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"Hobi, I don't think we should be doing this." Namjoon held my hand tightly as we snuck around an abandoned amusement park.

We came here on a date because I wanted to and Namjoon knew it'd be a long time before I wanted anything different. Namjoon really loved me and I really loved him so we did everything we could to satisfy each other.

"I'll keep you safe, baby." I kissed his cheek and he pouted.

"Don't baby me. I'm not scared it's just... not very legal." Namjoon got annoyed when treated him like a baby because he was bigger than me in every way.

"I know, but all I want to do I have a picnic I'm the food truck field. People keep saying they hear about a ghost haunting there."

"Which ghost?" Namjoon asked while swinging our arms.

"They say he's the ghost of one of the most popular chef's son who killed himself on top of the Ferris wheel." I had a big smile displayed on my face and Namjoon chuckled while shaking his head.

"Whatever you say, Hobi."

When we got to the food field we found a blanket already laid down. Namjoon was hesitant at first but I just ran over to it and tested to see if there was anything under it before deciding it was safe.

"Come here." I whispered yelled and Namjoon walked over. "Let see if he'll dance with us."

Namjoon and I have a thing that we do on every date night. We slow dance together to the same song either before or after we go somewhere, but no one was there so we planned on dancing before eating.

"I'll play the song." Namjoon went on his phone and put the song on. While he was searching for it we were swaying slightly a hugging each other.

Dancing was our way to show as much love as sex, but not actually having sex. Having sex feels great and Namjoon treats me like a prince when we do it, but we mostly just want to feel each other as close as possible.

The song was long over and we were still swaying while closing our eyes.

"Hobi." Namjoon whispered. "I think the rumors may be true." He sounded like he was slightly scared, but mostly shocked.

"What?" I asked and looked up at him. He didn't say anything but soon I felt hands go through my hair. Those hands weren't Namjoon's. "Oh, can you see him?"

Namjoon slowly looked up.

"Y-Yeah, you might want to see him." I slowly turned my head and the hand slipped out of my hair.

There standing in front of us was a short lean man in his 20s. His pitch black hair covered his eyes and a black mask covered his nose and mouth.

His hands were big and veiny and his thighs were somewhat thick inside the tight pants he was wearing.

"He looks so real." I whispered and Namjoon reached out for his hand. When he was able to intertwine his fingers with the ghost's I gasped. "He is."

"My name is Yoongi." The ghost spoke quietly. "I'm very real. Maybe not alive, but real." Yoongi gripped Namjoon's hand and put his other hand back in my hair.

"I'm Hoseok." I mumbled and Yoongi chuckled. "This is Namjoon." I grabbed Namjoon's free hand and Yoongi glanced down at them.

"You two are together, right?" Yoongi took a step closer to his chest was almost touching mine. I nodded and Yoongi let out a quiet sob. "I'm sorry."

Yoongi dropped his head on my shoulder while hugging Namjoon's waist. He cried for a short while Namjoon moved his, now free, hand to rub his back.