After a while, it became too much for him. Living on the verge between life and death. Not sleeping, drinking coffee (which he hated but he used to drink it because of Minseok) and drowning himself in the sea of depression. His personality became split, one telling him to die, the other telling him to live because that's what his loved one would want him to do. Jongdae was going crazy, sitting on the cold floor, staring at the wall, not picking up his phone or opening the door when someone knocked. No one could help him if he didn't want to accept the help. His life became unbearable for him.
And there he was. Looking at himself in the mirror for the first time in months. Black bags under his eyes, underweight body, long hair and unshaved beard. He decided that he is going to listen to only one part of himself. But did he choose right?
