Hoseok often claimed he didn’t know how it started, letting anyone who knew about it assume he was simply a sugar addict. Maybe he was addicted, just as addicted as the ill-tempered boy smoking his lungs black outside their motel room—Hoseok would never admit that, though. He wasn’t destructive like Yoongi, fire and smoke loving Yoongi. He just likes his chocolate, that’s all.

He hated her, because she was available to hate. He hated her, because she wouldn’t go away. He hated her, because she was strong enough to handle him. He hated her, because she became his every thought, was behind his every action, and stole the last bit of love he still held within his dying heart.

Where poor me gets dragged in stupid relationships and father-attention-deprived people's issues while I have to cope with my own problems. Which no one finds interest in cause they're self-centred idiots. Welcome to the awesomely world of Cho Kyuhyun, a self-proclaimed genius, who's life gets turned upside down more than once.

Jeonghan has depression. Seungcheol doesn't make it better.