Ruff Day
He wakes up face down on hard, cold earth. The usually comforting smell of fresh dirt if suddenly affronting. palms pressed against the ground, he raises himself off the ground just enough to sit up. He smells like he’s just walked through a burning pyre, and combined with the fact that he was in his birthday suit behind a bush in a park probably, did not paint the best picture. He supposes he’s lucky nobody found him before he woke up himself.
The last night had been rough. He had been roaming around safely around a slightly denser part of the nearby forest trail, minding his own business and keeping his fire in check when he felt a pull. His eyes had sort of gone out of focus and he had been hunting the goddamn lost soul for hours, pardon the pun. Hyunwoo doesn’t quite remember whether he had caught it and returned it to where it belonged. At this point, he doesn’t quite care. He’s a little more preoccupied with getting some clothes and getting himself home where he could call in sick to work and collapse for a few hours in his bed.
After making sure nobody was in the vicinity, he scampers from his spot behind the bush into the forest. It wasn’t as though the change of positioning would do him much good, but he knew the forest connected to some people’s properties as a ravine further in. He just needed to find that one family who didn’t like to use their dryer and borrow a few articles of clothing. He’d return them after a few days, he always did.
It takes him a little longer than usual; he woke up ridiculously sore, but eventually, he makes it back onto the streets, dressed in an oversized pink sweater and shorts. He didn’t grab shoes, that would’ve been too much. He supposes it’s just his luck then, that he steps on glass from a broken beer bottle.
His molars clench together from the pain, but he doesn’t make a sound. Instead, Hyunwoo just stops for a moment, leaning on the brick wall to pick the piece out of his foot, sighing silently when he puts his foot down on the pavement again, the bloody piece of glass between his fingers. All in all, not a good start to his day.
