"JJ, when's the last time you got laid?"

I am beyond the point of being surprised with anything Jeon Jungkook says or does. That being said, my sex life is not the topic of our usual everyday conversations. I raise myself from the position I was in, chilling on my bed and staring at the ceiling; I lift myself up to look at him and just as I imagined, he was twirling around on my desk chair, looking like an innocent kid and not like a 20-something guy who just asked me when was the last time I got laid.

"What gave you the impression that it's okay to ask me something like that?"

I'm not insulted or angry but come on, personal much?

"The deep bond between the two of us?" he offers and laughs when I snort. "Oh come on. We're practically roommates. It's not like I'm asking you to go into details."

"I'm single, Jungkook," I roll my eyes as I fall back down into my former position. "In case you forgot about it, you were there through my break up. Let's just say it's been a fucking while."

"I know that," I don't need to see him to know his words were accompanied by an eye-roll. "I'm asking with that in mind."

"He moved back to our hometown Kook," I sigh. He knows damn well I don't have a desire to talk about Namjoon and I don't understand why he's bringing him up. "Once again, it's been a fucking while."

"Okay then, when was the last time you had a good, decent, knock your socks of fuck?"

"Dude, why are you asking me this?" I laugh as I roll onto my side. I have no idea why he's so curious. I've heard more than enough sex jokes coming from him. "For the last time, it's been a fucking while."

"Yeah but... Don't you hook up with someone?" he asks. Oh wow, he's actually frowning. It looks as if he's concerned about the lack of living in my sex life. "I mean, you went out with Shorty a few times."

"Jimin!"

"Yeah, yeah, him."

"He's my friend."

"I didn't mean went out like on a date, I meant went to parties with him," he explains. Seconds later, I am startled when I realize he's lying down next to me. I don't think I'll ever get used to the bed not moving when he lies down on it. "You go out sometimes. Are you telling me you get no action at all?"

"Nope," I look back at the ceiling.

"How do you live?" he gasps. 

"My imagination and hand keep me good company when you go to haunt someone else."

"Oh fuck you," I can hear the laughter in his voice pretty much right next to my ear. 

"Right back at ya."

For a moment, we stay silent. Then we are both laughing.

"For real," sigh once the laughter dies down. "I don't need anything like that anymore. I'm perfectly fine with just myself at the moment. I don't want another Namjoon or another Namjoon situation."

"You're handling it pretty well," Jungkook points out.

"That's because you were right from day one – I was trying to revive something that was long dead."

"But don't you want to... I don't know, feel the good stuff again?" he asks and I turn my head to look at him in confusion. "I'm not talking about sex specifically. I'm talking about the good love stuff. I mean sure, when it goes to shit it hurts like hell but if it's good than it's pretty damn good, isn't it?"

"That door is closed Kook," I shake my head. "If someone wants to get inside, they're going to have to knock it down completely. I don't need... I don't want... hell, I don't even know what I'm saying. I need to be okay with myself before I can even think of focusing on someone else. And just to point out the obvious, it's not like I'm chasing off admirers with a broomstick."

"Bullshit," he laughs.

"It's really not," I sigh. "I'm sure you've noticed. Hell, you even pointed it out – I'm not exactly the definition of fun. Not many guys want to find a chick who spends most of her time with a nose stuck in the book and doesn't really bother with getting all dolled up and dress to impress."

"Again, bullshit," he shakes his head at me. "I mean, you are pretty boring but – BUT," he moves out of my reach when I try to hit him. "Plenty of guys are looking for that."

"Yeah, well, not really."

"Besides, your nose hasn't been stuck in a book for a while now," he frowns at me. "I don't know what the heck you're doing but I know you haven't been doing plenty of studying lately."

"Ah, so not only do you haunt me but you analyze my every move?"

"Please, I've been doing that since day one," this time around, he doesn't get a chance to escape my left arm as I reach to smack him across the chest. "Come on, go easy on me. I'm just worried about you."

