After weeks I spent with my nose buried in a book, I finally have some freedom. Unfortunately, I don't have much of it but at least I get to have one night out with Jimin.

Just a beer or two at a nearby bar but it's still good enough to be considered a night off.

After all, I need a mood fixer ASAP because today has been beyond shitty.

For days, I've been trying to figure out how to navigate a ghost roommate around my boyfriend, seeing as my boyfriend would practically be attached to my hip and I already have a ghost that's doing just that.

Only to have my wonderful boyfriend cancel on me.

It's been weeks since I last saw him and this weekend was supposed to be therapeutic but no, his daddy needs him to work weekends too.

I should google how to make a voodoo doll of Namjoon's father. At least that would make me feel better, even if I don't cause him some major damage.

I'm pissed, tired and I need to get some alcohol into my body, ASAP.

With Hobi with his study group and Jungkook spending the time in park freaking out dogs, I finally didn't feel the need to lock every single door I come through. I could finally take a shower like a normal human being, without being afraid of my best friend barging in or me or a ghost feeling himself nearby.

I even pick out a dress.

It was bound to end in tears, really. I should have known better. I should have known to lock everything, even if no locks could actually stop him.

I should have known better. I should have gotten dressed in the bathroom, the only area that is absolutely off limits for him while I'm in there.

I most definitely shouldn't have bounced around my room, wearing nothing but my cotton boxers.

"Hey, JJ, have you... Oops!"

I don't even have a chance to scream in surprise, to hide or even to cover myself. I'm right in front of him, 95% naked. And his eyes are wide as he's frozen in place.

Neither one of us can actually move. I can't even turn around or cover myself, despite dying of embarrassment when I watch his eyes go over me, up and down, up and down.

I can't believe that he's the one that actually unfreezes first and turns around.

"I really wish I could knock right now."

The second he speaks, I unfreeze as well. Cursing under my breath, I grab the first shirt I can find, which happens to be the one I sleep in. "Tell me when it's safe to turn around."

"It's safe," I mumble as I pull the shirt down over my legs, as far as it can go. "We need to make a signal or something because I want to die right now."

"You sure about that?" he raises his eyebrow.

"Jungkook, not the time for jokes," I sigh.

"Right, sorry," he mumbles. "And sorry for barging in. I'm just... I'm just going to go somewhere else. Enjoy your night out."

I feel bad but before I can say anything, he's gone.

No, JJ, no. You didn't attack him, you didn't say anything. Nothing to feel bad about. Absolutely nothing.

We really do need a signal, though. If he can't exactly knock, we need to think of something because I do not want it to happen again.

...

The biggest problem with being a ghost is having too much time and not enough energy.

Like, right now. I'm staring at a black TV screen, simply because it's all but impossible for me to take a DVD case from the shelf, open it, take the CD out, put it in the player and play it.

It's even worse with computers. I'd die all over again if I tried to illegally download something.

JJ is out and so is Hobi.

I can't speak with him so it's more boring than being with her but it's still something.

I have nothing to do and I don't want to freak out the old man downstairs anymore. JJ was right; I'll kill the man. And if he joins me in afterlife, I'm pretty sure he'll be bitchy enough to retaliate.

So, I just sit and stare at the empty screen.

God her breasts are perfect.

Nope, no, hell no. No.

I'm a ghost. She's a human. A human that'll call you out on your bullshit. Hell no.

I just miss having sex.

I really fucking miss it.

And she really has a nice ass too.

Nope, stop it. Stop it, right now.

It's too late, isn't it?

I look down at my pants and you, it's too fucking late.

"Angelina Jolie, Angelina Jolie," I mumble to myself as I put my hands down my pants. "Just Angie."

....

"Okay," Jimin sighs. "Consider this an intervention. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing's wrong with me," I frown. "Why are you attacking me?"

"Because you've been acting weird for weeks, JJ," he tells me. "You spend your time locked up in your room even if you're not studying. You're quieter than usual. Is this because of Namjoon? Because he told me that he had to cancel on your plans and that you didn't take it well."

"No, I didn't take it well."

That's the problem when you share your best friends with your boyfriend; when things go sour, even for a little while, they know it all.

Every single problem Namjoon and I ever had, Hoseok knew about it, Jimin knew about it and Yoongi knew about it. Nothing was ever solved and resolved just between the two of us.

It always annoyed the hell out of me but there wasn't much either one of us could do about it; they are our friends and we trust them, after all. Besides, our problems were usually much less major.

"You know I'm not going to sit here and defend him," he tells me, reaching for my hand across the table. "You have a point as much as he does but you need to meet each other somewhere in the middle."

Another problem with sharing best friends with your boyfriend: they never ever take sides. Always neutral, always you're both right or you're both wrong. And while that is very nice and lovely, I sometimes need someone to smack me and tell me I'm wrong. Or to tap me on the back and say that I have a point. My best friends can't do that because that would mean taking sides and they don't do that.

"I'm losing my fucking patience, Jimin," I admit, staring down at my beer, watching as the foam slowly disappears and turns into the yellow liquid I consider my elixir of life. "It's becoming too much for me."

Or too little, depending on how you want to look at it.

"You still love him, don't you?"

"I do," I nod. "I just can't measure the strength of it. Besides, when was love alone enough?"

I don't understand how it could have gone so sour. We have been together since we were 17! 17! He was my first everything. He was even my first kiss, despite it happening long before we started dating. I had no idea that camping trip would end up with a truth or dare at the campfire and me kissing my future boyfriend of five years.

And look at us now.

"Chim, I don't think he loves me," I admit.

"JJ, don't be stupid," he rolls his eyes. "He loves you and you know it. He's always loved you."

"Yeah, in some shape of form," I nod. "But it's not like it was before, I can tell you that. I don't know if the flames burning out or what the hell is happening but it's not like it was before."

"It's just because you can't see him," he tells me. "When you see him, it'll all get back into it's place."

"Yeah," I chuckle. "The problem is, I won't be seeing him soon."

I just want to go home, snuggle in my bed and talk to Jungkook.

Except I don't think I'll be able to look him in the eyes for a good couple of days.