hyungjun shoves his hands into his pockets as he walks down the sidewalk, the streetlight flickering above him. the cut on his cheek is bleeding, he can feel it; it’s trickling down the side of his face, and it’s driving him nuts. normally, he would just wipe it on his shirt, but today, he’s wearing white. and the last thing he wants to do is draw attention to himself in any way. he’s just fought with one of his father’s subordinates; he was supposed to take him out, but hyungjun couldn’t bring himself to.
a sigh passes his lips, and he rakes his fingers through his hair before leaning against the cool brick wall of the nearest alley. he just needs a break. he just wants to get away for a little while - but he doesn’t want to know the consequences. he leans his head back, but out of the corner of his eye, he sees a figure moving around in the darkness. ‘is someone there?’ he calls out, taking a brave step into the alleyway.