She was three weeks sober. And it was the fifth time going back into rehab. Her parents didn’t believe she could make it. Her brother couldn’t care less. Even Minho had little faith she could make it out this time.

She was four weeks sober. And still hating her life. She hated how she had disappointed everyone once again, how they all looked at her with despair or disgust. Pure heartache.

She was five weeks sober. And things were getting better. She didn’t feel so sick and had begun to appreciate sunlight, taking walks often. She just might make it. Maybe. 

A/N: Only fitting that my first pairing be Minho!Yoona since I shipped them so much before. But yeah such a solemn topic for the first one, forgive me!