You just had a shitty day and decided to pack some things in an overnight bag and head to Ki's place. He lived maybe thirty minutes away, but the drive felt calming and you knew it was going to be worth it once you got there. Ki had his own place now, and it was nice. It would help if you stayed for a while. If you just showed up desperate, he wouldn't turn you away, right?

You pulled up in his driveway and cut the engine, sighing as you grip the steering wheel tightly one last time like a stress ball before grabbing your bag and making your way to his front door. It was 9pm, and you didn't think he'd be sleeping, so you rang his doorbell.