For many years, Chanyeol has lived in his own house that is isolated from the city of Seoul. Being an author and all, Chanyeol purposely bought the house for many reasons; one of them being that it is simply quiet and peaceful. As an author, he needs peace and quiet in order to concentrate, for making up storylines is no easy task when one is living in the busy and noisy part of Seoul. Luckily for Chanyeol, for many years, it has always been quiet and peaceful in his neighborhood. Except for this one night.

Chanyeol can barely see the time as he is squinting hard, trying to read the time on his digital clock. Apparently, it is barely five in the morning, and Chanyeol almost forgets why he woke up in the first place when he hears a bustle of noises down in his kitchen. Begrudgingly, Chanyeol sits up on his bed before putting on his bathrobe, too exhausted to even pay a heed to what he looks like at the moment. All Chanyeol can guess is that he looks awful, but he can really care less.

It takes Chanyeol a moment to mentally prepare himself before cautiously opening the door, the noise downstairs becoming ever so prominent.

Chanyeol has never been in a situation where he has a robber in his house, so with his instincts, he grabs a baseball bat from his closet and slowly walks down the stairs, careful not to make a sound.

As Chanyeol is walking down the stairs, he can hear his heart beating sporadically and feel his chest about to burst from fear. Indeed, Chanyeol will admit that he is scared, but who can blame him when it's barely five in the morning and there is a potential robber in his house? Heck, the robber possibly has a gun in hand, and what does Chanyeol have? A baseball bat.

When Chanyeol is nearing the kitchen, the noise he heard before abruptly stops. Instead, what Chanyeol hears next almost makes him feel embarrassed. Whoever it is in his kitchen just elicited a soft moan in delight, and Chanyeol can not help but blush at the cute sound. Soon enough, his curiosity reached its peak, and without wasting another second, Chanyeol barges into his kitchen, baseball bat gripped so tightly by his hands that the tips of his fingers are turning red.

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing in my house?!" Chanyeol shouts before scrunching his eyebrows and lowering his baseball bat, seeing that the "robber" is a young boy who has a jar of blueberry jam in one hand while he has his finger of the other hand in his mouth, seemingly to be something off of it. The young boy who hears Chanyeol shout at him widens his eyes, and he immediately slides his finger out of his mouth.

"Oh, hello! Do you, by any chance, have strawberry jam in your house? I've been looking for it, but it seems that the only thing you have is blueberry jam. Now, I don't really prefer blueberry jam, but since it's the only thing you have, I had no choice but to-"

"I asked who the hell are you?!" Chanyeol shouts again, shocked at how his voice is not as stern as before from seeing how scared the young boy looked.

"I'm... not sure, actually."

"You know what? I don't have time for this. I need to go meet my publisher in three hours. Either you can leave my house right now, or I'm calling the cops."

"But I'll have nowhere to go!" the boy cries out, hoping to get some pity out of Chanyeol, but the latter is not taking any of it. He stomps his way towards the young boy and grabs him tightly by the wrist before dragging the small boy to the entrance.

"Step into his house again and I will not be afraid to call the police," Chanyeol seethes with venom before opening the door and pushing the small boy out.

Before, Chanyeol believed that getting rid of the boy may leave him at peace, but it somehow makes it worse for him. The young boy seems so familiar to him. Almost too familiar, and it is frightening him at how familiar the boy seems. Then, Chanyeol remembers, and the memory starts gushing through him. Without sparing a second, Chanyeol rushes upstairs and dashes to his room, searching for that one book on his shelf. It takes him a second to eventually find it, and when he does, he takes the book off his shelf and opens up to a certain page and begins reading.

Byun Baekhyun is a young boy at the age of eighteen. He, however, is not your typical teenage boy. Baekhyun is a boy who thrives on adventure, love, and, of course, strawberry jam...

"Oh my God..." Chanyeol whispers when the book starts to slip from his hands, eventually crashing down onto the floor. He can not believe what is happening at the moment. This must all be a dream. Yes, indeed, this is all just a dream. Chanyeol decides that he will go back to sleep, knowing for sure that when he wakes up, everything will all turn out to be a dream. There is no possible way that the character he created and loved so much in one of his fantasy books has come to life, especially a dead character.

There is no possible way.

Right?

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