#the ghost in apartment 1403

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Kim Namjoon

☆ The Ghost in Apartment 1403 series by @notsoguiltykpop | Ghost AU, Supernatural AU, Roommate AU? | ?k

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☆ la vie en bonsai by @jungshookz | S2F2L Neighbours AU, Baker AU | 38k

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Kim Seokjin

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Min Yoongi

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Kim Taehyung

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Jeon Jungkook

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[notsoguiltykpop]

Ahhh I just finished ghost in apartment 1403 and it was so good. The ending had me shook and it’s been a while since a fic has been able to actually surprise me. I know it’s technically completed but I think it would be cool if you did a funny chapter where namjoon met hoseok but of course you don’t have to :)

Thank you so so much!! I really appreciate you sending this

It was weird to be back in his old apartment building, Namjoon thought as he stepped into the elevator. He’d avoided it for quite some time now, though he couldn’t quite explain why even to himself. Taehyung thought it might have to do with trauma from all the walls he floated through, and while Namjoon admitted that might be a contributing factor, it wasn’t exactly right. 

There was something about the whole place that made him think about the time with you–the arguments, the laughter, and the heartache that came with it. Maybe he feared that if he went back there, those memories would be tarnished, altered, or–worst of all–perhaps he would realize that nothing in his actual apartment was the way he remembered it. What would that mean? That the connection he had with you was really all in his head? Or that it never happened at all?

Yes, that was probably why he’d avoided it so long. Every day, the memories of his time spent as a spirit felt more like a dream and less like something that happened, though he could still remember it so clearly. 

The elevator ping’d, and Namjoon took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he leaned back against the wall. The doors opened, but he wasn’t ready to move just yet.

“So… are you going down, or were you planning to just stand there all day?” A familiar voice interrupted Namjoon’s contemplation, and he opened his eyes to fix the intruder with a glare. 

“I’m getting out, calm down, Hoseok,” He muttered without thinking. The other man tilted his head to the side, crossing his arms in thought. 

“You look familiar, but I don’t think I know you,” He said after a moment, and Namjoon pushed himself off the back wall to step out of the elevator. 

“No, you don’t,” Namjoon grumbled. “But I certainly know you a lot better than I’d care to.” 

Hoseok blinked slowly. “Seriously, how do we know each other?” Namjoon sighed, starting to step past Hoseok only to be stopped by an arm blocking his way. “There’s this… Familiar feeling about you… Something about your aura…” 

“Ugh, don’t start that,” Namjoon cut in quickly. “I used to live across the hall from you. I’m Namjoon.”

“Nam–The ghost Namjoon?” Hoseok’s eyes widened in understanding. “Holy–so what Y/n said is true? You’re really back from the dead? Woah, I mean–this changes everything! Are all ghosts really just people having out of body experiences? Astral projections? I wonder how many other people this has happened to…”

Namjoon couldn’t help but chuckle. He didn’t have any answers for Hoseok, nor was he particularly interested in guessing. “No clue, but Hoseok… I think I owe you an apology, since you’re here. I’m sorry for calling you weird and making fun of your attempt at an exorcism–” 

“I didn’t know you did that,” Hoseok cut in with a frown, and Namjoon realized that you must not have conveyed that part of what Namjoon said to the other man. Namjoon had been far too busy complaining to notice either way at the time. 

“Uh, forget I said that, then,” Namjoon laughed awkwardly, rubbing his neck and avoiding Hoseok’s eyes. “Look, the point is, I should have been more grateful to you. It actually meant a lot that someone who couldn’t see or hear me believed I was there. So… ya’know… Thank you for that.”

“Hey, no worries,” Hoseok smiled, mirth dancing in his eyes. “But, if you wanted to do something to make it up to me, you could tell me about your experience as a spirit in detail. It might help me help other spirits.”

Namjoon only hesitated for a moment before nodding somewhat reluctantly. “Sure, why not?”

Hoseok’s grin widened and he threw an arm around Namjoon’s shoulders happily, beginning to pull him down the hall back towards his old apartment. “Great. How about we start now? You’re here to see Y/n, right? It’ll be fun for all three of us to hang out together. I’ll order pizza,” He said the last part as if it were a bribe to keep Namjoon from backing out, but there really was no need. 

“Pizza sounds great,” Namjoon agreed, but his smile faded slightly as he gazed at the door in front of him. 

“What, you nervous?” Hoseok asked, a slight teasing lilt to his voice. 

“No,” Namjoon shot back.

“Then why don’t you knock?” Hoseok pressed, and another glance in his direction told Namjoon just how amused the other man was. 

“Ugh, shut up, I’m going to!” 

“Then do it already!” Hoseok urged, nudging him forward. 

“God, you’re so impatient,” Namjoon snapped as the door was opened. You stood there, one eyebrow raised, looking between them. 

“Were you two planning to just stand outside my apartment arguing all day?” You asked, clearly not expecting an answer. “Seriously, what the hell?”

Hoseok cleared his throat and looked away, while Namjoon tried to explain that it “wasn’t his fault.” 

“Whatever,” You scoffed, shaking your head. “Come in, both of you. But I swear, if you two can’t be nice, I’ll kick you right back out.” 

“I’m nice…” Hoseok muttered, following you into the apartment. Namjoon chewed his lip, stepping in after them. It suddenly felt rather silly that he’d avoided the apartment for so long–what was he afraid of, really? What was on the other side of the threshold didn’t matter because whatever it was that happened all those months ago was real–whether it was in Namjoon’s head or not. 

“Hoseok say’s he’s buying pizza, so I’ll call Tae, Yoongi and Jungkook to come over, and you call Seokjin!” Namjoon announced, smiling at Hoseok’s protests as you nodded and grabbed your cell. 

“I think I might have liked it better when I couldn’t hear you,” Hoseok said dryly, but Namjoon could tell he wasn’t as annoyed as he tried to appear. 

The door to apartment 1403 closed quietly behind Namjoon, without much ceremony or care as Namjoon began teasing Hoseok that he definitely wasn’t letting him out of paying.

[meginoi-writes]

Restart My Heart - Chapter 5

Surprise! I'm not dead! Well...it's been a while but i've finally come back to finish this.

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Pairing: Prinxiety / Logicality

Words: 1403

Warnings: Feelings of anxiety (please let me know if you need anything tagged!)

Virgil sighed, running a hand through his hair. What he’d done was wrong, he knew that, deep down he did.

But the country had to come first, right?

No. He realised. It really, really didn’t. He had countless aides who he trusted would oversee the day to day runnings for him if he only opened his mouth and asked. Logan would oversee them if he asked. But, only he could create those special times with Roman. When was the last time they’d just spent a quiet night in together, binging netflix until they both fell asleep on the sofa? When was the last time they’d spent time with each other that wasn’t rushed hadn't been cut short by a later engagement or emergency that in the end could have waited another hour or two? He couldn’t remember. That was shameful in itself.

Now all that tension had bubbled over. Roman had fled the room, eyes brimming with unshed tears.

And Virgil was the only one to blame.

The rising shame of his actions skittered along his skin, bringing with it that horrifying wave of panicked nausea that reared its ugly head when you knew you’d done something wrong. It was a feeling Virgil was unfortunately familiar with, but one he hadn’t felt since he’d left his old hellhole of a school and met Roman.

The inane chatter of his advisors faded into the background. Everything they had been discussing before now seemed trivial, irrelevant. Virgil could feel Logan’s gaze burning into the side of his head, bringing with it a fresh wave of shame.

How could he have done that? Since when did this matter more than Roman? Since when did anything matter more than Roman? Virgil sighed inaudibly, letting his head hang limply. Pointedly avoiding Logan’s stare. God, he’d messed up so badly.

He knew as soon as he got out of this never ending meeting he’d be getting one of Logan’s lectures, that was inevitable. Then he could go see Roman and try and fix this mess he’d caused. Yet, he couldn’t bring himself to end this ceaseless drivel with a mere wave of his hand.

Why? Because that would mean facing up to his mistakes. It would mean being berated by Logan for being so idiotic and careless. It would mean banging on his own bedroom door, begging and pleading with Roman to let him in so they could just talk . It would mean swallowing his own pride and admitting he has been an idiot. Admitting he’d been weak. And that wasn’t something a ruler could be.

