𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟? ❥ booseoksoon.

II. who you gonna lose?

"Can we go?"

"Kwon Soonyoung!" Seungkwan exclaimed, clearly exasperated. "We have been in this warehouse for five minutes. Unless you want to wait until more ghosts congregate here. You know they multiply like hydras."

"Right," Soonyoung huffed. He held the smoke machine close to his chest. "Let's bust."

Seokmin sighed. "Ever since you said it makes you feel good, I can't hear anything you say normally anymore."

"Oops?"

"Guys!" Seungkwan wasn't even the leader of the trio, but he prided himself on being the only one who ever knew what was happening. "Look at the door. It just opened, and I know from going around the building that there are no windows that coud cause a breeze."

Soonyoung, already spooked, angles the fog machine towards the door. Seokmin and Seungkwan continue walking forwards, however, Seokmin's grip on the flashlight faltering.

"Do I really have to do everything?" Seungkwan grumbled, bending down to pick up the flashlight where it bumped into the door. When he looked up, two ghosts were facing him. One of them was tall, a head taller than the one next to it, which was really just short. The former wore a white shirt with billowing sleeves, a small criss-cross pattern to tighten it just below his throat. He had on dark pants as well, along with what Seungkwan could only assume to be a very large belt. His shoes only confirmed that he was a pirate. As for the other ghost, he wore a similar out, this one with tighter sleeves and missing the belt. He wore flat shoes, not boots, and a wide-eyed expression. Victorian era maybe?

When Seungkwan blinked, the two of them were gone. He immediately wrangled Soonyoung over, pointing the smoke machine into the room and blasting it. "I know you're in here!" he called, watching the ghosts materialize as they started coughing. So what if it was a smoke machine? It worked, and ghosts weren't able to control their visibility while coughing.

"Ha!" Seokmin said, pointing at the ghosts as if he'd done anything to help uncover them.

The pirate, as Seungkwan had guess correctly, took a step forwards, holding up his hands— well, a hand and a hook— up in defeat. "Fine," he grumbled, "we'll leave."

"Hold on." Soonyoung took a step forwards, pointing at the shorter ghost. "Are you his kid?"

"I'm older," the ghost replied, voice icy and hoarse.

"Okay, jeez." Soonyoung took the same step, this time backwards. "My bad?"

Seungkwan placed a reassuring hand on Soonyoung's shoulder. He faced the two ghosts. "What business do you have in Caratland?"

"You fucking posers!" Seokmin added for dramatic effect.

Seungkwan turned around, glaring at Seokmin. "Let the adults handle this."

"You think Soonyoung is more of an adult than m— I'm older than you, dammit!"

"Sorry about him," Seungkwan said with his classic customer service smile, leaning against the doorframe with his grasp still tight on Soonyoung's shoulder so that he didn't pass out. "Did catch your names. Or your ages. Or—"

"Kim Mingyu," the taller one said. "Born in 1684. Pirate."

The shorter one stepped forwards, and Seungkwan realized that the shellshocked look on his face was most likely a remain of how he died. Mingyu had one too, though small, a scar on his cheek. "Lee Jihoon. 1683. I didn't have a job."

"Victorian era for sure," Seungkwan muttered. "Well, my good friends dorks 1 and 2 and I would really appreciate if you two could stop haunting this building— and Caratland as a whole."

Jihoon narrowed his eyes, which Seungkwan honestly thought he couldn't do. "Who are you to tell us that, exorcists?"

Seokmin suddenly butted in, splitting Seungkwan and Soonyoung. "Can we do the thing?"

"We don't nee—"

"Let's do the thing!"

Seungkwan sighed, putting his hand into a thumbs up. "I'm BooSeokSoon's youngest, Boo," he murmured.

"I'm BooSeokSoon's leader, Seok!" Seokmin said, putting in way too much enthusiasm for how late at night it was.

Soonyoung straightened up. "I'm BooSeokSoon's oldest, Soon!" He switched out his thumbs up for a tiger pose, which nobody could really stop.

"And together," Seokmin started as Mingyu and Jihoon stared at them like they were crazy, "we are..."

"BooSeokSoon!"

"Also known as..." Seokmin swiped his hands in front of him, as though unveiling a title. "...The Ghostbusters."

Jihoon and Mingyu shared a look. "You jack off ghosts?" Mingyu asked, tightening his belt.

Seungkwan threw his hands up in the air. "I told you it was dumb—"

"—you would rather have Soonyoung name us—"

"—what the hell did I do? I—"

"—could've just been BooSeokSoon, but—"

"—unserious, and we need a good name—"

"Stop, guys," Soonyoung suddenly directed, pointing at the room again. "They're gone."

"This is all your fau—"

"Guys!"

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i would like you lovely wattpad readers to know that on ao3 ive tagged this with "marvel type humour"