#and dante and boccaccio are gonna be there alot

[diminie-s-tokki]

omg… dunno… this is not proof read, it’s past 1 am and i’m too tired to thoroughly  think about this, i’m gonna regert thia tomorrow. buuuut… here’s my kinda ghost au. more like i-see-ghosts-and-i-m-a-nerd-and-i-have-the-biggest-of-the-crushes-on-you-and-my-ghost-friends-already-ship-us-together- au 

-You should approach him. You know… it’s a possibility, it could work.- she paused briefly, he knew she was observing him but Jimin didn’t let that bother him too much, focusing on the blank page staring back at him, the dim light working against him.

 -At least it did back in my times.- she then added, lowly, like it was just an afterthought, left there, hanging in the air between the two of them.

 Jimin didn’t even spare her a look, too busy with the chaos of his own notes, trying to decipher what they were originally supposed to be, but that task revealed itself to be harder than the human had previously believed to be. 

It had felt like a good enough idea that morning, going to the library in the evening and trying to be a productive member of the society. Apparently, that wasn’t his thing because he had been sitting, more like crouching, in a poorly lit corner of the library for hours now, carefully hidden by several rows of shelves, back pressed against a wall and legs bent, so far from everyone else that the sounds of the chattering struggled to reach him, and nothing had came out of that. 

Nothing that wasn't a familiar ache pressing at his temples and the growing irritation, oh and… yeah… few funny looking… flowers, he wasn’t really sure about that one, doodled at the bottom of the white page of his new notebook. 

-Com’on Jiminie, it pains my heart to see you pining like this.- her voice resounded truly concerned to his hears and he knew Hayi meant well, she was a kind soul after all and had been by his side for long enough to know the boy better than anyone else, but she what she was and Jimin knew that there were some things she simply couldn't understand. Like the never spoken rule to not mingle with people that were obviously out of one’s league. 

Jimin knew it sounded really bad, and to date he hadn’t found the right words to explain her how it worked, but he knew that it was never going to work her way. 

He was a simple, anonymous nerd, nothing special. 

Nothing someone from another department, a way cooler one, could find interest in.

-You’re just going to keep ignoring me like that?- the boy had the decency to smile sheepishly at her, he was sure that back to her times she was a presence no one would’ve ever dared to ignore, he was sure she had been blessed with the loveliest features even back then. 

The human felt sorry for no being an entertaining company for her at the moment, but Jimin wasn’t really feeling like talking, breaking the silence that had found its place around them, and then maybe gain someone’s attention. 

That surely wasn’t something he was willing to go through, he hated the embarrassed smiles and weird looks. 

Jimin got it, of course he did, to anyone else he would appear like carrying on a conversation with himself, which was just too much to handle for the majority of the population.

 It was no one’s fault that lost souls were able to be heard by him. It was no one’s fault, just something he had learned to deal with along the way. 

Hayi huffed loudly by his side, she was sitting graciously with her legs bent and hands smothering the folds of her wearings, the gree of the wonsam jarred strongly with the penumbra surrounding them, the color was bright as if it didn’t need light to be seen, always there, vivid and eternal, Jimin’s eyes fell on her chest, there were a dark stain painted the silk crimson.

The human felt a knot tying his throat, just like every other time, he couldn’t have the certainty of why Hayi was wearing a wonsam when she had died, but something always clenched his chest and made it hard to breathe, a pain that wasn’t his blooming in his chest, sharp and burning.

-Jimin…- this time he looked up at her, gladly welcoming the distraction from his saddening thoughts and then gave up on his notes, closed the notebook with a quick move and threw his pencils and everything in the gray bag he had tossed not far from where he was sitting.

When everything had been putted away he rose his gaze to her, smiling softly, encouraging her to keep going with whatever it was she wanted to tell him.

-I know there are things i don’t quite understand. But there are also things that you don’t quite understand.- he was still looking at her and he found himself smiling, she was right, they both knew, but that was something beyond his control.

There were always going to be things he wouldn’t understand.

Clapping his hands on his knees he got up, taking his bag from the ground and waiting for Hayi to follow him through the shelves. His mind already travelling to the path that was going to take him, them, home.

They were nearing the more crowded area of the big library when the soul started humming a melody, something low and sweet that made something warm bloom in the boy. It reminded him the lullabies his mother sang him, when he was scared and didn’t know who those people following him where. His mother had always been the only one believing him, comforting the scared kid until he had learned to not fear the unknown, learned how to face and welcome it. 

Jimin turned his head before turning a corner, smiling at her thankfully, knowing she was doing that on purpose, to soothe his mind, she knew it was starting to change into a dangerous trap, just like it always did when it came to face people, strangers that made up a far scarier entity than the ghosts.

It worked, Jimin let the tune lull him and distract his worrying mind, following the rhythmical sound he turned to face the main hall of the library, his eyes scanning the space automatically, before he could even order them not to. 

