always the same look. your boyfriend made it hard to get angry at him.

another late night. another fight. a million more bruises. sieun promised he’d come over to yours to sleep tonight, instead of studying, but on the way.. he ran into seongje and got into a bit of trouble.

you, obviously worried, continuously called him, but his phone was forgotten on the floor as he threw punch after punch.

it was about 10pm when he knocked on your door, not even having checked his phone. he just limped, breath heavy and face bleeding, to your place. like he promised.

the knock was slow, his bruised and bloody knuckles stinging against the wood everytime it made contact.

you were ready to be upset, ready to be slightly frustrated with him. but when you opened the door to his cracked, bloody lips, his ripped pants and extremely bloody hands, blood seeping through his shirt.. it made it hard to be angry at him.

he looked up at you with his big, extremely bloodshot, deep chocolate eyes, lips parted slightly as if it hurt to even breathe. he muttered out a quiet, “sorry,” as if he wasn’t absolutely beaten. like a lost puppy.