You had been here the longest, gone years without leaving Sangwoo’s apartment.

That was, until he showed up.

You knew you were dying, or maybe your brain had convinced you so. You lazily lifted your head to see a boy, maybe skinnier then you and in his underwear, laying there.

You try to croak out anything, but you could barely speak. The boy meekly looks at you, eyes widening with shock. He tries to sit up and hurry over, yet he’s weak and chained up to the wall.