Sehun shoves his way out of the front door of the apartment complex, feeling inexplicably angry with himself.

            “You’re so stupid,” he chides himself, keeping his eyes on the sidewalk as he begins to walk back the way he had come. The sun has disappeared behind the buildings since he had left Starbucks with an address written on a paper napkin, courtesy of Kris. But even though it’s night, the city is lit by neon signs hanging in storefronts, office lights shining from the different levels of buildings, the headlights of the traffic, and the glows from everyone’s cellphones.

            Sehun blows on his hands to keep them warm. He has managed to forget his gloves in his apartment, probably lying forgotten on his couch or kitchen table. As he walks, he thinks about what just happened.

            Sehun had been arguing with himself the entire way to the address Kris had given him. The manager had given him a funny look when he had asked if he knew where Kai lived, but he had jotted down an address quickly, saying that he had dropped off one of Kai’s sweatshirts there before. So Sehun had assumed that the address was Kai’s home.

            “Ugh,” Sehun groans, resisting the urge to slap his forehead with his palm.

            So Sehun had walked all of the way to the address. He had debated about what he was going to say once he saw Kai, but he honestly had no idea because he wasn’t sure why he was going in the first place.

            And then an idea had struck him. He had stopped just a few blocks away from the apartment complex he was headed to, and had rummaged around in his backpack, fingers brushing against pens and his wallet and an abandoned ticket stub from the subway before they had landed on his portfolio.

            Sehun had finally made it to the apartment building, and had pressed the button to ring what he had assumed was Kai’s apartment.

            “Hello?” The voice that had answered hadn’t sounded familiar to Sehun, but he had put that down to the fact that they were talking through an intercom system. It was definitely a male voice, so that had been promising.

            “Ummm, hi?” Sehun had said, cursing himself for sounding so timid. There had been a pause, and Sehun’s heart had been in his throat.

            “Yes?” the voice had continued. “Can I help you?”

            Sehun had hesitated. He was standing outside of the apartment building of a boy he hadn’t even known for a full day, clutching a photograph of said boy, and the person he was speaking to sounded confused and not like Kai.

            “Is this, ummm, Kai?” Sehun had asked, holding his breath.

            “No,” the voice had said, and Sehun had immediately felt a strong pang of disappointment coupled with embarrassment. He had opened his mouth to apologize, but the voice had continued before he could start. “Who’s speaking?”

            Sehun had cursed in Korean before he had remembered he was on speaker, and then had said, “Sorry, I must have the wrong address.”

            He had started to remove his finger from the intercom button, but another voice had made him pause completely, his breath caught in his throat. “Sehun?”

            Sehun could hear the change in the voice, but he had said anyways, “Yeah, it is. How do you know my name?” And then, because Sehun couldn’t help it, he had asked, “Kai?”

            “Yeah, it’s me. Hold on, one second, I’ll let you up.”

            And then Sehun had been climbing the stairs to whoever’s apartment he was going to, a million thoughts flying through his head like the birds in Central Park. If this wasn’t Kai’s apartment, then whose was it? What was Kai going to say when he saw him? What was Sehun going to say to explain why he had asked Kris for his address?

            But all of those questions had completely disappeared the moment the door of the apartment had swung open to reveal Kai, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, bare-footed, his hair mussed around his head.

            Sehun had fidgeted on the doorstep, glimpsing a set of windows behind Kai, and the edge of a couch. “Ummm, hi,” he had said, actually brave enough to make eye contact with the boy in front of him. That had been a mistake.

            Kai had been staring at him, his eyes starting at the to