"I swear to god, Baekhyun, I'm not imagining things," says Kyungsoo, eyes wider than usual and palms flattened on top of the café table. "There's something in my apartment."

Baekhyun swirls his straw around in his milk tea cupp and tilts his head to the side in a manner that would have been contemplative and sympathetic if he weren't seconds from laughing in Kyungsoo's face.

"Maybe you should call an exterminator," suggests Baekhyun in a nochalant manner that makes Kyungsoo want to peg the napkin dispenser off the top of his head.

"For the last time, it's not some rodent!" exclaims Kyungsoo - loud enough that some of the other tables turn to look at him. He drops his tone and leans closer to Baekhyun, his cheeks hot. "I don't think it's... alive, Baekhyun," he whispers tersely.

Baekhyun stares at him like he has magically sprouted three heads.

"Are you trying to tell me that you believe that there is a ghost in your apartment?"