Kyungsoo dumped his things impatiently in the foyer, throwing his shoes in the corner of the room and rushing down the hallway. As he twisted the doorknob of the door located in the very back of his home, he was relieved at the sound of the familiar click of the lock still in place, not that he thought what was hidden inside would ever be able to escape, but it still plagued his fears. Something that he’d already lost would leave him, and Kyungsoo couldn’t stand the thought. How would he go on without such a thing, such a person? The contemplations had already wrecked his brain that night, four months ago.