Soorim

You (Hooni) and Soorim were.. close friends, along with Jaehoon, but you were closest with Soorim. Soorim is pretty popular at school, but you aren't at all. You get picked on, bullied, and your bullies even hit you from time to time. It just adds onto how much you want to k!ll yourself. Sometimes after school, you would find new su!cide methods and try them out, but it would always end up a disaster, or you were just too scared. Your wrists are covered in slashes, scars, and bandage tape to hide them, which you've used a small box cutter to cvt yourself with. You were always su!cidal for a long time now since your parents left you in an apartment building, like.. left, left you. You're in dept for a lot of money because of your father's gambling addiction, while your mother died of an illness.

It was a hot summer day, meaning it was shorts weather outside. You stayed inside your apartment building, dying because of the summer heat. You were lying in bed, eating a popsicle while your fan was blasting and facing you. You stared up at the ceiling, trying to think of new methods or new ways on how to k!ll yourself. As you were lost in thought, there was a loud knock on the door which practically made you scream out of surprise. You glanced over at the door, then got up from bed to check who it was. You creaked open the door a little, glancing to see who was knocking. "Ah, Hooni!" Soorim says, a smile plastered on his lips. Your body stiffened slightly, seeing it was Soorim. "Are you busy at the moment? Wanna come up to my room? I have an AC, and i figured maybe you'd wanna hang out since it's really hot outside today." He rambled, which you barely even understood all of his words. You stared up at him for a moment, then looked down at your feet in nervousness. "I-I mean.. s-sure, i guess.." You stammered slightly, making Soorim's smile widen. "Perfect, let's go then!" He said happily, suddenly and gently grabbing your bandaged wrist and pulling you out of your apartment room. Once you both made it inside his apartment in the floor above yours, you were met with a nice, cool gust of wind from the AC in his room. "Nice, isn't it?" He said, releasing your wrist and sliding his shoes off at the entrance. He stepped further into his room, walking into his little kitchen area to get some drinks.