jinah just about stepped out of the shower when she heard the doorbell ring. 3am. she’s never had visitors this late before—perhaps once, but that was it. one and only.
she struggled in her attempts at tiptoeing, then quirked an eyebrow at the view through the tiny portal in the door, one that showed her little more details than a shadow. rather than being intimidated though, she was more curious to know who it was.
“tae?” her expression was a mixture of surprise and annoyance when she pulled open the door to reveal the trouble-maker. “geez. tell me you have a good reason—” she paused. the shock cut her off, with her eyes widening to the sight of his right hand being coated in blood, trickling down his fingers. “tae what the fuck, get your ass in here!”
He’s fidgeting outside her door, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, a little restless, a little scared. The boy would’ve nursed his own wounds if he knew how -- he was familiar with little cuts and grazes, maybe bruises too, but not the sight of his whole hand covered in blood, crimson droplets trickling to the floor as he waited, suppressing silent groans of pain.
He knew it was three in the morning but if his memory served him correctly, Jinah would still be awake. Please be awake -- The door swung opened and Taehyung observed her features shift from a knowing look, to one of surprise, and then to slight anger. He flinched, more from the tone of her voice than the pain he felt as he stepped into her apartment, an explanation he prepared to share once he was cleaned up.
