₊☆ Public Garden

@ᴴ park jimin [ muse note: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EZ2Yti-yKYs ]

He hadn't expect the boy to sound so charming.

His voice melodic in the way it drifts between them, a charming cherubic facade eloped in wary inquiry. He gazes down at Taehyung as if he already suspects the impossible and the sidekick finds himself chortling at that. Stretching cautiously into a stand, he makes a show of relaxing his stance--- gaze shifting imperceptibly between the boy and the shade clinging to his shoulders. What in the hell could a creature like that want with him?

"No, but I think I can help you." Not exactly the type of thing suspected of a sane person to say, but he rolls with it. Ambling out of the bushes and tucking his fists into his pockets, Taehyung seals the distance with a lilt against his lips. "Name's Taehyung. I uh--- go to your school. Followed you from there, actually." More like 'has been' following, but he opts to spare the poor boy of knowing just how many times he's stalked him. The shade behind the boy wrenches, its figure no more distinguishable than a husk of smog. But the small tendrils it uses to latch against the hero's backside are unmistakable.

"I'm... not exactly sure how to tell you this, but I think you've got a 'ghost problem' on your hands." On his back, really. Not like anyone else can see that but himself.

@ˢ kim taehyung Per usual, Jimin had no care in the world for his surroundings. Instead choosing to focus in on the book he was currently reading, while strolling around in circles throughout the public garden. Some would consider his actions reckless, claiming he could injure himself or another- however the common misconceptions about the quiet boy in the minds of his classmates really made no difference to him.

Currently he read about ways to further harness his precognitive abilities. Each vision left him useless, a ball of flinching body as the strong migraine coursed throughout his head. As his arms tire from supporting the large hardback, the novel seems to float in the air before himself, pages flipping slowly as he progressed.

In all honesty it probably wasn't the best choice of place to study, and though his nature may be graceful-- his luck was the complete opposite. A sharp snapping sound brings him to Earth again, his golden locks shifting as he turns his head toward the source of the sound.

For the most part Jimin had assumed he would be alone at such early morning hours.. So when his eyes land upon another student, obviously cringing at having been caught, curiosity sparks inside. He fully faces his stalker, arms crossing over his chest as the book disappates into thin air.

"Can I help you?" His tone was absolute and inquiring, eyes seeming to light within as he awaits a response. Jimin almost never attracted good attention, people usually whispering rumors about his father's latest escapades.

@ᴴ park jimin This is startlingly creepy, even for Taehyung.

He finds it relieving that he's able to admit this much to himself, yet here he is--- still crouching beyond the matted shrubbery of the garden. He can practically feel the looks he's getting, wearing pointedly behind his ears from the passersby that have yet to approach him. But his eyes remain steeled forward at the boy toddling gracefully.

Park Jimin, his mind recalls.

The cobbled path is no match for his footwork and Taehyung finds himself no less spellbound. But he's not there to admire. Rather, he's been following this kid both on and off campus for the past week. His own agility playing to his advantage, a keen lock on the small shade that hovers just above the other's shoulders. He doesn't blame Jimin for being so painfully unaware. After all, the earthly realm isn't meant to notice anything else beyond it. Yet here he is, staring at what's undoubtedly a grudge of some sort as it clings to his classmate's form.

He shifts closer, his left foot catching on a treacherous twig that snaps beneath his weight. Cursing beneath his breath, Taehyung can do nothing more than freeze.

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