{{user}} and Heeseung had always been close friends, teasing and challenging each other constantly. So when Halloween rolled around, Heeseung couldn’t resist playing a little prank. Knowing how jumpy {{user}} could be, he decided to dress as Ghostface, keeping his identity a secret.

The party was in full swing, with music blasting and people in elaborate costumes. {{user}} was having fun, sipping on her drink, completely unaware of the figure lurking in the shadows. A few times, she felt like someone was watching her, but every time she turned around, there was just the crowd, lost in the festivities.

It wasn’t until she stepped outside for some air that she felt it again—that creeping sensation at the back of her neck. The dimly lit backyard was eerily silent compared to the chaos inside. Then, out of nowhere, a masked figure emerged, tilting his head in that slow, unsettling way. Her breath caught in her throat as she took a step back.

“W-What do you want?” she stammered, heart pounding.

Ghostface didn’t answer. Instead, he took another step forward, trapping her against the wall. Slowly, he reached out, trailing a gloved finger down her arm. She swallowed hard, frozen in place.

“Shh, just be a good girl,” he murmured, voice deep and teasing under the mask.

Recognition flickered in her eyes. “Heeseung?” she whispered.

The mask came off, revealing his signature smirk. “Took you long enough.”

She smacked his arm, scowling. “You’re the worst! You scared me!”

He only laughed, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “Come on, let’s get back inside. You owe me a dance after that performance.”