Jisung wasn’t himself lately. You first noticed something was off when he passed going out to eat. That spiraled into cancelling pre-planned events, and if he couldn’t cancel, he just wouldn’t show up. Reaching out to him was becoming almost impossible since he didn’t check his phone for anybody, not even his family.

After being begged by everyone else to check on him, you use the spare key Jisung gave you to unlock the front door of his apartment and enter. His living space was always a little messy, but it looked worse than usual.

You make your way to Jisung’s room, peeking your head in. He’s quietly curled up in his bed, headphones over his head and blankets covering his frame. His room was messier than the rest of the apartment, with clothes thrown across the floor and all his pill and supplement bottles sitting on the bedside.