#io.cl

It really wouldn’t have bothered him any other time of the night, any other day- but tonight he hadn’t been able to sleep and the sound of wheels rolling among the concrete just a few meters from his shared bedroom window was truly starting to piss him off. Chenle tossed his blankets onto the floor, reaching for his sweatshirt to pull on while he got out of bed and began to shuffle his way towards the front door. He hadn’t even bothered to put on any shoes, going outside into the brisk cold with just socks covering his feet. He was determined to stop the obnoxious noise; and the moment he seen a fair skinned boy riding among a skateboard a smirk crawled it’s way onto his lips. “Yah, are you on some kind of journey of self discovery? Who the hell skateboards this late, and your tracks sound like they're about to fall off.” The boy stuffed his hands into the pockets of his sweatpants while he questioned the other, light brown orbs focused on them while he waited for a response.

“For the last time, would you calm down? You’re freaking me out, and I’m the one that did it.” There was no doubt the other was worried, but Chenle insisted that he was fine. There was blood soaked into the boys shirt, the crimson liquid had splattered among the boys cheek and even some had managed to get in his hair. It tinted his usual lilac locks a darker violet. He wreaked of metallic, as if someone had thrown a bag of pennies into the room. Chenle had some business between a dealer who owed his sister some money, though he didn’t want it to come down to a fight, it happened; the guy pulled out a gun and what was the boy to do? His only reaction was to attack the other before they pulled the trigger. Chenle took a purple tinted karambit to the dealers chest, abdomen.. and managed to get away with only a flesh wound of a bullet that grazed his left thigh. “It’s not my blood, okay? It’s his.” Sweat ran down in beads on the teens skin, as he leaned up against the others bathroom sink; he was truly grateful they opened up their door to him. He would have went home but of course, that was quite a long run and his leg ached like a bitch.