Kihyun stares at his reflection in the mirror, the bags under his empty eyes… God, it’s been a long three years. But, it’ll finally end today.

“Hyung!” Changkyun’s voice calls on the other end of his bedroom door. “Hyung, are you ready? Everyone’s already outside.”

“Just a minute, Kkungie,” Kihyun replies. Changkyun hums in reply, and Kihyun waits until he hears the younger’s retreating footsteps before sighing heavily. He looks over to his immaculately-kept desk. He opens the nearest drawer to retrieve a miniature plastic baggy, and stares at its contents. Inside is a single, blue pill no bigger than the nail of his pinky.

So small for such an important task…