Jeonghan nearly screamed when he entered Mingyu and Wonwoo's room. He called the others. As Jeonghan walked nearer to the limp body at the study table, he covered his mouth and gasped at the sight. A lifeless Mingyu, pale face that looked as though he was relieved of his pain, arms filled with fresh cuts and scars that they haven't seen before, almost dried blood that stained the table, but most importantly, a blood and tear stained letter. He handed the letter for Seungcheol to see. The others behind Seungcheol were just as shocked as he was. No one expected Mingyu to become like this. 

A/N: Hellu Its me, the lazy write who procrastinates and is a pig, I'm back with this quick meanie angst fic. Ik y'all probs gon be mad at me for writing this horrid fic that has a crappy af plot but I'm in for angst so why not? I'll probs juz say I'm busy but suddenly comes back with yet another crappy fic wif a ty plot. If u somehow miraculously cry over this fic, I'm sorry, here's a tissue for U *sends tissue* So I hope y'all enjoy this quickie and yeah. Byeee~ :*

warning: slight(?) Angst, slight mentions of self harm, stuff and stuff. :>