Sunggyu caught the handle of the door just as the girl on the other side was ready to lock up the door. "We're closed for the day," she said respectfully to the slight flushed male before him. He had either been running, or drinking, or both.    "I just need to buy something. Urgently. Please." Sunggyu refused to let the door shut as he tried to force his way into the shop. The girl was hesitant, but he continued "The bracelets on display in the window. That one," he pointed frantically. "Just a navy and another baby blue one. Please! I really need it!"   The girl could not resist Sunggyu's desperate pleas and quivering tone any longer and did as he asked.   Grabbing the bag right off payment, the girl could barely return change to Sunggyu as he charged out of the shop, heading for Woohyun's apartment. Sunggyu couldn't risk letting the contents fall out of its bag, so he hugged it tightly in his coat as dashed across streets after streets. Left? Right again? Right? Further down? Was it this place? Was it this apartment? Which floor was it? Second or third?    Was this the right door?    Was Yerin right? That he approached him for all the wrong reasons in the first place?   Did he just want that interview so bad?    Or did he think, even for a fleeting second, that the boy was someone he felt comfortable with and he wouldn't mind their fates crossing, even if it were for work?    He thought hard. He dug his nails deep into his fist as he forced himself to think.   He could risk it. He couldn't risk it. Yet he looked at the unit number and was quite positive that it was his apartment. 1004. He saw faint traces of poorly-cleaned graffiti that read Get a Life., Loser, Gay as hell, and he could feel his fingertips going numb as he traced them. He felt as if they were pricking a wound somewhere in him, somewhere in the occupant of this apartment, even though the letters were flat.    The doorbell was spoiled so there really was no point. For the second time of the day, he found himself stranded outside the corridor of someone whom he needed to apologise to, knocking continuously. Woohyun was nether picking up the phone nor opening the door, leaving Sunggyu helpless outside his apartment. His neighbours were starting to come out and cast curious stares, when finally a girl came up to him.    "Are you looking for Woohyun sunbae?"    "What? Yes, yes I am."    "He hasn't been out since a few days ago."    Sunggyu bowed his head momentarily in shame, trying to shake off the crippling sense of guilt in him. "So he's home?"   "I think so." She observed Sunggyu quietly. The man was slightly disheveled from what seemed like a marathon, but the determination in his eyes were blazing.    "Are you the chicken stew?"    "What?"   "Chicken stew. He gave me a box of chicken stew the other day, and kept the other one. Then he never left his apartment again. It's good y'know. It's a pity if you had missed it."    Sunggyu was almost jogging on the spot, overcome with nervousness and bursting emotions. He tried leveling his voice as he made the request, "Could you help me perhaps?" The small girl hesitated, but as she tilted her head thinking, she simply uttered, "Just make sure you don't do anything worse. This corridor of people had done enough harm over the past few days. He's a good sunbae."    She proceeded to knock on the door, at first softly, then culminating into loud bangs. "Sunbae, we all need to sleep. Please get rid of your friend here."    The other neighbours couldn't agree more as they continued to listen to the commotion from their own rooms. The place was so quiet as everyone perked up their ears, listening out for footsteps towards the door, or the click of a lock. It took a full minute before anything progressed at all, as the door creaked open slightly with a nasty sound, since it had been unused for days.    "What?" Woohyun barely peeked out from the narrow crack. Sunggyu seized the opportunity to squeeze into the room, not bothering to close the door as he rushed in to meet his friend.    If Sunggyu was in a mess, then Woohyun was in absolute ruins. His work were strewn around the floor, his stack of fan products were fully packed by piled up in a corner messily, two of Forever's posters had fallen from the wall but he didn't care at all, there were cup ramen bowls everywhere. He himself looked like he hadn't slept for days, eyes slightly hollow from stress over the past few days. His phone was in the opposite corner of the room from where his bed first. It was clear: the master-nim had lost even his sole comfort with the Internet, the place where he found his pride. Because even if he could remain anonymous, the mentions of the article would still flood his feed and haunt his senses.    He pretended Sunggyu wasn't in the room as he returned back to his equally messy bed, disappearing under the sheets again. The older boy approached him cautiously. "Woohyun-ah..."   "Get out." The voice was low but firm.    "Wooh-"   "I SAID GET THE OUT!" Woohyun shouted from beneath his blanket, straight into his own bed. Sunggyu could have broke there and then for seeing Woohyun react to him that way. Just a week ago, the two had their packing session here that ended with a snuggle on the very same bed where Woohyun is now huddled on. Sunggyu stepped forward to slowly pull Woohyun into a tight back embrace through the sheets. Woohyun was struggling  against him, still hiding under the sheets. Sunggyu was certain he could hear drop sobbing; he probably