VIXX'S VOODOO DOLL

Chapter 22

May jerks awake panting. She had had a nightmare about that damn horror movie. Before she is fully aware of her surroundings, arms are around her, pulling her in. She struggles in fear, then hears N's voice. She practically melts into his arms, her need to cry gone the second she feels his chest against her cheek.

"Better?" He asks and she nods, "Are you always this tense?"

He kneads her shoulder blades with his thumbs and she moans lightly. He picks her up and turns her around so he can better reach her back. But before he can start, there is a banging on the door.

"N-hyung, May, come on and stop doing, well whatever," Ken's voice calls and she feels N curl his fists on her shoulders. It felt good, until his grip got too tight.

"N, you're hurting me," she whispers. He loosens his grip.

"Can we finish this later?" He whispers in her ear.

"Absolutely," she answers, then swings her legs out of the bed, "You should go take a shower."

He smiles at her and she feels her heart melt as he walks out the door. She locks it behind her and her mind is filled with thoughts, voices she had never heard before, arguing.

*He just did that because Hyuk told him about what their CEO said.*

*But it made you feel better, special.*

*Why did he wait until yesterday then?*

*He couldn't think of what to do before?*

*You know that's not true, stop kidding yourself. He only marked you because Camille made him. All he feels for you is something false, placed there stratigically by that bitch.*

*Please stop...*

*No you deserve to know the truth. You're ugly and pathetic. The CEO was right about you. You're just lucky to be photogenic because if you weren't, those boys would kick you out on the street without a second thought.*

The bathroom mirror shatters. She stares as she watches the blood drip off her knuckles and into the sink. She looks up and sees her face in the few shards left in the mirror. They sliced her face into hundreds of little pixles. She only sees one thing, a monster.

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Leo listens to the argument going on in May's head from three doors down. He shakes his head; he knew exactly what she felt like. Whenever non-fans hated on him or the group, he felt awful. But N had always been there to pick him up. He was good at encouraging others. So why was she still so insecure.

*This is the first time N's ever done anything special for her.*

The thought hits him, and he realizes he's right. Girls were naturally more delicate, emotion wise, than boys. When the CEO had said that to her, her self confidence so carefully built up over the years was shattered and it would take much more than one night to fix it. Leo sighs, why did girls have to be so damn complicated? He knew he had to tell N, but he didn't know what to say.

'Sorry, but last night was a bust and you have to keep trying because you can't fix shattered self worth overnight?'

No, N wouldn't understand if he put it that way. N had poured his thought and soul into last night. He thinks of something so cute it made him slightly sick to think about his leader doing it. But it might be the last option to save May's confidence before the world tour.