"Please just leave," the brunet stated. He is trying so hard to reel in the tears at the same time as blocking the view of the apartment to him.

"I just wanted to talk," the man plead, sincerity oozing in his eyes. "I haven't seen you in---what? 6 years? Please... can we just---"

"We have nothing to talk about, Hyukjae."

"We have tons to talk about!" he snapped, hands curling to fists as he eyed the man he knew all his life; the man who had the power to make him do whatever; to make him be himself. The man who left him without as much as a word. "Like the moment when you just disappeared on me!"

"I am not entitled to give you answers, Hyukjae. Not anymore."

"Donghae---"

But he was cut off when he heard a pair of feet trodding towards the door, and he looked over the brunet's shoulder and finally see (except for the way the brunet's expression turned into a full-blown panic). The person coming towards the door lifted his head and stared right back at the startled Hyukjae who gasped that he let the arm restraining the door drop when he saw familiarity.

"Donghae...is that---"

"No. Please. Just. Go."

And with that, the door was slammed shut.