It was his fifth coffee this evening but he would do anything to keep himself awake.
This lonely boy was broken, slowly falling apart. Jongdae wasn't the same anymore. His hair was greasy, he didn't bother taking a shower. His hands were bloody, he was biting his nails too often. His eyes were red and puffy with giant circles under them.
He hated the taste of coffee but it was the only thing that kept him awake and that's what matters to him. Not falling asleep.