"There's no reason to be worried."

"Then why did Hoseok talk to Sho-Jimin about you skipping classes lately?"

Why am I not even surprised? Not by Hoseok and Jimin talking about me and not about Kook listening in to their conversation? Like not a single part of me is surprised about it.

"Because I have been skipping classes," I let out a laugh. "You're not my mother, Kook. And I'm not a kid. If I want to skip classes and walk aimlessly around town, I'll do it. If I want to skip classes and sleep in, I'll do it. If I want to skip classes for whatever reason, I'll do it. My call."

"And I'd be perfectly fine with it if I didn't know you were so school focused," he persists. "You're a big ass nerd, JJ. Nerds don't skip classes like you do."

"Well, they do now," I am starting to get annoyed.

"Why?"

"Oh, are we doing 20 questions? Then why am I the only one who's talking? Tell me Kook, when was the last time you got laid?" I throw the ball back to him. If he's going to annoy me, I can do the same to him.

"I'm not shitting you, it was in a different lifetime."

I didn't want to laugh at another one of his death jokes but I do. How can I not? As tacky as they are, they're funny. And whenever I cave in and laugh, he makes the sweetest satisfactory face I've ever seen. Like that's right, I'm funny. I'll ignore my misery by trying to make someone else laugh. And if that's what he's actually doing, I really don't have the heard to play the part of an Ice Queen.

"I mean it Kook," I grunt as I roll over, lying down on my stomach to get a better look at him. He's waiting for my question, his eyebrows raised as he looks up at me. "Tell me something. I know very little about you while you know everything, right down to my underwear."

An evil smirk appears on his face. "I'm sure black lace looks amazing on you."

"Kook!"

"Fine!" he laughs. "What do you want to know? Ask anything."

"Sweet or sour?"

"Sour."

"Sour or spicy?"

"Spicy."

"Cola or Sprite?"

"Dude, ask me some real questions," he bursts out laughing. "Cola, by the way."

"Okay, real questions," I pause, trying to recall something that crossed my mind but I was too afraid to ask. "Do you think you ever really loved someone?" I ask him.

"Talk about a real question," he laughs, shaking his head. "I thought I did. But now i know I just had no clue what love actually was. It was a crush, liking, infatuation, comfort. Not love."

"Do you know what love is now?"

"I don't think I do," he admits. "But I think I know it better, being in the state I am."

"Okay... if you were to become human again this very second, what would you do? Give me first three things you'd do."

"I'd call my parents first," he tells me. Damn. I was hoping he'd keep on joking. "I'd call them and probably visit them. I'd eat. And I'd have sex."

"Jesus, you really do think about sex 24/7, don't you?" I burst out laughing.

"Not really. 14/7," he corrects me with a big ass grin. "We talked about that. About missing human touch and all of that. I mean, I can touch you and I'm taking what I can get," right on cue, he takes my hand into his. "But there's more. I'd look for that more," he shrugs.

"Kook, would you change me?" I ask, earning a confused look from him.

"Huh? Like... personality? Looks?"

"No, not like that," I pause, trying to find the right words, not even sure what I want to ask or how to ask it. "If you could pick anyone to talk to, anyone that can see you, anyone to have your human ghost pact with, would you stick with me or would you pick someone else? And who?"

I thought he was going to make a joke or brush it off – I wasn't expecting him to go into deep thought but that's exactly what I see now. A frown and a wrinkled nose, as he thinks and imagines, going over all the people he knows and has ever met in his life. It takes him a few seconds and I watch as the frown melts and he looks at me with a tiny smile.

"Nah, I'd keep it this way," he shakes his head. "You might be boring but you're growing on me."

"Boring? Well, you sure as hell ain't growing on me, asshole."

A push turns into a push back and then he starts to tickle me. I push him away while crying out of laughter, cursing the fact that I can't smack the shit out of him with a pillow.

Damn him and his ghostly characteristics.