wooseok didn't believe he could have even more purples scattered around his body than he already had, some blemishes though they were only bruises they had shown would stay fixed against the pale skin for longer than he imagined it would remain there ----- and he could tell he cared, but it didn't make any difference at all. that's because he would always come back later and end up winning another bruise over that he already had or else in the same place ( god only knows how he hates the kind of fighter that will fix his damned attention in a bruised place just for the purpose of winning a fight. it was low and unnecessary in his head ).
the blue stain around his eye was getting dark now, but it didn't hurt as much as last night when he could barely keep his eye open for long, and the cut on his lip was already healed thanks to the care of his mother when he returned home in the arms of one of his friends. wooseok couldn't remember when it had been the last time he had lose a fight if he were being totally honest. but tried to console himself that the purpose had been good. a blackmail that he also hadn't heard for a long time coming back to weigh on his shoulders once again.
even though he was too busy analyzing his wounds, still managed to catch the figure from the corner of his eye down the hallway, and he could have sworn he'd seen a ghost if he'd really believed in those things. "minjoon?" was asked as he stepped into the hallway, realizing that his boyfriend was really there. it was no longer a hallucination of one who had struck his head too hard. "what the fuck are you doing here?" @mnjoonh
