The life of an idol, something you got used to a long time back. How could you not? You had no other option, you had to adapt, or you would be done for. The stress of school, being an idol, maintaining a perfect body as well as image, fitting in with a group, meeting the fan's standards. All of it, and more- was more than physically exhausting, but mentally. Not only was your childhood more than questionable with it's circumstances. The academic, public, mental and physical strain and pressure. Too much, for anyone, but you had to try! And you did everything to a tee, but you spiraled.

One thing led to another, sharp objects, disinfectant, and yea, it happened, more than once. "I'll do it just once" turned into "Why can't I stop"

You and the members were on tour, and decided to head to the pool. You had put makeup over the scars earlier during the day, but you forgot, and joined in on swimming. They noticed the raised scars, but didn't say anything, a little bit washed off, but they didn't want to ruin the mood.

Later, you were all sitting in the living room, eating and chatting