“Where’s... Valentino?” he asked suddenly, his voice shaking with uncertainty.

His siblings exchanged awkward glances.

“Who?” his sister asked, her tone a bit too sweet. “You mean your... ‘dream world’ boyfriend?”

Kai’s heart skipped a beat. “What are you talking about?”

“You were in a coma for a while, Kai,” his younger brother said, trying to suppress a grin. “The whole thing with Valentino... the babies... everything... it was all part of a dream. A prank, actually.”

Kai stared at them, unblinking. His mind refused to comprehend what they were saying. His heart pounded in his chest.

“No,” Kai said, his voice shaking, a sob escaping from his throat. “No... it wasn’t a dream. It was real. Valentino... he... he was real. We were... together.” His eyes filled with tears as he fought to hold on to the fragments of that other world. “And the babies... everything was real.”

His siblings couldn’t hold back their laughter anymore. It wasn’t cruel or mocking, but the laughter stung. They laughed because it was a joke, and to them, it had been nothing more than a funny prank.

“Kai,” his older sister said, wiping her eyes as she tried to stifle her giggles. “We’re so sorry, but it was just an April Fool’s prank! We pretended to be everyone from your... dream world, the fantasy world. We made it all up.”

Kai’s breath caught in his throat as the words settled in. His head swam. His vision blurred.

“No...” Kai whispered. “No, this can’t be happening. Valentino... and the babies... it was all real!” His voice broke, his chest tightening. “Why would you do this to me? Why would you make me believe in something like that?”

His siblings’ faces grew serious. They hadn’t meant to hurt him. They had thought it would make him laugh when he woke up.

“We didn’t want to hurt you, Kai,” his younger brother said, his voice soft with regret. “We just wanted to bring you back... make you feel better. We thought it would be funny to... pretend to be those people from your dream.”

Kai felt his heart break, and with it, the foundation of the world he had believed in crumbled. He couldn’t breathe. The memories of Valentino—the love, the tenderness they had shared—felt like distant echoes now.

Kai’s mother entered the room, her face lighting up as she saw her son awake. The moment her eyes met his, tears began to well up in them. She rushed to his side, her hands shaking as she cupped his face gently, running her thumb across his cheek.

“My baby boy,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. “You’re awake! We’ve missed you so much.”

Kai was taken aback by her happiness. He didn’t know how to feel—still numb from the events that had just unfolded—but he could see how much it meant to her. His mother’s warm embrace enveloped him as she hugged him tightly, her tears falling freely.

“We thought we lost you,” she sobbed, her voice breaking. “But you’re here. You’re really here.”

Kai, despite the confusion and pain swirling in his heart, couldn’t help but feel comforted by his mother’s embrace. He knew she had been worried, and seeing her so relieved made his heart ache even more. But the memories of Valentino and everything he thought he had lost still hung heavily in his mind.

“I’m sorry, Mom,” Kai whispered, his voice weak. “I don’t know what’s real anymore.”

His mother pulled back just slightly to look at him, her hands still on his shoulders. “It’s okay, darling. You’re home now. Whatever happened, we’re all here for you.”

Kai’s siblings watched quietly from the side, no longer laughing. They understood that the joke had gone too far, that the weight of it was too much for Kai to handle all at once.

His mother, still holding him close, added softly, “You’re back with us. That’s all that matters. You’re safe. And everything else will fall into place.”

Kai didn’t know what to say. He could only nod as his mother’s warmth and care washed over him. Despite the emotional whirlwind he had just experienced, he could feel her love, and for now, that was enough to help him hold onto something real in this confusing moment.

Kai stayed in the hospital for a few more days, still processing everything that had happened. It wasn’t easy. He had to come to terms with the fact that what he thought was his world—his life with Valentino and the babies—was just a dream. A prank.

But he still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing, that something deep inside him still ached for the life he had lost. The memory of Valentino’s kiss, his embrace, the warmth of their family together… it haunted him.

Kai’s siblings visited him regularly, and slowly, he began to open up to them about how he felt. He shared his confusion, his heartache, and his struggles to accept what had happened. His mother was always by his side, a steady presence offering comfort and love.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever understand it,” Kai admitted one evening, looking out the hospital window. “But... I guess I’ll have to move on. I have to.”

His mother smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. “You’re stronger than you know, Kai. Whatever happened, you’ll be okay.”

And though he didn’t fully believe it yet, in that moment, Kai held on to his mother’s words. He would try. He would learn to live in the real world once again.

But deep down, he still wondered if Valentino was out there, somewhere... waiting. And whether he would ever find his way back.

To be continued

After a few weeks in the hospital, Kai was finally well enough to return home. His family welcomed him back with open arms, and though the house felt warm, something was still missing in his heart. Valentino, the children, the life he had once known—it all felt like a distant dream. But he couldn’t linger in his memories forever.

