I hustle to the door, waiting by the peephole, startled when I see him come into my line of vision, right there, on the other side of the door.
Jaeyong’s dressed in all black (surprise, surprise), black ball cap pulled low on his face, a black dust mask on the lower half of his face, making him unrecognizable if I wasn’t a fangirl—I mean, I can tell just by looking at his overall build and the earrings dangling from his ears that it’s Min Jaeyong standing out there, based on hours and hours of careful study through music videos and livestreams, interviews and everything in between.
I pull my door open before he can knock again, and Jaeyong steps into my space, my wet bun perched on the top of my head wobbling and falling out of its not-so-careful construction, unraveling and landing all
