A Dead Singer - YEONBIN

intro

"Shit, that hurt," Yeonjun said as he stood up from the floor.

His head felt like it could explode any second. Every blink, the harder his head would throb. Beats of sweat dripped down his forehead as he tried his hardest to gain his vision back, his thick black hoodie not making the heat and less suffocating.
Although he was in so much pain, he was glad he finally woke up before anyone had came.

Walking over to what seemed like a bathroom, he noticed the smell in the room was stronger than it was when he first came in. A cinnamon candle, its smell filled the room. It made his head hurt even more. Definitely a smell to remember for such a night.

He flipped the light switch and stood to look at himself in the mirror, swiped back the hood of his hoodie, and set free his vibrant, red hair. Squinting, he noticed blood dripping down from the side of his face. He touched it lightly, hissing. The cut seemed to be pretty deep.

"Damn, she got me good," he faintly chuckled while looking at himself.

Turning the faucet on, he took a towel from a shelf on the side of the sink and put it under the cold water. He placed the towel on his cheekbone gently, dabbing the dripping blood.

Not a towel, he thought. The cut was too deep, and he needed to get out of the house quickly before she woke up. He decided he'll bandage himself up at his home.

He kept the towel, grabbed his heavy bag, and stepped out of the house without looking back.

Another successful night.