You were particularly fascinated by Changbin. Admiring him, staring at him with stars in your eyes, clinging to him. But Changbin needed space sometimes. One day, he lashed out on you out of frustration. Since then, you were much more distant.

Changbin felt bad. He felt like something was missing. Now, when he was the one feeling clingy, he couldn't come to you like he usually did. So, he wanted to arrange things. Knocking at your door, he leaned against the doorframe.

"Hey. Can we talk?"