And so he sat there, ashamedly picked it his fingernails as his aides droned on and the intensity of Logan’s gaze increased every moment he didn’t make a move towards that damn door.

The voices of his advisers went numb to his ears. They slipped into the background, allowing him to helplessly slip into his own mind with its never ending whirlpool of anxious thoughts. His eyes glazed over, staring subconsciously at the wall as the memory of Roman running from the room endlessly repeated behind his eyes. “That’s it. I’m staging an intervention,” Logan announced from his left, cutting through the white noise in Virgil’s head while interrupting a particularly riveting conversation on tax rates. He stood, grabbing Virgil’s wrist and yanking him up onto shocked and unprepared legs. “His highness has more important business to attend to.”

Virgil almost tumbled to the floor as Logan practically threw him out into the hallway. “What was that?” Logan demanded, arms crossed and eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “What was what? You’re the one who decided to pull me out here.” “Don’t play dumb with me, Virgil. You know that’s never worked. Why were you still sitting in there when you should have bolted out that door after Roman?” Virgil sighed, his shoulders slumping as his gaze drifted to the tiled floor. “I messed up, Logan, i know that. I just...what if he hates me now? I wouldn’t blame him.” “Virgil,” Logan started. “You know i’ve never been the best at this… emotional business,” he gestured between the two of them. “But the one thing I do know is if you don’t go after him you’re making a mistake. If that had been Patton bursting in there I would have been out the door quicker than you can say infinitesimal. If he doesn’t want to speak to you, give him time. At least you can say you’ve tried.” Virgil nodded, his eyes lifting to lock with Logan’s as he gave him a sad smile. “Thanks, Lo.”

“You’re very welcome. Now, go fix things. I can take care of business here,” Logan replied, stepping back and slipping back inside the meeting room.

Virgil turned, wringing his hands together. It was now or never. Glancing one last time at the door, as though Logan was still there to push him forward, he pivoted and took off towards his private quarters.

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Back in the room, things weren’t going much better.

Roman paced, his breath coming out in short, distressed huffs. His hands were buried in his hair, gripping the strands as though he could pull the negative thoughts straight out of his head. As though that would make everything better. Why did he ever think this would work out? Nothing worked out for him. Ever since that first fencing lesson it had all been destined to fall apart, and he was powerless to stop it. He was so stupid, too caught up in planning their wedding to realise that Virgil was losing interest in him. That must have been it, wasn’t it? The only explanation for the missed date nights, the late nights spent in meetings he could easily miss. The aids could handle everything inconsequential, the only reason for him to be there would be… If he was avoiding him.

Another sob wrenched itself from his throat. He had never felt so wretched in his whole life. If only- A frantic knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. “C’mon Ro, open up. It’s me.”

Roman backed away from the door, fixing it with a wide eyed stare as though it had been set on fire. His back hit the window, casting his shadow across the carpeted floor in the late afternoon light. “Just leave me alone!”

“I’m sorry, Roman, I really am. Please just open the door and we can talk about this.” What was there to talk about? The way he’d embarrassed him? How the advisers had turned him away, like a misbehaving child? How Virgil had looked so damn ashamed of him?  

Roman strode toward the door and wrenched it open. “What is there to talk about?” He seethed, “You seemed pretty unwilling to talk to me in there, when others are around. Is that it? Am i your dirty little secret? Or are you just here to tell me that it’s over? To just make up an excuse to save face and get out while you still can.”

Virgil looked stunned. “Roman… I came to apologise. I shouldn’t have treated you that way and I know that.  Why would you think that i’m here to leave you?”

Roman visibly deflated, his eyes filling up with tears as he turned and made his way to sit gingerly on the edge of the couch. Soft footsteps then the slight depression of the couch were the only clues that Virgil had followed him into the room.

“C’mon Ro, talk to me.” “It’s just...you’ve been so distant lately. It’s like dating a ghost. Pat told me to talk to you about it, and that’s exactly what I was going to do but… things didn’t exactly go to plan.”

The silence that followed covered the room like a blanket, the air tuning thick and stuffy. It stretched on and on, until Roman was questioning if Virgil was going to speak again at all. “I’m so sorry Roman. I should have listened to you, it was wrong of me to turn you away like that. From now on, i’m going to make an effort to be around more. Nothing should come before you and I lost sight of that. I’m sorry.”

Roman turned to Virgil with a watery gaze. “You really mean that.”

Virgil smiled, reaching out and taking Roman’s hand in his. “I promise, and I'm gonna make it up to you. Starting now.”

[3rdstreetboss]

On The Shores of Kalahira.

“I cannot forget you. That is what humans say. With us, it is a state called ‘tu-fira’: lost in another.”

“I love you. If all else whispers back into the tide, know this for fact. By grace given me by the Goddess Arashu, I bid her divine protection to you, my warrior-angel, my Siha, to succeed in your destiny. To light your path through the coming darkness. To give you hope, when all seems lost. I will await you across the sea.”

- Shepard didn’t fear death after Thane left her. Death was her only chance at seeing him again.

Rating: General Audiences Tags: Spoilers for Mass Effect 3 Pairing: Thane Krios/Female Shepard Word Count: 1403

Read it on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9283676

[ Just a quick one shot! Thanks to anyone who decides to read! ]

Below the cut!

Shepard huffed, Garrus slung over her shoulders. He limped beside her as she ran as fast as she could with supporting a turian.

"Don't you dare leave me, Garrus. You're gonna survive this. You're gonna go home to Palaven and see Solana and her new baby. You're gonna marry Tali and... just live. Please, Garrus." She feels him chuckle in response, nodding his head. She drags him just a little further. She just needed to get him to the ship. She needed to get him safe. 

" 'Course, Shepard. Wouldn't dream of disappointing you." Garrus flinches and stumbled just a little. His armor is stained with blue Turian blood, and theres so much, and its so fresh and Shepard cannot delay any longer. She uses all her strength she can muster and breaks into a dead sprint, practically carrying Garrus.

The stomp of her boot on the ramp to the Normandy is drowned out by all the other loud, deafening noises. "Take him!" she yells, pushing Garrus into the arms of a waiting crew member. 

"Shepard!"

"Go!" Shepard violently points to the ship behind him and she looks at him, one last time. She mapping the planes of his face. This was her friend, her teammate, her brother. She'd loved him for so long, given him everything she could. She'd given him the love her family deserved, given him her time, and her words. In return, he'd given her the same love he gave Solana, his trust, his undying loyalty. He was the family she never had, and she loved him for it.

"Shepard, I love you..." He'd yelled out for her in such a desperate way, and she realized the heat  down her cheeks were tears. She was crying, because she was afraid she'd never see him again. "Come back to us, Shepard. Please!" She gave him a solid nod and turned her back to him. 

This was it. Her entire family was on her ship, and she was alone, like she had been at the beginning. But she loved them, and they all knew it. Her last wish, however, had been to see Thane one last time.

Shepard was drowning. She could feel the water fill her lungs as she inhaled. It burned her insides and then she was on fire, roasting from the inside out. She was burning and drowning at the same time and she couldn't stop it. This was her death. She was dying, she had to be.

Getting spaced was more painful than this, oddly enough, and it was so definite. She couldn't think about anything except the fact that she was freezing and suffocation. She didn't have time to think before he death the last time, like she did now. 

Right now, she wished she had an eidetic memory, so that she could remember and relive every moment she could with her crew, her team, Thane. She wished she;d had more time with him, and that he had gotten more time with his son. She wished she had gotten more time to get to know Kolyat, even after his father's death. He was a good kid and deserved more. Thane didn't deserve to die and Kolyat deserved a normal life. 

Her entire crew deserved normal lives. She'd dragged them all to this fiery black hole with her for so many years. Garrus was C-Sec, he could have done so more. Hell, he could have been the Primarch on Palaven. Mordin would still be alive if it hadn't been for her. She'd told him to release the cure but if she hadn't destroyed the Krogan breeding facility on Virmire, he'd still be alive. Tali, she felt most guilty about. She could have finished her pilgrimage and lived happy. Maybe she could have saved her father, and stayed on the flotilla with her family.