It was a circular space surrounded by high shelves, the colorful covers of the books greeting him. Few people were there, Jimin assumed it had gotten later that he had originally thought, the chatter was no longer filling the air, and the boy allowed himself to walk through the narrow space among desks, deeming it safe enough. There was no need to hide himself among the darker corridors once again.

Hayi was still humming behingìd him, following him, having his back, he knew that she was still there, yet the urge to turn became too hard to fight, the discomfort growing in him, the need to make sure that she was there pushed him to turn. 

Jimin let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding, the green silks of her clothes were as bright as always, the raven hair shining under the light, she felt so real, alive, to him. The boy wished he could reach out and take her hand, to feel her.

He was turning to face ahead once more when his thigh hit something, a hiss left his lips before he could hold it back.  Jimin could feel the flames rising to his cheeks, the blood rushing and blooming crimson. Something fell on the ground with a loud thump, it echoed in the library, mockingly spreading the aftermaths of his clumsiness.

Jimin stopped, feeling like frozen, unable to move. 

Thousands of words rushing in his mind but none making it through his throat, past the barrier of his mouth.

It wasn’t his fault though, there were two dark holes looking back at him, and like all the black holes those ones mercilessly took everything in, forcing Jimin to drown in them and get lost. The boy could only feel the loud beats of his hears, it raced and was all his ears could hear, for a second he feared the sound could’ve been echoing in the library just like the sound of the falling book, exposing him to everyone else in there.

Yet he couldn’t bring himself to tear his eyes from those dark holes, they were staring at him, claiming all his attention for themselves. 

What broke it was a discrete sound, a low clearing of throat coming from behind him, Hayi, probably. 

He didn’ t turn to check, blinking few times, shaking off whatever had fallen upon him.

Jimin lowered his gaze, too scared to get trapped again, and there it was, a thick red book, one of the corners of the rigid cover was slightly damaged and Jimin mentally apologised, foolishly hoping it hadn’t been his fault.

 Never letting his eyes leave the red cover he lowered to gather it, a shiver running down his spine as his fingers met the cold pavement. 

A part of him knew that he had to put the book on the desk, but another, stupid, part of him held it tight against his chest, forcing his eyes to rise and meet the other’s face.

Jungkook was staring at him and for some weird reason Jimin believed his eyes had never stopped observing him.

-I’m sorry.- the words didn’t feel like his own, he hadn't planned on saying anything, too scared to do so. But now Jungkook was politely smiling at him and Jimin could feel something in him… melt.

 -That’s alright.- he said, smile, somehow, never leaving his lips, voice deep and making Jimin want to just close his eyes and savour it. He knew it was weird, he did, but Jungkook’s voice had always had his heart and nothing could have been done for that.

They stared silently at each other without feeling the need to fix it, the silence felt good, peaceful, right. Jimin wished he could just sit and stay there, enjoy the coming night in the other’s presence.

Jungkook broke it after long moments.

-You gonna take that one?- 

Jimin didn’t understand what he meant by that, his eyebrows furrowing before he noticed where Jungkook’s eyes had fallen on. 

It was his chest, or better, the red thick book he was firmly holding against his sternum. 

Jimin could feel the red blossom on his cheeks once more, but he managed to shake his head no and hand it over to Jungkook, his eyes grasping a word before the book was out of his eyesight.

 Inferno. 

He looked for the meaning in his mind but nothing came and the confusion must’ve been evident on his face because he heard a low chuckle coming from Jungkook.

-That’s Dante’s Inferno. He described hell… I’d dare to say… very colorfully.- A smirk fell on his lips and Jimin felt his knees go weak, like they were made of watery jelly. 

That was the time to say something smart, he knew it, but his mind had gone blank all of sudden and nothing smart was to be found in there. So all that came out was a low ‘hmm’, which could’ve been interpreted in thousands of different ways.

 Jimin mentally facepalmed at his own stupidity.

-You know… it says there are only nine fractions, circles, in the hell, but that’s not actually true. There are way more parts it’s divided into, weird isn’t it?- Jimin couldn’t understand it, the reason behind Jungkook still talking to him, it was far beyond his comprehension, but greatly welcomed, it felt like a blessing, but also like some cruel joke.

He instinctively turned, looking for Hayi, for reassurance, but she was nowhere to be found. She… she had left him. Jimin could feel panic rise in him, but before it could take over Jungkook spoke again, saving him from his own mind and not even knowing it.

-I’m sorry, I’m sure you don’t want to hear any of that.- he was wearing a cute embarrassed smile and Jimin found himself mirroring it and then, surprisingly, he spoke.

-What if I want to though?- 

And God. What those words brought him was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. 

Jungkook was smiling brightly at him, excitation shaping his features and eyes shining. They were no longer dark holes, but a starry sky shining back at him.