EIGHT.

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I start cooking dinner for the members, comments in the recent VLIVES starting to circle my mind.

"They were right, chris" "you don't deserve to live." "You're a waste of oxygen" "stop being such a demandimg freak." "You never help your members" "you should just die"

"CHAN HYUNG THE FOOD IS BURNING" The youngest shouted, myself suddenly snapping out of the trance and throwing the burnt food into the garbage.

"Sorry about that innie, h-how about we just order pizza."

The other agreed as I took out my phone and called up the pizza place near us, nodding as they repeated my order. I put down the phone, glancing at the group and seeing felix look at me with a worried gaze.

I shake it off and smile, putting on the mask I knew I needed to put on, seeing as I was the leader of the group. I take out my wallet, putting down the money on the dining table.

"I'm not that hungry guys, the money for the pizza's on the table. I'll be heading to bed, goodnight!"

I said, hearing their faint evening greetings as i went to the shared bedroom of Changbin, Minho and I, going to the top of the bunk bed and closing my eyes.


"It would be best if I just didn't wake up."

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