I didn’t know whether I should leave the hallway or stay still and pretend I wasn’t here while they continued their conversation. Neither option seemed ideal to me.

“Sehun, we’ll discuss this another time,” the man muttered, turning once again the lift and strode down the rest of the corridor st speed.

“Stop!” Sehun called out angrily, looking to the retreating man again and dashing down the corridor past me.

The man was already in the lift and was pushing the button to close the doors with so much as a pause to hear what Sehun had to say.

As the doors closed over, Sehun sped up further to try reach them before they shut completely. Banging his fist on the metal door as it closed without him, Sehun let out an enraged cry. His breathing was still heavy. He tilted his head towards me a little. “Wait here,” he said so quietly it was barely audible.

Before I could even reply, he had taken to the stairwell, flying down it at an alarming speed. I didn’t know what I should do. Yes, he had told me to wait here, but that didn’t mean I had to do it. There was a small part of me that wanted to just retreat to my home away from Sehun when he was like this. It really was unnerving to see him like that. But there was a bigger part of me that wanted to follow him. For the entire time I had known Sehun, I had never seen him behave like this. There was obviously something really wrong with the situation for him to look that wild. I wanted to see if he was ok. Admittedly, I was worried.

I didn’t follow him in the end. But I didn’t leave either. I just stood in his corridor despite the door to his home remaining open. I’m not sure how long I waited for him there, but by the time the lift returned, I resting against the wall with my head against the cool cream paint.

The door opened and Sehun stepped out. He was looking at his feet as he exited and still looked a little ruffled but otherwise fine. His eyes flicked up to me and widened a little. I imagined that he had forgotten that he told me to wait here for him.

Leaning off the wall, I pointed up, “I can go if you want…”

Making to walk past him, I felt his fingers stretch out and catch my own in a sort of desperate and disorganised fashion. He only managed to grasps three of my own. I stopped. He was looking at the floor again, his few fingers that had managed to catch mine twitching a little.

“Can you stay for a while?” he asked me softly. All his anger from earlier seemed to have evaporated.

It was relief to see him calm again. I nodded. “If you want me to.”

Letting his head bob up and down once, he let go of my fingers and slowly made his way back to his house. I followed closely behind him. I had never seen him looking so vulnerable before.

When he reached the door to his apartment he stopped. At first I thought it was because he had realised that he left the door wide open for anyone to enter. Then I saw it. All around the apartment there was destruction and mess as pieced of ceramic lay in bits all over the wooden floor. It looked like he had been robbed.

Sehun quickly put his arms out across the doorway to block my entrance, but I had already seen it.

“You can go home if you want,” Sehun told me over his shoulder, sounding like he was trying to keep his voice even.

Ignoring him, I ducked under his arm and looking around the mess that was his apartment. I heard him sigh as I did this. I realised that the ceramics had a more definite origin. All over the place there was smashed plates and crockery, littering the floor almost as much as the hardwood was.

I looked back to Sehun imploringly. “What happened?” I could feel my eyes watering a little at the destruction that lay before me.

Sehun still stood in the doorway, chewing his lip nervously. “You can go home if you want,” he repeated, stepping to the side to allow me free passage out.

Sighing a little shakily, I couldn't imagine what had happened here. I turned back to the destroyed apartment. “Where’s your brush?”

Keeping my shoes on, I tiptoed into any space on the floor that wasn’t completely covered in broken ceramics. At some points I had to leap to make it to the next clear space. It seemed that the kitchen was mostly clear when I got there. The cupboards were flung open in every which way though and were mostly empty; their contents now lying in smithereens on the ground.

“Where’s your brush?” I asked again, glancing over at Sehun. He was still standing in the threshold to his house, staring at me. “Dude!” it was a phase I had picked up from Kai. “Brush. Where is it?”

Blinking a little dazed, Sehun cleared his throat, “Under the sink.” He then began making his own way through the mess.

Stooping