But Shepard ruined everything. She always had.

Her lungs contracted and she wanted to scream. She couldn't feel her legs anymore, and her chest grew numb. She couldn't  move, she couldn't open her eyes, and she couldn't think about anything except that she was dying, suffering. And soon, she felt nothing. She couldn't feel her lungs struggle for breath, or the fire in her head. Shepard was gone.

It seemed like a long time she'd laid there, unfeeling, unbreathing, unmoving.

Like a wave, a rush of unknown, she could feel. 

She inhaled a deep, gasping breath, and it didn't hurt. She couldn't open her eyes, but at least she could breath. She could feel her toes when she wiggled then, feel her fingers when she made a fist. 

She was in water, floating just above the sand that rubbed against her back. The water was warm, peaceful, and quiet. She'd had been there forever if it wasn't for the bright sun causing bright colors to dance behind her eyelids. She sat up slowly, opening her eyes gently to adjust to the brightness around her. She was in the ocean, she knew that much. She dug her toes in the wet sand beneath the water, relishing the soft feeling. The air was fresh, and Shepard took a relaxing deep breath... something she hadn't done in a long time.

Sitting in the sand, peacefully, surrounded by quiet, gave Shepard a different perspective. Her life had been so stressful, chaotic, violent, disastrous. For a long time, she'd never known peace and quiet. Not since Mindoir, and from there Akuze, Elysium, Torfan. She'd never been relaxed in her entire life. She'd lost so much in such a short amount of time, and she'd still kept it all from falling apart. 

And now she was on an empty beach, in shorts and a tank top. She rose to her feet slowly, water drops sliding down her skin. Her hair was still in its bun, which dripped down her neck. As she scanned the horizon, looking out across the forest of sand and palm trees, she spots a figure. It's so familiar that a pang runs through her heart.

The shores of Kalahira...

Thane.

Shepard breaks into a dead run, water splashing up around her. The figure develops shape, and she knows its him, she can tell. This was her final place... here, with her lover. 

She stops short, right in front of Thane. Her eyes swell with tears as she takes in everything. His eyes, the texture of his beautiful skin.  He's finally real again, not just a ghost.

"Siha." Thane whispers. She falters at the sound of his voice, and she starts to cry, burying her face in the crook of his neck. She hadn't heard his voice in a long time. His real voice, at least. She had the recording Kolyat had given her, but it was never the same. "You got my letter." She laugh, his thumb coming up to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

"Of course I did. I..." She looks down at her toes digging into the sand, taking a deep breath. "I put it on paper, kept it in my armor. It made me feel close to you, like you were right beside me once again." She sighed, resting against his chest, arms wrapped around each other.

"I am always right here, siha. Forever." He rests his head against her, breathing in deeply. Shepard instinctively waits for his cough, waits to him close as he struggles to breathe. He doesn't. He breathes freely, calmly. She closes her eyes, listening to his chest. She had everything she needed from now on, right in her arms. They stand in silence for a few moments before Thane speaks again. "And Kai Leng?" He asks it gently and quietly. Maybe he thinks it'll anger her.

"Dead. He tried to kill me. I broke his blade, and then I killed him. I shouldn't have, I know that now, but I couldn't stop myself." She crying again, he body shaking. Thane holds her tightly, shushing her gently. "I had more time with you, and he took from us, from Kolyat."

"Siha..." Thane slips a hand along her jaw, tilting her head to look at him. "You are here with me now, and we have time. We have all of time. We have forever." He presses his lips firmly to her. This was tu-fira, Shepard finally understood what it was like to completely and utterly love someone, to be lost in another.

They had forever, thank the goddess Kalahira.

[notsoguiltykpop]

The Ghost in Apartment 1403 pt9

Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Angst, supernatural, fluff, humor

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times.

Short summary;

Namjoon was a (relatively speaking) normal music producer moving up in the world–until he became a ghost. With no memory of what happened, and no idea what he’s doing still on earth, he haunts his old apartment–consequently bothering its new inhabitant (who also happens to be the only person who can see or hear him).

Part 1, 2 , 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

Credits: Loosely inspired by the movie “Just Like Heaven”

You weren’t sure when Namjoon left the apartment, but when you returned home from work, he was nowhere to be found. For a horrible moment, you thought maybe he had moved on; though, you weren’t sure why that bothered you so much. 

Maybe it was because he was the first friend you had made in a while, even if he was a pain in the butt most of the time. Or perhaps it was because then you wouldn’t have anyone to rant to at the end of the day as you kicked off your shoes once he was gone. Whatever it was, you knew that if he ever left, it wasn’t going to be an easy adjustment to make.

But he wasn’t gone gone. If someone had asked you how you knew, you wouldn’t have been able to put it into words how, but you knew that he was still somewhere--even if he wasn’t in the same apartment as you. 

There was something about Namjoon that made you start eating a bit better when he was around, probably because he judged with a raised eyebrow and a frown when you only ate a poptart for dinner. So seeing as he wasn’t there, you pulled out a bag of popcorn from the pantry and threw it in the microwave before searching the freezer for ice cream. You found an empty container, and if you weren’t sure that Namjoon wasn’t capable of consuming anything, you might have accused him of eating it.

You shook your head at yourself--it was like you forgot that he was a ghost sometimes. It didn’t help anything that he seemed so solid most of the time. As long as you didn’t try to touch him, it was as though you were in the room with any other person.

You were pulled from your thoughts by a knock on the door, and you frowned as you tossed the empty carton of ice cream in the trash. Seokjin was out of town for a week, so it couldn’t be him. The only other person you could think of that might want to talk to you in person at this time of night was Hoseok, but you told him the previous day that the exorcism was off, so there wasn’t a reason for him to be there either. 

You opened the door, ready to tell whoever it was to go away, and came face-to-face with a very obviously drunk Jungkook. You slammed the door before he had a chance to say anything, pressing your back against it. How did he know where you lived? And why was he there? 

Another knock fell on the wood, but it didn’t sound angry. “Naaamjooon. I need to talk to you, d’you have a minute?” Jungkooks words were slurred, but not so much so that you couldn’t figure out what he was saying. 

“Uh. Namjoon isn’t here right now.” You called back after a second. Jungkook didn’t remember that Namjoon was dead, that this wasn’t his apartment anymore, you realized. He thought that his friend still lived there, and his visit had nothing to do with you. 

“D’you know when he’ll be back?” Jungkook asked politely, though still quite drunkenly. 

“Not for a while.” You didn’t know what else to say. How could you tell him that one of his best friends, someone he idolized, was dead? You couldn’t. You tried for a moment, and no sound came out of your mouth. 

“I’ll just wait here then, thank you.” 

You looked out the peephole (you weren’t sure why you didn’t think of using it before) to see that he had taken a seat on the ground, legs outstretched in front of him. “Do you have someone you can call?” You asked, still not willing to open the door.

“I could call Namjoon again, but he hasn’t been picking up his phone.” Jungkook replied. That was it. You couldn’t keep hiding behind a door and leave him sitting there. It wasn’t right, and you knew it would probably be best if he wasn’t there when Namjoon got back.

You opened the door slowly, peaking out at him before stepping into the hall. He looked up at you blearily, blinking as though to clear his head. “You.” He said flatly. You had hoped that he wouldn’t recognize you, because maybe then he wouldn’t remember that Namjoon was gone. “So you even stole his apartment, huh?” 

“What? No. Jungkook, what’s going on?” You knelt down beside him. Something had changed. The last time you spoke to him, he had left smiling at you as though you were old friends. Now he looked at you more like you were old enemies than anything else. 

“Why would you do that?” He asked, eyes brimming with tears. “Why would you steal Namjoons music? He worked so hard on it, too hard for you to take it away.” 

“Jungkook, I can explain...” You started, though you really couldn’t. You had no idea how he had even found out about it at first, but now that you were thinking about it, you supposed it was inevitable. He was in the music industry, of course he would hear every new artist’s music and name, including “Rap Monster,” whose music had gotten quite popular despite the fact that there was no face to the name. 

“Sure. I’d love to hear you explain why you’d lie to me about high school. Oh, and don’t leave out the part where you never even knew Namjoon.”

