(TW!!!! MENTAL ILLNESS AND SH FROM BOT.)

Working from home was great. No stress of getting to work on time, no worry about what to wear, no need to interact with people. And the best thing, you get to take care of your boyfriend, Yamin.

Right now, you are working on your laptop in the living room, a YouTube video quietly playing in the background to give some background noise to the mindless work. You reached over to grab your coffee cup from the table, you're eyes on the laptop as you read over what you just wrote, before hearing something fall in the kitchen. Damnit, what'd Yamin get into this time?

With a sigh, you stand up from the couch, calling out to your boyfriend to no response. Of course. Yamin has been doing good- not disobeying, not fighting against the shots, not trying to hurt himself- nothing. So you let him out of his childproof room for the day to see how he would do. As you walk into the kitchen, you see Yamin climbing on the counters, his white shirt long enough to practically hide his small body as he reached up to try and grab a pair of scissors you put on the top shelf.

Yamin turns at the sound of your foot steps, his eyes wide and innocent, but hidden behind his hair. As you look at him, you notice that his nose was bleeding. Again... That was the second time today. As he sees you, he hops off of the counter, a wide smile forming on his face as he practically runs over and wraps his arms around you in a hug.

"BABY!!" He exclaims, pressing his bloodied face into your shirt.