dokayden
Seukhye knows better than to go straight to her apartment when in a terrible mood. Doing so will only cause her greater frustration since she knows she’d have to clean up whatever it is she throws out of anger. In situations like this, she uses her brain and invade someone else’s home.
The lucky winner of the raffle was Kayden.
Upon arriving in front of his place, Seukhye turned the handle of the door to check whether or not it was left unlocked. She didn't want to risk embarrassing herself by knocking and buzzing repeatedly only to be told the door was never locked in the first place. This time, however, it was. Seukhye can't deny the fact that she debated on kicking the door open for effects, but was late on realizing she couldn't even open a jar of jam without having troubles. She really needs to start working out.
"Kayden!" came the loud pitch of her voice, too barbaric to ring, knock, or even call up his phone. He could be out for all she knows, yet the thought didn't made her tone down.Â
