-- crescendo ;
Ouch.
Hand, head, nose. Yeah, especially the nose - or no, no it was near the nose it was the cheek. Soohyuk took his hand and reached up to his cheek, once he checked his finger he rolled his eyes at the sight of blood. One of his canvas' were completely wrecked and the lone artist was on the ground, packing his art supplies, and wondering why drunks even existed at ten in the morning.
"Damn," A ruined paint brush, great. He was lucky he had some fire in him from last night, if he were tired he'd have broken bones. But with the body laying by his torn canvas, he had no intentions of remaining here for long. He dialed the number quickly, he practically memorized it by now. The smooth, flat screen made its way to Soohyuk's opposite cheek and he listened until he heard the familiar, "Oppa?"
Soohyuk's baritone broke a bit of the barrier between the two, quite quickly at that. "Hey, can you pick me up? I need stitches."