Who Died

Chapter 6 - ‘We should try again.’

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Na Ra's P.O.V

"Can we see you Na Ra?" Junior suddenly asked, seeming a little eager at the question. I turned to look at him in surprise. H-He wants to see me? Junior does? I then turned to look back ahead, my eyes meeting Yugyeoms. I moved my eyes away and made the planchette spell out NOT YET. I then moved my head to look at Yugyeom once more to see that he was confused and didn't seem to understand why.

"I can't yet Yugyeom. I am not comfortable with that yet. Until then, I am only going to let you see me okay?" I said softly, trying to smile. Before he could say anything else to change my mind, I quickly vanished through the ceiling and escaped to the rooftop, not looking back.

After passing through the other two floors, I sat down on the roof, clutching my chest. My heart was racing. Why - I had no idea. Was it because I was nervous? Or was it because just the thought of Junior wanting to see me made me feel all these - butterflies.

I quickly shook my head dismissing the thought. I then patted my cheeks multiple times trying to tell my self that I was just believing what I wanted to. There is no way he would know who I am. We had never even talked once before I died.

More confused than before, my mind kept on replaying the whole ouija scene over and over. I placed my face in my heads, knowing that I was doomed for exposing myself. I lifted my face from my hands and looked up to sky, giving a deep sigh. What's my next move? Get closer to them? Now that I have revealed myself I can't not communicate with them. They will keep asking about me. Maybe I was too careless...answering all those questions like that. But what can I say... I miss being around real people. Even if they can't see me.

I chuckled a little at my eagerness to talk to the boys. I closed my eyes for a second and when I opened my eyes I almost ghosted my pants.

"DEAR ALMIGHTY- What did I say about you scaring me every time you appeared?" I was staring right at you as you grinned mischievously above me, laughing at how I squirmed. You shrugged, not caring and floated down to take a seat next to me. "You and your magical appearing acts. Why did you come this time?" I pondered, trying to see if I could get something out of you.

You then proceeded to pull out your phone again, making me raise an eyebrow. You fingers started to flitter across the screen and before I could even ask what you were doing, you shoved the screen in my face.

"I wanted to see Jackson naked." I reread it again, making sure I read it right when I burst out laughing.

"Oh okay, creep. I see what your game here is." Confused you looked back down at the screen and your eyes widened. You quickly shook your hands as if trying to dismiss what I read before. You then went to another screen and started typing again. After you finished, I stared at the screen once more.

"I sensed that something was wrong. Are you okay?" My smile suddenly faded as I read the text. I looked over at your face to see you giving me a faint smile. I didn't know what to do.

"Y-You could feel that I was worried over something? Interesting..." I looked away but not moments later, you showed me the screen once more.

"I don't know how to explain it. I just feel these sensations and that is when I show up." You nodded after showing me the message, as if to make sure I understand what you were trying to convey. I was puzzled, to say the least. Are we connected in someway?

"Well, that is weird. But it is kind of cool. You are pretty awesome...despite your obsession with those guys and their bodies." I chuckled, remembering the night when you practically tried to force yourself on Yugyeom. You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out at me, laughing silently along with me. My laughter then faded away, leaving me with the feeling I was before you showed up. I sighed again, trying to figure out what to do when your phone light went into my field of vision.

"Seriously though. Is something wrong? Did something happen with the guys?"

I then glanced over again and with no one else to talk to, I told you everything that happened. You were surprised, mainly at the fact that they were so calm talking to a ghost but you understood where I was coming from.

"What are you going to do now?" You typed, saying the exact thing I was thinking earlier.

"I guess... Just hang out with them. Maybe get to know them a little better. Who knows. At this point, I just don't want to scare them off." I mumbled. You nodded, aware that the some of the boys get scared easily so it wasn't going to be easy to communicate with them.

All of the sudden, your eyes widened and you started typing on your phone once again. Confused, I waited to see what you were trying to tell me when you suddenly vanished into the thin air. No good-byes or anything. I was shocked and weirded out, especially since you seemed to be typing so frantically only moments before.

As if sensing my slight fear, Minnie appeared and walked her way over to me. I smiled as I saw her and gladly sat with my legs together so that she could sit on my lap. She gladly climbed in, quickly made muffins with her tiny paws, and fell asleep all curled up in a ball. I gently stroked her fur, still nervous about your disappearance. But I told myself that you would be back. Because you wouldn't leave me after everything that has happened. Right?

Right?

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Yugyeom's P.O.V

"All right, I can't take this anymore. I was not able to sleep at all last night because of what happened. Did any of you?" Youngjae said, breaking the awkward silence between the seven of us. We all had to wake up early for our photoshoot that our manager had planned for us today. We were all exhausted and now, after sitting through hours of make-up and then even more hours of cameras flashing non-stop, we were now having lunch at one of our most frequented places. The six of them had said nothing about last night until now. We all turned to look at Youngjae and stared, shocked that he had brought it up.

