Day 6                                                        06.10.21
I don't really know what to write anymore. I'm bored. I don't know what to do. I've lost my everything. And now, the only one person I've had in my life is on his death bed, fighting for his life.

He had an emotionless expression on his face while writing that. He didn't feel the need to show his emotions anymore. Nobody would care.

He hadn't eaten anything after he came back from the hospital yesterday and it is already 4pm right now. The streets are busy, the horns of the cars can be heard.

He knows he needs to get a job. Or he'll run out of money soon. He knows that Seokjin couldn't take care of him, he knows, he has to take care of himself and Seokjin too.

He hadn't visited Seokjin yet. He couldn't. It hurts to look at him. He was just waiting for a good news  hear. That Seokjin was fine. But he needs to go. He needs to stay by Seokjin, helping him through this. Comparing to all the things Seokjin did to him, this was just a tiny job he could do.

So he went there. The familiar beeping sound of the machines filled the room. He smiled and went towards him and held his hands.

It's been a long time. You should wake up, don't you? Or who will take care of me?

Tears dropped down his cheeks, but the smile never left his face. So he clicked his pen again and started writing.

I am being dependent on him way too much. How am I suppose to live by myself? I can't do this. I won't last for long like this, by myself. I know I can't.

He blinked his eyes and looked at Seokjin, who looked so peacefully asleep.

I miss my mom, my dad, my sister. I really miss them a lot. I want to be with them.

He closed the diary and clicked the pen, putting them back inside his big pocket of his oversized hoodie. He put his head on the bed, closing his eyes, falling into a deep sleep along with his friend. He was so both mentally and physically xhausted.