Jaehyun locked the door as he came into his room and sat down on his bed, placing his head in his hands. He let out a sigh, knowing that Taeyong wouldn't be home for hours. He had time to himself, and he hated it. He couldn't deal with having time alone.

Jaehyun heard the clock on the wall tick, feeling the seconds drag by excruciatingly slow. He couldn't handle it anymore. He felt a choked sob come out, unable to hold it back. As he tried to get a handle on his emotions, Jaehyun knew he was falling deeper and deeper into a place where he only fell while he was left alone.

He let out another sob, allowing the tears to stream down his face. He silently wished he had taken up Taeyong’s offer to go out for the night. But that was another thing that Jaehyun added onto the neverending list of things that he thought he did wrong. Along with never communicating right with his roommate, letting himself fall into such a state of depression, and a slew of other things that he could hardly list now.

Jaehyun curled up on his bed, thinking about the fact that he locked his door. He could do anything, he thought, and even if Taeyong came back, the older boy couldn't do anything.

He glanced through tear-soaked lashes over to his dresser, his long-forgotten antidepressants seemingly teasing him. “Take us and you'll be free of your pain. Empty the bottle, Jaehyun, take all of us, and you won't have to feel like this ever again.”

Jaehyun’s mind was racing, slowly convincing him that Taeyong only roomed with him because he had money; because he paid for most of the rent and the other things that they had acquired in their shared household over the years. Jaehyun couldn't take it anymore.

He shakily stood up, slowly making his way over to his dresser, the antidepressants still mocking him from inside their orange-tinted prison. “Take us all, Jaehyun, no one will care.” He let out shaky sobs as unsteady hands reached out for the bottle.

The top of it was quickly removed, not giving the boy time to think about what he was going to do. Jaehyun poured the whole contents of the bottle into his shaking hand. He closed his eyes, quickly moving his hand up to his mouth and ingesting the medication, nearly choking on the amount.

This effects of the pills soon washed over Jaehyun, and he felt himself go dizzy as his knees gave out. He found himself on the floor, his back up against the dresser drawers. His vision soon went fuzzy, the world around him becoming disoriented.

“I'm sorry, Taeyong” were the last words out of Jaehyun’s mouth before he lost consciousness. The boy's body fell to the side, now sprawled out on the floor. The medication bottle fell from it's unsteady perch on the dresser, falling beside Jaehyun’s still figure.

Taeyong came home less than half an hour later. He was greeted with silence, except for the ticking of the clock in the hallway. He called out an unsteady “Jaehyun?”

When greeted with silence, he went to go search for his normally boisterous roommate. Taeyong immediately went up to his room, knocking on the locked door. He was yet again greeted with an uncomfortable silence, so he went to grab the key to Jaehyun’s room that he had taken so long ago.

Taeyong stuck the key in the lock and turned until it clicked, feeling a sudden sense of dread with not hearing the usual sound of disagreement. He opened the door and his heart caught in his throat at the sight of an unmoving figure on the floor.

He quickly moved next to the body, feeling it for a pulse. It was faint, so very faint, but it was there. He grappled with his thoughts as he desperately took out his phone, calling 911 as fast as he could and relaying all the information that he could.

Taeyong clung onto Jaehyun’s still body until paramedics got there, watching them try to save his roommate's life. He followed them into the ambulance as they took Jaehyun to the hospital. One of his hands was digging his own nails into his palm, and the other was holding onto Jaehyun’s hand, trying to keep himself grounded.

They were soon at the hospital, the doctors and nurses quickly taking Jaehyun into a room as Taeyong was left out in the waiting room. He slowly sat down in a chair, feeling his stomach drop.

He looked around, seeing a blond haired boy sitting down as well. He figured that he was also waiting for someone, and took the effort to give a half-hearted smile at the boy. He must've taken it as an invitation to come and join Taeyong, which had not intended it as so but accepted it.

The boy introduced himself as Chenle, with an awkwardly cheerful voice for being in such a depressing environment. “I'm here for my best friend, he's getting his tonsils out, then I'm taking him out for ice cream!”

Taeyong let out a slight smile, then frowned as Chenle asked him why he was here. He explained the whole situation, and Chenle’s smile fell from his face.

“I'm so sorry… I hope everything goes well, Taeyong.” Chenle said. He tried distracting Taeyong, and more than an hour passed before a man came out.

“Is anyone here for a ‘Jung Jaehyun’?” Taeyong shot out of his seat, responding with an urgent answer and an unending list of questions, “I am. How is he? Is he okay? What did you do? Where is-”

And with that, the man in scrubs cut Taeyong off. He beckoned with his finger for Taeyong to join him as they walked away from Chenle.

The man answered the questions that he could before Taeyong could continue to badger him for answers. “He's in the ICU. He had to have his stomach pumped. He overdosed on what seems to be anti-depressants. He's in stable condition, but he can't have visitors yet because he's still drugged from the operation.”

Taeyong’s head fell at the last sentence, glad that his roommate was okay but disappointed that he couldn't see him until later. He nodded in acknowledgement, thinking about Jaehyun.

The man in scrubs assured the nervous and worried boy with a “Don't worry, he should be conscious enough to talk tomorrow, so you can come visit him then?” Taeyong nodded, faintly smiling at the notion of knowing he could talk to Jaehyun again.

The man in scrubs slowly brought a hand up to rest it on Taeyong’s shoulder, attempting to reassure the shaken boy. “I'm know he'll be okay. He seems like a strong one. He'll be okay, Taeyong. I bet there's a guardian angel watching out for him.”

Taeyong let his smile grow a little wider, looking down at the man's scrubs for the first time. He had a name tag that said ‘Sicheng’ and a little pin with angel wings on it attached right next to his name.

The man, Sicheng, reassured Taeyong one last time by lightly rubbing his shoulder before walking away. Taeyong went to go sit back down next to his newfound friend, relaying what Sicheng had said to Chenle.

Chenle smiled, pulling Taeyong in for a hug and adding on a “I'm so happy for you that he's okay!” Taeyong ley himself cry for the first time that night, letting out all of the pain from finding Jaehyun to the happiness of finding out that he was okay.

Taeyong soon watched Chenle leave, as the blond met who he called Jisung. Taeyong smiled, happy that their day was going okay.

The boy soon felt tired, the sleepiness hitting him like an oncoming truck. He curled up in the chair, trying to get as comfortable as he could in a hospital chair. He closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him, knowing that in the morning, he could finally talk to Jaehyun.