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Yim stretched out on his couch, munching on a snack as the TV flickered in front of him. He had found an old, mysterious pendrive lying on the ground earlier that day and, out of curiosity, plugged it into his television. To his surprise, it contained an obscure fantasy series set in an ancient kingdom. The visuals were stunning, the costumes regal, and the lead actor-who played a king-was captivating.

"Wow, this guy is so handsome," Yim muttered, his cheeks heating as he watched the king confidently deliver a commanding speech to his council. "If only I could meet someone like him in real life..."

The words had barely left his lips when the room was filled with a sudden, blinding flash of light. Startled, Yim shielded his eyes with his arm. The air around him seemed to shift, growing heavier and cooler. He heard the faint hum of something magical before everything went silent.

When he cautiously opened his eyes, his jaw dropped. He wasn't on his couch anymore. Instead, he found himself standing in an opulent bedroom with high ceilings, velvet drapes, and golden furnishings. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering flames of a large candelabra.



"What the-?" Yim began, his voice shaky. His gaze darted around, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. "This isn't my apartment!"

A soft groan came from the large, ornate bed at the center of the room. Yim froze as the figure under the covers stirred and sat up. The man blinked sleepily, his dark hair tousled and his bare chest partially visible beneath the silk sheets. It was the king from the series-Zee.



"What is going on?" Zee's deep, commanding voice filled the room as his sharp eyes locked onto Yim.

Yim let out a scream, stumbling backward and knocking over a nearby vase.

"Who are you?" Zee demanded, now fully awake and out of bed. He grabbed a sword from the bedside table and pointed it at Yim. "Speak, or I'll cut you down!"

"W-wait! Don't hurt me!" Yim stammered, raising his hands in surrender. "I can explain!"

Zee narrowed his eyes. "You'd better. How did you get into my chambers?"

Yim gulped, his mind racing. How was he supposed to explain this? "I'm... not from here," he said finally.

Zee raised an eyebrow, his grip on the sword tightening. "What do you mean?"

"I mean I'm not from this world!" Yim blurted out. "I was watching a series on TV, and you were in it, and then there was this weird flash of light, and now I'm here! I swear I'm telling the truth!"

Zee lowered the sword slightly, though his expression remained skeptical. "You're claiming to be from another world?"

"Yes!" Yim said, nodding fervently. "I can prove it! Uh... do you know what a TV is?"

Zee frowned. "A... what?"

"Okay, never mind," Yim muttered. He glanced around the room, desperate for a way to convince Zee. His eyes landed on a map on the wall. "That's your kingdom, right? In my world, this place is fictional. It doesn't exist."

Zee's expression faltered for a moment, but he quickly masked it. "Anyone could make that claim. You'll need more than that to convince me."

Yim sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Look, I know this sounds crazy, but I'm telling the truth. I didn't come here to hurt you or anything. I just... accidentally ended up here."

Zee studied Yim for a long moment, his eyes scanning him from head to toe. Finally, he sheathed his sword. "You don't look like an assassin," he said grudgingly.

Yim let out a breath of relief. "Thank you."

"But you're still a trespasser," Zee added. "And I can't let you roam freely until I know for sure that you're not a threat."

"Fair enough," Yim said. "Just... don't lock me in a dungeon, okay?"

Zee smirked faintly. "That depends on how cooperative you are."

The next few days were absolute chaos.

Yim, being the curious and mischievous boy he was, couldn't sit still. Everything in Zee's palace fascinated him. He poked at the intricate designs on the furniture, asked questions about ancient artifacts, and even tried on a royal robe, spinning around dramatically in front of a mirror.

Zee had to keep a close eye on him at all times. If he looked away for even a second, Yim was either running down the halls, climbing onto furniture, or pestering the guards with a million questions.

"Why is this chair so heavy?" Yim asked, dragging a golden throne across the floor.

Zee sighed and grabbed the back of Yim's shirt, pulling him away. "Because it's made of solid gold. Stop touching things."

"But it's so shiny-"

Zee picked him up effortlessly and set him down on a couch. "Sit. Stay."

Yim pouted but obeyed... for about five minutes.

Later that day, he found a set of ancient scrolls and began unraveling them excitedly.

"What's this?" Yim asked, his eyes scanning the faded ink.

"Royal decrees. Some of them are centuries old," Zee replied.

Yim gasped dramatically. "Wait! What if one of these says I can be king?"

Zee rolled his eyes. "It doesn't."

Yim hummed, clearly not convinced. Before Zee could stop him, he grabbed a golden goblet from a table. "Ooooh, this is so cool! I feel like a king already."

Zee groaned and, once again, grabbed the back of Yim's shirt, dragging him away.

"Stop running around," Zee scolded, trying to keep a straight face.

Yim grinned up at him. "You love chasing me, don't you?"

Zee exhaled, shaking his head. "You're exhausting."

Despite his words, there was something about Yim's playful energy that Zee found utterly captivating.

One evening, as they sat by the fire, Yim suddenly leaned his head against Zee's shoulder.

"You know," Yim murmured, "I used to think you were just a character in a show. But now that I've gotten to know you... you're so much more than that."

Zee turned his head slightly, his breath warm against Yim's temple. "And you... you've turned my world upside down."

Yim tilted his head up, their faces inches apart. "In a good way?"

Zee smirked. "I haven't decided yet."

Yim pouted. "Liar."

Zee chuckled, his hand coming up to cup Yim's cheek. "You drive me crazy."

Yim leaned into the touch, his heartbeat racing. "Then do something about it."

Zee didn't hesitate. He closed the distance between them, capturing Yim's lips in a deep, slow kiss. Yim melted into it, his arms wrapping around Zee's neck. The warmth of the fire, the soft crackling in the background-it all faded as they lost themselves in each other.

When they finally pulled apart, Yim was breathless. "So... does this mean I get to stay?"

Zee smirked. "Like I'd let you go."

Yim grinned, resting his forehead against Zee's. Maybe he had been pulled into this world by accident, but he had no intention of leaving now.

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