It was 8pm and Kyungsoo was nearing his home. It was in moments like these that he regretted moving into a house placed atop a hill. The mild teen came to understand that dancing was indeed one of the urban boy's passion, besides irritating him. He also came to understand that he wasn't as fit as he perceived himself to be. The upward path to his home was now tenfold more difficult by the soreness in his body. He may have a simpler part in the choreography, but Sehun was not one to skimp on detail and aim for perfection.

Upon arriving in his doorstep, he ruffled through his pockets for his keys.

“Huh, where are they... ?” he questioned himself aloud, assured that he himself placed them in his coat's left pocket. Upon running his finger around the ample square of the fabric, he came to feel the reason his keys magically disappeared, “Oh, shoot, there's a hole in my pocket.” Kyungsoo scooped the left side of his coat, feeling the keys trapped between the fabrics, and with his fingers, grabbed the keyrings through the opening in his coat pocket. He fished them out and lamented the state of his coat.

“It is an old coat,” he reasoned, convincing himself to abstain from getting a new one, aware winter coats are pricey, “and spring is coming soon. I'll soon swap it with my jumpers...” he shrugged his problem off.

He inserted the key on the upper lock and then the lower lock before pushing the door, greeted by a rather miffed-looking Sooyeon.

“Goo – good evening, Sooyeon-noona... ?” Kyungsoo carefully greeted, unsure as to whether he had done something wrong to cause his sister to look like she had been slapped, “Everything okay... ?”

“Where have you been?” asked the elder, crossing her arms and glaring at her younger brother.

Inquietude settled in Kyungsoo, unsure of whether there was a prior responsibility he had to attend to and completely forgot, taken by the rushing flow that was Sehun's inconvenient plan.

“I was rehearsing...” the fair student's pupils dashed from side to side, desperate to find a fib that would defuse the situation “with... er... a friend... ?“

'Oh good going, me, you just told the worst lie; the truth!' he mentally cussed himself, having actually told the truth.

“What?” the eldest looked confused, “rehearse what, I thought you quit the drama club.

Kyungsoo sighed, realising that no amount of thespianism could save him from being a bad fib-teller, “My new friend Sehun entered us for the Harvest Festival show.”

“Your new friend? The blond boy that Soojung's been talking about?”

The younger sibling nodded, “he was adamant that I be a part of it,” he pouted, feeling the slight discomfort at acknowledging that he'd stand in front of the town, to perform, whereas he was used to a small sized auditorium, and not an open air show “specially since we're representing his family's business.”

“Oh, I see... well, it's good that you're doing something,” stated Sooyeon, taking a more relaxed stance, “since you quit the club, and you don't have work today, I was worried that you would be wandering about town 'till the late hours of the day.”

“Is that why you were angry?” asked Kyungsoo taken aback by his sibling's sudden change.

“I was not angry, I was worried!” exclaimed the eldest, offended that her concern would be taken as a form of retaliation, “ever since Chanyeol and Luhan left, you've been looking worse every day, and I was worried!”

“But I'm fine - “

“Kyungsoo,” the eldest rose her index finger in warning “those are the exact words I don't want to hear right now,” Kyungsoo quickly sealed his lips and stared at his elder sister wide-eyed “because I am certain I am not going to believe them.”

“Noona, I miss them, and I am not hearing from them, no e-mails, or calls, or anything. Before, I managed to hear from them at least once a day, now? It's as if they don't exist. It hurts, and I'm trying to understand. I'm managing, if that sounds better.”

The eldest sighed, settling her often, stern-yet-neutral expression into a comforting smile, content to hear her brother's worries without a third party involved, “you'll be happy to know that they haven't forgotten you, at all.”

“How do you know that?” replied a bitter, upset Kyungsoo.

“Because a package just arrived from Seoul.” Sooyeon announced to her younger brother.

“...Seoul?” Kyungsoo's eyes lit up with excitement, and lips slowly curved into upward crescents at the news.

“I think you know who sent it.” She said, directed her thumb to the living room.

The modest male teen quickly unshed his coat and bag and left them by the entrance as he dashed to the living room. As stated by his sister, a medium-sized, brown carton box was placed atop the coffee table.

Sat on the sofa, Soojung noticed her brother's dash towards the box, and said “it arrived this afternoon, but there was no one to collect. Unnie and I went to the post office before they closed.”

Kyungsoo was swift to remove the brown tape and pry open the lids to see the contents. Within he saw white papers enveloping the item inside. He carefully began removing the papers and untangling them from the item. Inside, he saw a big square of black fabric and an envelop. He t