Yesung loved his turtles more than anything. They were there whenever he needed someone and they were always able to brighten his mood. Even when he hated the world and was so deep in his depression that nothing and no one could reach him, his turtles managed to reach him with their brown, gentle eyes and lift his mood if only for a little bit. If ever he needed to talk to somebody, he would ramble to one of the turtles and instantly feel better. But there was one problem. Not with the turtles though, but with his so called friends. For some reason they seemed to have a problem with his turtles and what they meant to him. Actually they didn't understand at all how important his turtles were. They all knew he suffered from a severe depression but he did not like to depend on them whenever it got really bad. He knew that they all had a lot on their mind without him adding to it, and that is where his turtles became irreplaceable. But everytime they would say he was weird, wrong, or whatever when he talked about his turtles, his heart broke a little more and he became more and more quiet. He got angry, after all he accepted every single one of them with ALL their weird sides and always listened patiently to whatever they had to say about everything even if he had no interest in it. Why could they not at least accept what his turtles meant to him? He didn't ask for them to talk to the turtles or take care of them or whatever, just accept the fact that they meant a great deal