He rings the bell again after a couple of minutes, pacing back and forth in front of the gate to keep warm. Afraid he had made a mistake with the address, Chanyeol pulls the slip of paper out of his pocket reluctantly, eyes running over the words Kris had scribbled out in red ink. He mentally checks the street, and matches the number 6 on the plaque by the gate with the messily scrawled one on the paper, sighing as he raises his arm to push the bell once more