Sungjong POV

I was in my shared room on my bed scrolling through wiebo and other social medias when I looked up. My eyes landed on the large stuffed bear that I usually took my frustrations out on. I frowned. It's been quite a while since I've been upset enough to beat the poor bear. Now that I think about it, I haven't talked to Sunggyu hyung for a couple of days. He hasn't even scolded me once. I got up and ran my fingers through the soft white fur as I gnawed my lip. I honestly felt so... crushed. When had my hyung stopped paying attention? Why has he not approached me? 

What did I do to my hyung?

My lip quivered as I held back tears of fear and pain. I squeezed the toy to my chest. Mianhaeyo, Sunggyu Hyung, I'm so sorry for messing up. Please be my friend again.

Myungsoo POV

I softly closed the door to the maknae's room. I glanced over at the closed bathroom door where soft sobs were barely audible unless one held their ear to the wooden obstacle. Whatever is happening to Hyung, it's affecting the rest of us. But, I can't find it in myself to be spiteful towards Sunggyu. 

It's our fault he's like this anyways. We should feel guilty for hurting Hyung. I bowed my head in shame. My poor Hyung, he works so hard to look happy for everyone. But, I know. I know he's not well anymore. I know it's our fault. I've seen his anti-depressants that he so cleverly hides behind the toilet because he's the one that cleans it.

What can I