Hoseok placed his hands on his head. It was bursting. It was releasing themselves, without his permission. He needed control. Fast.

It echoed in his mind, seemingly to trigger all the bad memories. Pills, pills, more pills. Tests after tests that is meaningless. Having false hope to get it squashed all over again. Love blooming, amidst all the wrong things.

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Does he have nothing left? Nothing, except himself in this sea of pills?

Shall he give up? To this temptation. Poison yet it released all things unimaginable.

To hell, it is then.

He was ready, to turn back on everything. A good boy no more, but just one who's been emptied out into gallons of suppressed hate and interestingly, vengeance.