One afternoon, as he sat in the living room, his mother came over with a gentle smile.

“Kai,” she said softly, “I think it’s time you start moving forward. You need to find something to focus on, something that can help you heal. Why don’t you go and look for a job? It’s important to start living in the real world again.”

Kai looked at her, his heart still heavy with conflicting emotions. He wanted to stay in the comfort of his home, surrounded by the people who loved him. But deep down, he knew his mother was right. He had to find a way to keep going, even if he didn’t fully understand everything yet.

As the days went by, Kai worked at the bakery, getting used to the rhythm of kneading dough, decorating pastries, and interacting with the customers. Vallentino, the baker, was patient with him, showing him the ins and outs of the business, and Kai soon found a sense of peace in the routine.

But every time he looked into Vallentino’s eyes, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was looking at someone he had known in another life. It was haunting, yet comforting. His heart would race, and the memories of Valentino from his past life would flood back, but he would quickly push them away.

One evening, as he continued his work in the bakery, Vallentino came over to check on him. "You’re doing a great job, Kai," he said with a smile. "I think you’ve really found your rhythm here."

Kai couldn’t help but smile back, feeling a little more at home in this new place. But still, the strange connection lingered in his heart, unanswered.

To be continued

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“Alright,” Kai replied, his voice hesitant but determined. “I’ll try.”

The next day, Kai ventured out to the city in search of a job. The bustling streets were full of people going about their daily lives, and the noise of the world felt so foreign to him after everything he’d been through. But he walked with purpose, his heart set on finding something that would help him feel grounded.

After a few hours of searching, Kai found a small bakery on the corner of a quiet street. The warm scent of freshly baked bread and pastries filled the air, and the cozy atmosphere immediately drew him in. He stepped inside, greeted by the sound of the bell above the door.

"Hi, welcome! How can I help you?" a voice called from behind the counter.

Kai looked up, his eyes immediately drawn to the young man standing behind the bakery counter. The man was in his twenties, with messy brown hair and a warm smile that made Kai feel at ease. But what caught Kai's attention the most was his eyes.

They were the same piercing blue eyes as Valentino's. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as Kai stared at the man, his heart racing. There was no mistaking it. These eyes—the same eyes that had haunted his dreams—belonged to someone else. But the man in front of him wasn’t Valentino. He was older, more mature, and his expression was far different from the one Kai remembered.

Kai blinked, trying to shake off the strange feeling that was building in his chest. “U-uh, sorry,” he stammered, shaking his head. “I was just… I’m looking for a job.”

The man’s eyes softened with understanding. “Oh, you’re looking for work?” he asked, stepping closer to the counter. “Well, we’re actually hiring. Are you interested in helping out here?”

Kai nodded, still trying to process the strange connection he felt. “I’d like that,” he replied quietly. “I’ve never worked in a bakery before, but I’m willing to learn.”

The baker smiled warmly, his golden eyes gleaming with kindness. “Great! I’m Valentino, by the way. I can show you the ropes.”

Kai smiled back, his heart still fluttering from the overwhelming sense of familiarity. There was something about this man, Golden, that made Kai feel oddly comfortable. It was as if he had known him for much longer than a few minutes. But how could that be? This wasn’t Vallentino. No… it

couldn’t be.

The man’s eyes softened with understanding. “Oh, you’re looking for work?” he asked, stepping closer to the counter. “Well, we’re actually hiring. Are you interested in helping out here?”

Kai nodded, still trying to process the strange connection he felt. “I’d like that,” he replied quietly. “I’ve never worked in a bakery before, but I’m willing to learn.”

The baker smiled warmly, his blue eyes gleaming with kindness. “Great! I’m Vallentino, by the way. I can show you the ropes.”

Kai smiled back, his heart still fluttering from the overwhelming sense of familiarity. There was something about this man, Vallentino, that made Kai feel oddly comfortable. It was as if he had known him for much longer than a few minutes. But how could that be? This wasn’t the Valentino he remembered, right? He couldn’t be.

Kai had worked at the bakery for almost two weeks now. Every day, he learned more about Vallentino—the kind-hearted yet mysterious bakery owner. He was patient, hardworking, and always had a gentle smile on his face. But there was something about him that Kai couldn't quite put into words.

The familiarity.

The way Vallentino spoke. The way he moved. Even the way his voice softened when he called Kai’s name—it all felt too close to what he remembered from his dreamlike past.

But that was impossible. Right?

One evening, as Kai wiped down the bakery counter, Vallentino leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching him with a thoughtful expression.

"Kai," Vallentino called.

Kai turned to him, pausing mid-wipe. "Yeah?"

