#r|p

"Mm?"  "Ya coming?" "Uh." Groaning, Jin swings his legs over the side of his bed, taking his time to get up. His head feels like it was hit by hundreds of bricks. Slightly swaying as he stands up, Jin took a moment to close his eyes, dizzy from the sudden movement. The late night drinking games are starting to take a toll on him.  After taking thirty minutes to shower and get dressed, Jin looks around only to realize he was off in his hideout. He meant to go back to his apartment the night before, but he didn't want to wake up his college roommate. The male actually prefers to stay there more than at this shabby rooftop room. There is only one person person in Jin's life that he could fully trust with his life. The one person that'd he'd go nowhere without, vanished without a trace. The male still kicks himself for not being able to keep the person he treasure the most safe and vows to make sure something like that doesn't happen again. Jin finds in front of a steel building resembling a parking garage insulated with glass windows. This is the only place he could vent his anger and insecurities. The moment he walks through the door, a pair of red boxing gloves hits him square on the side of his face, jerking his head to the side. He snaps his head back to the opposite direction, narrowing his eyes at the grinning figure. "You lil shit, you think that's funny?" Jin bends down to pick up the gloves before rubbing the side of his head. "What? You should have been prepared." "Oh really? Well be prepared to have your ass handed to you." The male gathers his mouth guard to equip himself, entering the ring. Everything he holds inside, all his fear and mistakes, he lets them out through his fists, with each punch going harder.  "Ya okay man?" The other asks, as JIn got up from his drunk stupor. It's been an hour since he sparred boxing with his partner and it's only been twenty minutes since they started drinking. "Yeah perfect." He replies, getting up, knowing fully well where he was headed. He knew someone one close by, someone he hasn't seen for quite awhile. He might as well make the trip since he is in the area. Knock, knock, he raps his knuckles against the figure's door. For the few seconds he second guess presence, he was about to turn and leave, but the door swings, open, revealing the owner, weary and confused, pulling him in. ""hm, no fever and i don’t see any injuries— so then, what’s up?" The other inquiries, after checking him out. "ha, you're wrong." Jin retorts, holding up his right fist, his knuckles etches with dried blood. "But, ya, hermit, where have you been?"