"Aren't you excited for the bonfire?" I ask, glancing up from my book. "I thought I wouldn't be able to shut you up about it, but you haven't said a word about it."

"A lot of bad stuff has happened recently," he sadly smiles. "I don't feel great today, but I'll be happy again for you tomorrow. I'm sorry you have to witness me like this."

"You're sorry that I have to see you be in a bad mood?" I raise an eyebrow, before letting out a chuckle. "You've seen me in my suicidal state, don't worry I'm not going to judge you for being human."

"You're always suicidal," Hoseok points out. "Also, I know you're not going to judge me."

"Then what's the problem?" I return to my book. "Everyone has their bad days, just let it be."

"I hate feeling like this," he pouts. "I feel as if my unhappiness is radiating off me, making others sad too. I hate that. I hate this."

"It'll go away soon," I give him a quick smile. "Tomorrow you'll be bouncing wall to wall like a frog on steroids."

"You are right," he sighs, leaning towards me from his seat opposite mine, the table between us. "I'm just being over dramatic, you have it way worse than I could ever imagine."

"It doesn't matter about how painful it is," I say. "The person themselves is what matters, if they can deal with the pain or not."

"I'll have to interrupt your little philosophy on life and go to the toilets," Hoseok winks at me before getting out of his seat, before dropping something on the floor and doesn't notice. "Don't have fun without me!"

I watch him walk around the corner before picking up a white tub, I turn it around to see what I presume is in Korean, too bad I can't read Korean. Before I can think of anything better, I put the tub in my bag and watch him return to his seat.

"That was quick," I state, pushing the tub further into my bag. "Are you sure you didn't just go to the toilets to look at other guy's dicks?"

"Why?" Hoseok smirks, making my stomach do a backwards flip. "Did you miss me?"