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[CONTENTID2]Chanbaek[/CONTENTID2]

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            Things for Chanyeol started going downhill. When he first started working as a writer, it was all fun and games. Now, he couldn’t think of an idea that would go for his blog. It was his writers block.

Being in the city wore him out because there was always noise and people. He hated noise and people. Rather than being around others, he would want to spend it indoors with his cat, One Eyed Jack.

Chanyeol, after a month and a half of writers block, decided that he was going to move to the countryside. He did not like all the grass so much because of his allergies, but nothing was helping him in the city.

So, upon making the decision, he immediately started looking up places that were close but not in the city. It was difficult with a writers pay, but he still found something that would help him. It was a cottage with two bedrooms, one bath, a back yard, full kitchen, and living room. The cottage was more than enough for lonesome Chanyeol.

The writer unpacked the last box then stood up, hands on his stiff lower back. He groaned softly and glanced around him. The place he bought was a little bigger than his apartment in the city, which gave him a lot of room respectively.

He sighed and scratched the back of his head. “I suppose I should head to the general store before it closes.” The man groaned as he trod over to the entryway, shoving his feet into his shoes and plodded out the door.

Chanyeol stuffed his hands in his pockets, knowing that this place was a one road village, so he didn’t have to worry about getting lost. He didn’t look up from gazing at the ground, not really interested in getting to know the people around him. It wasn’t like he was planning on staying there long, just throughout the summer.

He managed to find the store, cringed at the prices, bought him food and certain necessities he’d need, and made his way back home. Nothing special. Except now his wallet was a little thinner. Of course, everyone was interested in him because he was new in their little town of three thousand people. A writer from the big city!

He scoffed, kicking a rock out of the way. “This better work.”

            “What better work?”

Chanyeol nearly jumped a foot in the air then whirled around to the person behind him. “How are you so quiet?” He asked incredulously, not bothering for a name.

            “It’s easy being quiet.”

He tilted his head, staring at the strange boy in front of him. “Who’re you?”

            “I am Baekhyun, your