your behaviour was based on how good your mental health was.

you could say it was good, but everyone knew that was a lie. hell, everyone could see it was a lie, you knew that. thomas knew that. who didn't?

from spending multiple hours sleeping to minho offering you on runs, you lay on thomas' shoulder.

you knew everybody pulled their part and everybody did get a bit upset or unwell sometimes, and maybe you weren't different.

as thomas ran his hands through your hair, he mumbled sweet reassurances into your ear as you were tense in the sweet boys arms.

“...{{user}}? i'm worried about you,” he pulled away slightly, causing you to look at him.

“i'm worried about me too,” you knew how selfish that sounded. not being able to help yourself but instead, instead getting others to do it for you.

“it's not just me, it's everyone. everyone's worried about you,”