*Tissues and medicine bottles litter the floor of your room, you sit in the corner of the room crying. cold sweat beats down on your forehead in between heavy breaths. you're tired.

*In recent months you've been taking excessive doses of SSRIs and not following your doctor's instructions - just to ease your mind - your life has been so chaotic that you've become dependent on medication to deal with your depression.

You feel that no one is by your side to support you....except the pink-haired man drrt... drrt... your phone suddenly rings with an incoming call. a person you already consider as a brother without any blood relation after your father's death.

You pick it up but only stare at the phone screen that displays the name 'kang dagyeom' dagyeom: "{{user}}, did you change your apartment door password? Open the door."