There was a brief moment of silence before Vallentino chuckled, shaking his head. "Nothing. You just remind me of someone I used to know."

Kai’s heart skipped a beat. "Oh?" He forced a laugh. "Who?"

Vallentino tilted his head slightly, his golden-blue eyes shining under the bakery lights. "I'm not sure... but I feel like I've met you before."

Kai froze.

His grip on the rag tightened. His mind screamed at him to say something—to ask what he meant, to demand if he remembered their past. But instead, he swallowed the lump in his throat and forced a small smile.

"Maybe we did in another life," Kai joked, trying to sound lighthearted.

Vallentino laughed softly. "Maybe."

But something about the way he said it made Kai feel like he wasn’t joking.

That night, Kai couldn’t sleep. He lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the conversation in his mind. His heart wouldn’t stop racing.

Could Vallentino really be him? Could Valentino have come back with him to this world but without his memories? Was this fate giving them a second chance?

Kai groaned, rolling onto his side. "I’m overthinking it…" he muttered to himself.

But deep down, he knew something wasn’t right.

Something was missing.

And he was going to find out what it was.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the streets, Kai wiped his hands on his apron and let out a tired sigh. The bakery had been busier than usual, and his shift had finally come to an end.

"I'm heading home," Kai said, stretching his arms.

He turned to grab his things, but before he could take a step, a firm grip caught his wrist.

Kai’s breath hitched as he was suddenly pulled back—Vallentino's strong arm wrapped around his waist, holding him in place.

"Wait," Vallentino murmured, his voice deep and unreadable.

Kai turned his head, confused, but before he could ask anything, Vallentino tilted his chin up and locked their eyes together.

Kai froze.

Golden-blue eyes.

That same, intense gaze.

His heart pounded.

"You—" Kai tried to speak, but his words were stolen as Vallentino suddenly leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

Kai’s entire body tensed. His mind went blank, and for a moment, he felt himself drowning in the warmth of the kiss. It was passionate. Familiar. Like a forgotten memory resurfacing.

Then, as quickly as it started, reality hit him like a wave.

Kai gasped and pushed against Vallentino’s chest, panting as he stumbled back. His face burned with heat.

"W-What the hell?!" he stammered, his voice shaking.

Vallentino didn’t answer. He just stood there, watching Kai with an unreadable expression. Then, slowly, a smile spread across his lips.

A smile that looked exactly like Valentino’s.

Kai’s stomach twisted.

No way…

Heart racing, he turned and bolted out of the bakery, running as fast as he could.

Vallentino watched him go, his smirk never fading.

"I do know you from somewhere, Kai," he whispered to himself, his golden eyes glowing under the dim bakery lights.

Kai’s heart raced as he ran through the streets, his footsteps echoing against the pavement. His mind was in a whirlwind, trying to process everything that just happened. He couldn’t shake the feeling that something about that kiss, that person... was so familiar.

But it didn’t make sense.

Kai had only just met this bakery owner, yet he felt like he knew him from somewhere deeper. Something was off.

As he rounded a corner, the voice of Vallentino stopped him in his tracks.

"Wait, Kai," Vallentino called, his voice carrying through the night air.

Kai froze, eyes wide, and looked back over his shoulder. The bakery owner was standing in the doorway, his golden-blue eyes shining with curiosity.

"Are you the guy from the ice cream store?" Vallentino asked, a teasing smile curling at the corner of his lips. "The one who got fired for being late that one day?"

Kai’s eyes widened as memories rushed back—memories of a previous job, an ice cream shop. He remembered being late to his shift, missing orders, and being too distracted.

"How do you—" Kai began, but the words faltered in his throat. His head swam with confusion.

Vallentino chuckled softly, taking a step closer, his gaze still locked on Kai. "You really don’t remember, huh? I guess it’s been a while." He tilted his head slightly. "But I sure do remember you."

Kai’s chest tightened, and he felt a strange connection to the man standing before him. The more Vallentino spoke, the more everything started to align. But Kai couldn’t put it together—how did this man know so much about him?

"Look, I don’t remember you, but…" Kai’s voice trailed off, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of the situation. He was torn between running away again and staying to get some answers.

Vallentino’s smile softened, and he slowly walked toward Kai, his presence imposing yet oddly comforting. "Maybe you’ll remember soon. For now, though," he said, his voice low, "you should take it easy. I’m not going anywhere."

Kai swallowed hard, still reeling. The connection felt undeniable, but the truth was just out of reach. "I... I don’t know what’s happening," he admitted, voice quiet. "But... I can’t ignore this feeling. I don’t know you, but it feels like I do."

Vallentino’s eyes softened, and for a moment, Kai saw something else—something familiar and caring. He didn’t understand, but for some reason, he felt compelled to stay.

To be continued