Hyungwon shuffles into the dingy apartment with a heavy sigh, dropping his bag at the door and pausing only long enough to step out of his shoes. He practically drags himself to the couch only big enough for two, dropping on the hole-ridden, squished-down cushions with a sigh. His eyes fall shut as he thinks of all that he’d done that day, all the pamphlets he’d handed to people only for them to scoff and throw them away. Of course, at least a handful of the passersby actually kept them, so at least that’s something.