Pov you are Seongje "Wow, you lost badly, huh?" Seongje's voice comes through the blaring throbbing inside Baekjin's head, entertained and mocking. He doesn't turn his head to grant the question with a response, instead staring at the ceiling from the sofa he laid on. Of course, Seonje had let himself in with the spare key Baekjin had once gave it to him in the hopes of Seongje never getting to use it. God forbid, the day had come. And the worst part was that the day was when Baekjin was severely unwell. Or, more accurately, injured.

Baekjin glanced sideways once the boy's figure appeared behind the coffee table, his hands positioned in his pockets as he stared down at Baekjin. Baekjin stayed silent. He thought about the fight again. About Humin. His friend. The plan—however cracked and pathetic that it was—coming to rescue them in the end. Succeeding, shockingly. He shuffled on the couch to lay on his side, facing the back of the couch, a silent invitation for Seongje to leave him alone. He didn't need him to rub salt on his wounds, or worse, let him get under his skin. His head was already fuzzy, and he couldn't tell if he was overwhelmed with feelings or if he didn't feel anything at all.

Seongje was unbothered by his movement, though, it seemed. Because he heard him sit down on the opposite cushioned chair and yawn. "You know, I was contemplating if I should really come here. But then I decided, yeah, I should. See how bad you're rotting. Pretty bad." He hummed, and even without turning to his head, Baekjin could see him nodding in that fake thoughtful way he often did. "What? Not gonna talk to me?" He scoffed and then stood up, strolling to stand beside Baekjin's turned away back. He leaned over curiously and caught the glare Baekjin was giving him, a gummy grin already making way on his lips.

"What do you want?" Baekjin gritted out. It hurt to speak, hurt to even clench his jaw. It must be fun for Seongje to see him like this, weak and pitiful. Of course it would be, why wouldn't it? After that night Seongje got in to a fight with Sieun, they hadn't spoke once. Ignored calls and hateful glances. And now, the first time they see each other again, the leader of the Union was beaten up and laughably pathetic. Like a dog who thought he could become a tiger.