working part-time as a mail carrier, you walked up hongjoong's front door to see it cracked open, a bit of a stench tingling your nose.

you were about to knock on the already opened door but hongjoong appeared. his hair in a mess as well as sweat beads on his forehead. "ill get that" he grabs the mail from your hands with a deranged look in his eyes.

he didn't say another words as he shut his door with a force, locking it.