You reached a hand out to him, but dropped it before it got to his shoulder. “Jungkook...” You sighed. “I’m so sorry. For everything. But don’t you think that Namjoon would have wanted his music to be heard? Or do you think he would have preferred it if the songs he worked so tirelessly on sat on his old laptop forever?” 

There was a pause before Jungkook said anything in response. “I think I’m gonna puke.” He announced. 

You ended up taking Jungkook inside, mostly so you could find him a clean shirt (you were fairly sure that you still had an old tshirt you stole from Seokjin somewhere). He curled up on your couch with your bag of popcorn, still intoxicated, but it was wearing off slowly. 

“Here.” You held out Seokjins shirt to him, and he took it after a moment. He still looked at you as though hoping that his eyes would set you on fire, but he also seemed significantly calmer. 

“Thanks.” He said as he pulled it on. “And sorry about your mat outside.” 

You shook your head. “It was ugly anyway.” You sat next to him, careful to give him plenty of room. “Do you have someone you can call?” You asked again. 

“No one I want to talk to.” He grumbled. You weren’t sure why he wasn’t more eager to leave, it wasn’t like he wanted to be there with you either.

“What about Yoongi?” You asked. 

“He blames me for trusting you.” Jungkook shrugged. “Not to mention, I’m pissed he let me believe your stupid lie about knowing us in high school. I never would have fallen for it if he hadn’t said he remembered too.” 

You winced. “I really--” You started, but he cut you off. 

“I believe you. That you think you were doing what was best for Namjoon. But you didn’t know him. We did. You’re just some crazy stalker who now lives in his apartment.” 

You frowned. “So why are you still here, then? Eating my food, I might add.” 

Jungkook rolled his eyes as he ate another piece of popcorn. “I miss being here. And like I said, there isn’t anyone I want to talk to right now, so why not be here?”

You took a deep breath. “Give me your phone.” You held out your hand expectantly. 

“No.” Jungkook made a face at you. 

“Now.” You moved your hand closer. “I mean it.” 

Jungkook groaned. “Fiiine.” He dug it out of his pocket and handed it over. He had thirty seven missed calls, most of them from Yoongi and Taehyung. Figuring that Jungkook sounded like he might go with Taehyung easier than Yoongi at the moment, you tried calling him first. When he didn’t answer, you were left with no other choice. 

Yoongi recognized your voice almost instantly, and you tried to stay calm as you explained the situation and told him your address. 

“What is wrong with you.” Yoongi said when you were done. “His old apartment? Are you kidding me?” There was a click on the other side of the line, but you knew he’d come anyway. Yoongi might hate you, and he might be mad at Jungkook, but you knew he wouldn’t leave him there. 

Your brought Jungkook some coffee as you waited for Yoongi to show up. 

“You know, you really don’t seem so bad. Which just makes this whole thing that much more confusing.” Jungkook said, watching the steam. He seemed much more coherent now, which was a relief.

“I know. I wish I could explain, I would if I thought it would help. But I just hope you know that I really have done all of it for Namjoon.” 

Yoongi showed up not long after that, looking ready to murder someone--namely, you. 

“I warned you. I told you to stay away from him, and you used him to steal Namjoon’s music.” Yoongi jabbed a finger at you when you opened the door. “You’re a sociopath. And I swear, you’re going to regret--” 

To your surprise, Jungkook stepped in between the two of you. “Let it go, Yoongi.” He sighed.

“What?” Yoongi blinked at him. 

“I don’t know what her problem is, but she’s...” He looked over his shoulder at you, his face unreadable. “She thinks she did what was right. And maybe... Maybe she is. In a way.” 

“What did you do, drug him?” Yoongi leaned around Jungkook to glare at you. 

“Namjoon wanted his music to be heard. It was never about the fame, or even his name being attached to the music. You know that.” Yoongi narrowed his eyes at Jungkook, and you couldn’t believe this was happening. Jungkook really was too sweet to be going through all of this. “It shouldn’t have been done like this. But maybe it’s good that it’s out there, for people to enjoy. That’s what he always dreamed of, right?” You took a step into the hall with them, to see Jungkook give Yoongi a slight smile. 

“Jungkook.” Yoongi started. 

“There’s no undoing it.” Jungkook shrugged. “Might as well accept it.” 

Namjoon returned the next morning after a night of wandering the streets looking for an answer that wasn’t there. He wasn’t thinking when he asked you to break into his old work place, or when he posted his music online. The only thing in his mind was getting out of this incorporeal state, moving on and away from all the sadness that he couldn’t quite leave behind just yet. What he hadn’t thought to bring into the equation was how this would or could affect you. 

But when he returned and found you humming to yourself as you brushed your teeth (he might have accidentally nearly given you a heart attack showing up in the mirror) panicking because what if you went to jail because of this you assured him that he didn’t have to worry about it. Apparently while he was getting walked through by strangers, you had talked to Jungkook and Yoongi and “sorted everything out.” You didn’t offer any other details, and Namjoon wasn’t sure he wanted to ask. 

“You should tell Hoseok that the exorcism is back on.” He told you over breakfast. You had somehow gotten in the habit of cooking for two, fixing a place for him at the table as though he could eat it. It made him feel warmer than he had in a year. 

You looked up at him and blinked. “Okay. First of all, I can hardly see you right now, so it feels like I’m just talking to the air.” 

“As far as other people know, you talk to the air all the time.” Namjoon shrugged, though he knew there was a possibility that you couldn’t see it. He forgot sometimes that you couldn’t always see him anymore, he didn’t feel invisible. And as long as you could still hear him, he was fine.

“Yeah, but I know that I’m not.” You pointed out. “Also, why the sudden change? I thought we just decided that you were going to stay?” Did you look sad, or was that Namjoon’s wishful thinking? 

“I... The longer I stay, the more damage I do. And it’s too hard to be around the living.” ‘But you’ve made it a lot easier,’ He added in his head.

“What are you talking about? I told you I got the whole thing with your music taken care of, you haven’t done any ‘damage.’ And I thought.” You stopped abruptly, then shook your head, and Namjoon was sure your cheeks turned pink as you turned back to your oatmeal. “I thought you liked being here.” 

Namjoon smiled. “I do like being here. I just think that maybe I’m supposed to be somewhere else.” Every day that Namjoon spent with you made him want to stay a little more, and he was sure that if it continued, he’d never want to leave at all. He would stay until you grew old, died, and moved on to the other side without him. He needed to leave, and he needed to do it soon. 

“I’m going to miss you’re stupid dimples.” You muttered. Now Namjoon was sure that you looked sad.

“And I’m going to miss your failed attempts at compliments.” Namjoon teased back, trying to lighten the mood. 

You stayed quiet for the rest of the morning, getting ready for work without speaking to him, or even looking at him. Namjoon wished he hadn’t upset you--or anyone else, for that matter. But the longer he put this off, the worse it would be for you as well. 

You knocked on Hoseoks door before you left, telling him that if he had time, to drop by later that evening like you had originally planned. Namjoon took a deep breath (although he knew that he couldn’t technically breath anymore). It was time to say goodbye.

“Anything?” Hoseok asked you, opening one eye and looking over to where you sat not far away. He brought several people with him, all claiming to have connected with spirits in the past. They pushed all of your living room furniture out of the way so the five of them could sit in a circle, then they started chanting. Some of it you could understand, and some of it was in some language that you had never heard before. It probably would have given you the creeps if Namjoon hadn’t been sitting in the middle of their circle making ridiculous faces at them.

“He’s still there.” You said.

“I can feeeel the spirit leaving this place...” One of the women murmured. 

“That, or you have indigestion.” Namjoon snorted.

“Oh hush, Marry.” Hoseok said to the women who had spoken. “Is he still making fun of us?” 

Namjoon sat cross legged directly in front of Hoseok, mimicking the way his hands rested on his knees. “Oh hush, Marry. You don’t know what you’re talking about, I only brought you along to make this look more official, and now you’re making us all look bad.” Namjoon said in a high-pitched voice, which didn’t make much sense because Hoseok had a somewhat deep voice himself. 

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“Does he feel any different, at least?” Hoseok asked, and you looked at Namjoon. 

“Well do you?” You asked.

“Is it possible for ghosts to get a headache?” Namjoon asked in return. 

