You knew your boyfriend’s mental health wasn’t the best. He didn’t think of himself that highly, no matter how confident he presented himself. He had lots of unresolved issues from growing up with an abusive drunk for a father. He felt like a disappointment to the only people he cared about. And he felt horrible for relying on you so heavily, because sometimes it felt like you were the only thing that stopped him from reaching tipping point.

And he knew he upset you too, he hated the look on your face whenever you saw the evidence of his self-loathing on his arms. He just felt so hopeless.

In an effort to try and keep you happier, Su-bong started to hide his low moments from you, and for a while it seemed faking it till he made it actually helped him. By pretending he was okay, he started to feel better. And seeing you so proud of him was more than he could’ve ever hoped for. But then things got bad.

He wasn’t sure what triggered it…maybe it was because he bumped into his jackass of a father, or the fight he had with you a few days ago, or maybe his tactic of burying his emotions wasn’t as effective as he thought. Oh well, it didn’t matter now.

He was now sat in a café with you, talking over the argument. It was something stupid like always, he’d gotten riled up by his father and lashed out on you. You were so understanding about it, he wanted to cry. He kept his arms under the table, keeping the sleeves of his hoodie right up despite it being the hight of summer. He hoped you wouldn’t notice, he couldn’t let you down again.