Warnings for this part: language, mentions of blood 

Why do I even endure all this torture?

You drowsily watched how the sun slowly climbed higher on the sky, painting it orange. You hadn’t slept at all thanks to nightmares that started immediately after you had closed your eyes. 

“How is it possible to have nightmares when I’m not even properly asleep?” you mumbled, rubbing your eyes.

Luckily it was your day off. Going out in that kind of state didn’t sound like a good idea to you. Besides, you had no idea where Minhyuk was and you thought that maybe taking his advice of not going out was the wisest thing to do.

I wonder if they found Yuna…

If you hadn’t been cursing Minhyuk in your mind during the night, you had been thinking about Yuna. She had always been a little… angsty if you may say so but you had never imagined that she would be in that much pain. 

You decided to take a shower and put on some clothes you could wear if you would have to go outside. After that you went back to your bed and sat down on it, facing the window next to it.

“Hmm?” Eunkyung hummed when she answered your call. “Is everything okay? It’s unusual for you to call me this early.”

“Yeah, nothing’s wrong…” you said and yawned. “I was just bored.”

She was quiet for a bit and then you heard her sigh. “A sleepless night again?”

“Uh huh,” you admitted.

“You should really consider seeing a doctor or something… You can’t keep living like this, it’s bad for your health,” she nagged.

“Yeah, yeah,” you couldn’t help but smile a little. “Thanks for always worrying for me.”

“It’s not like I necessarily want to do it,” she snorted. “It’s because it seems like you can’t do it yourself.”

You chuckled, making her sigh for the second time.

“You don’t take this seriously enough ______. It bothers me.”

“I know,” you said and lay down on your back, taking a deep breath. “I’ll try to look after myself.”

“I know you will,” she said and you smiled. 

There was a brief silence. “Have you talked with Yuna lately?” you asked cautiously.

She didn’t answer immediately. “No,” she eventually said. “It’s not like we have a reason to talk anymore…”

“I-“ you were cut off when you heard your doorbell ring. 

“You should go get that,” Eunkyung said. “I’ll talk to you later,” she said and hung up before you could say anything. 

With a sigh, you got up and went to the door, slowly pushing it open when you arrived in the hallway.

“I’m surprised you’re alive,” Minhyuk said coldly when your eyes met. 

Your eyes traveled to his clothes almost immediately. There was a big dark spot on his shirt where the wound was. “I think that’s my line,” you said and looked at him in the eye with a serious look.

“Oh, please,” he smirked. “A little scratch isn’t enough to kill me.”

“A scratch? It looked more like your whole side had been cut open judging from the amount of blood there was.”

“Whatever, it’s not like it matters anyway,” he snorted. 

“You didn’t have time to change your clothes? Or do you not own any other clothes?” you asked.

“None of your business,” he said. “Now tell me if you have any plans to go outside because if you don’t, I’m going to leave immediately. I don’t exactly want to be around you.”

You quickly grabbed your keys and put on your shoes. “Yes, I have to visit the convenience store briefly.”

Without saying a single word, he turned around and started walking away from the door, knowing you would follow him. While walking behind him you couldn’t stop looking at the dark stain on his shirt that was visible from the back too. The blood had dried up and it wasn’t as dark as it was when wet but it was still closer to black than, say, royal blue. 

“How did you stop the bleeding?” you asked him after you had stepped out from the apartment building.

“I have my ways,” he answered shortly without turning around or glancing at you over his shoulder.

“And that means?”

“You don’t want to know,” he scoffed and turned his head a little, just enough for you to see a smirk on his lips.

“Why not?”

“Your stupidity is just hilarious,” he said and suddenly came to a stop, turning around to face you. “Since you probably won’t shut up before I give a proper answer,” he stopped for a bit, a grin growing on his lips. “Let’s just say I got some help from a really hot piece of metal.”

“You-“

“Let’s not talk about it,” he said and started walking again. “I’m used to the image but a weakling like you will throw up your breakfast if you hear the exact steps and all the other unnecessary included in the practice. I don’t really like the idea of having to witness you throwing up.”

You gulped and followed him. Yeah, maybe not hearing about it was for the best.

You opened the door of your apartment with your keys.

Why is he still here?

After unlocking the door