The headline exploded all over the internet. All over the world, K-pop fans went onto their favorite websites only to be greeted with the words:

BIGBANG’s Daesung Commits Suicide

Almost immediately, comments and replies started popping up on every website.

“Nooo! Daesung-oppa wouldn’t have done that!”

"Whaaaat?? What are they saying??"

"Damn that stupid accident!"

“It’s because of that accident. They charged him and they’d better regret it!”

Back in South Korea, the remaining members of Big Bang were sitting in their dorm silently, not caring about the outburst going on online. Each of them had a cup of tea in front of them compliments of their dorm mother.

GD was slouched in his seat, staring at the floor, occasionally sipping his tea. Seungri held his mug in both hands, eyes closed, as if to use it as some means of comfort. Top was sitting on the floor, his mug tipped over, it’s contents seeping into the floor, unnoticed by anyone.

And Taeyang was slumped on the couch, ignoring his tea. It had been him who had found Daesung. He glanced down the hall at the closed door of Daesung’s room, which was now criss-crossed by yellow tape. He closed his eyes, recalling the long afternoon. . .

Daesung hadn’t been participating in the groups’ activities since his accident in May; he’d been staying in the dorm, pretty much shut up by himself most of the time. Taeyang, who shared a room with him, was the only one who really saw him. Otherwise, he almost never left his room. They almost never even saw him eat. He hadn’t been talking much or acting at all like his usual self, but the others figured he just felt guilty and it would pass eventually.

Only it hadn’t. It had gotten worse, to the point where they barely heard him speak.

That afternoon, the members had come in for a quick break in their schedules.

“Young-bae, you want to check in with Daesung? He seemed really depressed this morning.” GD called over his shoulder.

Taeyang stood up from his chair. “Yeah.” he walked towards the room he and Daesung shared, noting as he did how quiet it was inside. He turned the handle, saying “Daesung-ah?” he pulled the door open and walked inside.

Daesung was lying on his bed, back to Taeyang. He appeared to be asleep. Taeyang turned, intending to walk out quietly when something caught his attention.

If Daesung was asleep, wouldn’t he be breathing? He took a closer look. The lack of movement from Daesung was unnerving, as was the dark stain on the pillow.

Taeynag swallowed hard. He crept forward towards the bed. “D-Daesung-ah? Daesung?” he reached out and shook him slightly. Daesungs head rolled a little off the pillow, and Taeyang removed his hand in shock. The pillow was soaked in blood. Daesungs arm dangled over the other side of the bed and Taeyang glanced down at it. His whole body went cold.

Lying on the floor, inches from Daesung’s fingers, was a small handgun.

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Sorry it's so short. More to come later.

Do you like it though? Well, you people like me who like to read sad, depressing things probably do.

=) Aiko