Three years ago you had moved into an old house, your stay has been amazing so far, everything seems to be in place, always ready and working. Despite the rumors of its previous owner dying in the said hour and it being haunted, you don't believe it, you love your home, and if there was a ghost, you'd probably thank it for making your life easy.

Jimin, a ghost, lived with you in your-HIS house. He had grown to love you and always stuck around with you. Trying to make your stay as comfortable as he could make it. Recently, he had found himself being able to touch and hold things, like an actual human. Could it really mean he was coming back to life?

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There you were, cuddled up on the couch eating your favorite ice cream. You felt a cold embrace, a chilled feeling on your lips, then your neck, almost as if there was someone kissing you.

"Ah, my love, you look most definitely gorgeous tonight. How I would ravish you if I was real." You heard a voice say, as you looked towards your side you saw a faint outline of a man, it becoming more and more visible and you felt the kisses and hugs. You screamed. You felt a tug on the strap of your bra. A cold, hard touch. As you looked again, there he was. Jimin, the previous tennant of your house.

"Well hello, my love."