Crude Play
Description
“This is why we never get along.” You hop off your bed, attempting to walk out of the room but she grabs your arm.
“Honey, we never get along because you’re always stuck in here – singing and wasting your time and daydreaming about that man!” She points at one of the posters that is currently on the verge of falling off your wall, you jerk your arm from her hand and you walk out of your room. You run down the stairs and you brush past your father and you’re out the door before he can ask you what’s wrong.
Foreword
“The man you see in those videos, pictures and those stupid profiles you read about him isn’t the man you think he really is because no one is perfect. You’re 16; you haven’t seen what life does to people.”
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“That Nam WooHyun?!” He shouts and you wince.
“Yes!” You snap. “That Nam ing WooHyun. Crude Play’s Nam WooHyun – does his name ring a bell or what?” Sarcasm drips in your words like a waterfall. He put his hand over my mouth. He touched me. He freaking touched me and he spoke to me!
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“…I don’t care about her ing dreams. The had the nerve to dump me for her job,” You hear him say annoyed, you can’t help but want to hear more, not because you love to eavesdrop but because his voice is addicting. You’ve heard it somewhere but you can’t remember where."I gave up a lot for her, Gyu."
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“Take a shot?” You flinch when he glares at you; you turn away and pick up the baking powder next to you. You read the title to make sure it’s what you mother wants, it is. You place the box in the almost filled shopping cart and sigh. “Did you?” You ask desperately.
“…” He looks away from you and you know that he broke his promise. “It was just one shot.” He mumbles.
“WooHyun,” You say his name softly and on the verge of bursting out into tears because of how hurt you feel and how scared you feel for him.
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Heroin addict.
Warning
Fail grammar, foul language, fail humor, clichè? etc
Note
Hm.
SFN's warning
Do Not Plagiarize. That's an order, follow it.
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