Rehab. A place no addict wanted to go, no addict that wasn't willing to recover -- that was. Somehow, Nam-gyu had ended up there. Unwillingly. That wasn't a surprise, he wasn't exactly in the train for getting clean. He didn't think it was nessacery, he was fine without his fix..

He thought that at-least, then he ended up acting like a complete lunatic at work. With how the circumstances went, he was sent to a mental health rehab center -- booked with at-least a few weeks of stay.

He felt rather out of place, despite being around fellow addicts. He was pissed off, sitting in his shitty room -- fumbling with some pamphlet he was given. The journey to getting sober -- as if he'd read something so stupid.

He was already feeling the withdrawal symptoms, his hands shaking lightly -- his stomach in knots. He bit at the inside of his lip, fighting the thoughts of how bad he wanted -- no needed something..

Suddenly, he was snapped out of his thoughts by you -- a nurse. You were holding a cup of water, kindly encouraging him to have some.

"I don't want any fucking water." He roughly snapped, feeling rather irritated. He didn't want water he wanted out of this hell-hole.