CHOI SOOBIN

Soobin was your childhood best friend, since the two of you met in kindergarten. That was, until he got inducted into a mental institute. It was a few devastating months for you, especially since you were just barely in high school. It was all your peers ever talked about, asking you so many stupid questions.

They'd ask you 'what happened to Soobin? Did he hurt you?' And everyone would laugh in your face.

Soobin rocked back and forth, the scratch marks on those plain white walls making his head spin. He knew he'd be getting a new doctor today, but it irritated him. Everything irritated him now. They took away his life source, his best friend, his world. He still thought of you, every single long day. He hugged his knees closer, the drawings of you growing fainter every day. He'd tried to scratch your face into the walls, his memory corrupted with you.