I stared at the obviously blinding pink book—which was designed with some kind of hearts and roses crap that it looked like Barbie puked on it—on my lap and sighed deeply. I rubbed my temples in annoyance and repeated a mantra that consisted of “kill”, “murder”, and “decapitation” as I contemplated on how fate plays cruel jokes on people. I once again turned my line of sight back to the pink book and chocked on my own spit when I noticed it had suddenly became bulkier than it had been. I opened it carefully and once again, I chocked on my spit. I slammed the book shut and looked out of the window as a slight shiver ran through my body when I saw the plane was getting closer and closer to landing.

Good lord.

What the hell am I going to do?!

Hi! A story about SUJU

Now before anything else. You might recognize this story from another author called CafeFigaro. Before you scream bloody plagarism. CafeFigaro is/was me. I posted the story in that account because I thought I didn't have an account here in AFF and when I found this account I quickly deactiavated that account and I'm going to continue writing mys stories here, in this account.

So yeah, that's it :) Hope you enjoy!

OH! And I don't want to limit myself to just SUJU. I want to Cupid up other kpop artist to so yeah, hopefully this will go well. :D

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