Sunggyu opened his eyes. There was no light. Only darkness. When it became night, he didn't know. All he just knew was that he felt asleep feeling his body incredibly heavy, more than usual. As he got up from the floor, he couldn't help but feel like he was about to throw up. He was so nauseous that he was sure he wouldn't be able to walk towards his bathroom to clean up his hand. The bleeding had stopped, finally. He knew that the reason why he was feeling so weak the fact he didn't took care of his own injury, but he didn't cared at that point. He couldn't feel a thing. With the amount of blood he lost he should feel something, but no. He couldn't even feel pain.

Each step he took, was more painful than the other before. He didn't even knew his bathroom was so far away. It always seemed so close. His floor was now with a small trail of blood drops, his scares were burning and he could hardly open his eyes. The steps weren't nothing more than agony and he could swear he was going to die if he didn't do anything before it was too late. He was walking like a zombie. His vision was blurry and he couldn't stand any longer on his feet. He had to do something before he dropped dead o the floor. But he had to admit, it didn't sounded that bad. At least, that burning feeling inside.

He was feeling like he was about to fall. Like he was about to fall to his own death. He was starting to believe there was no point on fighting it anymore. Why would he? He was in such a state of depression that he didn't felt like he was worthy living anymore. When he was ready to kneel on the floor, and allow his body to give in, he heard the door bell. Twice in one day. That was definitely something to worry about. He had no idea that if it was real or if it was jut his imagination, but when it rang again, all he could do was try to move, just a little bit. He wasn't that far away, he could do it. He knew he could.

Each step was another ring. Whoever who was there, was a very insisting person and wouldn't give up ringing until someone opened the door. It seemed the more he walked, the farthest the door got. He knew it was his mind playing tricks on him, but when he tried to reach for the door, it seemed like his hand failed him and he almost felt. He had been weak, he was weak, but not like this. He never imagined he could be like this.

As a miracle, he opened the door, but still managed to hide behind it, not allowing the person to see his pitiful state. “Yes?” he managed to ask, his voice not failing him and without sounding weak at all. “Hi Kim Sunggyu!” It wasn't possible. It couldn't be. He moved a little, allowing his eyes to be seen and he almost screamed in panic. What was that man doing there? Was he there to make things even worst for him? Why was he there? Couldn't he just leave him all alone? “I brought you some chicken soup since you're sick! My mom always told me it was good for people with colds. A nice restaurant had it so I brought it for you!” Sunggyu couldn't help but bite his lower lips. What was happening? Why was this man being so nice? They didn't even knew each other. This man had no idea of what...of what Sunggyu was, how he looked. For all that man knew, he was a serial killer, trying to hide from everyone.

“It's not very hot now but I still hope you like it and while you eat we could hang out because I'm really bored and I've nothing to...” Nam Woohyun stopped talking and that made Sunggyu almost jump. Why had he stopped talking? Has he seen his face? No, it was impossible. The only thing visible were his eyes. And his apartment was dark and it was night. There was no light, it was impossible for the man to see anything at all. “What happened to your arm? Why is it bleeding so much?” He looked down to his own hand and the first reaction he had was to pull his sleeve down to cover the whole thing, not allowing his landlord to see a thing. “You're bleeding too much! You need to clean your hand! It can be dangerous!” as Nam Woohyun talked, he barged in the apartment, not even asking if he could come in or not. He just walked in, like it was his own house, dropped the soup on the floor and grabbed Sunggyu's injured hand as lightly as he could. “Don't!”

He pulled away and the other man looked surprised. He never someone react like that at such a simple touch, but instead of wondering what could be, he just ignored the small freak out the other man had grabbed the injured hand again and went running towards the bathroom. Sunggyu tried to fight back, he tried to pull away but Nam Woohyun was too strong for him or maybe he was just so weak he couldn't fight such a hold. But he couldn't help but notice it was the first time in years someone actually touched him. He even forgot how it was the feel of skin on skin. Even if it was just hands, it felt like something completely different from what he could remember.

“How can you even live in such a dark place? I can't see a thing!” As Nam Woohyun was getting ready to turn on the light, Sunggyu felt his heart breaking a little too fast to normal, so he grabbed the other man's arm with his free hand. He started shacking, he was about to enter panic, and the other man couldn't help but wonder what was happening. “Don't...please...” Was all he could say. Nam Woohyun just stood there looking to him and didn't said a word. Instead, he grabbed the good hand and dragged the injured man to the bathroom. There he would have at least a little bit of light and would be able to see at least what he should clean and what he shouldn't touch.

Sunggyu on the other hand had no idea what was happening. He was sure he was starting to have illusions because of the blood loss. He didn't know what else could explain it. What else could explain the fact someone was touching him in such a gentle, soft way? There was no explanation. Not at all. “Sit!” Nam Woohyun said as he made Sunggyu sit next to the bathtub. He didn't wanted Sunggyu to pass out or something. “Sit. We have to clean your hand!” Sunggyu just didn't know what happened to him, but he did as he was told. He seat and he saw the other man grab a towel and getting it wet for a little. Not saying anything, the weird, strangely talkative Nam Woohyun sat next to him and started cleaning his hand. He didn't know how to react, he didn't know what to think. All he did was stay there and allow the other man to clean the dry blood and he couldn't help to notice how gentle the man was being.

“Why?” He asked and the man on the floor smiled a little, not taking his eyes of the injury. “I was taught to always help people.” Sunggyu was still not satisfied with the answer. He grabbed his hood and tried his best to hide his face even more, not wanting Nam Woohyun to see his face. There was a small light on the bathroom, but it would be enough for the other to see his scared face. “I don't know why I do the things I do, but I like to do them!” Nam Woohyun sounded happy as he said it. He continued cleaning and Sunggyu closed his eyes for a couple of moments, still holding the hood so he could cover his cheek. He allowed himself to fall in the sensations. He allowed himself to fall into the deep burning pain inside his heart. He allowed his emotions to take the best of him.

Tears started running down his cheeks and he didn't even noticed the man stopping his job. He just continued crying, sobbing and didn't even realized the other man was staring at him with worried eyes. But when he felt a soft touch on his uncovered cheek, all he could think was that Nam Woohyun would say he was completely disfigured and that he felt sorry for him. He closed his eyes even tighter, but when the words didn't came, he waited. And waited. He found it rather strange, but then he felt the other man caress his cheek, cleaning his tears, he couldn't help but think this was all part of a big joke that the other man was pulling. He held his hood closer to his other cheek, not allowing Nam Woohyun to see a thing. “Don't cry...please...”

Sunggyu cried even harder. Those simple words made him cry even harder. He bent down his head, like he was going to bow to someone, to the man in front of him. He placed his free arm around his head and continued sobbing, like the world was about to end. “I don't know how you injured yourself...but can I help you...get better?” It was a lie and Sunggyu knew. No matter how dark it was, anyone could see the broken mirror pieces on the floor and they could see the small blood pool next to them. Nam Woohyun was just probably saying that so he wouldn't feel even worst, but that thing wasn't possible either. The man on the floor moved a little closer and continued caressing his cheek. Sunggyu looked up just for a moment. It was all it took for him to feel Nam Woohyun incredibly close. The man's hot breath was against his good cheek, like he called and his nose was brushing his skin. Sunggyu was about to pull away in full strength, enough to make the other man fall, but then, Nam Woohyun spoke and all the defense mechanisms the injured man had...vanished in thin air. “You're beautiful....”