Two bus stops and a power nap later, Jongin unlocks his apartment door and is immediately unsettled by the silence. Living with nine dogs, he's well accustomed to the clatter of nails that need to be clipped, tags jingling as a neck is scratched, snuffing of curious snouts, and just general dog noise.

But now, there's nothing.

"Hello?" He whistles and finally hears a soft wuff, but no one comes to him. His own trio of dogs usually attacks him at the door, demanding food and attention and explanations for why he left them yet again.

Maybe something happened.

It's rare, but sometimes his kids get too rowdy with one another, resulting in hurt pride more often than injured body.

Heart beating his ear drums, he power-walks to the kitchen to find two of his dogs sitting nicely, all attention on the man rummaging through Jongin's cupboard. Jongin's pretty sure he doesn't know him, and this guy isn't wearing anything but a robe Jongin recognizes from the back of his bathroom door.

So a few things pass through Jongin's mind, and he goes through a series of emotions and thinks of a few responses, but he ultimately ends up with the simplest:

"Hey!"

The man jumps, whacking his hand on the cupboard door with a hissed curse, and disappears. Poof. All that's left is Jongin's robe and a group of howling, clamoring dogs.