CH One Shot (1/2)

It might be a hottie—a super hot hottie at that—but it’s a hottie floating in the air.

“Ahhh!” I scream at the top of my lungs, reaching a higher decibel than any female horror

movie character.

I’ve scared him away.

I’m about to catch a breath for my poor old heart when the hottie teleports back in front of

me again, floating.

I jump out of my skin and start screaming out of reflex.

Instantly, he is gone again.

I’ve gulped a few breaths of air when he hovers back again.

I’m thinking to myself: ‘Give me a break, man! You might not be tired but my throat hurts!’

I open my mouth to scream and the hottie covers it—I could cry right about now.

“Ma’am, I’m begging you. Please stop screaming. I’m sorry, alright? I’m sorry! It wasn’t

easy dying so let me stay dead for a while longer, okay? Seriously, your scream could scare the

dead back to life.”

So the hottie really is a ghost. “Mm-mm.” I nod.

He lets go of me and I take a deep breath.

I give his body a look-over and a score. Mhm, 9.8, I’d say. He’s a bit on the skinny side but

aside from that he’s perfect. Still, he could be considered a jewel among all the men I’ve seen,

possessing the makings of a bottom and the potentials of a top. He could definitely become a star

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industry if he had the right guidance!

Hottie is blus.h.i.+ng—am I ogling? I correct myself and ask admiringly, pointing at his feet

that aren’t touching the ground.

“Can all ghosts fly?”

He shoots me a look that says ‘Duh’ before pulling me up by the arm. The next thing I

realise, I’m flying.

I’m so thrilled that I can float in midair without any effort that I start flailing my limbs

around, jumping up and down, doing the worm here, and the doggy-style there then switching to

the b.r.e.a.s.t.stroke and then the plank.

A bead of sweat drips down Hottie’s face.

“You know you’re dead right?” He blurts.

Only then do I recall the sedan that drove over me just now. There’s only a pool of blood

when I turn back to look. The driver hit and ran and my body has probably been brought off to

the emergency room but I know the doctor’s are simply wasting their time.

I kind of zone out staring at the blood left on the ground.

“You wanna hunt that driver down? I know a cool dude who can get him real good!” Hottie

exclaims.

I shake my head. “Whatever. He didn’t do it on purpose anyway. Plus, it’s not so bad like

this. I mean I can fly!” I flap my arms like a bird.

“Nothing to rejoice over. You’re a goner once n.o.body misses you anymore!” He shoots me

a ‘You’re an idiot’ look.

“What…‘goner’?” I inquire tentatively.

“Disappear, duh. Your soul and everything,” he replies flatly without looking at me.

“So you’re saying, I’m only here ‘cause someone is thinking of me?”

“Hmmph, you’re not so stupid after all.” He raises a brow.

You’re stupid! I glare at him out of the corner of my eye.

“You’re right. G.o.ds exist on the basis of faith; ghosts exist on the basis of longing. The

more believers a G.o.d has the more powerful the G.o.d. A G.o.d with no believers would cease to

exist. Likewise, the more people missing the dead person, and the stronger their thought, the

stronger the ghost gets. When they’re forgotten, their soul disappears forever. You got that, kid?”

He pats me on the head as if I’m some child in kindergarten.

I stay quiet as I brood, and then I say, “I’d still prefer it if you called me ‘ma’am’ even

though you died before me.”

Hottie chokes.

I wonder who is missing me. Mom, dad and maybe one other person? When would they

forget about me?

Hottie pulls a balloon out of nowhere. It’s not a balloon that you inflate, but more like a ball

of gas with purple, misty swirls floating within. It’s very pretty.

“Gimme a hand,” he says to me.

“Sure! How?” I’m ready to go but I’ve no instructions.

“Put your hand on this ball and concentrate on the word ‘forget.’”

I do as he says and shortly after the ball starts glowing purple. Hottie is very happy.

“Wonderful! Thanks!”

“What is it?” As a new recruit, I must work hard and learn all about being a ghost.

“I can’t remember what the name is—it starts with ‘S’ I think—it’s really long and

complicated. Anyways I just call it balloon.”

I shouldn’t have asked. I roll my eyes at him.

“What’s it for?”

“It can make a person completely forget about someone, forget everything about that person.

It’ll work if it gets indications from one thousand people.”

“Really? Where did you get it?”

“I summoned it, duh. I’m pretty powerful.” He looks pleased with himself and makes it

vanish. I imitate his actions but nothing comes out. I’m b.u.mmed out. He must’ve been a

superstar to have such strong powers!

“You must’ve been really popular before! You must have lots of people thinking about you,

right?”

“Nahhh. I was comatose for two years before I died. I’m pretty sure any fans I might’ve had

would’ve left by then.”

“Then how come you’re more powerful than me?” I am not very happy about this.

“Well, there is just one!” He looks down and smiles unknowingly. “There’s one person

who’s been thinking about me.”

“A guy!” I proclaim.

“How did you know?” He gapes at me.

“Hehe. It’s the nose of a wolf!”

He refuses to continue our conversation.

Could the thought of one person—just one person—really produce such power?

I accompany Hottie as he goes around looking for ghosts to tap the balloon. If it’s a female

ghost, Hottie goes, and if it’s a male ghost, I go. No matter how you look at it, we look like

pimps.

We run into this mister who tries to scare me by taking his head off because I’m new.

I look him up and down before saying, “I couldn’t care less if you took your d.i.c.k off instead.”

The man freezes in embarra.s.sment, his face turning bright red like a virgin, and turns tails

and flees without even putting his head back on.

Hottie yells after him, “I don’t know her, Wong! I really don’t know her!”

I stand there snickering evilly, “There’s nothing you can do. He’s scarred for life! Mwahaha!”

When we finally finish collecting one thousand ‘forget’ indications, Hottie is very happy.

I ask him, “Who hurt you so bad that you wanna forget them this bad?

He protests, “What’re you talkin’ about? Hurt me? No one’d dare to do that! Who do you

think I am?”

In reply, I say, “Sorry-my-apologies-my-bad. That was just a stupid wolf talking. I beseech

your forgiveness, Your Holiness.”

Hottie starts acting like some heartbroken maiden with tears br.i.m.m.i.n.g, “But I’ve already

been hurt. I was so honest, loving and trusting with you. How could you be so dishonest,

unloving and untrusting with me?

I point at him, body shaking from being overwhelmed. “Bottom! Definitely a bottom!”

Hottie faceplams himself.

I fly and fly and fly to a very tall office building with Hottie. He stops dead in his tracks

when the exit comes into view, as if someone casted a freezing spell on him.

I follow his gaze.

It’s clocking out time and there are lots of people walking around but the first thing I see is a

handsome man. What can I say? Such rare beauty couldn’t be ignored even if you tried.

He’s one in a million! I’m pretty sure I’m drooling right about now. I give him a 10 because

he’s buffer and more mature than the hottie. Kind and confident eyes, graceful posture, elegant

and gentlemanly, no one can see through his perfect appearance to spy the calculating heart

within. He is the epitome of my ideal evil seme2