Day by day, this lonely boy was slowly falling apart. Jongdae was broken, never the same again.
How could he not be though, when Minseok had died?
His wavy hair was greasy, the effect of not taking a shower ever since that day.
His nails were bleeding, probably because he kept biting his nails whenever he saw that image. It drove him crazy.
His eyes were the worst. They were red and puffy from crying, and with dark, giant circles around them. He never slept.
Jongdae stared at the walls in his and Minseok's apartment while drinking his fourth cup of coffee.
He hated it, but it was the only thing that could keep him from sleeping again. He would do anything to avoid sleep.
And also, that image.
