With a deep breath taken, he walks to the door of your apartment with shaky legs and his heart beating rapidly. He doesn’t knock at first, no, he just stands there and stares. Stares at the door that he had stuck the note on the last time he had been here. Stared at it with narrowed eyes and a heavy heart because he remembered your words and the sound of your voice when you saw the note, and his heart broke all over again. He just wanted to run, to escape, not because he didn’t want to be there but because he was ashamed of what he had done- again. But he knew he wouldn’t be able to do that. He had made a promise to you that he inteded to keep. So with shaky fingers he reached up and knocked on the door, not even realizing that you might not be home since it was at such an odd time of the night that he was visiting. But he stood in place and stared at the wooden frame while he waited.
A couple of days before his birthday. He would not have realized it was already so close to the date if a few from the dancing crew had not asked him if he was doing something to celebrate the arrival of his birthday that week. Maybe going for a couple of beers, others mentioned karaoke and a few more talked about Octagon, one of the best clubs out there that could not be missed. It had been nice hearing them talk all excitedly about it and that “you’re probably counting each day that’a left”, or maybe not, because “hey, it’s twenty-eight, you are getting old Changmin-ah.”
But as far as that nice feeling could get, there was no more than a strained smile and a shrug of his shoulders, telling them he had not thought about it and that there were still a few more days to give it a better thought, which was a complete lie because he did not give a damn about said date any longer.
The topic had emerged, though, and the only thing that was still hovering about his head was all the turns his life had taken and the things that had changed even before the year started. A few of his closest acquaintances had gone away and when the time came, not all returned. He was glad that at least the vampire had, Yunho was such a pilar since he could remember, always there prying in the shadows to check upon him. And through the mess that he was, battling the dominance over a body that sometimes did not feel like his, the vampire had remained.
Before he could even delve further, his train of thought was disrupted by the sound of the door. Only then, in the middle of the exhaustion he was carrying through the past couple of weeks, he realized of a strange presence in his area. It was strange, because he could not figure it out yet it did not feel like a menace which was usually the first sensation taking over him whenever some supernatural creature came into sight.
Careful, half of his mind guided by curiosity, he peered through the peep hole and he froze in his place. There would have not been distinction under someone else’s eyes but he just knew, who was the one standing there. When he finally reacted, he unlocked the door before swinging it open; words were suddenly too hard to get past his throat and even if he could have, he was not sure of what he was supposed to say. It had been long, probably the largest amount of time without hearing from the other man.
