Changmin opened drawers then found what he was looking for. He held the bottle in his hand and momentarily stared at it.

"You're lucky you have dancing as a talent. Otherwise you'd never be looked at." "Dancing is all you have going for you. Without it you're just garbage." "I'm surprised you even have a job. Who would want to hire a-"

Changmin wasted no time in shaking some pills into the palm of his hand and tossing them into his mouth. He drank water to help them go down then let out an exasperated sigh. "Shit, there's isn't much left..." He put his head in his hands as he couldn't get another bottle until next month. He started become lethargic and found himself collapsing onto the couch as his body felt too heavy to move to the bedroom. He fought sleep the best he could but ultimately failed in the end.

Chanhee waited in the lobby and wondered how Sangyeon was fairing with the therapist. He couldn't stand sitting, so he got up from his seat and paced around. He didn't care about the stares he was receiving as his friend's condition was more important. He paused as he saw Sangyeon walking towards the lobby from the offices down on the other end. He ran over to him and gently held his hands. "How was it? Do you think it could help?" "They don't get it." "Huh?" Sangyeon slipped his hands from Chanhee's and walked towards the exit.

"Sangyeon, tell me what happened in there...Maybe-" "There is no maybe, okay? No one understands how I feel. Telling me that harming myself is bad for me and I should stop? Gee, I never thought of it that way!" Sangyeon turned on his heel and left without Chanhee. He was appreciative of his friend trying to help, but this just wasn't the place for him. He needed something more, something or someone to show him other coping mechanisms that wouldn't be detrimental. He thought back to watching Changmin dance earlier that day and wondered if trying to learn dance would be beneficial.

Changmin awoke to a completely dark room. He groaned in pain as he head pounded and his mouth was dry. His hunger had spiked as well. He slowly walked to the kitchen then opened the refrigerator. "He didn't go shopping...wonderful." He decided on a cup of juice and waited for his roommate to come back.

As he was organizing his drawer, he heard someone complaining about the front door being open and being naturally loud. Changmin closed his drawer then walked to see what he was complaining about. "You! Why did you leave the front door open? We could've been robbed!" "Sorry. I thought you were going grocery shopping this morning while I was out?" "Oh, that." Changmin hit his arm then groaned in frustration. "Youngjae, I need food. And if I don't get any, I'll eat you instead." "You wouldn't." "Try me asshole." Youngjae could feel Changmin's overwhelming emotion and scurried out the front door.

Sangyeon looked out the window wondering what was taking his sister so long. He knew she was a party person, but she had never been out this late. He exhaled and watched as the smoke rose to the ceiling. He couldn't remember when he had started smoking, but just like his need to self harm, smoking was a need too. Both were things he couldn't just easily quit. Not that he wanted to either. They made him feel good, even if it was painful in the long run. He heard the front door open and close then heard footsteps. "You're home." "Goodnight." He didn't bother to look at her as he already knew the state she was in. A part of him wished she could get a different job, but he knew it was ultimately up to her what she wants to do.

Morning had come and Sangyeon noticed he had fallen asleep by the window. The sun's rays beamed down on him, causing him to grunt in displeasure. He got up from his seat then regretted it as he had started to feel lightheaded. He sat back down and waited for it to pass. He glanced out the window and saw the usual older woman jogging with her dog, the old man waiting st the bus stop and a young man running to catch the bus. He noticed something different as there was another young man walking carrying multiple bags and looked close to collapsing. "It's none of my business." He sighed then decided to head to the kitchen to fix hangover soup for his sister and a simple egg sandwich for himself.

Changmin opened the front door then took a few bags from Youngjae. "Took you long enough." "Would've went faster if you came." "Piss off. Had you did it when I told you, you wouldn't be in this situation." "How can you be so nasty with such a sweet face?" Changmin shrugged then started putting things away. He left a few things out to cook then checked the time. "Ah, it's almost 11..." "I'll be in the room, recuperating." "Whatever." Changmin sighed as he knew he was harsh on Youngjae. He had to be or else the kid wouldn't have any kind of discipline. His uncle decided that Youngjae needed to learn about living on his own, but decided it would be best if he stayed with him and learned adult things.

He greeted his coworkers then took his spot next to a familiar face. "You just made it." "I know..." The boss had come in and did he usual ranting before sending everyone off.

Sangyeon wandered around, wondering what to do with all of his free time. He had taken a sketchbook with him, hoping he'd get the notion to draw again. He couldn't remember the last time he had picked up a pencil or a paintbrush since that day. "Hey, do you want to eat here for today?" "I guess." Sangyeon wasn't one to care for fancy restaurants and wondered why Chanhee even bothered. He cared more about meeting Changmin again anyway. Surprisingly the wait wasn't long and they were both seated. Sangyeon looked around and wondered if they could afford anything in a place like this. "I'll pay for both of us, so don't worry." He sighed then looked around at the waiters and waitresses moving about. One particular waiter caught his eye and he suddenly felt like drawing. "You haven't touched that in years...What's captured your interest?" Sangyeon busied himself as he felt his hand gliding across the page as he perfectly captured the image of the waiter.

"We'll have the same thing. I'll have a barley tea and him water." The waitress nodded and bowed then went on her way. "May I see what you drew?" Sangyeon turned it around and held it for Chanhee to see. "Wow, if I was him, I'd feel really flattered..." He rolled his eyes as Chanhee always praised his art, even if it looked like someone had shit on it. "Chanhee, thank you. For putting up with me then and even now. Even when I feel like killing myself..." Chanhee places his hand on top of Sangyeon's then grinned. "You've done so much for me without realizing. Even then I'm doing what any sensible person would." He knew he was in good hands as long as Chanhee was around.