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The kpop industry is weird. You will have a favourite idol... And when the time comes, your idol will disband along with the group. You don't care about the others, right?
The kpop industry is weird. You will have a favourite idol... And when the time comes, there will be a new idol who's younger, fresher, sweeter, hotter, better, cuter. And you will stop caring for the previous idol.
"Sooo hot... Do you wonder why I'm typing slowly now?"
"I know her address."
"Wow she is cuteee...."
"TAKE ME WITH YOU!"
"MARRY ME"
are texts from a forum. Sua, a straight A student is listening to music. "Candy Scar". Sounds familiar... Anyways! Mizi looks over from her desk to behind her. Her hair drifts past the seat she's in and onto her back. "Sua unnie, can you help me tie my hair? I wanna practice again for the idol audition!!! " Mizi focuses on suas eyes. Sua wonders, is she really set to be a kpop star? "Sure, mizi. Our graduation is coming in 3 weeks... Didn't you say you wanted to match phone keychains to celebrate it? Let's go to the mall after school. " Sua says gently and softly, just like how she's braiding mizis hair.
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"STOP IT. IM FINE! I DONT NEED YOUR LOUSY CARING FOR ME! MAYBE THATS WHY IM MORE POPULAR THAN YOU!"
Tears receeded from her eyes to the cheeks. The dam of tears broke and her tears were trickling down her cheeks in twin rivulets. Her shouting subsided. She realized what she just said. What has she done?
"I'm not some beggar you can take advantage of! JUST... just.. LEAVE ME ALONE!" Her outburst was sudden, almost like light speed.
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"Sua unnie!! let's go be kpop idols please!!!" Mizi raised up her phone and showed her the kpop idol audition.
Sua got dragged into this mess by mizi. She had been living with mizi since middle school.
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"HOW DARE YOU TAKE BACK TO ME!" a slap echoed in the halls of the manor. Mizi might have been rich, but definitely not in life.
"oh gosh mizi.. what have I done? Your perfect pretty face is... Ruined.! WHAT SHOULD WE DO?! " A tall mother, stood towering over the middle school daughter, who was ready for another slap. "Oh no... Mizi, what have you done. You just HAD TO MAKE ME ANGRY ENOUGH TO SLAP YOU! LOOK AT YOURSELF. YOU LOOK HIDEOUS!"
"I HATE YOU! IM FINE! LOOK AT ME! WHY WONT YOU LOOK AT ME! AM I TOO UGLY FOR YOU? A SLAP CAUSED BY YOU MADE ME UGLY! JUST LIKE HOW I WAS BORN! I DONT NEED YOUR LOUSY FAKE CARING FOR ME. LEAVE ME ALONE!" The front door got roughly opened and slammed shut, leaving the light coming from only the windows. Mizi ran in the rain, her knees covered in wet mud and scars because of her falling into a mud pit. Her clothes were disheveled and messy due to her running. She wouldn't stop running. No, she would never stop, she would never stop running from her problems. Her hair was stuck to her wet skin, occasionally floating in the air due to her running. She stopped. The one who opened the door wasn't her mother, it was Sua.
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