Capturing My Demon King Costar

MY COSTAR COMES WHEN CALLED

Yao Shen looks up at the young man in shock.

"How did you get in here?" he asks, his voice going high and creaky.

The man jumps down from the counter and walks towards Yao Shen, his hands on his waist. "I came in through the wall."

Right.

Yao Shen gives the young man a long once-over, scrutinizing his appearance.

His hair is incongruously curly, some of it falling into his eyes, shorter on the sides and longer on top. He's attractive in a slightly old fashioned way. His eyebrows aren't shaped and his skin is a little sunburned, golden like a wheat field under the warm morning sun.

He's wearing an absolutely blinding pink and cyan windbreaker.

With matching pants.

"Are you a ghost?" Yao Shen asks, fairly certain that he can't be anything else, looking as he is like the cast of some nostalgic 90's show.

The guy rolls his eyes. "No, I was born being able to do this." He exemplifies what 'this' means by disappearing through the floor he was just standing on, to resurface moments later.

Naturally, Yao Shen screams.

He's not frightened that he's a ghost, but the shock of seeing someone disappear through the floor, and then of half a head protruding through the sticky linoleum of his trailer is probably going to stay with him for a long time.

The ghost glares at him. "What are you acting so shocked for? I know you can see us, you saw that woman in the restaurant."

His words bring Yao Shen out of his stupor. "Wait, you were there? How come I didn't see you?"

"I was hiding."

"Right," Yao Shen says, nodding dumbly. His day just keeps getting worse, doesn't it? "What's your name, and what do you want from me?"

"My name is Jia Hao, and since you're not good enough for Gao Wu, you're going to buy me a mobile chip."

Yao Shen nods again, on autopilot this time. "How are those two things related?"

Jia Hao glares at him as if he's incredibly stupid. "How am I, a ghost, supposed to register a phone chip? I have no identification documents, seeing as I'm dead, more importantly, no one except you can see me."

"Fine, I'll get you a mobile chip," Yao Shen says, a little freaked out by Jia Hao's intensity. He guesses people were just different in the nineties. "Wait don't you want a phone too?"

Jia Hao rolls his eyes at him. "I've long since stolen one. I just need someone to register a phone chip for me."

"So you can get in touch with Gao Wu?" Yao Shen asks, slightly confused by what Jia Hao intends to do once he was a working cellphone.

"Yes, but first you're going to introduce me as your cute friend." Jia Hao glares at him, his thick eyebrows disappearing into the boyish curls Yao Shen is now realizing are probably the result of a period appropriate perm. "Use some guy's photo, and say I'm his fan or something."

There is an obvious flaw to Jia Hao's plan, but Yao Shen refrains from pointing it out -- out of respect for the dead.

"Sure, I can do that."

Jiao Hao seems surprised that his plan worked out so smoothly, but he still points a finger in Yao Shen's face before saying, "You'll have until tomorrow to get me the chip, or else I'll haunt you everyday and make your life unbearable."

He disappears into thin air afterwards.

Yao Shen is annoyed at having to deal with a ghost's romantic problems on top of everything else he's dealing with.