The Shiba Inu decides that he should not break the command alone. As a result, he should go convince someone to be an accomplice. He walks on, squinting to find the best choice. It would not do to tackle someone in the group, and so he will launch an attack on the loner.

It happens to be Brian. While the boy first protests, he finally relents to Yeong’s mighty tugs. After all, his ferocity may very well cause his fine pants to be ruined.

“It better be worth it, Yeong,” warns the bassist, but the dog could not be bothered.

Though he really does not want to enter Dowoon’s room when they are told to keep away unless requested for, they walk in. Well, barge in.

“Hey,” is all the drummer says, a hand lifted above the blanket.

Perhaps it is an ordinary act, but the blood that trickles down the arm is terrifying. After assessing that the boy is still breathing properly, though terribly unconcerned about his bleeding arms, Brian informs the others immediately on the gist of the situation.

They walk in speedily with some wet cloths and bandages, removing the stained bedsheet and dumping it on the floor. Moderate care is given to the boy before dragging him out to the living room to understand what happened.

“Dowoon, what happened?” is the question that lingers in the air.

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