The knock came again, harder this time, like whoever was on the other side of that door had somewhere more important to be. The apartment was quiet except for the low murmur of the TV in the living room, some cartoon theme song playing faintly.

Kaisan was on the rug in front of the couch, still in his little blue BAPE hoodie and fresh white-and-blue Jordan 4s, pushing a toy car back and forth. He'd been dressed and ready for his daddy since before noon. His curls were freshly moisturized. His little gold chain sat against his shirt. He looked up at the knock, then back at Y/N, waiting to see what she was gonna do.

Outside, the afternoon sun was bright, and the air was warm. A car sat parked at the curb, bass thumping low enough to feel through the walls. It wasn't Dae's truck.

Quan was one of Dae's boys. Which meant Dae had sent him. Which meant Dae knew he'd messed up, and instead of calling like a grown man, he'd sent somebody to smooth it over. Kaisan perked up at the voice, already pushing himself up from the floor.