Sangyeon took a drag from his cigarette then slowly exhaled. This was his life now. He was a failed artist, fired from his 5th job and currently living with his sister. She wasn't doing well financially either, but he helped around the house in exchange. "Raining again huh..." He scoffed then put out his cigarette. Just looking at the rain had made him lose interest in it. "Sang, I'm going out." "Don't get killed." That was how their conversations usually went, wishing the other to stay alive. He slowly got up from his seat by the window then wandered into the kitchen. He peered into the sink and saw that quite a few dishes needed to be cleaned.

As he finished washing the plate, he picked up the knife that had been glaring at him ever since he peered into the sink. He turned it around in his hands, thinking of all the uses a knife had. "No one else is around..." He held back his emotions as he ever so nicely dug the tip of the knife into his fingertip. It felt good to him, so much that he didn't want to stop there. "I could just cut here, and we'll both be happy. She won't have to care for her dead beat brother anymore. She can finally find someone to settle down with and have a family..." He now dug the knife into the palm of his hand and watched as blood flowed into the sink.

Sangyeon had sunk to the floor in tears as the pain was kicking in and hopelessness filled his mind. He couldn't stop even if he wanted to. It wasn't like a light switch that you could turn on and off. Sangyeon watched as blood gathered into a pool on the floor. "I can't do this anymore." The sound of quick footsteps were heard and the lower region of a person was seen. They kneeled by Sangyeon and assessed the situation. "Sangyeon, you need to get help. I'm taking you after a little outing today. You can't continue on like this..." Sangyeon was unresponsive as his mind was filled with nothing but negative talk.

"You should've listened to your mother when she said being an artist was a waste of time." "You can't do anything right. That's why you're like this." "Why would they keep an idiot employed? An animal can do better than you." "You'll never amount to anything." "Just die you-"

"Sangyeon!" He had come back to his senses and saw that there were more scratches on his arm, some bleeding. "Chanhee...When did you get here..." "That doesn't matter. Hold still and stay awake." Sangyeon winced as Chanhee disinfected Sangyeon's cuts. "We're going out today. No ifs, ands, or buts." Sangyeon remained unresponsive as he had to focus all his energy on staying awake. After the disinfection, Chanhee ushered him into the bathroom and proceeded to treat Sangyeon like a child. "My, it was supposed to rain all day today. Guess we lucked out huh?" "Yeah..." Chanhee rinsed Sangyeon off then ruffled his hair. "We'll have fun today."

Chanhee locked the door then held Sangyeon's hand tightly. They headed downtown where all the hustle and bustle was. "I was sure it was around here..." Sangyeon looked around at the all too familiar scenery. It looked no different, yet it appeared that way. He heard the faint sound of music playing and wondered where it was coming from. Sangyeon detached himself from an oblivious Chanhee and followed the sound. He heard the music progressively getting louder and knew he was heading in the right direction. He stopped at a wide open area and saw that the music was coming from a speaker that sat atop a black backpack. No one was around and could easily steal it.

He noticed someone had walked over then kneeled down beside the objects. A few more people had stopped to see what was going on as the music changed from soft to something that had a club vibe. "Hello! My name is Ji Changmin and I'll be performing well known dances of songs by your favorite artists. So, go on and shout a few suggestions!" Sangyeon couldn't believe what he was seeing. The man before him seemed bold, daring even as he clearly knew he had only so many watchers. "BTS Boy In Luv!" "No, The Boyz Boy!" "Do Twice Cheer Up!" "I'll do all of them. Any others?" Sangyeon quietly debated on whether or not to join in. "Don't Let Me Down The Chainsmokers." Everyone glanced at Sangyeon, even Changmin.

"You're the first." Changmin approached Sangyeon with a twisted smile. It didn't contain any evil intentions, but the sight of it alone was unnerving. "If it's hardcore you want, I'll deliver." Changmin looked him up and down, wondering why he's never seen this man before. He poked Sangyeon's chest the bounced over back to his speaker. The music changed to Sangyeon's suggestion and Changmin briefly glanced at the somewhat shaky man. "Enjoy." Sangyeon felt he had specifically said that to him and wondered if it was a challenge accepted kind of thing.

Sangyeon was spellbound. He had never seen someone dance with such passion and life. It slightly elevated his mood. He wanted to see more, but Changmin looked worked to the fiber of his bone. What also surprised him is that Changmin never asked for money, but ended up with bills and change anyway. Sangyeon walked over to him as he was kneeling on one knee while zipping his backpack closed. "How much did they give you?" "Oh, ₩17,614. I got tired of telling them to take their money back and then refusing to do so. So I just accept it and move on." Changmin was surprised that the man had actually come over to talk to him. From the way he looked, he didn't seem at all pleased with anything.

"What's your name?" "Sangyeon." "Nice to meet you. You already know me, so we can skip that. Hope to see you around more." Changmin in actuality didn't want to see him again. After hearing Sangyeon's suggestion worried him about future performances. He could only do so much and Sangyeon's suggestion had taken half of what he had. He quickly slung his backpack over his shoulder and waved to the regulars. He felt his mood slowly go down with every step he took. "I guess I need more." He hurried home before anything else could transpire. He tossed his bag onto the couch as he hurried through the front door, not bothering to lock it.