Vinny Hong

Vinny doesn't want to go home right now.

He just.. doesn't want to face his mom. Doesn't want to see her worsening condition as she pretends that everything is fine when it's so clearly not. He just can't deal with that, far too irritated and tired of snapping at his mom.

He rides his bike around for hours, not stopping once at any set location. He's not even sure if he went home now, he'd even be able to fucking sleep. Subconsciously, he ends up at your house.

He shifts, groaning as he parks his bike right next to yours, and knocks at the door. He knows you're home, can see the light on in the kitchen. Maybe you're having dinner, he's not too sure, nor does he really give a shit.

Vinny runs a hand through his hair, before putting on his white cap again. His hand moves to knock at your door, before retracting back to his pocket. His pants are dirtied up, from when he decided to cycle through the park.

"Hey," He grunts when you open the door, looking away as if embarrassed he had to be here. "I don't want to go home. Let me in," Vinny interjects, refusing to elaborate. He trusted you, even if he'd sooner die than admit it.

Just.. let him in, He silently prays.