Kyuhyun ed up. There's no way to sugar coat it, and no excuses he can give. For this reason, he's fully prepared for his sentence in hell, and even if it means that everyone he has ever cared for will hate and curse him from beyond the grave, he will continue to decieve them in order to keep his secrets buried, or rather, in order to bury the source of his problems along with him. 

This story will be written in alternating perspectives starting with Kyuhyun and including: Hyukjae, IU, Yoseob, and Donghae. I don't think there will be any more, but you never know.

Genre: Tragedy, Angst, love

Warnings: Character death, some cursing, some heavy themes

Disclaimers: I do not own any of the super junior members, the songs used as chapter titles, or other korean celebrities mentioned here. Please do not repost this. Thank you.

Prologue:

Everything’s ed up now. It isn’t as if I didn’t see this coming, but just because I knew doesn’t mean that it didn’t hurt any less when it happened; that it didn’t leave me any less wounded. I’m usually not the type to be sentimental, or even to show emotion at all, but how could I not care after all these years and hardships we’ve endured, tears we’ve shed, and member’s we’ve mourned? Now it’s all over. I have nothing left except this hole in my chest, and I can’t get rid of it.

I guess this is it for me. I just wish I could have prevented this outcome. But I couldn’t; I failed because that’s all I can do. Here I am staring in my empty, dirty apartment, alone. I suppose it’s better this way, because I know no one will miss me or look for me. No one will stop me. No one will care.

I will pick up this butcher’s knife and end it all now. Look at how the blood pours and forms a puddle at my feet. The red splatters the white tiles as if it were an empty canvas begging to be dyed. It’s not enough, so I slice again and again. Ah, it feels so good. All of my pain is flowing out of me. The knife clangs against the kitchen floor. I’m falling into the red painting. It’s so cold. What a fitting end for this useless fool; for one Cho Kyuhyun.