After reading translation of Mir's update (if it's true) then there is definitely HOPE <3

Gosh I love that boy so much, I'm about to cry tear of happiness

"Is Mir still sleeping?" Seungho walked into the kitchen where Joon and Cheondoong were eating and GO were busy washing his own dishes. His eyes flickered to the untouched bag of breakfast he had bought for Mir and it was already dinner time.

          GO also glanced towards the food over his shoulder, shrugging.

          "He slept like a log." Joon answered with his full mouth, chuckling when Cheondoong shot him disgusted look when a piece of chicken he was chewing on flew into Cheondoong's plate.

          "Let him rest, Seungho." GO quickly said when he saw Seungho was about to turn and walked out of the kitchen. "He can eat tomorrow." He added.

          "You know he won't." Seungho's voice, although quiet, sounds loud to all the three others. Seungho's eyes flickered over all three male in the kitchen. "He hadn't been eating much, had he?"

          With a sigh, GO pulled out another plate from the microwave and sat it beside Joon, motioning for Seungho to sit. "Your dinner."

          Seungho stared for a moment before sitting down and stared at his plate, suddenly losing his appetite.

          "So, you noticed." GO spoke again, another sigh escaped his lips. "Eunah told me he is dieting-"   

          "Bull." Seungho cut off immediately.

          GO shrugged. "I know it was a bull but what can I do about it? If he really have eating disorder, he need a professional help."

          "But it won't do good to our image especially that we're still rookie." Joon chimed in, pushing his half-empty plate with a thoughtful look. "It's going to destroy us."

          "You are right." Seungho exhaled, clicking his tongue. "But maybe it is not an eating disorder, maybe-" Seungho bit his bottom lips. "Maybe it's something else."

          GO raised one brow inquiringly but it didn't seem like Seungho was going to continue, so he ask, "Maybe what?"

          "Maybe it's us." Cheondung suddenly voiced up, his words were quiet but his eyes were loud as he stared at Seungho. "Isn't it, hyung?" He asked challengingly.

          Seungho narrowed his eyes at Cheondoong but he didn't say anything.

          "Have you ever apologize to Cheolyong, hyung?" Cheondoong asked, eyes trained on Seungho. "Have you ever apologize to all those times you let your anger get the better of you?"

          "Park Sanghyun..." Joon hissed, narrowing his eyes at Cheondoong, half surprised and half angry at sudden rudeness Cheondoong was showing.

          "And you, Joon hyung. Have you ever offer to listen to his problem like you did to me? Have you ever comfort him like you did to me?" Cheondoong shot Joon this time, watching as Joon stared at him, dumbfounded. Cheondoong lowered down his head. "Me too. I never be the hyung he needed."

          GO stood up from his seat, went to the counter and did something to busy himself. "None of us did anyway. None of us care enough." GO said calmly.

          "That is not true!" Joon denied, sitting upright but was taken back when GO turned around and placed a glass of warm milk in front of him and he shot the older a questioning look.

          GO smiled tenderly at Joon. "Yes, it is the truth, Changsun. I didn't care enough before. I was too busy with my own struggles to noticed others. And now, I'm trying to care. So, drink this and sleep more. I know you are tired. You took a great care of Cheondoong when I couldn't, but you need to know that Seungho and I will be here as your hyungs if you need us." He patted Joon's head.

          Joon stared at the glass of milk and after a few seconds, he tried to speak but he choked on his own voice. They did noticed, after all. They did notice his struggles.

          "Even if I'm younger, you can tell me anything too, hyung. I did tell everything to you, you can do the same to me." Cheondoong whispered, stretching his long hand over the table and took a hold on Joon's hand in a warm touch.

          "We are all struggling here. But we have each other. And now, we only need Cheolyong to realize that." GO added, throwing a look at Seungho who sighed and nodded once.

          "I'll talk to him tomorrow." Seungho said, standing and patting Joon's head.

          It is about time, they start acting like a group.

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Although they had a day of rest with Mir spend with sleeping the whole day after the short morning spent with his loving sister, it didn't do much for his hurting body especially his lower back.

          But at least he could dance, although, not as synchronized and as powerful as the other members of the group.

          And it seemed that his sluggish movement finally brought the leader's attention on him. Seungho pushed, well more like punched the off button of the music player. He his heels and glared at the maknae over his shoulder, expecting the maknae to lowered his gaze in guilt like he always did.

          But no.

          Not this time.

          Mir held his gaze, almost daring, almost challenging.

          Seungho frowned, there is something wrong and he needed to talk to Mir. He saw the look the three others throw at him and he nodded, clearing his throat and tried his best to soften his rough voice. "Cheolyong, what's-"

          "I don't care what you are going to say but if I'm that bad, maybe you should stop interrupting the practice and just keep going until I get better at it." Mir said coldly.

          "Wha- You-"

          "I know I made a lot of mistake even without you insulting me here and there. It's not like you are that perfect either." Mir spat out.

          It almost made Seungho forgot what he was about to say but he quickly gathered his thought and glared at Mir whom glared back at him. He scoffed. "Then what's with the slacking? You didn't practice again, did you?" All the slow heart-to-heart talk with Mir he had been rehearsing in his mind now flew out of the window. Mir was trampling all over him and he want it to stop. Now.

          "I did." Mir's voice although low, traveled coldly around the room, hovering in the air for a few seconds as the others tried to suppress their shock at Mir's rebellious counter, towards Seungho nonetheless.

          Seungho widened his eyes threateningly. "Some attitude you got going there."

          Mir clenched his jaw, he felt the muscle on his face tensed and the raging anger poisoned his blood, so he let his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood ever so slightly.

          Seungho didn't seem to notice any of that as he continued. "You said, you did practice, then why did you mess up again? Or let's just blame it on you having no talent? Are you that airhead." Seungho pointed rudely to Mir's face as he stomped closer to Mir with each words, not realizing the words he spat out were like hard stones being chucked towards Mir's cracking heart. No. He realized. He knew what he was doing but why couldn't he stop? "And you still have guts to say you did practice, huh? Then what's with you skipping practice and coming late? When actually do you practice? Or are you actually lying through your teeth now? If not, then isn't it just prove how talentless you are? Practice, my foot. If you do practice yet still messing up, is that something to be proud of? Are you talentless or plain stupid or just a big fat liar? I wonder how your parents taught you. I bet they spoiled you rotten that's how you got in-" That was it, the last stone was thrown and whatever left of Mir's spider-crack littered heart shattered.

          But instead of breaking down, crumbling the way his heart supposed to do when it shattered, those shattered pieces became sharp shards that flew everywhere, hurting everything coming its way.

          And Mir felt deep venomous despise poisoned himself.

          As sound of fist meeting flesh echoed, followed by collective gasps from those present in the room, the deafening silence veiled down only to be broken by a heaving fast breath that had been held before in that sudden overflowing of emotion.

          Maybe it was just this one time. This one time that Mir slipped, that Mir made a mistake, just one time of Mir's outburst after holding in so much. Maybe after this, the MBLAQ maknae would bowed down furiously, apologizing profusely like the pure young boy always did but none of those.

          None.

          Only those pair of soft brown orbs now evidently turned cold as he stared at all four men present here, one by one, in a slow motion as if he was killing each of them in mind.

          Hatred was so evident in those used to be genuine pair of eyes it ripping them apart.

          Did Mir hate them...?

          That boy, that one standing in the middle of practice room, with blood stained his clenched fist was no longer their maknae.

          There was no more the kind maknae, the puppy maknae, the crazy hyperactive maknae, the blissfully smiling maknae.

          There was no more Mir.