“Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”
( wndrlzt / First Time Interaction Starters )
“N.. No, I’m– I’m okay.”
It’s a lie. It’s such an obvious lie, but Kyungsoo hopes the stranger will turn a blind eye to the bruise on his elbow and the scratches on his face. He hopes with every fibre of his being that the taller male will ignore the chalk dust all over his fingers and clothes, that the stranger will fail to notice the fact that he’s also missing a shoe. These aren’t important things and he doesn’t want to bother anyone. No one really has to know what’s going on, where he just came from, or why he looks like he’s narrowly escaped a horrible, painful death. (Which he has, but that’s not important.)
“I just–” With a faint wince, the boy searches the pockets of his jeans but grimaces upon discovering that they’re all empty. He doesn’t even have his wallet. Nervously, he fixes his gaze on the other male’s shoes, then inhales slowly to prepare himself for the terror that is socialising. “Could I borrow your phone, please? I won’t steal it, I promise. I just.. have to call someone.”