↳ ᴅᴏɴɢᴡᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴏᴍᴇ

@β┊kim mingyu “Have you heard the saying, ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’? People who look soft could be some of the most dangerous. Aside from that, I’m a busy man and don’t watch TV often. Am I supposed to recognize you?” Dongwook asks nonchalantly, noting the clear irritation oozing from the latter’s being. His arms drop from his chest as he watches the disheveled younger make himself at home. Dongwook finds it interesting that a stranger could so easily step inside his home ( more like fall ), make himself comfortable and have demands on top of that. All without introducing himself.

“I’ll get them, just one more question, what is your name? I’m Lee Dongwook.” He states, already heading toward the kitchen which would lead into his bathroom, but he kept his pace slow, waiting to hear the latter’s responses.

@α┊lee dongwook Mingyu's gaze coldly glances over to the older male, still trying to make out where he knew where he recognized the latter from.
The daring questions earn him to snicker under his breath. Clearly Mingyu was not amused.
"I highly doubt you'll do anything....you look soft. As for who I am- does that matter? Figured you watch TV or something. I thought this was my house and honestly I'm just wanting to clean up and crash....is that cool?" He replies, a deep sigh leaving his lips as he leans back against the sofa. His gaze blankly staring at the ceiling; Mingyu felt like and probably looked like in this very moment.
He raises his right hand to glide the pad of his thumb over the underside of his bloody lip that is partially dried up now.
"Anyway- where is the rubbing alcohol and Q-tips? I'm a little impatient pal."

This was a different side of Mingyu, some would say its almost....surprising from his usual demeanor. Nonetheless, luckily he went to a person, he didn't fully recognize but partially does. But from where......it bothered that he couldn't recall.

@β┊kim mingyu Well, this was no police officer. The man that has fallen back on the ground looked extremely roughed up, almost like a gang came over and beat him to a pulp. His brows furrowed at the abrasive question, which was clearly confusion on the other man’s part.

Dongwook watches puzzled as the latter climbs to his feet with the help of the doorframe. Even more confused when he just invites himself inside, brushing past the homeowner. Well, this was safe. Dongwook glances outside, looking from right to left before coming back in and closing the door.

“Brave of you to enter someone else’s home, especially when you do not know them, or what they are capable of.” Dongwook pipes up, inhaling a deep breath while crossing his arms over his chest. “I do, but before I get them, who are you? Did you mean to come to my house?”

@α┊lee dongwook Exhaustion....it drowned him slowly but surely, the melancholy aura of the night surrounding Mingyu as if he was being trapped into his own world.
Blankly staring up at the night sky that dazzled with stars, contemplating whether he should just crash at a friends house. Real question- what friend? No one knew what he did at night for the most part and he preferred it that way.

'Creek' - the subtle sound of a door opening is heard from behind him as his body naturally falling backwards to lie on his back. Late reaction on his drunken part. "What the -" He groaned in annoyance, his eyes blinking a few times as his vision is hazed. A face- he semi- recognized but didn't all at once. Who was this? Why were they here? Nonetheless- he just wanted inside.
With that thought in mind, Mingyu forces himself up; with a bit of struggle holding onto the door frame with one hand for support.
"Move...please-" He asked in a cold tone, brushing passed the figure to hopefully find a bed or sofa to lie down on. He needed to relax from the rough beating he got tonight. Caramel colored irises scan the blurry room to finally glance back to the stranger.
"Got any rubbing alcohol and Q tips? It'll help with the pain a little."

@β┊kim mingyu While in the bathroom rubbing moisturizer into his skin as the final step in his skincare routine, Dongwook heard several noises. Normally relaxed brows furrowing in confusion. Maybe the police? But would they knock so roughly? Dongwook couldn’t think of anything he may have gotten in trouble for, unless it was reading too many good books. He amused himself with the thought.

Precaution in mind, he steps out of the bathroom, into the kitchen, then living room and eventually into the entry way of his home. The pounding now just incessant knocks that are slowing down, like a Beethoven piece that has wrapped up its most intense chorus before the end. Whomever was on the other side had to be drunk, it was the only thing he could think of. He attempts to peek out the peephole but is only met with the darkness of the night and first few steps of his home. There was a dimly lit street light that only illuminated the area within its bubble, so it wasn’t of much help.

Without wasting much more of the night, he flicks on the porch light, unlocks the heavy wooden door, and pulls it open. Not expecting to see what he had within the next few moments of simply opening his front door.

@α┊lee dongwook Hazy...Mingyu's vision is blurred as he stumbles his way up a few front porch steps. Bruised lips, swollen face, cut up hands that his boxing wraps were barely hanging on- he fumbled with a pair of keys as he struggled to unlock the front door. Annoying, he thought. His patience thin in the moment but after a few tries he let out a loud annoyed groan prior to falling onto the floor.
He pressed his back up against the wooden door, dazed eyes staring up at the night sky while raising one hand up in a balled fist-

THONK THONK!
He is pounding on the door, frustrated.
"ing open up....stupid door..." The words sinked with anger; his lovely brows furrowed in the moment. Why did he lose.....those thoughts kept lingering repeatedly in his mind. But the other part of him knew that he needed to get inside before someone who knew him, caught him in this state. It would not end well for him.
! He mentally shouted, the rough knocking slowing down as he was about to give up and call it a night on the porch.