The Second Chance of A Suicidal Idol

Roomies (7)

Joon-woo could hear the banter from outside the small bathroom.

"–was just in the hallway?" Jung Hyun-Ok asked, voice low.

"Yeah– he was shaking just against the wall." Ryeo Hyun replied.

"Oh no– and there was no one, no staff, no team nearby?"

Ryeo Hyun sighed, "I mean– he was muttering something. But he was half delusional."

Joon-woo overheard his roommates with his ear pressed against the bathroom door. He hadn't cried, thank god. But still, concern would attack him full force. He had splashed his face with cold water, and had sat for a few minutes in the small camera-less cramped bathroom. He had avoided the mirror like a hawk, he had learned his lesson already.

And his wrist. Now that he was levelheaded, he had actually gotten a good look at it. And damn, how hard did Rank want to restrain him? His wrist was already purple and noticeably so.

"Do all your teammates have the urge to physically assault you?" Kite, who Joon-woo had kinda forgotten about, spoke up.

Joon-woo chuckled, "I guess so."

"You'd probably make more money through a settlement than this show at this point." Kite continued, as if satisfied with his accomplishment of making Joon-woo laugh.

"Mm, maybe." Joon-woo listlessly replied, feeling a bit numb.

He turned his focus to his roommate's words. He was faced with the continuation of words from Ryeo Hyun, " I think that his wrist–" He began, a bit cautious to reveal.

Joon-woo quickly turned the knob his hand had been listlessly placed against . He didn't want them to know that and Ryeo Hyun was already enough, always catching Joon-woo when he was at his very worst.

He pushed open the door, ultimately stopping Ryeo Hyun from finishing his sentence. Joon-woo stuffed his hands and ultimately his wrists in his hoodie pocket. He looked at his group of roommates, his expression knowingly hardened.

Bo Jaesang immediately opened his mouth upon seeing Joon-woo, "What– happened?" He asked, cautiously tilting his head as if curious.

Joon-woo hadn't thought that part out. What he was gonna say, how he was gonna explain himself. He looked to the ground and gulped.

"I don't– I don't– Um..." Joon-woo began, confused, confused and being pierced by concerned gazes.

"Was it your trainer? A staff?" Bo Jaesang began to list, being shut up by Ryeo Hyun.

Joon-woo didn't reply. If he said it was his team, he knew that his roommates wouldn't take it lightly. And more tension, more violence would build. And Joon-woo would be in the middle of it all.

After a few moments of silence, Ryeo Hyun sighed, placing a hand light upon Joon-woo's shoulder, but not grabbing it. Not grabbing it and Joon-woo didn't feel trapped, not stuck and in control of himself.

"You don't have to say it." Ryeo Hyun said, "Just– just rest for a little." He instructed, but his words were soft, as if a choice.

"Yes, we have to record again soon anyway." Jung Hyun-Ok agreed, finally opening his mouth after listlessly staring.

Joon-woo nodded, his mouth forced shut by his lack of words. "Yes." He said, voice small.

Jung Hyun-Ok , who stood in front of their shared bunk bed, made way for Joon-woo. Joon-woo sat on his bed, still avoiding any looks. He lied, finally slipping his wrist out of his pockets once under a thin blanket. He lightly rubbed at it, sleep overtaking him before he could even care to register its stinging.