"Well, I didn't. It's just too...creepy." BamBam added, fumbling around with the food that was left on his plate. He then sat his fork down and sighed loudly. "I mean, we just moved into that house and now it is haunted? With a girl who was murdered there nonetheless?" None of us answered him, knowing that what he was saying is true. It's definitely...not a normal situation.

"She seemed nice though. Maybe we should try talking to her again," Mark piped, throwing his idea out there. I instantly got nervous. The thought of Na Ra and the members with the Ouija board again made me... frustrated? I paused for a second. Why am I upset?

"I don't know Mark. What if she has...ulterior motives," Jackson exaggerated, making us all wonder just what he had going on in that brain of his.

"Ulterior motives?" Jaebum repeated.

"I mean...we can't see her but she can see us. Anytime she wants to. What if she does-"

"I don't think so." I suddenly said, getting a little peeved that Jackson would say such a thing. But he doesn't know Na Ra, so I could kind of understand where he was coming from. "I feel like if that was the case, we would all be missing pairs of underwear or pieces of hair by now. She wouldn't have talked to us if that was what she was doing." I stared down at my food as I talked, not wanting to meet the member's eyes.

"I think so too." Junior piped after not having said a word the whole conversation. "We should just give her a chance. She probably left in a panic last night because we asked so many questions. We should try again." He became silent after talking and just continued to eat as the other five exchanged glances. I looked over to see that Junior was staring at me. Startled, I gave him a small smile and quickly looked back down. Why is he...

"Okay, okay." Jaebum said. "Since you two are so adamant on giving her another shot, it wouldn't hurt to talk to her once more. Let's try when we get home." He stated. The rest of us nodded, knowing that once he decided something, it was futile to go against it. I picked up a piece of leftover beef and stuffed it into my mouth, slightly more worried than before. Don't worry Na Ra, I will protect you. I promise.

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Na Ra's P.O.V

"Ohhh, so this is what a boy's room looks like," I said, sneaking into one of the rooms. It was cleaner than I expected. There wasn't any clothes on the ground and the bed was neatly made. Damn, this dude is a neat freak. The room was disappointing to be honest, so I went into another room to only gape at what I saw.

Countless shirtless pictures of one of the members. Everywhere. Not even wanting to dare enter that room, I quickly closed the door and shivered. I then went to the next room to find it piled with clothes. It was like a pit. I could probably dive straight into that pile and never find a way out.

Kind of disgusted, I closed that door as well. I then decided to try one more room, hoping that it wasn't as disturbing as the others before it. I slowly reached for the handle and turned it, peeking in before opening it the whole way. Seeing no laundry or naked photos, I pulled the door open fully and headed inside. The room was a little messy but it felt more...normal to put it nicely.

Being my nosy little self, I walked over to the desk to see a picture of the band together, smiling and laughing. I grinned, noticing how genuinely happy they each looked. I put it back down on the desk and noticed another picture in the back. My heart leaped a little at who was in the picture.

Junior. And his parents. They seemed adorable in a quirky sort of way. I reached for the frame and grabbed it, making sure to not drop it. I stared at the picture and noticed that Junior didn't look as happy in this one compared to the other one. Looking at it for way to long, I was about to put it back down when I noticed something in the corner of the picture.

I brought the frame closer to my face to see what it was. My eyes then widened when realizing what it was. Another picture? But why put it behind this one?

Dying of curiosity, I turned the frame around and went to open the back of it. My fingers wrapped around the piece of wood and pulled it back to see that it in fact was another picture. I laid the back down on the table and went to reach for the hidden picture when I heard a car door slam. Startled, I went to look out the window to see that they guys were back and almost to the front door. I then proceeded to panic.

I scrambled to put the wood back in the frame when the worst happened. My hand slipped and the frame fell to the ground. Lucky enough for me, the guys had just come in the door so they wouldn't have heard a thing but there was also bad news - the glass was slightly cracked. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Hearing the footsteps running up the stairs I quickly fit the piece back in the place and placed it on the desk. I then flew to the attic, wanting to get away from the crime scene and sighed in relief when I landed on the floor.

"What's wrong?" Yugyeom suddenly asked, making me jump.

"HOLY SHIT!" I said, the words leaving me before I could stop them. Yugyeom started laughing at my reaction. "God, I think I died all over again." I said, taking a seat on the ground to calm down.

"S-Sorry." Yugyeom apologized, trying to stifle his laughter. "You just looked panicked so I thought I would ask." He explained, glancing over at me.