“I don’t know, does your head hurt?” You sighed. When Namjoon nodded, you rolled your eyes. “Well there’s your answer, then.” 

“I can’t hear him, remember?” Hoseok raised an eyebrow at you irritably. You had actually been talking to Namjoon, but you could see how Hoseok got confused. 

“He has a headache.” You clarified. 

“That could be because I can’t stand him.” Namjoon pointed out. 

“Oh, shut up.” You said without thinking. You quickly had to explain that you didn’t mean for the group to stop chanting, only for Namjoon to stop complaining. 

It was long after midnight when Hoseok and his group of chanters gave up. He let them leave first, staying behind to help you move your sofa back into place. 

“Is he in the room right now?” Hoseok asked, and you shook your head. Namjoon had followed Marry out, sticking his tongue out at her as she went on about how she had once single-handedly rid a house of a poltergeist.

“No, why?” 

Hoseok shook his head. “I can’t tell. It’s just... Strange that you’re the only one who can. I mean, anyone can tell that he’s here when he breaks things, but other than that...” 

“Are you saying he’s not real?” You asked, only slightly accusatory. 

“Not at all. I’m just saying that the two of you have some kind of connection, and considering that the most this did was irritate him, I think his being here has something to do with that.” 

“There’s no reason for us to have a ‘connection’ though.” You ran a hand through your hair as you sat down on the sofa that was now in the right place on top of the rug.

“Then let me ask you something,” Hoseok said as he sat next to you. “Do you believe in soulmates?” 

A/N Too much angst? Maybe. It’s going to be a lot of angst from here on out though (except for the ending, of course) so be prepared. Thank you for reading, and for sticking with me all this time. I don’t even know how long I’ve been working on this at this point, haha. Let me know what you think! 

[notsoguiltykpop]

I would love to read a ghost's Yoongi or maybe JK POV but that level of angst would probably shatter my heart. (I would read, enjoy and love it anyway lol) - 🍑

I feel like you probably didn’t want this, but here you go~

The Ghost in Apartment 1403 drabble from Jungkook and Yoongi’s point of view

Jungkook slid the door to Namjoon’s hospital room open slowly. Yoongi had gotten a phone call almost as soon as they had set foot in the building, giving him some time alone with Namjoon. It was always weird visiting him like this, seeing the IV stuck in his arm, hearing the whirring of the machines and the beep-beeping of the heart monitor. Jungkook didn’t think he’d ever get used to it.

He hoped he wouldn’t have to. 

He knew it was stupid to keep hoping that Namjoon would one day open his eyes and life would return to the way it had been. The doctors had been very clear that that was highly unlikely, and that even if Namjoon did wake up one day, he probably wouldn’t be the same person he had known. People didn’t often recover from this sort of thing, Jungkook knew that. 

“Hey, Namjoon.” He said as he pulled a chair over so he could sit by Namjoon’s bed, it had become something he didn’t even think about anymore over the last five months. “It’s me, Jungkook. I’m here just like I always am every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Are you sick of me yet?” He paused as though waiting for a response. 

“That girl–the one that knew us in highschool that I don’t remember taking a math class with? She showed up at the studio today, I think she must have missed you. I showed her around, she’s really nice and kind of cute. I still can’t believe you never mentioned her.” Another pause. 

“You and Yoongi must have fought over her. That’s why she said she and Yoongi have a complicated relationship, right? She picked you over him, so maybe that’s why you never talked about her. I’m surprised we never run into her here, though. She clearly cares about you, so she must visit.”

“Anyway, enough about her. Work has been crazy busy recently. Yoongi and I have been picking up as many jobs as we can, but we can’t keep up. And I think Yoongi still blames himself for what happened, thinks if he hadn’t lost his temper with you that you somehow wouldn’t have gotten hit by that car. He doesn’t talk about it much, but I can tell. But don’t worry about us, Namjoon. We’re managing. It’d just be easier if you were here.”

Jungkook looked down at his hands for a moment before reaching over and holding Namjoon’s limp one; he read online that was supposed to help. “You’ll get through this. You have to.” 

It was then that Jungkook thought, for just a second, that Namjoon’s hand slowly and slightly gripped his own. 

Three weeks later, there was no improvement. Jungkook had wasted no time in calling a nurse, and the next thing he knew he was shoved out into the hall as a doctor hurried in and tests were done. He wasn’t technically family, so couldn’t over hear anything to do with Namjoon’s medical records. Taehyung came to wait with he and Yoongi only for the three of them to be told hours later that it probably didn’t mean anything. 

“They’re going to monitor him closely. There was a spike in brain activity, but he still isn’t responding to his name or acting on command.” Namjoon’s sister had told them. “The best thing we can do is keep visiting him and talking to him like we have been, and not jump to any conclusions.”

Yoongi visited him one late night after a fight with Jungkook. He couldn’t believe how naive Jungkook could be sometimes. To have let a complete stranger into Namjoon’s office, to believe such a stupid lie like they knew each other in high school… Though, maybe that was on Yoongi, too. You hadn’t been the only one to lie to Jungkook that night. 

Yoongi had known perfectly well what an impact his words had on Jungkook. Ever since they first met, when Jungkook was still an awkward middle schooler and Yoongi was going through his angsty-punk phase, Jungkook had always taken his older friends’ words to heart. Yoongi knew this, knew that if he said it was true that Jungkook likely wouldn’t even question it, and he had lied to his face.

Yoongi wasn’t sure why he couldn’t bare to speak the truth that night. Maybe it was because while talking to you, Jungkook had looked the closest to happy that he had been in a while. What was the harm in letting him think you were an old friend?

And he had known you in middle school, so you weren’t just some stranger. Back then, you were sweet, cried easily, and the only time you made a fuss about anything was when you were standing up for someone else, even for Yoongi one time. You couldn’t stand injustice. You didn’t have a malicious bone in your body back then, so how bad could you be?

But a lot could change in the years that you hadn’t seen each other. Yoongi certainly had. It hadn’t taken him long to realize that people would crush anyone they thought they could get away with, so Yoongi had made himself as prickly as possible to make it clear to the world that he wasn’t someone to mess with. In the process, he had pushed people away and closed himself off. It was something Namjoon was always lecturing him about, saying that he should be kinder, give people the benefit of a doubt sometimes. 

“Hey Namjoon, it’s Yoongi.” He said as he dragged a chair over to sit by Namjoon. “Namjoon, I…I can’t do this.” He said as he propped his elbows on the bed and sunk his head into his hands. “I’ve been trying so hard to look out for them, I have. But Taehyung has been MIA for the last three weeks, he’s been ignoring Jungkook and my texts and calls. The only reason we know he’s okay is because Jimin ran into his mother at the grocery store. She said being around us is just too hard for him right now. I guess I get that.” Yoongi took a shaky breath. “I think he and Jungkook fought about something before he cut us out, I don’t know about what, though. You’ve always been better at sorting out that kind of thing than me. They talk to you. 

“I just make things worse. Like tonight, when I should have been telling Jungkook that everything would be fine, that we’d figure it out somehow, what did I do? I blamed him. Oh, by the way, your album has been leaked onto the internet under a different name, and it’s my fault. None of this would have happened if I’d been honest with Jungkook. But I was just trying to protect him, Namjoon. That’s all. I didn’t know.” Yoongi gritted his teeth, he needed to pull himself together. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Namjoon.” 

Yoongi’s phone started ringing, and he was about to send it to voicemail when he saw who it was. 

“Jungkook.” He said, bringing the phone up to his ear.

“Yoongi, it’s me.” He recognized your voice instantly. “Look, Jungkook is here–in my apartment, I mean. He’s drunk, and I don’t think he knows which way is up let alone where he lives. Can you come get him?” 

After retrieving Jungkook from your apartment–he still couldn’t believe you were living where Namjoon used to, it took your stalking to a whole other level–Jungkook suggested getting something to eat. He still seemed a little on the tipsy side, but at least he could walk on his own. 

Yoongi stopped right before they entered the restaurant, looking down at his shoes. “Jungkook.” He said, and the younger turned around, tilting his head to one side and raising an eyebrow quizzically. 

“Yeah?” 

