The hope, the sunshine, the resident ball of happiness of BTS couldn't have anxiety or depression... right? Wrong. He's only human, just like the rest of us, under the pressures of being an idol and trying to live up to what everyone else wants him to be. Well... almost everyone. One person likes him just the way he is, shadows and all. ********** Okay, I'm apologizing for this in advance. It's really cheesy, really corny, and I'm typing this up at three in the morning, started writing it around five hours previous. Not necessarily trigger warnings, but there is talk of depression, anxiety, and self hate. So just a warning! This is just a one shot, honestly I just wanted something to write and this came to mind. This is mostly an attempt to get past my writers block so I can start working on other stories. Tell me what you think, and most importantly... HAPPY READING!!