"Well, I wasn't... until that. Geez... it was like a freaking jump scare you see in video games." I breathed out, laughing a little. "Hi, by the way." I said, giving him a small smile as he unpacked his bag.

"Hello to you too." He replied, returning the gesture. "So... I wanted to ask," He started, avoiding my gaze to focus on his backpack in front of him.

"Yes?"

"Why did you leave like that last night?" He mumbled the question, almost making it a whisper. But to my dismay, I still heard the question, knowing that he was bound to ask it at some point. I sighed, loud enough for him to turn around and see what was wrong.

"Let's just say that it was little too much for me. All the explaining and then them wanting to see me...It was completely overwhelming." He lowered his eyes, understanding as to why I would be feeling that way. "But...it was definitely interesting to see what your band mates thought of the whole situation. They were pretty calm during the whole thing. Which was definitely unexpected considering they were talking to a dead girl." I saw him smile out of the corner of my eye.

"I was surprised too. Usually they are horrible with that kind of thing but I guess they liked you in a sort of weird way." He answered. They liked... me? I suddenly felt a little happy, knowing that I didn't completely creep them out. "But..." He continued turning to face me once more. "They want to talk to you again." My eyes widened. "I think they just want to understand you more. But I definitely get if you don't want to. I won't force you but I thought that you might want to-"

"I'll do it."

"What?" Yugyeom asked, not hearing what I said when I interrupted him.

"I said, I'll do it. As long as it doesn't get too out of hand," I mumbled, thinking if this was the right thing to do or not. It can't hurt to talk to them again. It might be better to so I can start to get along with them as well. Yugyeom stood still, staring at me as I sat on the ground. I looked up at met his eyes, confused by the look he was giving me. "Well?" He then snapped out of whatever daze he was in and blinked a couple times.

"O-Okay, we will call you on the board when we are ready-" I stopped him short once more, knowing that there was no way I was doing that stupid thing again.

"Actually...I have a better idea."

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The Girl Who Died

Chapter 5 - ‘Are You Crying?’

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Yugyeom's P. O. V

"So we have a ghost in our house?!" Youngjae said, knowing that this was no where near a joke.

"Maybe she is the one who wrote on the mirror?" Jackson asked, piecing two and two together. I glanced around to see all the wheels in their heads turning as well.

"I mean we could just ask her. She seems nice," Mark suggested. Before the others had a chance to discuss it, Bambam started to speak.

"The writing with the lipstick.. Was that you?" All six of our hands felt the planchette start to move and they all felt a little spooked when it over to YES.

"Well that isn't at all creepy..." Jaebum mumbled.

"So she can pick up things and use them? That is different from what most ghosts can do. Or the ones I see on T.V all the time at least," Bambam said. Junior had stayed silent this whole time, as if trying to understand what was happening.

I on the other hand was preoccupied with trying not to stare at Na Ra who was still floating above the table. She looked amused by what the other guys were saying and seemed to be having way too much fun.

"Your friends are interesting..." She directed towards me. "At least they aren't asking stupid things like 'Show us your boobs!" or "Have you seen us naked!" Which by the way..." She led off looking over at Jackson. "He needs to stop checking himself out too much in the mirror. It's like a disease or something." She laughed slightly after that, making it hard for me not to. The others all glanced over at me and I immediately stopped and coughed to try to cover it up. They didn't believe me for a second.

"Okay Yugyeom...seriously, what is up? You are acting really strange," Youngjae piped, saying what the others were thinking. I glanced between each of them to see that the worry on their faces. I also looked up to at Na Ra to see that she was shushing me, telling me to not say a thing. I just smiled, trying to reassure my members that I was definitely not losing my mind.

"N-Nothing. I guess I am just a little freaked out is all," I answered, trying to sound as calm as possible. They doubted me at first but they then shook it off, believing what I said. We all then went back to focusing on the matter at hand - Na Ra.

"Should we continue doing this? What if we end up making her mad?" Bambam asked.

"I feel like she would have left by now if she didn't want to answer any more questions so I think it is okay. Just what should we ask her is the question," Mark stated, making a good point. They all sat in silence, trying to think of a question when Jackson suddenly raised his hand, as if he had to be called on before speaking. We all looked at him and waited for him to speak.

"How do we really know if she is telling the truth? What if she is lying to us?" He brought his hand back down after making another point. The others, taking his words into consideration, started to doubt what the ghost was telling them but I of course knew better. "She could really be...a demon or something. Maybe we should stop-"

"No." Junior said, talking for the first time since we had started this. "I believe her. I think it would be wrong of us to doubt her. We should just find out what we can and then decided from there." That surprised me to be honest. I glanced up at Na Ra to see that she was surprised too. And that she was also...is she blushing?

