A bag piled with groceries balanced inside of your arm as you searched for the key of your dorm room inside of your bag. It was silent inside of the hall, only a set of laughter filled your ears coming from a few doors away. Most of the students were in class during this moment of the day, but since your lectures were starting later this afternoon you’d used your free time to catch up with some weekly tasks. It had been more than time for you to refill your fridge, you’d even run out of ketchup last night. And so you’d ended up spending almost an entire hour in the grocery shop, wandering down your favorite isles and looking for your favorite treats. As a college student it could get busy sometimes, having classes to get to and tests to study for. It wasn’t always easy to find a moment where’d you’d just be able to catch up with everything you’d been unable to do. You were doing your final year in psychology, which had always been your dream. Ever since you’d been a child you had known what you had wanted to do when you grew up. You wanted to be able to look inside of someone’s head, knowing what they did what they did. Your parents, as scientists, had always wondered who had caused you to get such kind of interest. They only saw logic in numbers and science, something you didn’t feel attracted to at all. Yet, they had always supported your dreams, so they were the ones paying for your small loft at the edge of the city. It was too far for you to travel home every single evening, so you’d been fast to find yourself a small living. 

This had been your home for the past three years and you knew that as soon as you’d start working and you would stop your education, you would miss this place. You’d met amazing people here, had made new friends and had been through some major moments in between these small walls. From the large window in the living room you had a beautiful view across the city, which showed the marvelous city lights during the night. It was an amazing chance you’d been able to get in your youth and you knew it was something you should be grateful for. Your hand dug deeper inside of your bag, wondering where you had left that damn key the last time you’d seen it. Most of the times you left it in the small space at the back of your purse, but this time it was empty. You had been in a rush when you’d left, hoping to make it to the shop on time to catch your favorite flavor of Ben And Jerry’s before they sold out. “Damn it.” You muttered to yourself, glad that there was no one around to hear your talking to yourself. You might be studying to become a psychology, that didn’t mean you’d have to start acting like one. Your fingers brushed against the iron as your bag tipped sidewards, and you gasped as you knew that there was nothing you could to to prevent the entire belongings to drop to the floor. Though, the blow never came and you got surprised by two large hands grabbing a hold of the brown paper, steadying it inside of your grip. 

Stunned you blinked your eyes a few times before tilting your head back to watch your savior. You wouldn’t have been able to use those unions inside of your pasta as they had been rolling all their way down the stairs. But as soon as you saw the face that belonged with the person in front of you, you froze. You were convinced that even your heart stilled inside of your chest for the smallest seconds. You’d never heard someone sneaking up on you while you’d been standing here and you were sure he hadn’t been here when you’d arrived a few minutes ago. At first it was as if you had no idea how to react and your body lived its own life by wanting to throw itself towards him. But instead your facial expression turned colder and you planted your feet harshly on top of the floor. He must have noticed the change in your manners because his uncomfortable gaze turned even more misplaces. His hands were still clinging onto the bag, as if it would all be over the seconds he’d let go. The crumbling sound filled the hallway, together with the fast beating of your heart. “_____________.” The way your name rolled over his lips, it caused hundreds of different kinds of memories to come flowing back. It was impossible for you to hold them back, and each and every image tumbled in front of your eyes. His voice was exactly the same as it had always been, but by now you’d almost forgotten how it sounded. 

It had been months since you’d last heard it and it had become a shadow inside of your memories. The only thing that had reminded you of it had been the voicemail you’d been listening to on repeat a few months ago. Back then the sound of him saying your name had still caused a certain adoration to fill your system, now you felt it fill with rage. Squeezing your eyes at him you finally pulled your key free out of your bag, and rammed it inside of the lock. “ off Baekhyun.” You grumbled, and saw him flinch visibly because of your cruelty. You weren’t the one to curse, and surely not towards him, but he had done nothing to deserve any other from you. His name tasted strange on your tongue, since it had been such a long time since you’d lastly used it. You couldn’t even remember exactly how much time had passed, you had stopped counting long ago. You flung the door open and in the hope to get rid of him somehow you tried to close it again right in his face, but he’d probably been expecting such kind of movement from you. His hand slammed against the wood, making the loud noise resound against the walls. Your eyes widened slightly as you looked back at him and saw the desperation inside of his. He looked like an abandoned