“I’m sorry.” Yoongi said. He had asked himself what Namjoon would say he should do, and the answer was simple: apologize. “It wasn’t your fault, not at all. I never should have said it was. If anyone is to blame, it’s me.”

Jungkook studied him for a moment. “If you want to point fingers, it’s her fault the songs leaked, not yours or mine.” Jungkook said. “But that isn’t the only thing you’re saying sorry for, is it?” 

That was the unnerving thing about Jungkook; he could read Yoongi even when he was sure there was nothing to give away what he was thinking or feeling. “Sometimes I still wonder what would have happened if I hadn’t lost my temper with him that morning.” Yoongi said quietly, still not looking directly at Jungkook.

“And I’ll probably always wonder if she would have gotten those files if I hadn’t literally unlocked Namjoon’s door for her.” Jungkook slung an arm around Yoongi, something that had always mildly annoyed the elder. It was a reminder that Jungkook was a good head taller than him, and wasn’t something Yoongi appreciated. “But we can’t beat ourselves up over ‘what if’s.’ We’re doing our best, and you know what? I think Namjoon would be proud of us.”

Yoongi nodded. Jungkook was right, they were both doing their best in the situation, and that was what counted. That was what Namjoon would have cared about, and there was nothing more that they could do. 

“Let’s get some lamb skewers, I’m starving.” Yoongi said, ducking out from under Jungkooks arm and heading for the door to the restaurant. “You’re paying, by the way.” 

“Hah, no way. You owe me.” Jungkook snorted, sending a text to Taehyung to meet them there. Maybe he’d show up, or maybe he wouldn’t, but it had been too long since the three of them had seen each other outside of a club or the hospital. If there was one thing Jungkook was sure of, it was that Namjoon would want them to be happy, and that was what Jungkook wanted to be that night.

[notsoguiltykpop]

Um if you're still doing the question thing I have one for ghost namjoon! How do you feel about jungkook developing a crush on Y/N ??

Namjoon: Currently, I’m feeling rather betrayed. He was mourning my death not long ago, but the second a cute girl walks in, he forgets all about me! He could at least pretend to be sad. But nooo, he has to give her a tour and try to flirt with her all the while. Plus, y/n ignored me the whole time–I may be dead, but I still have feelings.

(Note: Yep, I’m still doing them! I’ll probably continue doing them until people stop sending them, they’re way too fun

[notsoguiltykpop]

TGA1403!Yoongi: how are you feeling about y/n? Does she seem suspicious to you? Or do you think she's gotten entirely insane? 😂 Or do you kinda trust her? 🤔😊

Yoongi: I don’t know what’s going on in her head, but it isn’t good. I can’t figure out what she wants from Jungkook, or why she would lie to him… Whatever her reason is, she’s taking advantage of the fact that Jungkook believes everything anyone tells him. What a dumb kid… I just hope she stays away from him from now on.

Ask my muse anything and they’ll answer! Just include character + scenario! 

[notsoguiltykpop]

TGA1403!Jungkook: crush on y/n? 👀👀 just kidding...but your paths crossed unexpectedly often - so how are you feeling about her now?

Jungkook: No! Maybe? I don’t know! She’s cute I guess… More than anything, I can’t believe that I have no memory of her. At first I thought she must be mistaken about going to high school with me, but Yoongi knows her, so I must have forgotten somehow… Anyway, she’s a little weird, but I feel like there’s some reason she’s back in my life.

Ask my muse anything and they’ll answer! Just include character + scenario!

[notsoguiltykpop]

The Ghost in Apartment 1403 pt.3

You x Namjoon

Genre: Angst, supernatural, fluff, humor

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times.

Short summary;

Namjoon was a (relatively speaking) normal music producer moving up in the world--until he became a ghost. With no memory of what happened, and no idea what he’s doing still on earth, he haunts his old apartment--consequently bothering its new inhabitant (who also happens to be the only person who can see or hear him). 

Part 1, 2��, 4, 5, 6, 7

Credits: Loosely inspired by the movie “Just Like Heaven”

Maybe somewhere, deep down, you knew Namjoon was telling the truth. There was something about him, his aura perhaps, which gave off a very distinctly inhuman vibe. Something that said “I’m real, but not here, exactly.” This was probably the reason that you weren’t all that surprised when you opened your eyes to find him sitting cross legged in front of you, hovering a few inches above the floor.

He was looking at you as though you were the most fascinating thing in the world, and it was a bit unnerving.

“Ugh, you’re still here.” You grumbled sleepily.

“And you can still see me.” He said, unfazed by your tired glare. “Do you know how long it’s been since had a conversation with someone?” He continued. “I mean, I talk to the baby downstairs, but she just responds with giggling.”

“I wish I couldn’t hear you.” You sighed, pulling a pillow over your face.

“I wonder why that is?” Namjoon pondered, apparently not taking the hint that you wanted him to go away—permanently. “That you can see me, I mean. So far, it’s just been babies and animals that—“

“Do you ever stop talking?” You complained, sitting up before swinging your legs off the bed to stand. Namjoon moved quickly so that you wouldn’t walk through him on your way to the kitchen.

“I do sometimes, but I don’t want to right now.” He said, floating after you. You were still wearing your clothes from the previous night, and you were sure you looked like a mess. But your appearance wasn’t exactly high on your list of priorities at the moment.

“Don’t you have something better to do than haunt this apartment?” You asked irritably as you opened your overnight bag in search of food. You found some poptarts and grimaced; not exactly the healthiest breakfast ever. “Don’t you have family or some friends to bother?”

“No, I really don’t.” Namjoon replied. “I mean, I have all those people, but being around them makes me sad.”

You hoped up to sit on the island in the middle of the kitchen, your feet dangling a good foot off the floor.

“Why don’t you hang out with other ghosts, then?” You asked. “Surely there’s something you could do. Join a ghosts-only club maybe?”

“Not really.” Namjoon said, sitting on the counter across from you. “I haven’t found any other ghosts. I think we might be invisible even to each other. That, or I’m the only one. But I find that to be highly unlikely… Don’t you?” There was a hesitancy in his voice, a vulnerability that made you think that it must be very lonely to be a ghost.

“I’m sure you’re not the only one.” You said, seeing relief in his eyes as you said the words. Who would want to be the only anything? Particularly if it meant being invisible to all those around them? Surely no one, and definitely not this man who was determined to talk your ear off. “So why don’t you leave this apartment and go find them.” Lonely ghost or not, he was still a stranger that you didn’t particularly want to live with.

Namjoon pouted. “I don’t wanna.” He whined. “And anyway, aren’t you just a little bit curious why you can see me?”

“No.” You replied flatly.

“Well, I am.” Namjoon shrugged. “So I’m going to stay and find out.”

You sighed deeply as you slid off the counter. “I really can’t let you do that.” You said, walking to the front door.

“And you’re going to do something about it… How?” Namjoon followed, looking just the slightest bit worried.

“I don’t know yet.” You muttered, opening your front door and marching across to knock on—what was his name again?—Hoseok’s door. He opened after a minute or so, Namjoon complaining the whole time.

“He’s weird, why him? Can’t you just do a google search to get rid of me? I don’t like this. Stop ignoring me, I know you can hear me—“

“Hello person who didn’t believe in ghosts, still feel the same?” Hoseok looked rather amused; the feeling wasn’t mutual.

“Alright, you were right. I admit it.” You said. “The man I saw last night? He’s who’s haunting the apartment.”

“And how’s that going for you?” Hoseok asked, looking genuinely concerned now.

“Terrible.” You said. “It’s only been a few hours and I already feel like he’s going to drive me insane. You knew he was there—what do you know about getting rid of him?”

Hoseok laughed. The rate at which he could switch emotions was a little disorienting. “You can’t.” He chuckled. “You don’t think the manager tried? He even smudged the place.”

“Smudging gets rid of negative energy.” You folded your arms. “Namjoon isn’t negative, he’s annoying.”

“I don’t know if I should be offended by that or not.” Namjoon huffed.

“You’re on a first-name basis with the ghost?” Hoseok snorted.

“No. Yes. It’s complicated.” You hadn’t even realized it until Hoseok pointed it out. But Namjoon seemed so real, so solid (as long as you didn’t try to touch him) that you weren’t sure how else to refer to him. You didn’t like the idea of just calling him “The Ghost.”

