#collectorofleaves

[yuanwrites]

that’s mine! that’s mine!

Keeping herself from laughing, Chaewon took a step back from the table. The rather loud voice caught her off guard and took her attention away from the papers laid before her. “I wasn’t gonna do anything!”

[sanxtucry]

"Who did this to you?"

– dark starter sentences ( status: accepting ) // w. rm

( tw! blood )

“someone i pissed off, apparently,” his voice comes out a little bit more labored than usual, his hand pressing against his side. he’s wearing a tight, black long sleeve sweater, the ends of the sleeves hugging half of his palms– but when he pulls his hand away, there’s the telltale sign of crims on liquid, staining the creases of his hands and sliding their way to the webs of his hands, coating the sides of his fingers.

“i just get caught up in some pretty weird situations,” his tone is still chipper, despite the slash in his shirt ( and skin ). “uhm, trust me, i don’t really need to go to the doctor or the hospital or anything. it’s just a scratch really. should go away in no time.” and life has found san in much weirder spots than babbling to a ( slightly familiar looking ) random person in the dark of an alley after one of his night classes. and in no time for san means a couple of hours, maybe a day at most– but that’s not something he necessarily had to say.

“in the meantime though… don’t suppose you got gauze or a big bandage or somethin?” he chuckles out softly. “it’s okay if you don’t get too close though– don’t wanna get stuff all over your nice clothes.”