The choreography had been edited, courtesy of the free editing software that Chaeyon had gotten her hands on due to her major, because apparently basic video editing was required for business majors. She had said that she could do it, but Jongin wanted to do it himself.

And she got that. So she taught him the ropes, and he labored over the video for days, cutting it, polishing it, and making sure it was perfect. At the end, he added the credits, giving recognition to Tao and Chanyeol’s work on the music.

“Do you want me to add your name at the end of the video?” He asked, but he already knew that she was going to say no.

“I didn’t do anything,” she tipped the glass of water back into . “It was all you, Chanyeol, and Tao.”

“Should I put my full name, or should I put some kind of nickname?”

She chewed on the inside of her cheek, “There can be plenty of Kim Jongin’s out there. You need to set yourself apart.”

There was a word that had stuck with him since Hong Kong. He learned it by accident. Kāimén. To open doors. In a way, it was kind of meaningful, because he had a feeling that with this video, he was opening some kind of door.

So in the credits, he typed in the shortened version instead of his name. Kai.

“Kai.” The name felt different from her lips, as if she truly understood what meaning it held. And out of all the people in th