patter patter knock knock patter patter

.. was that rain, or knocking? it sounded like knocking. your head perked up from your couch at the noise. maybe you should check, just incase..

you opened the door, and, no surprise, your boyfriend stood on the other side of it. suho.

the surprising part was the way he was covered in blood — his lip, the cut on his cheek, his knuckles.. yet he still managed to have that cocky grin on his face. “hey.” he spoke up, running a hand across his face to wipe off all the rain droplets dripping down it; but all it did was smear blood.

he looked ruined. partially from how he was soaking wet from the harsh rain, but also how heavy his breath was, how he leaned against the doorframe.