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Yoongi's P.O.V.
"Shh! I'm here, I'm here, I'm right beside you" I said pulling her in a hug and trying to calm her.
"W-we are not d-dead? W-we are not g-ghosts?" Yin asked looking up at me with eyes filled with tears. I chuckled at her and shook my head.
"We are alive and are in our bedroom and it's...um...1:52 am right now" I said checking the time.
"What did you dreamed of?" I asked laying back again with her. She gripped my shirt tightly and snuggled closer to me.
"We were in the plane going to China to meet my family but That plane was haunted. There were only ghost passengers except us and at 11:52 the plane crashed and I woke up" She said.
"I think you dreamed of a plane crash because of the news we heard on the T.V. That news haunted your mind nothing else, Now let's sleep, hm?" I said and she nodded. I wrapped my arm around her waist and closed my eyes but then opened them again to ask her a question. 
"Yin"
"Hmm?"
"In your dream did we met Kim Seokjin? Your favourite chef? Before dying?" I asked. 
"No, We didn't met him, Why?"
"Then That's impossible. You dying without meeting Kim Seokjin is impossible" I said and sighed.
"Right, I can't die without meeting him" She said. 
"But I'm more important than him, right?" I asked her. 
"I don't think so" she said chuckling.
"Why does that man has so much effect on you than your husband?" 
"Because he is WorldWide Handsome Chef, Now Sleep, Dumbo!" She said to me and then we drifted off to sleep.
A/N: 
Hehe...Thank You For Reading This Smol 'Horror' story.