“I still don’t get why–” Kihyun yawned and started to complain while opening the door for Daehee, who had texted him moments ago. Something about ‘are you awake’ and ‘I’m coming over now’. However, Kihyun stopped mid-sentence once he had one look at the other’s face. A look of worry appeared on his face as he briefly examined the boy, bruises all over his face and a split lip. “Daehee, what the hell. Come in.”
Despite his surprise and the late hour - it was 2am, for Christ’s sake - Kihyun was quick to help him inside and sat him down on his couch. “What did you do…?” he muttered under his breath as Kihyun sat next to him and took a closer look at his injuries. There were more than he saw at first, several cuts on his arms as well. “Nevermind. Let me just clean you up, okay?”
Daehee had obviously pissed off the wrong man that night in winning a fight when he was the clear underdog everybody thought would loose. Countless notes had been handed over betting against him and plenty of people were angry to be out of pocket. It wasn’t the first time he’d made people mad but it was the first time he had been attacked after leaving by several men.
By the time he was at Kihyun’s his wounds were no longer bleeding but his skin was stained with blood, his breathing laboured and hand clutching to his side. “I didn’t do anything.” He grumbled, obviously in pain as he collapsed back down on the couch. “People got mad for no damn reason and decided to make me their punchbag, that’s all.”