Joon: How are you?

Ilhoon: Great~!

Joon: That's good~

Ilhoon: Yeah~

His breath was hitched as he held the gun under his chin, the voices had taken over, "Kill yourself, do it! I can take it all away, all you have to do is pull the trigger and everything will be gone. All the pain and all the sorrow, people won't be able to hurt you anymore."

Tears were streaming down his cheeks as his hand trembled, "I'm sorry."

I'm Sorry

Those were his last words as he pulled the deadly trigger and fell to the floor, the crimson red flooding the floor consuming him just like the voices had done. He was in pain and no one noticed since he decided it would be best to cover it up and not bother anyone with his petty problems.

Joon: How are you?

Ilhoon: Fine

Joon: Just fine?

Ilhoon: Pretty ty actually but it's not like you care so I'll just stick with fine.