“Have you tried asking him to leave?” Hoseok asked. “Sometimes that works.”

You shook your head. “I’ve told him to leave, does that count? He just says no.”

“I don’t see what’s wrong with me staying.” Namjoon said. “It’s not like you have to feed me, I’m dead! I won’t cost you any money.”

You realized that Hoseok had said something, but Namjoon had spoken over him and you had no idea what the other man had said.

“What?” You asked. “Shut up Namjoon.” You shot him a look, and Hoseok raised an eyebrow at you. It took you a second to realize that it was because Hoseok couldn’t see Namjoon, and it probably looked like you were talking to the wall.

“Are you a medium?” Hoseok asked, leaning against his door frame. You shook your head.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“So why can you see him, and I can’t?”

“That’s what I want to know.” Namjoon said, and you gave him another look before answering Hoseok.

“How would I know? Look, if you’re not going to be any help, I’m going back inside…”

“There might be a reason, you know.” Hoseok called after you. “Maybe the two of you were supposed to have met before he died.”

You slammed the door behind yourself. You had saved up so long to afford an apartment like this—and even then, it was only because it had been sitting empty for months that it was cheap enough for you. It was right down the street from where you worked, in a central area, and it was so nice. If you walked out on your lease, your deposit would be gone and you wouldn’t have a place to live.

“You have to move on.” You decided, turning to face Namjoon. “That’s why ghosts are around in movies and books, right? Unfinished business. We just have to figure out what that is, and you can walk into the light.”

“You’re going to help me?” Namjoon asked, not looking the least bit convinced.

“Of course.” You said. “But until then, we have some house rules to go over. If we’re going to be living together, we’re going to have to get along, right?”

A/N So it should get a little more interesting from here on out! Reader is determined, but Hoseok might be right ;) Anyway, thank you for reading and being so patient with me! I’m hoping to update Disposable soon as well <3 As always, let me know your thoughts/feelings! I love to hear from you guys <3 <3 <3

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TGA1403!Hoseok: What is/was your relationship to both of your neighbours? (Namjoon and Y/N) How do you feel about them?

Hoseok: Namjoon always kept to himself when he lived there–in fact, I think the only time I ever saw him was when he set the smoke alarm off and asked me how to make it stop. Needless to say, I didn’t know him very well. It sounds like he’s a pain in the neck as a ghost, though. As for y/n, she seems pretty cool. Though, I can’t tell if she talks to me because she likes my company, or if she just really wants rid of Namjoon and thinks I can help (which I can). I’m very curious if she can see other ghosts as well, she might have a rare gift!

Ask my muse anything and they’ll answer! Just include character + scenario!

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TGA1403!Namjoon: Are you sad that you might be gone soon? I mean, leaving y/n behind and all that stuff...

Namjoon: In a way I am. There were so many things I wanted to do while I was alive that I kept putting off… But it’s not like I can do those things as a ghost anyway. Don’t tell y/n, but I am a little disappointed that I won’t get to know her better. I know I annoy her to no end, but I actually really enjoy her company.

Ask my muse anything and they’ll answer! Just include character + scenario!

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to yoongi from ghost in apartment 1403, how do you feel about y/n not being joonie's stalker and that she's not a sociopath? also did you apologise to her?

Yoongi: “Apologize for looking out for my friend? No. I’m not sorry that I didn’t trust her, she wasn’t exactly acting trustworthy, after all. And I think she understands that. We were both doing what we thought was best for the people we care about, and ended up clashing. We’re on great terms now, though.”

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To Jungkook from Ghost in Apartment 1403: how do you feel now about letting yn into namjoon's studio now that you know that he asked her to do that for him?

Jungkook: “Beyond relieved. When I thought I’d made such a huge mistake in letting her in there, I didn’t think I could forgive myself. I’m glad it all worked out in the end, but I know I’m going to ask a few more questions before letting anyone into the studio in the future.” 

A/N I found these buried in my inbox, idk how I missed them! ;-;

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Honestly l love "the ghost in the apartment 1403"one of the best fanfictions i've ever read 💞💞

Thank you ;-; It means so much to me that you liked it

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The Ghost in Apartment 1403 pt11 (Final)

Reader x Namjoon

Genre: Angst, supernatural, fluff, humor

Warnings: Mentions of death, dark themes, generally kind of sad at times.

Short summary;

Namjoon was a (relatively speaking) normal music producer moving up in the world–until he became a ghost. With no memory of what happened, and no idea what he’s doing still on earth, he haunts his old apartment–consequently bothering its new inhabitant (who also happens to be the only person who can see or hear him).

Part 1, 2 , 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10

Credits: Loosely inspired by the movie “Just Like Heaven”

Namjoon’s hair had been kept short while he was in a coma, so short that the first thing Taehyung said to him once he woke up was that he looked like an egg. There wasn’t any purple left in his hair, that was gone long ago. Now it was back to it’s natural dark brown, and he still wasn’t used to seeing himself in the mirror.

“You need a haircut.” Taehyung said. He was sitting across from Namjoon at a little table in the hospitals cafeteria. They had long since finished eating, and were now playing cards. Namjoon was sick of sitting in the small hospital room he’d been put in over a month ago, and was putting off going back to it. He shared it with an elderly man who, while nice enough, snored even when he was awake and never stopped talking about the mice in his attic. “That’s the first thing we should do when you’re discharged.”  

Namjoon laughed at his friend. “Sounds like a plan.” Truth be told, Namjoon was just ready to be anywhere other than the hospital. He was starting to feel like he was going insane surrounded by all the white walls, and the smell of bleach and disinfectant was nauseating after a while.

“One more week and you’re free.” Taehyung said, almost as though having read Namjoon’s mind. Namjoon nodded. One more week til he could get out of this place. One more week till he could contact you. One more week...

“You’re not still thinking about seeing your stalker, are you?” Taehyung was looking at his hand of cards, and said the words causally. It had been a cause of some discourse over the past few weeks because Namjoon wouldn’t outright say he would stay away from you. Taehyung had, for the most part, stayed out of the discussion, saying that he didn’t know enough about it to have an opinion. Yoongi must have talked to him, Namjoon figured.

“Who said I was going to?” Namjoon replied mildly. Maybe his time with you really was a product of his own imagination combined with stories his friends had told him. But if there was any chance at all that the you he knew was real, he had to know.

“Yoongi has a good point, you know. It could be dangerous.”

“Yoongi is paranoid.” Namjoon said dryly. He was grateful to Yoongi, he really was. But Namjoon was an adult, and he didn’t understand why it was so important to Yoongi, Jungkook, and now Taehyung that he didn’t find out for sure if you were the person he thought you were.

“Maybe.” Taehyung set down his cards to fix Namjoon with a stare. “But can you blame him? Can you blame any of us? We already lost you, Namjoon. We just got you back. How do you think any of us would feel if you were ax-murdered by your stalker the week you got out of the hospital?”

“I thought you, of all people, would believe me.” Namjoon sighed. But even he was starting to doubt himself. It didn’t make sense for him to have an out-of-body experience, and for you, a complete stranger, to be the only person who could see or hear him. It wasn’t logical, and he had always based his decisions on logic. But that last night with you, you had mentioned soulmates, and the word had stuck in his head ever since.

“And I thought you, of all people, would look for proof before jumping to conclusions.” Taehyung’s mouth turned upwards on the sides, just the faintest smile gracing his face. “All I’m saying is don’t do anything stupid. Don’t go looking for her, don’t knock on her door. Look her up online first, at the very least. Please? For our sake? For you parents?”

Ugh, leave it to Taehyung to bring up his parents. That was a good way to guilt Namjoon into a lot of things. Namjoon knew he should at least do a google search of your name, but he had been scared to. What if you weren’t the person he remembered spending so much time with? What if you really were just some stalker? He hadn’t been able to bring himself to do it. He didn’t want to be wrong, not about you. He didn’t think he could deal with that at the moment. “Okay. Alright.” Namjoon held his hands up in defeat. “I won’t do anything stupid.”

