“5 minute break. Drink some water, eat some sweets, boys you need to get your blood sugar and energy level back up. You look like you could pass out anytime soon.” The dance trainer instructed the nine boys. They’ve been practicing for three hours straight, without any food in their system, trying to memorize and perfect the new choreography. “Excuse me,” a knock on the door was heard, “can I please see Kim Rowoon?” A middle-aged woman came in asking for him. “Yes?” He stood up and made his way outside, closing the door behind up. “So you’re the one Kiyoko has been talking about, huh.” She scanned him up and down. “Kiyoko? Where is she? Do you know where she is?” Rowoon started shooting out questions upon hearing the name of the girl he’s been looking for for the past two weeks. “Yes,” she smiled at him, “I’m Doctor Shim, Kiyoko’s psychiatrist.” “Psychiatrist?” He repeated the word. “Yes, psychiatrist. Kiyoko’s been… unstable lately..’ Doctor Shim started. “Where is she?” Rowoon asked, eager to know where she was. “She was admitted to the International Psychiatric Centre at the National Hospital of Seoul.” Doctor Shim cleared up. “Psychiatric Centre? What happened to her?” He asked the older lady. “It’s a very long story.” She said. “I know, I heard.” He replied. “She’s told you about it?” Doctor Shim raised her eyebrows at his statement. “No, she never got around to before she disappeared.” Rowoon shrugged. “Come, I’ll bring you to her.” She ushered for him to follow her. “What significant role do I actually play here?” Rowoon asked as they made their way back to her car. “You… you’ve just been really good for her. In that short amount of time you’ve known each other, I saw improvements. Believe me, Kiyoko needs you a lot more than she lets on.” Doctor Shim told him. After a moment of silence Doctor Shim spoke up, “Kiyoko suffers a lot more than you think.” “How so?” He asked. “I’ve been her psychiatrist for the past three years, I even moved here along with her from Tokyo. That’s how much I want to help her, since nobody can, or so I thought.” Rowoon just kept silent. “Her addiction to cigarettes and her need to drink, it’s all a façade. She just wants to hurt herself, slowly and at her own pace.” She continued. “And why is that?” He turned to her. “Because she needs something to make her feel alive, and by doing that, she first needs to feel the pain. I know that sounds absurd bu