Chapter 15

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       Hoseok felt groggy the whole time he was in practice. His little white pill hadn't helped much the night before. But he still put on an act for those who didn't know anything. Which only entailed to the managers, backup dancers, and other staff members.

There was now only a few days until their comeback, so everyone rushed to get the last minute things done. The members all sat around talking with one another about their hopes for their newest album, while Hoseok sat off to the side alone. His tiredness had made it hard for him to focus on the excitement of their new album with the others. As he sat listening to their voices, he couldn't help but wonder about her.

Was she really okay? Was she resting and eating well? He gripped his phone tightly, and told himself to leave it be. There was no reason for him to talk to her if she was thinking about leaving. Hell he would if he were her. Why should she spend her time looking at someone who flung her against a wall in a fit of anger? Shaking his head, he let out sigh.

"Hyung."

Looking up he saw V. Smiling softly, he motioned for him to sit beside him. Returning the smile, V sat beside him. There was a moment of silence before Hoseok heard him clear his throat.

"The others can tell you haven't slept for the past few days." He said staring out to the far wall.

"Oh." Hoseok replied.

"They also know about the sleeping pills." He said, "They know they're not helping. And they know why you're using them."

"And?" Hoseok asked, looking to his friend.

"We all think, you should take the rest of the day off." He said.

"There's still lots of practicing I need to do." Hoseok said.

"Cut the crap," V said, "You're fine. Go sleep. I'll try and convince her to stay."

Seeing his friend wink, brought a small smile to his face. Finally agreeing with him, he got to his feet and left.

The dorm was quiet without the others there. It was rather peaceful. But lonely. Hoseok had gone from his room, to their living room, and back. He couldn't sleep, not with his mind racing between the comeback, and Alice. Shaking his head, he decided to practice the choreography for their new song in hopes he would tire himself out. It worked partially. That is until his heart switched to her.

His heart told him to text her, to meet with her and apologize. But his brain told him no. That it was over. She would never see him again. Never show her beautiful white smile, or her long auburn hair. Laying on the couch, he groaned. Why wouldn't they leave him alone? Why was this so hard? He needed sleep. Groaning, he got up and walked over to the bathroom.

He sat on the floor of the bathroom, with some of his pills scattered across the floor. His hand had started shaking with the thought of losing her making him spill some of them. Leaning his head against the wall, he shed a tear. Clenching a few pills in his hand, he took a deep breath. Placing his hand against his mouth he parted his lips. The white pills slid down his throat with ease. As he swallowed hard, he shed one last tear before leaving the dorm.

 As he swallowed hard, he shed one last tear before leaving the dorm

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