Not my proudest moment
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Story based on a MV I saw a while ago song and video written and directed by the beautiful Singer Anna Akana, it's So good and decided to adapt it to SooShu just because, I don't own any right whatsoever about this video, plot or music just the pleasure of writing it for you.
I totally recommend you to watch the MV!
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Shuhua's POV It's midnight and due to my drunkeness I went out taking my bike on my way out.
I had been drinking alone since 6pm, and the reason behind the 8 bottles of soju I drank had a name and a last name and what it's the most logical thing a drunk person do? Exactly go to your ex's house, because why not, it sounded like a pretty good option to me as I pedaled to the house once I felt like mine. When I arrived to the familiar neighborhood I throw the bicycle aside catching a glimpse of the red mini cooper parked aside the sidewalk in front my ex's house. I got closer stumbling on my way but holding myself up by the car's help which was warm at the contact with the palm of my hand wondering if my ex had just gotten home? I was pretty mad at that moment, it was very rare for my ex to arrived home this late so with red eyes I walked onto its front door without being able to open it so like a burglar I spy through its window, trying to catch a glimpse of the face I missed the most in these past 3 months of "break" we were having. Imagine my surprise when through the window I see a pair of high heels neatly next to the sofa and some clothes that I did not recognize shattered on the floor.
In my desperation I knocked on the window every punch with more strength, wanting for her to wake her up and came to answer the door, which she never did, and as I keep on hitting the crystalline object it came a moment when it broke down, pieces of glass on my feet. Shocked I checked to the sides, see if somebody saw me or heard anything, and to my relief I was alone, the house all to myself, maybe she had gone out with her new bae. So angry for the situation of the unknown wardrobe I climbed inside the house and began to throw all my ex's belongings to the floor, breaking her favorite flower pot, ripping some of her best books, some pictures she had exposed at the living room, messing up her sofa and cushions and finally I teared apart a bookcase. I was so disappointed on her, she asked for a break which I give her without protest just for her to be messing around with other people, it wasn't fair, all my love was for her, how could she pay me like this after all we had been through. Those kinds of feeling clouded my mind and eyes, I wasn't exactly thinking of all the material damage I was doing I just wanted for her too see how bad she had hurted me. I walked towards her bathroom, disorganized her stuff there taking the chance to write on her mirror some
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Not my proudest moment
Shuhua's POV It's midnight and due to my drunkeness I went out taking my bike on my way out.
I had been drinking alone since 6pm, and the reason behind the 8 bottles of soju I drank had a name and a last name and what it's the most logical thing a drunk person do? Exactly go to your ex's house, because why not, it sounded like a pretty good option to me as I pedaled to the house once I felt like mine. When I arrived to the familiar neighborhood I throw the bicycle aside catching a glimpse of the red mini cooper parked aside the sidewalk in front my ex's house. I got closer stumbling on my way but holding myself up by the car's help which was warm at the contact with the palm of my hand wondering if my ex had just gotten home? I was pretty mad at that moment, it was very rare for my ex to arrived home this late so with red eyes I walked onto its front door without being able to open it so like a burglar I spy through its window, trying to catch a glimpse of the face I missed the most in these past 3 months of "break" we were having. Imagine my surprise when through the window I see a pair of high heels neatly next to the sofa and some clothes that I did not recognize shattered on the floor.
In my desperation I knocked on the window every punch with more strength, wanting for her to wake her up and came to answer the door, which she never did, and as I keep on hitting the crystalline object it came a moment when it broke down, pieces of glass on my feet. Shocked I checked to the sides, see if somebody saw me or heard anything, and to my relief I was alone, the house all to myself, maybe she had gone out with her new bae. So angry for the situation of the unknown wardrobe I climbed inside the house and began to throw all my ex's belongings to the floor, breaking her favorite flower pot, ripping some of her best books, some pictures she had exposed at the living room, messing up her sofa and cushions and finally I teared apart a bookcase. I was so disappointed on her, she asked for a break which I give her without protest just for her to be messing around with other people, it wasn't fair, all my love was for her, how could she pay me like this after all we had been through. Those kinds of feeling clouded my mind and eyes, I wasn't exactly thinking of all the material damage I was doing I just wanted for her too see how bad she had hurted me. I walked towards her bathroom, disorganized her stuff there taking the chance to write on her mirror some
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Still sad for Soojin, without inspiration cause SooShu is dead …but Suayeon is helping me to keep going.
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