●Youngmin and Kwangmin's Apartment

@Jo Youngmin Thunder cracked in the sky, lighting the world for intervals of seconds before letting darkness resume its position while the church bells in the distance chimed, announcing the arrival of midnight. Rain poured mercilessly, attacking the young teenage boy like a shower of transparent pine needles being shot at him from above. However, Kwangmin wasn't about to let anything so trivial such as rain get the better of him. He had braced far too much to be taken by some measly water.
Though as annoying as the cold heavy rain that made his clothes absorb unnecessary amounts of water that hindered his movements quite a bit with the excessive weight, he was at least thankful it washed away some of the blood in a similar fashion that a shower would. An icy one at that. With a few grunts escaping from gritted white teeth, Kwangmin continued to drag the double-bagged large plastic bag across the pavement of the alley where a car was waiting with its trunk open for him. '. He's heavier than I thought.' The adolescent thought, cursing inwardly as purple streaks of water began to haze his vision, his dye running from his hair splayed across his forehead. He glanced left and right, looking for something that could help get the load faster to the car parked in the center of the alley, Kwangmin would have to get in and drive through it to go where he wanted. These were the backstreets he was traveling along, no one would really be here unless they were trouble-makers, things that would probably use this as blackmail if they knew just what was in the bag. Kwangmin ground his teeth, furrowing his dark brows as he hunched over again, grabbing the closed opening of the bag and beginning to drag it over the rocky cement again, praying it wouldn't rip. But it was to no avail. He was weak right now, suffering from a horrendous cold that left him in no condition to do this. Plus the man inside the bag was nearly three times his own weight. He stilled for a moment, attempting to work out a plan until the sound of footsteps behind him garnered his attention, Kwangmin's plan drastically changing course within the second, threatening his pride, but he had to do it. He turned around to face the owner of the steps approaching him, trying to keep his voice calm and casual. "Hey!" He called out, seeing that the stranger about his height was about six feet away. "Mind lending a helping hand?" He asked, praying the other man was not someone to pry into personal affair, because Kwangmin was sure in no mood to run from police right now.