Kibum was having a nightmare.

All around, it was red and black and blurred, and everything was rushing past with roaring sound. It was loud, pounding on his ears, and why was everything moving so fast -- ?

Kibum realized that he was running. In fact, he was practically sprinting at the speed that he was going, and it wasn't the things around him that were moving quickly but just him: running and running and running until everything became a mass of colours; all messed up and confused. 

Suddenly, he was afraid. He was all alone, and loneliness seemed to engulf him; wrapping tightly around him together with the loud roaring…

Kibum looked down, and was shocked that the redness all around was coming from him -- Or more specifically, his wrist. It was gushing, just gushing, and Kibum was stunned that there could be so much red in one place cause shouldn’t there be a way to stop it–

In his left hand there was a razorblade, and Kibum watched in slow-motion as he dragged the blade over his already hurt left wrist, causing even more red substance to spew out. He wanted to stop, but maybe it was better to keep going, because somehow it felt comfortable to do it over and over again…

He couldn’t stop. The redness was now drowning out other things in his vision, and it crashed over him like a big wave, taking away his breath; it was getting hard to breathe... he couldn’t- and what was going on –

“—hyung!”

Kibum bolted upright, gasping.

Snapping his head around in the darkness, he couldn’t see anything. Kibum breathed slowly, feeling deprived of oxygen. It’s okay, it was only a dream.

His right hand was clenched in a fist, as though holding an invisible weapon. All of a sudden, a distressed whimper broke through the silence again.

“no – no, please, no – !”

Startled, Kibum flinched at the sound only to realize it came from Taemin. As his eyes adjusted in the dark, Kibum could see the younger boy thrashing slightly under