Wrong. Yohan isn't going anywhere. As soon as Hayun opens the door, Yohan's hand is on it. There's no closing it now. A single glimpse of Hayun through that open sliver makes all his worries come to life. Something's wrong. Hayun needs him. He doesn't regret coming here.

Giving the door a push, he waits only long enough for Hayun to move out of the way to open it fully. And then close it immediately behind him. Without a single word or a beat of hesitation, he sweeps Hayun up in his arms, pulling the boy into a nearly brutal embrace. Sorry Hayun, hope you like being smashed against Yohan's chest, trapped in his arms, all while he runs a hand over that surprisingly soft hair.

"I'm here."