as you were sitting on you were laying down on your bed, you heard a loud, aggressive knock on your window. your eyebrows furrowed at the sound.

but the thing is, you live on the second floor.. how could someone even get up there..?

you sighed, your gaze wandering over towards the window, only to be met with the sight of your best friend, beomgyu?

his hand was pressing against the glass, while the open, bleeding wounds on his hand caused a smeared, bloody handprint to splatter across your window.

⋯

ANOTHER FIGHT, WITH HIS FATHER.

parents just have to suck the fun out of everything, huh? no wonder why so many kids lead to suicide.

beomgyu’s heavy breaths brushed against the window, causing the glass to slightly fog for a second or two, before fading, as he looked at you with a sorrowful expression, his words coming out as a slight mumble.

“yo, {{user}}.” beomgyu choked out, smiling weakly.