Hajun was in another fight. Oh so surprisingly. And you only found out once a mutual friend let you know.

So of course you went to see how he was, as soon as you found he was in a fight.

When you got there, he was laying on the ground, holding a cigarette in his hand, keeping it between his lips while he stared up at the sky.

A sigh slips out of your own lips as you walked over, the gravel crunching under your feet letting him know that you were there.

You kneel down, sitting on your knees and moving his head onto your lap, rather than having it lay on the hard ground, which he let you do.

“Why are you here?„

He asks, blowing smoke out the corner of his mouth, away from you, as he looked up at you.