It ended up taking longer than a week for Namjoon to actually be discharged, and even then he was told he had to keep coming back for physical therapy. He could walk with a cane now, though was instructed not to over exert himself. “You won’t even need that pretty soon.” The doctor had said, gesturing to the black cane at Namjoon’s side. “It’s spectacular how fast you’re recovering.”

Namjoon didn’t feel spectacular in any way though.

His parents had kept a great deal of his things, and insisted that he move back in with them at least until he was fully recovered. Mr. Bang had called, and cried, telling him his office would be there when Namjoon was ready to get back to work, but not to push himself. This left Namjoon feeling like a teen again, living with his parents and escorted everywhere, and with not nearly enough to do. Whenever he had time to himself, his mind would wander back to you. Were you eating well? Were you happy he was gone? Were you sad? Were you okay?

Were you real?

It was driving him insane.

Taehyung kept his word and the first thing they did was get his hair cut--as soon as Namjoon’s mother would let him out of her sight, which took nearly a month after he was discharged.

“He’ll be fine!” Taehyung insisted. “I’ll hold his hand if we cross any streets, I promise.” Namjoon tried to hit Taehyung’s arm for that, but he moved out of the way too fast.

They met up with Jungkook and Yoongi downtown, and Taehyung took endless pictures of all of them, saying he was going to make a photo album of it called “Namjoons Big Day Out.”

“My god you’re annoying.” Yoongi complained as Taehyung took yet another picture.

“You’ll thank me later.” Taehyung stuck out his tongue and Jungkook laughed. None of them really knew where they were walking to, all they knew was they would know it when they saw it. “When we’re old and wrinkly, you’ll be glad to look back at these and remember how smooth your skin was.”

“I think Yoongi already had wrinkles though.” Jungkook mused, then quickly darted away from Yoongi. “We should go in here.” He said as he sidestepped around Taehyung (who had been walking backwards) and into a little antique shop.

“Looks interesting.” Namjoon shrugged, following Jungkook. He was wrong, as it turned out; there wasn’t anything particularly interesting there. Some old paintings that were too proper, old scratched vinyls of even older bands that no one had ever herd of, and pictures of people without names. Namjoon was looking around for his friends, planning to tell them that he was ready to leave if they were, when he saw someone he never thought he’d be so happy to set eyes on.

“Kim Seokjin.” He said to the slightly taller man who was sorting through CD’s. The man looked up upon hearing his name, looking at Namjoon confused.

“Sorry?” He said, tilting his head to the side.

“You’re Kim Seokjin, right?” Namjoon pressed.

“Yeah. Do we know each other?” Seokjin looked increasingly confused.

“Yes! No. Kind of?” If Seokjin was real, so were you. You had to be. “I’m--I’m the ghost in apartment 1403, where your friend lives. Or, I was.”

Seokjin blinked very slowly.

“I’m so sorry.” It was as though Yoongi appeared out of nowhere, quickly stepping between Namjoon and Seokjin. “My friend’s been through a lot and he gets confused sometimes.”

“I’m not confused!” Namjoon objected. “I nearly gave you hypothermia. I broke the dishes in the cabinet, and you came with her to the club I dragged her to. You remember, right?” Namjoon found his voice getting quieter as he spoke. Seokjin still wasn’t saying anything. Maybe he was wrong.

“But you’re not dead.” He said finally. Namjoon felt like his heart might actually stop--Seokjin knew who he was, what he was talking about!

“That’s just it--I never was! It was all a really weird misunderstanding.”

“Namjoon, what are you talking about?” Jungkook was there now, eyes wide as he looked from Yoongi, to Namjoon, and then to Seokjin.

“Prove it.” Seokjin said suddenly, narrowing his eyes.

“There’s nothing to prove, I told you he’s confused.” Yoongi tried, putting a hand on Namjoon’s shoulder.

“I, uh...” Namjoon searched his memory for something. “You brought flowers the first time you showed up at the apartment?”

“I bring flowers most places I go.” Seokjin frowned. “Something else.”

“I can’t think of anything else! It’s not like you were around all that much!” Namjoon said disparagingly. “I annoyed her to no end, you knew that, right? And I ruined her favorite lipstick when she was ignoring me--get off of me, Jungkook.” Namjoon was interrupted by Jungkook trying to lead him away.

“I’m sorry, but I’m going to ask you to stop talking to our friend, you’re upsetting him.” Taehyung said to Seokjin.

“You’re all upsetting him far more than I am.” Seokjin snapped. “Now all of you just mind your own business for a second so we can finish our conversation.”

“Who do you think you are?” Yoongi retorted. Seokjin ignored this however, turning his attention back to Namjoon. “So let me get this straight. You were the ghost haunting my best friend, who broke everything and nearly killed me? That was all you, but you’re not even dead?”

“I didn’t nearly kill you.” Namjoon shook his head.

“You did too. If you’re telling the truth, it was you that made that god awful goop that I was told was soup. Do you know she was so upset by your spontaneous disappearance that she wouldn’t even let me throw it away? It was disgusting, and she made me come over and eat it with her--”

“Namjoon?” Your voice cut into Seokjin’s rant and it felt as though the whole world went quiet.

“You’re real.” Was all Namjoon could say. He pushed Taehyung out of his way as he got closer to you, who looked like you couldn’t believe your eyes.

“Are you...?” You didn’t finish your question, because you didn’t have to. Your hand reached up and pocked the side of his face, into the dimple he was sure was showing up because of how hard he was smiling. He looked the same, you thought, but also different. His hair was it’s natural color, and he looked more put-together than he had floating around your apartment. But there was no mistaking it; this was indeed Namjoon. “But you moved on?”

Namjoon shook his head. “Turns out I was in a coma. It was an out-of-body experience, I just didn't know it.”

You hit his arm. It wasn’t the reaction he was hoping for, but it sure was nice for you hand not to simply pass right through him. “Idiot.” You muttered, though you couldn’t help the smile on your face. “How did you not know you were alive?”

Namjoon shrugged, still grinning. “I guess it explains why I never felt dead, right?”

“This really is him?” Seokjin pointed at Namjoon.

“Yeah.” You said, nodding.

“I told you to stay away--” Yoongi started.

“Oh, hush.” Taehyung said to Yoongi. “This Seokjin guy just confirmed everything, so just calm down.”

“Who would have thought you were real!” Seokjin laughed.

You frowned at this. “What do you mean? I thought you believed me!” You said incredulously. Seokjin smiled somewhat guiltily.

“I believed he was real to you. I figured it was a “Lars and the Real Girl” type of situation.”

“A what?” Yoongi interrupted.

“You know, like this fictional ghost you made up was helping you cope with something.” Seokjin said to you. “I figured his moving on was just your way of letting go, and not needing him anymore.”

You blinked. “I can’t believe you! And why did you believe Namjoon so quickly then?”

Seokjin shrugged. “He recognized me, and knew things about the first time I visited you at your apartment that I’m sure you’ve never told anyone.”

You turned your attention back to Namjoon. Slowly, carefully, you reached your hands out, placing them on either side of Namjoon’s face as though you still didn’t quite believe he was standing there. You knew it was weird, but you wanted to know he was really there.

“I thought you were gone.” You whispered.

“I thought I was, too.” Namjoon shrugged. “I was also starting to think you were a dream.”

“My hands don’t go through you anymore.” You said, the smile returning to your face. “You’re really here.” Your voice broke as you said the words, eyes shining with unshed tears. Namjoon nodded, unable to speak. You were real. You weren’t a figment of his imagination, you were the exact person he remembered spending so much time with, the person he remembered falling in love with. He took a step closer, leaning forward and brushing his forehead with yours.

“I told you I’d find you.” Namjoon said quietly, taking on of your hands gently and kissing the palm of you hand. “And this time, I’m not dead.”

A/N Okay so maybe not as much fluff as I promised and maybe it’s a little more cliche but everything I end is cliche, haha. Thanks so much for reading this story, and for sticking with me for so long! I know I started it a while ago and I’m inconsistent about updates. Thank you for all of the kind words of encouragement and understanding, and every single message/comment! I know I don’t always reply to all of them, but I read them all! And they mean so much to me, really. It makes me so happy to know that something I wrote could make someone else happy, or make their day a little better. And as always, let me know what you thought! Love you all,

--Boo <3 <3 <3