Myungsoo’s mother decided that he was depressed, because he rarely left the house.

Myungsoo spent quite a lot of time thinking about death.

Depression is a side effect of dying.

So his mother decided to enroll him in a weekly Support Group in which Myungsoo thought was a stupid idea and the Support Group is a total stupid group.

He’s not depressed. He just likes to spend his time alone, thinking and rethinking about life.

“I refuse to attend the stupid Support Group, mum.” Myungsoo complained.

“You have to attend it and it’s not stupid. It’ll help you overcome your depression.” His mum scolded back.

“I AM NOT DEPRESSED.” Myungsoo yelled.

“Myungsoo, you need to make friends, get out of the house and live your life.” She said.

“But I don’t want to.” Myungsoo snapped back.

“You deserve a life.”

So here’s Kim Myungsoo, sitting around with a bunch of awkward peoples, throwing glances to each other.

He knew that this Support Group is stupid in the very first place.

“Hiya, you’re new here?” A smiley guy greeted him.

Myungsoo frowned and said, “Yes.”

“It being here isn’t it?” That guy looked around.

Myungsoo nodded.

“So, my name is Woohyun. Nam Woohyun. What’s yours?” The guy smiled.

“Myungsoo. Kim Myungsoo.” He smiled a little.

“You looked like a healthy person to me. So, what brought you here?”

“My mum thought I’m depressed. Even though I believed I am not. Weird isn’t it? She knows me better than myself.” Myungsoo said.

“At least yours isn’t that bad. I’m here because of my eyes.” Woohyun stared down, playing with his fingers.

“Your eyes?” Myungsoo frowned. His eyes look perfectly fine for Myungsoo.

“Yeah, I have this crap called eye cancer, you know. Currently waiting for that day my eyes will be cut off and my whole world will be black.” Woohyun tried to smile.

“That’s way too honest.” Myungsoo said.

“Pardon me but I prefer being honest rather than living inside a world full with lies.”