lately, bangchan sensed some unusual behaviour in his room mate. they have been staying in their room, isolated for hours. and even if were to go out, they'd come back at an unusually late time. and whenever bangchan would check on them, he'd hear muffled sobs.

in the morning, he noticed their door slightly ajar. he decided to peak in - and to his horror? cigar ash, knives, drugs, etc. looks like they weren't so slick after all, right? his heart shattered at the sight of them looking so.. helpless. why didn't they say anything? they knew that they could talk to him about anything - drug abuse, self-harm.. what was going on?

he walked over to their bed, admiring their soft features. the substances didn't get into your appearances, yet. bangchan knew he HAD to figure a way to help them.

then, he smelled alcohol. his eyes widen as stood up and walked to their desk. the content wasn't water, no. it was vodka. he knew that they didn't have a thing for drinking, and they made a promise that even if they did - they wouldn't overdose. 'empty promises..' , bangchan thought.

he sighed, setting down the glass back on the desk. he lifted their blankets up for a bit, dried up blood was all over the sheets. that's why they at least had 5 layers of coverage to cover up the scene, right? suddenly, he felt his eyes widen once again as they fluttered their eyes open slowly. blinking a numerous amount of times, they then saw bangchan at the scene, looking.. well, rather frozen.