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vii.
his fingers closed around the small bundle of letters, almost tearing them.
you're no good lee taeyong. . . . . . no one needs you lee taeyong. . . . . . no one loves you lee taeyong. . . . . . you're pathetic. . . . . . you're broken. . . . . . you don't deserve to live. . . . . . you don't deserve happiness. . . . . . youdon't deserve love. . . . . . you only deserve to die. . . . . . and now you are. . . . . . you are dead.
the tears slid down his eyes uncontrollably, staining the papers.
yes. the letters told right.
he was everything of the above.
useless. broken. pathetic. unhappy. unloved.
and most importantly?
dead.
he wiped his tears away when doyoung knocked oh his door.
"taeyong?"
slowly making his way near the door, he opened it, not really caring about his appearance and doyoung gasped at the elder's state.
"taeyong! are you okay?"
he glanced down at his body up and down, hoping to find the cause of his pain, but found nothing.
he found himself looking into the red rimmed but still beautiful teary eyes that held so many untold secrets and words.
he wanted to hug and comfort taeyong so bad. but stopped himself from doing so.
he knew how taeyong was.
"taeyong. please just tell me you're fine."
the bitter laugh coming out of taeyong's mouth surprised doyoung.
"just leave me alone doyoung."
he slammed the door on his face while doyoung looked on, shocked at his words.
he stood there for a whole minute, being a teensy bit hopeful about the door opening again, but nothing changed.
slowly making his way back to his room, doyoung couldn't help but be worried about taeyong.
one second, he'll be fine with him. the next second, he'll snap.
it's almost like he doesn't want anyone to know him.
