WONTAEK DRABBLES.

(34) Sane Love. (Request)

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"You need help..." Hakyeon repeatedly stated, watching his friend drown himself in alcohol, playing with the straw in his own luminous colored drink.

He watched Wonshik slowly crumble apart, cheeks flushed pink from the influence of alcohol and hair disheveled. Lines of red were visible on his wrist, wrapping around his wrist almost horrifyingly. The cuts weren't deep, but they glowed a fiery shade of red.

"Shut up, 'm fine..." Wonshik slurred, downing his fourth of fifth glass of the bitter, clear liquid, the burning sensation long forgotten.

Hakyeon huffed and took the half empty bottle away, eliciting a whine of complain from Wonshik.

"You're clearly not! Why can't you see that I'm trying to help you?!" The older yelled in frustration, startling the other.

"It's been two months, Wonshik, two months, and you are acting like it was yesterday! It's done! Jaehwan is gone, just accept it! You have cuts on your wrist and you're drowning in alcohol!" Hakyeon continued, tears already welling in his eyes.

He couldn't stand it. His dongsaeng, the person he cared for very dearly like a younger brother, was crumbling to pieces all because of one person.

All because of those three words of hate; "Let's break up..." Wonshik's entire world was burned down. His entire meaning for life crumbled to ashes in front of his eyes. He hated those words. He despised it with a burning passion.

"You don't understand!.." Wonshik shouted back, unexpectedly raising his voice at the other.

He didn't expect his hyung to grab his collar and pull him to face him, glaring into his soul. He felt a little frightened because Hakyeon never got angry easily. But he knew that when Hakyeon did get mad, it was never without reason.

The burn in his hyung's eyes were filled with sorrow and frustration, fueling his flames of anger.

"Maybe I don't..." Hakyeon started, forcing the words through gritted teeth, "but what i know is that you are wasting your life away when you know the consequences.." He continued, loosening the tight grip he had on Wonshik's collar, the fabric now crumpled.

"I... I'm sorry...." The younger apologized, realizing his mistake.

His mind cleared and he understood that he was being reckless and doing idiotic things knowing that it wouldn't benefit him.

Hakyeon sighed, exhaling shakily before collapsing back onto his seat.

"I know a friend of mine who is a psychiatrist. He can help, trust me.." Hakyeon suggested, looking up at Wonshik.

The younger was a little hesitant but he realized that without help he won't be able to get anywhere so he swallowed his pride and nodded in agreement.

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Which is how Wonshik found himself sitting on a cold metal chair in front of the reception, waiting for his appointment which was set up by Hakyeon.

He thought how ironic it was but he shook that thought away. If he wanted to recover completely it can't be just physically but also mentally.

"Mr. Kim Wonshik?..." A voice called out questioningly.

Wonshik raised his hand and stood up in response.
"That's me.."

The male nurse smiled at the other, eyes skimming through his clipboard.