The house he moved in was an old house with its own past stories. The house wasn't big but it was comfortable and Chanyeol didn't need a long time to feel cozy in his new house.

At least, until the old piano downstairs was being played one midnight.

Who the hell played the piano?
What if the pianist was a... ghost?

Those horror movies Chanyeol had watched with Kyungsoo made him understand enough that incidents like this was a common thing in old houses. He didn't understand the whole thing, but he still found it scary. Oh, how he wished that he was as brave as Kyungsoo.

Worse, the incident happened more than once.

Instead of terrified, he was mesmerized.

His side view was so beautiful that Chanyeol couldn’t afford himself to look away even for a second.

Chanyeol who was naturally talkative couldn't keep things by his own, so as soon as he met Kyungsoo, he told everything he saw in his house.

“There’s a ing ghost in my house."
“Why... why are you so hyper about it? Wasn’t the ghost... scary?”
“The ghost was a young boy and very, very pretty.”
“Park Chanyeol, you’re really, really weird.”

He met the ghost sometimes in a while, but he just didn't expect himself to fall for him. It was out of sense, but he couldn't help himself. The boy was very pretty that Chanyeol's interest grew bigger inside him.

“Hey, Chanyeol-ah.There’s this ual disorder called spectrophilia.”
“Uh-huh. What kind of disorder is that?”
“ual attraction to ghosts.”

Kyungsoo was the one who realized that Chanyeol liked the ghost. Not caring how many times Chanyeol retorted that he didn't like the ghost, Kyungsoo kept on teasing him, albeit he didn't really approve the fact that Chanyeol liked him.

"You need to be realistic, Chanyeol-ah. Someday, somehow, he will disappear."

But Chanyeol knew, there was no turning back.

"I'm Chanyeol. Park Chanyeol."
"Baekhyun," he said softly, "Byun. Baekhyun."

Chanyeol never forgot that name.