“You deserve to be in here,” Hoseok says plainly, sitting across from Minhyuk on the bed. “I mean, just think of what you've done… You're lucky you're not rotting away in jail.”

“No,” Minhyuk murmurs, squeezing his eyes shut and curling up into the fetal position. “I didn't do anything, hyung. You're confusing me with someone else again. You always do that nowadays.”

“Minhyuk-ah…” Hoseok sighs. He sits back on his hands, one knee pulled up to his chest while his other lies against the mattress. “I'm not trying to make you feel bad, I'm just telling you how it is. First step to healing is admittance, Minmoongie.” A weak whine slips from Minhyuk's lips as he presses his face against the pillow. 

“Just get out, please,” he murmurs, voice thick with emotion. Hoseok sighs again, shaking his head as he stands from the bed, the cheap mattress creaking with the shifting of his weight. 

“You'll see it my way eventually,” he says. He then reaches over to pat Minhyuk's shoulder consolingly, and then turns to leave the room.