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Of course, something was up, it seemed way too good to be true. How could this amazing house be on the market for such an inexpensive price? Kun didn't question it then, he needed a new place to live and this was well within his budget.
Sure the lighting sucked and the floors had to be redone, but it wasn’t anything he couldn't handle. This place was just too perfect, up until he jolted awake at 3 in the morning to find a young man sitting on the edge of his bed.
Before he could properly react like, scream or throw a pillow, the man was gone. After that Kun couldn't go back to sleep, how could he? He stayed awake staring at the ceiling when things slowly started to piece together. His TV turning off, flickering lights, and the room temperature dropping 30 degrees at random times wasn't just faulty wiring. Finding his high school photo album in the kitchen when he swore he placed it in his room wasn't him just being stressed from night shifts.
Kun had a ghost living in his house.
Sometime in between contemplating calling a church, looking up paranormal investigators, and if he should tell his brother, Kun fell back to sleep.
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The next morning he woke up and began his usual routine almost having forgotten the events that occurred the previous night before. Unfortunately, everything came back to him the moment he stepped out of the shower and read the words "Good Morning!" written on the fogged-up mirror. Needless to say, he yelped and dropped his towel.
The slight sound of laughter that followed after had him scrambling to pick it back it up.
After getting dressed and removing the steam as quickly as possible from the mirror, he ran to the kitchen to gather his things before heading to work. He was going to prepare breakfast but after getting out of the shower he'd rather eat at work.
He thought he was clear to go but when he couldn’t find his keys he started to panic. He knew he placed them on the counter last night so if they're not there, then where could they be?
Kun's train of thought was quickly interrupted by the sight of his keys hanging midair. He took a step forward but froze when they began to jingle and move farther away. The ghost was taunting him. What kind of a ghost even is this? It's leaving good morning messages and taking his keys. It was acting like a child. Weren't ghosts supposed to be scary not annoying?
When he didn't move the ghost began to jingle his keys again slowly moving them to where Kun could grab them. He didn't know if he should, the ghost could just take them away. Getting tired of waiting around, he snatched the keys and started to head towards his backpack when it shouted, "Hey!" stopping him in his tracks.
Ignoring the panicked voice in his head telling him to run to his bedroom and lock it, he slung the bag over his shoulder and made a break for the front door. His mistake was looking back expecting to see something only to end up bumping into that something or in this case someone. He thought he had a concussion from falling back. Especially when he saw the looming figure of a man standing over him.
"Oh! I'm so sorry I just wanted to let you know you forgot your glasses. You must really need these if you're bumping into people." How hard did he hit his head? He couldn't have broken in? And he was quite sure he locked my door so who the hell-. realization of who the figure in front of him was, Kun scrambled back onto his feet.
"You-you’re- what?" the man ghost (?) figure giggled. Why is he giggling - ghosts don't giggle. "You're a funny human, much more entertaining than the last one that lived here anyway. By the way, you should get going or you'll be late!!"
All Kun could do was stare and the ghost, well, he just giggled some more and disappeared, his glasses just landed softly on the floor. After the initial shock of whatever the hell just happened set in, Kun grabbed his glasses and ran out the door.
Staring out the window of the bus, he couldn't help but think about the ghost apparition poltergeist thing (?) He wasn't quite sure what to identify it as since he wasn't see through. If he was Kun wouldn't have been able to see the way his eyes crinkled when he giggled.
He made a reminder on his phone to ask Chenle about it when he got off of work. Clearing his mind of ghosts as he stepped off the bus, he couldn't help but smile as he saw the bakery he worked at up ahead.
It was a simple job but boy did he love it. He loved the way the blueberry muffins smelled in the morning having come fresh out of the oven, or the way the hot chocolate tasted during the winter. He especially couldn't forget his favourite troublesome but kind-hearted friends that worked there, Hendery and Sicheng, who he might tell later about his midlife crisis.
Pulling the door open, he was greeted with the scent of light cinnamon and freshly brewed coffee. He greeted his other colleagues on his way to the back where he dropped off his bag and grabbed his apron. Sicheng hadn't arrived yet although he was technically 10 minutes early.
"Hey Kun do you think you could close up tonight? I need to leave early to pick up Johnny from a shoot." Kun didn't even need to think about the question. One less moment spent away from home the better. "Yeah, of course, Taeyong, it's no problem."
"Thanks dude you're a lifesaver!" As Taeyong disappeared into the kitchen Kun made his way to the front to start his shift.
Five hours later after serving who knows how many espressos and cleaning up 2 spills, Kun finally took his break with Sicheng sharing a slice of pie. They were discussing what the special dessert should be for the week, Jaehyun's banana bread or Taeyong's apple strudels when Hendery sat down across from him next to Sicheng. Maybe, just maybe Kun might tell them.
"How was class Hendery?" He looked devastated just from hearing that question. "Don't even ask, please. The professor decided to partner me up with Xiaojun and my god he's the snobbiest kid there." The disapproving look Sicheng gave him would make anyone feel bad. "Come on now I'm sure he's not that bad, besides you don't even know him yet."
You would think he failed his finals by the way he slumped back into his seat but when Sicheng nudged his shoulder offering him his slice of pie, Hendery seemed to cheer up.
"Hey guys uh, I have something to tell you." Gaining their attention and sitting up straight, he couldn't figure out where to start. Where does he even start? "Come on Kun my shift starts in 10 minutes." Huffing at Henderys comment, and failing to keep eye contact he just, spit it out.
"Okay so, there's a ghost living in my house."