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@mixkrisĀ
TW BLOOD
even with wonwoo now valuing the safety and warmth ofĀ homeĀ over everything else, thereās still something oddly soothing about late night walks alone. donāt get him wrongā curling up in bed with good company and a hardback novel is an opportunity wonwoo would never pass up on, but sometimes, the only thing that can clear his mind is the crisp, night air and a little trouble making.Ā
naturally so, too, given that whilst wonwoo can quite easily leave the house with no phone or cash, he canāt leave without causing any suffering while heās out, and itās barely been two hours since he stepped into the cold and heās ruined two high school thugsā friendships and broken a nose. (and sadly, gotten blood on his sort of clean jumper, so now heāll have to wash it before he can wear it again. for fuckās sake.)Ā
he hides the stain under the sleeve of his boyfriendās jacket, shoving cold fingers into the pockets. he kicks at a rock, rolling it along the ground until it hits another set of large feet in front of him. slowly lifting his head, he narrows his eyes in a challenge.Ā ācan I help you?ā fuck, this bastard is even taller than mingyu. itās not often that wonwoo feels small, but anotherās size has never stopped him from picking a fight before. (maybe it should, but ārecklessā is wonwooās middle name. or maybe itās āstupidā. who knows.)
