#lowlybum

   if it wasn’t for the fact that they were in public, he would’ve responded differently. instead of raising his voice, sangwoo took a deep breath before muttering the words ‘it’s okay’, mostly to himself than to the other. he already dealt with dealing with drunkards passing out after a couple of shots, that the last thing that he needed was for bum to spill his drink all over the table. how fortunate that they were in a place where he had to keep appearances.

@lowlybum

He ached, where was he? Why was everything dark and mysterious. He could hear muffled beeping of machines. His mind was foggy as he thought back to what had happened. There was a blast... it scarred him; hurt him. Bum? Where is he? 

That moment was three years ago. For three long years, He had to sit behind a cell that was more of a gilded cage. Sangwoo had multiple court hearings and some that tilted in his favor of him getting out. They couldn’t prove that he murdered all of those people, including his parents. He was nothing but meticulous. Being escorted out of the jail was unique, the men howled at him; the officers scowled towards him. Especially since he had a smirk on his lips. His scars had mostly healed, skin grafts had done wonders to his face. Sure there was a slight bald spot near his ear but the remainder of the fire was pushed into the recess of his mind.

He was still Sangwoo but his mind was a little more stable with regular medications and intense therapy. He would never be 100% but something was better than nothing. He didn’t have a home anymore, not when it was burnt down from the fire. What money he had save up would go to an apartment. 

The drive to the hotel was uneventful, being careful to hide his face when in public. Currently? He was walking down a boardwalk, having a mask covering his lips and a cap on his head to shade himself from the sun. Seagull’s chirped above, flying through the hair. The noise distracted the other to the point where he looked up, his scarred neck poked out from his dark green jacket. His hands were shoved in the pockets of the jacket.

Absently, he wondered where Bum was, would the other man recognize him?

"hu--hugging my boy--boyfriend!"

even from POSTURE alone -- he could tell this small human was only but the SCUM of his race. he’s met plenty like him -- plenty so ... VULNERABLE. he smells it. it makes his mouth WATER with anticipation. the fear. this mortal’s fear. oh, how bad could a small SNACK be? there’s a sinister smile to pass his lips before he slowly drifts to the man. he grabs his wallet out of his pocket, loosely placing it in his coat’s pocket. he BUMPS into the smaller man -- the item falling. he continues to walk, only turning around for the briefest of seconds. ❛ apologies. ❜ he mutters, turning around again and continuing his waltz. he effectively IGNORES the fact his wallet was purposely dropped and carries on -- slower than he had before.

“Hey, that doesn’t look like nothing. Why don’t I help bandage it up?”

He frowns. Sangwoo's getting the silent treatment now.