Hakyeon thought he had a great life. A loving boyfriend, a flourishing career and understanding friends. 

But something didn't click.

Something didn't feel right.

He wasn't happy.

He thought he was selfish, an egotistical bastard who wanted the attention all to himself and all of the world to revolve around him. He didn't tolerate it in the slightest when Wonshik even did as much as just throw a glance towards other guy, even though he knew he would never cheat because he loved him too much, proven by how he cuddled him each night to sleep, how he comforted him when the nightmares came back, how he soothed his shaking body in his arms. He didn't know why he was just so angry at him.

His friends were happy. Content grins on their faces each time they would meet up and Hakyeon would feel his heart twist in a mix of hatred and crushing guilt. He was offended at their bliss, enraged at their satisfaction. He would feel the urge to rip off that smirk off their faces and pummel them, to strike jabs wherever he could to release all of his pent up resentment. They were happy, and he wasn't. 

It felt as though nothing had sense anymore, even Wonshik's kisses felt dry and tedious, even his touches were too weak, suffocating the lust and reviving the insanity. He was going crazy.

I love you, I love you so much, but I'm not happy, he scribbled messily on a paper,

It's not your fault.

Jaehwan found him hung from the ceiling, his legs swaying gracelessly. Cold. He was so cold.

Wonshik was left traumatized, broken.

Hakyeon was his light and he was gone.