Drip Drop

Touch

They came and went to see him again. Every single day, every single night. Examining his body without taking their masks off. They're afraid of him, his symptoms, his sick body.

He couldn't find a way to see Donghae.

They kept touching him like he was a rare specimen, cutting his hair a bit and put it in a small jar.

He didn't understand what they want to do with him. But they kept looking at him after they cleaned him, bathed him.

They put him in clean, white clothes, tying his hand with a white leather handcuffs just so he couldn't touch anything.

Hyukjae couldn't touch his own face, he felt helpless.

But soon they will try to keep him alive, providing nutrients.

He was their guinea pig.