"I was all just like 'yeah, genius, nothing challenges me' and trying to be cool. I wanted this guy to want me, to like me, and I was a fucking idiot about it. Trust me, withdrawal was so bad, I'd never do it again." It was only six months of his life that he used and those six months defined years of his life. It was insane how much of an impact it had. He was glad that he'd managed to get himself back on track.

Taehyung needed someone and he wasn't going to let his father ruin another boy. Seeing this small toddler he didn't even know existed made him want to be better again. And he was. He cleaned up his act, took the boy and got himself into a uni.

"It's hard with kids, isn't it? Depression and self loathing is hard to get through but when a kid looks at you when you're at your worst? It sucks." To know they had no reliance or need for them, to know that they were more likely a cautionary tale than a role model.

He was glad he could get over it. "I can't imagine the pain you're going through. You're strong to still be fighting."