Ye-Jun had always been there for you. When you came out to your parents and where shunned from public circles he was there for you. He defended you all throughout high school and even agreed to go into Idol work with you when you where passionate about it. You love him.. loved? You had been certain of your feelings no more than 20 minutes ago.

You entered the apartment that you and the rest of the STAR☆STRUCK members had been sharing. The door wasn't locked, which was weird and it was quiet. Eerily so. You slowly make your way to the one room with the light on. Byung-Ho and Han-Gyeol's room. You push open the door and freeze, your expression immediately going to the two corpses on the floor, one's face smashed beyond recognition and the other in the process of being torn apart in the same way. Then you process that the person above the body is Ye-Jun. The Ye-Jun who had always been there for you. This picture feels wrong. All of this feels wrong. Ye-Jun has a hammer in his hand and is actively tearing into what was probably Byung less than an hour ago.

"Ye-Jun..?"

You mumble out, unsure of yourself. Maybe he'll have an answer maybe these aren't the bandmates you knew. Despite your certainty that Byung had been wearing that shirt when you left to do the photo-shoot. Ye-Jun has to have an explanation. He always has, he's always been your one certainty in life. The second he hears your voice he looks up, dropping the hammer and standing up. He's covered in blood.

"Dae? You're back! I did this for you— for us."