The media destroyed her life, and Seo Hye Mi seeks revenge.
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Unorthodox...
What stupid thoughts, there was no going back. The files were in read-only mode.
No modifications were allowed on Seo Yoon's life or memories; Soo Yeon was condemned to stock till saturation. The thought of seeing herself as hardware made her smile.
This state of mind was her OCD; Soo Yeon smiled more than the average citizen. The expression which hid so much became her shield. People only saw a sweet girl who pleased the eye with the crescent moon, which formed her lips.
Those who scorned her in the past would never recognize Soo Yeon. If younger, her father's traits were strong, things were different now. No one considered her cute with her Yoo Jae Suk bob haircut and sulky stare back then. No one would have bet on her beauty.
Even her mom admitted she had chosen their father for his wallet's weight, sense of humor, and not his looks. She didn't think of her children's physical appearance. Kyung Ki Hye Mi's brother took after their mother and was considered handsome. But Hye Mi resembled a sweet potato till she met him.
"You're beautiful, wait, and see; time does wonders soon. I won't be the only one to say how pretty you are."
After that, for an unknown or a partially unknown reason for Soo Yeon, put in efforts too tiny gestures here and there. Her features, which were under construction, became invested with a reaction to her mother's genes. The sulky stare suddenly appeared cute as her hair grew and descended further down her back.
A miracle, you say?
Not at all; Hye Mi had just grown up into Soo Yeon. If only he could see her now, what would he say?
"Jared, where are you?" She muttered to herself.
Seoul, GA ARTS
Hysterical Min Ha, whose eyes were bigger than flying saucers indicating she wanted to debate about the historical chamber, greeted Seon Yeon upon her arrival.
"Did you see, did you see? 대박이야! [Dae bak I ya=Unbelievable] Songi Hi got a white vote!"
"Are you surprised?"
Min Ha reflected a second before answering, "well, I thought people liked her more."
"And you do you still like her?
Do you still want to be her?
Have her nose, figure, and boyfriend?"
Min Ha's gaze darted, "well, you know how it is. She isn't recommendable now, is she? My mom told me to throw away her CDs."
So that's how it was.
In one day, no, in 5 minutes, all the love you worked hard to gain was swept away, Soo Yeon thought. Unable to contain her anger, she burst, yelling out her reasonings.
"Why isn't Song, Hi recommendable?
-Because she is pregnant, or is it because she isn't married?
-What is it to you?
- Is Song Hi your daughter or relative?"
- Do you marinate and make fermented kimchi together?
-Who are you, Kyeong Min Ha, to judge her?
- A saint, an angel, or even God?"
"Ya, Soo-Yeon-ah, what's with you today? Did you fall out of bed? Why are you aggressing me?" Min Ha complained.
"You don't have a clue of what being aggressed means. People are bulling Han Songi Hi as we speak with Twits and comments from people who say she isn't recommendable anymore. You have no idea how she must be suffering right now."
Contradiction.
Seo Yeon played such a big part in someone's destruction and defended her with such vivacity. There was no mystery around her reaction. The trauma lingered. Those dreadful moments where she was the scapegoat in the eye of the storm revived. She was seeing someone else in the same position, luring out her rage.
It's no big deal; it's part of the performance, Soo Yeon thought while inside Hye Mi was cradled to sleep.
The morning lessons went on, and every conversation involved the idol and the chamber. There had never been so many phones confiscated in a day. Everyone wanted to follow the updates.
The news came during lunchtime. After spending the whole morning apologizing to fans for having deceived their trust, nineteen-year-old Han Song Hi leaped out of her window; her last words were:
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The lobbying fans took the message for them. Seoul and South Korea were in shock. Korea's little flower was gone. They forgot the hatred; Song Hi escaped even in death. Her message resonated in everyone's mind, she loved them, and now she was no more.
Everyone in the 5-star canteen of GA observed the giant TV screens where the volume rose to its maximum. Only Soo Yeon continued to slurp on her noodles, stopping when the stares became too persistent. Take one action; the time had come for Soo Yeon to use the skills crafted in drama class. As expected, her stomach gave her an immediate reaction to muscular cramps.
"Sorry, Min Ha, I'm not feeling well," Soo Yeon said, getting up and leaving all the students in a trance in front of the screens.
Once outside, she sunk to the floor against the wall, Min Ha followed, and other students gathered to help her.
"Poor girl, Song Hi's death must have shaken her up," passing students said.
Stupid people, as if! Soo Yeon thought, yet she wasn't faking being on well. Her stomach churned, Min Ha helped her to the toilets passing students who cried in the hallways. Some were alone; friends surrounded others, and their boyfriends hugged others. Some fanboys in touch with their feminity cried openly.
What a sight, what a thrill, what a shame! Human nature is the most versatile thing.
These people were the worst, and Soo Yeon led the way. She finally earned the title which her once best friend had bestowed upon her. This thought made the girl vomit her lunch.
Why was she in this state?
The hit list was one man short and left without its Queen-B.
Looking at her reflection in the mirror and seeing her white face drained by the food she had puked. Soo Yeon realized she relieved both her stomach and consciousness. Her conflicting personalities had played on her, but it was for the better.
"I'm sorry, Soo Yeon, I didn't know you liked Songi Hi that much. How I regret what I said this morning if only I'd known she'd go as far as killing herself," said Min Ha while sobbing.
"It's okay; none of us would have imagined something like this would happen," Soo Yeon replied, taking her crying classmate in her arms and locking her in a hug. It was more than what Soo Yeon foresaw.
Kuré, you were right. In-Soo, I'm a bitch; Soo Yeon thought while looking at the reflection of herself hugging Min Ha. Lips curving slowly and delicately, she couldn't help it. It was impossible to resist the desire to smile.
And she wasn't the only person happy, somewhere in Seoul; another voice elevated, "good job Black Moja, I raise my glass to you."
