𝗪𝗛𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗢𝗡𝗡𝗔 𝗖𝗔𝗟𝗟? ❥ booseoksoon.

V. who you gonna welcome?

"Welcome," Soonyoung said, spreading his arms wide as they "This is our humble abode. It's not much, but do make yourselves at home."

"Really isn't much," Wonwoo deadpanned.

Seungkwan sighed. "Look, this house was made for three, not thirteen. But we're going to have to lay some ground rules."

"Ground rules?" Seokmin asked.

Seungkwan nodded. "Firstly, please never phase into the bathroom. Ever. If you're there, I don't want to know."

"A bathroom," Minghao mused. "Interesting."

"It's where you take a shit," Seungkwan elaborated.

"Honestly, that's the only rule we need," Soonyoung decided. "Are there any questions?"

Chan raised his hand.

"Yes?"

"What is that?" Chan pointed at the computer in the corner of the room.

Seokmin opened his mouth to explain, but he looked over at Wonwoo and Vernon. "I'll let Wonwoo and Vernon explain it to all of you. Any other questions?"

Soonyoung was the one to raise his hand this time.

"Yes, Soonyoung."

"Can we steal them for our future ghostbusting activities?"

Junhui gasped. "You jack off ghosts?"

Seungkwan sighed, rubbing his temples. "Seok in, this is why I told you we needed to change that name."

"That's just what it's called!" Seokmin huffed. "Mythbusting isn't jerking off myths. It is not my fault!"

Seungkwan couldn't argue with that. "Well, this is it." He gestured around the room once more. "Um, if you need anything, we'll do our best to help."

At those words, most of the ghosts promptly disappeared, but Chan still remained, looking around the area. "This is all so new," he gushed. "What's this?"

He pointed at the two bookends holding up BSS's ghostbusting manuals.

"Um," Soonyoung gestured randomly. "They're bookends."

"Fascinating!" And Chan was off with the rest of them, leaving the ghostbusting trio to themselves.

"This is so fun!" Seokmin gushed, falling into his seat. "I can't wait to teach them all about the modern day."

"If they want," Seungkwan replied. He opened his mouth to say more, but Mingyu phased into the room again.

"Um," he started, "where's the food? Preferrably oranges."

"Scurvy?"

"Scurvy."