So every time I have a dream, as long as I remember it when I wake up, I'll write it down.
—Let's begin—
"Ding—-Ding—-"
The doorbell rang. Who is it? So late at night. I don't have any reservations—I run a guesthouse called Forest.
I went around the garden to open the door. It was already late at night, but the moon was nowhere to be seen.
"Park Chanyeol?!" I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. Yes, it was him!
"What are you doing here?" He seemed not to recognize me. He just said anxiously, "All the hotels around here are full. My phone shows that this is the only place I can stay."
I twitched my lips and then burst out laughing. This reason was just too absurd...
"It's alright, it's alright. You can stay here for now. Come in."
When my mom saw Park Chanyeol, she immediately said to me, "Isn't this the celebrity you talk about every day?"
"Yeah, what's wrong?"
"Why are you in our house?"
"How would I know? Hahahaha, it's fate."
Then Park Chanyeol stayed at my house for a day.
I also asked him for his autograph.