This isn’t exactly an abnormal day for him. So he might have gotten in a scrap with a friend of his over a routine they were supposed to do. Normally Minhyuk would be quick to offer up a fight to sort the issues out, but his friend was another dancer. Most dancers aren’t super happy to get their faces messed up and that lead Minhyuk to hold back and deal with his scolding. Now he’s on edge and wants to hit something, but his best friend’s busy and that makes things difficult. Luckily for him there’s a nice little alley he knows he can slip into and break whatever he likes. The bar’s closed around this time anyway, so he’s fine doing what he wants.
The sounds of bottles smashing fills the air and he’s just glaring at the shards of glass at they fly. The bat in his hand moves far too smoothly- cracking against the wall occasionally with a metallic scream. He loves the way it sounds. It really is his luck that not so many people are in the area. They would probably try to call the cops on him or something for all the noise he’s making. Sure, he can run from the cops (which is sort of fun) but he’d rather not use all of his energy on that at the moment. No, he just wants to see things break. The cops can be stress relief on a different day.
He stops for a minute- stretching and closing his eyes. His muscles sort of ache, but he blames that more on how hard he practiced today. His routine- the one that the friend is trying so hard to take from him- is a bit much. He loves doing it, because it’s finally something as intense as he’d like… It’s just taking a bit of time. He choreographed the damn thing himself, so really his friend has no right to try to steal it… Right? That only makes sense. The instructor agreed! So why is it still eating at him? He grips the bat tighter. Maybe it’s because he uses the word friend too loosely. Not everyone has to be his friend… But…
Well, hell, he’s not exactly good at telling the difference in who he can and can’t trust.
But he doesn’t normally mind it too much. Being oblivious, ignorant? Those things keep him sane! Just because people think he’s stupid doesn’t mean he is and he’s the one who’s smiling much more often than the rest of them. So in the end, he’s the winner. He pulls the bat into both hands and swings again. Another bottle flies away with a loud clink and slams into the wall- shattering to pieces. He lets out a heavy breath he didn’t know he was holding and adjusts his hood.
Yeah. Today’s going to be a good day if he has to make it.
wheein’s stomach growled as she strolled down the nearly-empty street, flashing smiles at the strangers who walked by. it was a bit of a habit, really; a smile a day chases the sadness away, she had been told. treat others how you want to be treated.
more often than not, she got judgemental stares in return, but it was gratifying to see the occasional grin in return. wheein lived for them. a male walked by her carrying a paper bag, and the unmistakable smell of fried chicken wafted by. maybe she should forget about cooking and just buy take-ou-
a crash made wheein stop in her tracks. this was followed by the sound of splintering glass, somewhere ahead of her. it could mean nothing good. wheein looked around nervously. there was no one in sight, and the day was getting progressively darker. she cautiously edged forward, but another crash sounded, the sound of metal on metal, and wheein made to hurry past the alley from which the ominous sounds were coming.
yet, as she speed-walked by, she couldn’t resist turning her head to peer into the dark alley. she could almost smell the stench of frustration and anxiety emanating from the lone figure she could see was enough to slow her down. wheein hesitated, and stopped, watching as he raised a long stick and sent it crashing down, again and again, on the walls and various objects lying around. he didn’t injure anyone... right?
the fact that she could read his emotions even from this distance... they must be powerful emotions, poor thing. this thought alone was enough to rouse her from her thoughts. throwing away all regard for her safety, wheein quickly stepped into the alley, her heels clicking on the asphalt. in the dimness, the silhouette became more defined, and she saw that it was a young male, around her age - perhaps a bit older. he was handsome even in the darkness, but she could see the weariness and frustration written all over his face.
his expression tugged at her heartstrings, and before she could stop herself, she reached for him and put a hand on his shoulder, flinching as he raised his bat in defense.
“i- i’m sorry,” she said quickly, raising her arms and taking a step back, “you just seemed a little... out of it. are you alright?”
stupid question, she thought to herself angrily. of course he isn’t.
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