Wonho lies on the floor, fully cocooned inside his blanket, staring at the legs of his desk. He doesn't want to take his pills, Minwoo said he is becoming too dependent on them. But it is hard. His mind is a mess and his heart won't calm down. His chest hurts so bad, so is his throat from his desperate gasps for air.
He thought he would never bump into his attackers outside the west district, but he is clearly wrong. Just like him, apparently not everyone is native to the place. In just a week, he has stumbled upon two of them. It is also possible that he has met a few more which he didn't remember.
To make things worse, the man in the bus clearly recognized him. He was obviously running away from him. He remembered and pretended he did nothing that deserves punishment. He dares to live his life as if nothing happened while Wonho suffers every single day since that night.
