dylan’s back is against the wall, the party having dwindled to just himself and wei ying as soon as the fight ended. it hurts his pride to admit, but dylan really got his ass handed to him. “ am i ?? ” he lifts a hand to touch his lip, not too surprised when he finds blood there, honestly. it’s when he begins to check the other parts of him, starting with his head, that he’s surprised to find blood. he doesn’t even remember yongtaek smashing a bottle on his head, but that must’ve been what started the fight, right ?? just across the room, he can see shards of glass glittering under the neon lights. “ oh, fuck . ” it’s hard to not panic, though now that he’s aware of it, the throbbing pain in the back of his head is undeniable. “ please tell me someone called the cops . . . ”