beach

@baekhyun b。shinigami It wasn't supposed to be like this. The last thing Taekwoon could remember was finishing his shift at the local entertainment club he worked at, being a host and all he'd only gotten to leave work quite late as a result and he thought he'd left alone-. Oh, no wait. There was a young blonde woman who had asked him to go out for some drinks together just afterwards, and he'd agreed to, reluctantly, his face as impassive as ever as he headed out with her and promised only to stop at a street vendor for a small while. After that it became a little bit... murky.

Water. There was the sound of water washing up nearby that had him pulling out of his current state. That and the feeling of fingers nudging at his body, the sharp prods making the man slowly roll his eyelids back, a dark sky greeting him as well as the smell of the sea water whilst his senses seemed to have been returning to him. There was a familiar voice too, Baekhyun, why was he here? Looking up at him now, Taekwoon was soon tasting something, blood in his mouth? Wait what? That was his blood or was it someone else's? Groaning softly, he brought his fingers to his lips where he brushed over the edges of his lips, lifting them after to see they were indeed covered in blood.

"Blood...?" Wait until he got a load of the rest of him. Pushing himself up once he figured he was able to move properly enough, the man giving a small groan again as he looked up at Baekhyun now, the man's figure coming into the light some more and looking a bit clearer.
"Baekhyun? What's- Why are you at the beach? Why am... I, at the beach?" Looking out over the waves crashing in over the sand, the man was left floundering for an answer up until he looked down at his body. What he had previously thought was wet because he had apparently taken a stroll on the beach and somehow ended up in the water, was indeed not innocent H2O but instead blood.

"W-Wha...What's going on?" Taekwoon asked, feeling over his body with his hands to see if he could find any of the sources of pain or wounds, though nothing came up for either. Exhaling heavily, the man now looked at his hands that were redder than ever, his palms shaking as he gave a small shake of his head and looked up at the other man now, someone he had thought of as his friend at least.
"What... What happened?" He asked, in some vague hope Baekhyun might know. He wanted to cry 'help me' but more than that he wanted to turn away, to run before something could happen to him. What if Baekhyun said something? What if he him?

He couldn't, right?

@taekwoon j。kumiho Baekhyun sure didn't intend on this mission going on this long, but he was human, after all. His efforts should be rewarded, though, since Baekhyun hadn't a scratch on him. That, however, wasn't rare, but considering the job, he didn't even have a speck on him. His master should definitely be pleased, especially since he would be spending less on the "special dry cleaning" that Baekhyun's suit required when it got dirty.

Baekhyun trudged across the beach's pier, his shoes clacking against the wood. Baekhyun's slender fingers came up to readjust the tie on his suit, but he saw something twitch on the beach not so far from where he stood. His eyebrows furrowed, and he cocked his head to the side. Whatever moved wasn't moving anymore, but Baekhyun wasn't going to take that chance.

His occupation made his nerves ring when he saw this. He rushed down the pier, and onto the sandy beach, he didn't think much of the sand collecting in his pristine shoes, especially if not this thing was going to be a threat to Baekhyun.

As he got closer, he saw that it was a person, a man. Baekhyun frowned, and fought the thought of turning around and going home. He neared the man, and soon enough, the man became familiar, and Baekhyun knew the situation.

Baekhyun kneeled in front of the man, Taekwoon, he knew him as, and he saw that blood was all over him. Baekhyun squinted, and shook his head. Baekhyun lightly nudged Taekwoon with his fingers, and spoke softly. "Are you okay?"