"Okay, if you believe that then we should just finish what we started. So Na Ra, how long have you been here?" Youngjae questioned, making Na Ra focus back on what was before us. I watched her move the planchette that we were holding to slowly spell out 1 MONTH. I already knew everything that happened but I kept quiet, trying to be as surprised as the other members.

"So you died about a month ago then? No wonder this house was so cheap..." Jaebum mumbled once again, probably piecing multiple things together at this point.

"Were you...murdered?" Jackson carefully asked, probably afraid that she would feel offended by the question. But she seemed unfazed. She moved our focus to the YES on the board. I could feel the whole room get silent.

"That is horrible," Mark stated. The others seemed to be in a similar state of mind as they looked blank - as if trying to understand what they really just asked.

"I want to ask what happened, but I feel like-" Before BamBam could finish, the planchette moved again and word by word, Na Ra spelled out the word ROBBERY.

"So they were robbing the place and they killed you in the process?" Junior reworded, trying to be cautious with this delicate situation. I glanced up at Na Ra to see that her goofy smile from before was gone and she just looked...blank. She moved the planchette over to YES. She looked up and our eyes met. I gave her a small smile trying to convey to her that everything was okay and she gave me a small one back.

"I-I'm so sorry Na Ra," Jackson said, starting to tear up.

"Are you crying?" Mark asked, trying not to laugh at his current state.

"N-no! I j-just got something in my eye," He played off, rubbing his hands at the creases under his eyes so we wouldn't see the tears.

"Aww he feels bad. I feel so loved!" Na Ra said, trying to liven up the atmosphere once again. I laughed a little at her comment as she moved to Jackson, looking at him. She reached for his shoulder as if he telling him it was okay but she stopped short. She then pulled her hand back as if reluctant to touch him. She then went back to the board to move the planchette to what she wanted to say.

"It's...okay." Youngjae spoke, saying the words aloud that Na Ra had spelled out.

"So are you stuck here then? Can you leave?" Jaebum suddenly asked, trying to change to a less touchy subject. She moved the planchette to YES and then NO, answering both questions.

"Weird," BamBam looked just as confused as the others, trying to figure out why. "Is there anyway you will be able to leave?" The planchette moved to YES once more.

"Really? Is it difficult?" Junior questioned. Na Ra took a little longer to answer this time. But she just moved to YES once more.

"Maybe we can help!" Jackson piped, no longer upset as he was earlier. I glanced up to see that Na Ra was starting to get nervous. She avoided my gaze as I tried to understand why. Instead she moved the planchette to NO.

"No? Do you not want our help then?" Mark asked. Na Ra seemed to get more and more nervous at the questions. Why doesn't she want our help? But the only answer we got was NO. We all stopped and pondered then.

"Well... if she doesn't want our help guys there is nothing we can do," Jaebum added on.

"I don't see why. Unless it is something dangerous or something we can't do then I can't understand why she won't let us help her. Does she not trust us?" BamBam said, trying to rake through his brain searching for answers.

"Maybe not. I mean we just met her today. Maybe we should give it time. Obviously she isn't going anywhere and neither are we so maybe we can learn to trust one another eventually." I finally spoke, trying to convey what I thought Na Ra might be thinking. They all seemed taken back by my answer.

"I didn't even think about that," Mark whispered.

"If only we could see her. Then maybe we could get some more answers," Jackson added on.

"Can we see you Na Ra?" Junior suddenly asked, seeming a little eager at the question. Na Ra's head turned to look at him in surprise. But she glanced back at me, our eyes locking once more. She moved the planchette to spell out NOT YET. She moved her head to look at me once more.

"I can't yet Yugyeom. I am not comfortable with that yet. Until then, I am only going to let you see me okay?" She smiled slightly, making me feel a little flustered at her comment. I just stared at her and before I could even say anything else she vanished, blowing at all the candles along with her.

"Woah," I said, taken by surprise.

"Well, I think she is gone. Do you think we scared her off?" BamBam asked as he went over to turn on the lights in the house, shocked to see that the power was back on.

"Maybe. But we will hear from her again. She is still here so we will talk to her again sooner or later." Youngjae answered. "But that is enough weirdness for me for one night. I am going to bed."

"Me too."

"Same."

We all cleaned up the board and put it away, feeling a little different than before. I knew of the situation before they did but seeing how spooked they were, I could relate. The whole situation was a little more than weird.

I climbed up the stairs to my room and was a little saddened to see that Na Ra was not up here. I had hoped to talk to her about all of this afterwards but I guess she wanted to be alone for the rest of the night. I sighed and quickly changed for bed. I climbed under my covers and slowly sank into my crappy mattress.

I tried to fall asleep but I couldn't stop thinking about Na Ra. She has had so many horrible things happen to her and she can't move on because of something or someone. And I am going to find out what and help her, whether she wants me to or not.

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