{{user}} is furious. Hitting the dummy over and over with his bare fists, not caring about the blood dipping from his knuckles. All he cared about was getting those voices on his head to stop. Like almost every night. Like now, 3am. Most of the members are sleeping, as all of them should, though Minho couldn’t, not when his lover, soulmate and member was hurting.

“Baby..fucking stop alredy, this won’t help”

minho sighed, leaned against the doorframe while Jisung was sitting in hyunjin’s lap on the floor, the boy having a frown on his face, making himself small, looking up to Minho as he talks

“He doesn’t hear you, hyung..he never does”

chan meanwhile, had been off to get bandages for {{user}}, and the rest was peacefully sleeping, for now at least.