With immense trepidation, the man shoved the key into the lock and twisted, hearing the satisfying click of the door unlocking. He pushed forward, opening it with a creak and entering, shutting the door behind himself. The smell of the room was stale and sweet, instantly relaxing Kyungsoo. To anyone else, it was a relatively normal bedroom with white walls and wooden flooring, a dresser and two windows, which the fading sunlight streamed through with beautiful pinks and oranges. In the middle, pushed against the far wall, was a large bed, covered in pure white sheets and pillows, thankfully not torn this time. Buried under those sheets, curled up to avoid the sunlight pouring into the room, with wisps of silvery hair peeking out, was the object of his affection.