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  In a flash, Seungmin was outside and was running down the street. He didn't know where. All he knew was that it was somewhere.

  And of course, it was pouring down rain, only adding to his miserable mood.

  Seungmin couldn't stop crying. The tears kept coming, mixing in with the rain and his sweat. His heart was pounding. It seemed that with each tear, the more his heart hurt. It was yelling at him in anger and he yelled back.

  He started to feel like he was being pulled. It was like all the forces of the Earth were pulling him into an unknown direction. The wind, the rain, his feet. It's not like he tried to stop it. But he somehow knew that if he were to try, he wouldn't be able to stop.

  He ran for what seemed like forever. And before he knew it, that feeling was gone and he was out of breath and was gasping for air in front of a very dead and random tree on the middle of an empty street.

  He crouched down, struggling to breathe. Looking around, with salty tears streaming down his face, he saw a single lamp post flickering above and what seemed to be a broken down, rusty car parked next to it.

  Images flashed in his mind. All he could see was the previous events. He saw Lee Know looking at him with hatred. He saw Han screaming in pain on the floor. He saw the other members shouting at him, begging him to stop. All he saw was hate and fear. All caused by him.

Everything was his fault. Not Lee Know's and not Han's.

All he felt was guilt. And shame.

  The anger was still there though. He couldn't help but feel hate. But this time it wasn't towards anyone other than him.

  He felt like he was seeing red. He was dizzy, images still flashing like a camera. With shake hands, he got out his pocket notebook and scribbled a few words. Words of sadness and pain.

  He wrote about the discomfort he felt with writing something that didn't deal with Lee Know. He wrote about his struggles with getting over him and how we wasn't ready to live on. He wrote about his secret longing for love and attention.

  It came out of him like nothing. It was practically seeping out of his hands. Without meaning to, he had already written a song. It was short compared to his usual pieces but it was by far the most true.

  He didn't care about the fact that some of his lyrics faded away under the rain. They were engraved into his heart.

  Seungmin staggered over to a near by bench and closed his eyes. All he wanted to do was clear his mind but without meaning to, he had fallen asleep.

  Seungmin woke up the next morning at around 7 AM. The sun was just beginning to rise. Expecting to wake up in his bed, Seungmin rolled over only to land face first on the cold, wet concrete of the sidewalk.

"... Ouch. "

  Slowly standing up with wobbly legs and immediately sitting back down, he took out his phone and searched up his location based off of the street sign.

It was somehow and quite amazingly a 3 hour walk.

  At least it was more time to stall from seeing the others. The others had apparently called him around 39 times and he was left with about 100 texts. Ignoring them, he stuck in some earbuds and started his journey back to the dorms.

And what a long journey it was.

  He didn't bother sticking a thumb out or calling for a taxi. He wanted to wait as long as it took to see the others faces. He could imagine the disappointment and regret. They probably regretting letting him debut with them. He wouldn't be surprised if he stepped though the door just for them to tell him he couldn't be a part of the group anymore. And that terrified him.

  He knew he wasn't the favorite of the group to most. He also knew he wasn't the most talented. But he loved the members and loved writing music with them.

  A good and long three hours later, Seungmin was standing in front of the gray door to the dorm. He stared at the door knob, frozen. He knew he would regret it the moment he stepped through the door. But it was cold so...

  With a shaky hand, he hesitantly turned the silver door knob and stepped through the door.

  He didn't know whether to be worried or relieved when he realized no one was home.

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*hope u liked this chapter :) sorry it's so short :/ it felt that this was the best spot to end it so I did 🤗💅🏽Thoughts? Suggestions? What should happen next?*

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