---> i can’t see underwater
tw: self-harm, negative thoughts, suicidal thoughts, crying
Blood, blood was running from the male’s knuckles, not that he had hit anyone, no this time it was a wall and not a person. The male had put all his anger into hitting a wall as if that could do any good, as if it he hit it hard enough he would feel better, hint; he didn’t feel any better, he felt worse. He had tried hitting, screaming, crying, at one point he wanted to drown himself, but nothing helped, and he wasn’t even too sure why he was all like this. He had seen his parents from afar, and suddenly he regretted running away and becoming a hitman and prostitute, suddenly he felt as if he had ruined his life, as if his life no longer had meaning.
And though he male was sobbing heavenly, and clearly not thinking straight, the male decided he couldn’t be alone much longer, that it wasn’t good for him, and that he needed someone before he did something terrible. So he went to whoever person he knew who was closest, which ended up being Seonghwa, so Seonghwa now would be one of the few people to ever see him so fragile and vulnerable. Hardly he knocked on the door as he continued sobbing, “Seonghwa” he shouted with a weak voice.
---> @miseonghwa
