“Do you like to dance?” The boy asks.

Kyungsoo doesn’t know if he should answer, doesn’t know how to answer. His thoughts are caught in the cage of his throat and each syllable sticks like glue. He draws his knees up tightly against his chest and his hands flutter nervously against the sheets, clenching and unclenching. “Who are you?” Kyungsoo asks, because that is generally the first question one inquires when a strange boy appears in their bedroom in the middle of the night.