Hayun is slow to get to the door once the knocking starts. He considered not getting up at all, just laying on his grandparents' old bed and listening to the knocking until it eventually stopped. Because it would've stopped. He's almost certain of that. Yohan (because it has to be Yohan, right? The man who's investing too much time and effort into someone like him. The man who he is so glad to have at his door but also who he desperately doesn't want here) would've given up on him if he waited long enough. Wait it out and he'll be alone again, just like he's supposed to be.

It takes some convincing to get up off of the bed and drag himself through the still dark house. Please just leave him alone to his empty life. No, please don't leave. Hayun pulls open the door just enough to allow him to see out, allowing him to keep his blotchy, damp face from view. He doesn't say anything, merely stares at Yohan through the crack in the door. He doesn't trust himself enough to speak and not immediately fall apart.