Minho got up out if bed with Jisung still fast asleep, walking to the bathroom. He leaned his hands against the sink, turning the water on and splashing some on his face. He looked up in the mirror then, his fringe nearly covering his eyes.

He stared at himself in the mirror, his breathing heavy and laboured. He stared maybe a little too long, because for a few seconds there, he swore he saw his reflection smirked back at him; a sick twisted smirk that he hadn't seen on himself in years.

No, no he couldn't allow himself to slip back into that person again. Murder was never the answer...was it?

"Is it?" Minho whispered to himself.

'Would you kill again to protect your precious Jisung?' A voice similar to his own asked in his head.

"Yes" Minho mumbled.

'Then kill Chan, kill Felix, kill them all. They're all out to take Jisung away from you anyway' the voice snarled back.

Minho shook his head, his hands coming up to grip his hair tightly.

"No, get outta my head" Minho closed his eyes shut, willing the voice to go away.

'You know you want to Minho. It's not hard. Just grab a knife and stab them, that's all there is to it' the voice cooed, now morphing into someone else's voice.

Minho recognised that voice, and he despised it. He literally hated the sound of that voice, because it made his skin crawl. The vicious smirk, the demonic glint in his eye...

Lee Hoseok.

Luckily, the guy was currently locked up in a mental asylum for all the shit he pulled, but somehow managed to hide Minho away from them. Yes, Minho was somewhat grateful, but couldn't deny that he himself deserved to be locked up with Lee Hoseok, or Wonho as he liked to be called.

Wonho's voice was like nails on a chalkboard and it also terrified Minho out of his own skin to hear Wonho's voice in his head.

'Fuck, I really am insane...'

Yeah...Minho really is insane ajshhjsjs