"a case that will always freak me out."

A case so .

seungmin was fucking angry. he didn't know why or how but the anger building inside of him was insane, he felt like if any person walked up to him he would punch them in the face and call them horrible insults. he felt his nails digging into his flesh and he felt the need to suddenly break down and just scratch himself over and over again. he wanted to paint his walls red until all he sees is his own blood and the mess of his room he created. the burning feeling in his body when han came up to him he knew there was no excuse for what he was going to do but he still did it, he punched him. he could only see red in his eyes and he couldn't hear the commotion around him, he could only hear the thumping of his own heart beat. he soon started to just go for random things. hell, the only think he could feel on him are the hands of other people and their faces on his hands. he kept punching and punching not knowing who the hell he was even aiming for, he was careless and angry.

when he woke up he felt dried blood on his knuckles and head, he knew he did this to himself, he wondered why he even thought of why this happened. he didn't open his eyes yet so moved around and felt somebody's arm, it didn't.. feel right. he opened his eyes only to see the bloodied bodies of his companions, what did he do? he looked at his hands and found his raw skin with surely blood that was not his. he sighed and passed out yet again.