The cold tingling pulled him back into a dead-pan sleep. He didn't even realize how long he was out until his eyelids snapped open into near total-darkness. He heard a shuffling out in his living room, and his heart began to beat fast in his chest.

'Who was out there?' He thought to himself, slowly sitting up in his bed, ignoring the dizzy spell threatening to pull him back into his sleep position.   Another shuffle of something that sounded like it came from his kitchen. There was definitely something out there, and it didn't sound like his dog getting into the garbage. It sounded like human feet shuffling.   Slowly moving the covers off of himself, Yesung adjusted on the bed and tried not to let the springs squeak as he climbed off of the mattress. His door was open ajar and he could see the yellowish light from the kitchen spilling into the hallway.   'They're not here to rob my kitchenwares are they?' He thought in dismal disgust. Who steals used kitchenwares?  They must be real sick people to do that. Maybe crazed, desperate or homeless! Or worse, drug addicts!   'Oh god, not meth-heads...' He cried to himself.  He watched enough Breaking Bad to know that it was never a good thing if a meth-head broke into your house.   Yesung slowly slid the bedroom door open further so he could slip out of it without a sound, and while holding his breath he took a step at a time towards the noises in the kitchen. He made the absolute effort to avoid using any part of his feet except his toes, trying not to off-set the wood to creak beneath his steps. His lips screwed up into a determined frown as he neared the corner that he could peak around.   Hearing bags being moved around, he furrowed his eyebrows and took the slightest glance around the corner that lead to the open kitchen. There was somebody there all right!    He turned back to his side of the wall where he was unseen, gripping his hand at his mouth to keep from mufflin