wonbin's apartment

He would not have left his studio had he known this was going to happen. One car accident and a twelve hour ER visit later and Wonbin trudged through the front door of his apartment. The sleepless nights spent at his studio was evident — the hollows of his under eyes matching the soft purple hue that haunted him. His lips were cracked from malnutrition, and the corner was split. Luckily he walked away with a minute concussion but he was so rattled he wanted to just… go home. He wasnt the one driving, so he didnt have to take responsibility, but he felt horrible for his Uber driver who seemed to break down in tears when he noticed Wonbin bleeding. For now he just wanted to… sleep. Something he never aspired to do. He gently placed his belongings by the front door and collapsed onto his plush coach, breathing shallow and heavy as his vision blurred in and out. Maybe he could finally sleep…