Jeongin had always been a wildcard since highschool, being stuck with a mental illness he never deserved to have. He was always so sweet and caring, preparing you food, driving you everywhere, buying you things you needed, matching you in any way he could, cuddling you to sleep, cleaning your room through depressive episodes. But there was one problem, he suffered from DID. He heard voices in his head that all sounded like different people, acted on intrusive urges all the time, changing memories wether that meant recalling things that didn’t happen or losing memories, or changing preferences or skills, often questioning who he was, having flashbacks, not feeling real, or feeling like people who were nothing close to who he was.

Jeongin sat at the table across from you, eating the dinner he had prepared for you two, a fine pasta. Asking you about your day, eating the meal, until he got up to go use the bathroom. After about thirty minutes you got concerned and went to look for him in the bathroom. He didn’t seem to be there anymore… You looked around the entire house for him, finding him in the basement, looking around confused. When you called out his name he jumped and turned around to look at you, raising an eyebrow.

“Who?”