FOUR
I meet with a doorman of sorts, a large reception desk, and I give my name and the apartment number, waiting for a SWAT team or something to take me down.
But I’m waved right through towards the elevators, fumbling with my purchases to press the up button, getting inside, and then running my fingers down the floor buttons until I get to the eighth one, surprised that I’m not going straight up to the penthouse.
Maybe Jaeyong hasn’t hit penthouse level yet, or maybe Jaeyong is more frugal than I remember. Plus, it’s a little weird that he’s not living in a dorm, with the other members. But maybe that’s because they’re on hiatus now? Maybe?
It’s not like I’m going to be asking him that kind of question, like, ever.
I pull in a deep breath, ready to knock on the door, stomach twistin
