Taeyong looked at you with tired eyes, and you knew instantly he hadn't slept in days probably. It made your heart ache a little knowing he was torturing himself like this; but he always did. He wasn't sleeping and he wasn't eating. The depression was really getting to him lately and you watched him practically die on the inside. "You should sleep, Taeyong." You said to him calmly, hoping your soothing voice would convince him. The male rubbed his hazy eyes and forced a half-smile. "I'm fine, I promise."