Dear Neighbour

→ SEVENTEEN

Seokjin is wet.

Not wet in that kind of way, but literally drenched in sticky pineapple juice. He was a spirit, but like what was mentioned he was almost like still alive, he could feel the dampness of his clothes. He wouldn't be in this situation if he had just left even before Namjoon invited him into the younger's apartment.

*earlier*

"I'm sorry not to be rude, but why are you so pale? Like really pale?"

Shit! What do I say?

Jin mentally panicked, yes his skin was lighter than a living person's.

"I-I don't know"

He replied looking everywhere else in the room except Namjoon's curious eyes.

"I-I'll be going now. Thank you for letting me in for a while"

Seokjin says standing and bowing his head towards the younger who was also now at his feet. He heads towards the door but Namjoon's voice stopped him.

"Wait! You should take some of these with you.."

Namjoon made a bee line to his kitchen, and he heard some clanks and crashes. Jin laughs lightly but quickly wiped it away from his face when Namjoon came back holding a small water tumbler.

"What's that?"

"It's pineapple juice, maybe it could cheer you up?"

Jin's heart fluttered but he also felt extremely guilty because Namjoon actually believed his "ex-boyfriend" bullshit. But man, he could feel his face heating up as he reached out his hands to take the tumbler. But then Namjoon took a step forward and somehow managed to trip on his own feet and splash the sticky juice all over Seokjin. Jin felt the sticky material cling onto his body, but what can he do? he can't change his clothes.

Not ever.

Sure, he could take them off but change into a different piece of clothing and get rid of his current ones? Never.

It was like his clothes were part of him, these were the clothes he was wearing when he died.

But what if Namjoon lends me a shirt?

So, he ran out of Namjoon's apartment, ignoring Namjoon's yells of apology, it was the only best option he could think of.

**

Jin shivered as he waited for his sticky clothes to get dry. He was sitting on that park bench again, his and Jihye's spot. While he hung his hoodie on the bench, letting the sun dry it, he was only wearing a thin white shirt. If a living person happened to walk by this bench, they wouldn't see anything, not Jin nor his drenched shirt.

It would only look like an empty park bench.

Jin let out a sigh as he blew air cupping his hands and his feet won't stop tapping against the concrete. it was like 8am and the park was not that crowded since everyone was either at school or at work.

"Why are you not wearing your jacket?"

He looked up to see Hoseok with an amused grin on his face, his friend sat down beside him and kept him company as they waited for Jin's clothes to dry up before the two ghosts hung around Seoul just like what two friends normally do.

Except, they are dead friends