𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥 | 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐠

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐗𝐕𝐈: 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐞

They were practicing.

If you can call this practice.

It was and is a torture to Taeyong.

He is being scolded by the members every one second or so.

Taeyong was... melancholic.
He remembered how not too long ago Jaehyun would praise him, how Johnny would comfort him, how Ten would make sure he ate, how his members made him feel confidence. Now, two photos of his traumatic teenage years made them turn against him.

Suddenly they call him names.

Attention whore.

Drama bitch.

Slut.

Cheater.

Liar.

Fake.

Pretender.

Failure.

Disappointment.

And the voice spoke and spoke like an echo.
And he got worse and worse.
But he smiled. This time he hid it better.
He wouldn't let them know.
He fall all into his old habits.

Starve.

Get called names.

Puke.

Cut.

Cry.

Sleep.

Wake up from nightmares.

Stay awake till morning while going insane in his head.

Go to practice.

Get yelled at.

Write lyrics.

Record.

Go supposedly to the therapist, whom he stopped seeing a long time ago.

Go home.

Get yelled at.

Get called names.

And all over again.

He was tired.
Tired of not being heard.
Tired of always being him.
Tired of feeling miserable.
Tired of being hated.
Tired of being the victim.
Tired.

He only had a little time to go.
He could bare this.

He danced. The song was blasting.
The members were eyeing him with anger.
He felt his legs give up.
His head was light.
A deep chuckle left his dry mouth.
He seemed insane.
No, he was insane.
Life made him insane.

He fell on the floor.
Laughing.
He couldn't get up.
He laughed.
It was a crazy fit of laughter.

No one dared to move a muscle.
They watched the pained male giggle on the cold dancing floor.
It was scary.
Veins popped up on his neck as he was doing so.
They were lost.
Why was he laughing?
He should be sorry, not laughing.
Then again, if you looked at his eyes, you would see how this mess of 'happy' noises didn't match his eyes. It was a mask, but if you could see right through it you would be able to define the pain, the desperation, the apology, the honesty, the death.

Tears began rolling from his eyes.
Donghyuck and Mark went near him, but he pushed them away as he started trashing around.

Donghyuck was in the verge of breaking down. He knew his best friend was far from happy. He knew he was dead.
Donghyuck knew that the end of Taeyong was near. He knew that this... was the rock bottom. But maybe... maybe not, maybe Taeyong would get to live something worse.
Maybe he would have to suffer more, and how the thought of this pained him, can't be described.