Your stupid agency.
As soon as you were discharged and limping around on crutches, you were doing that limping from place to place. No rest. Always media attention.
And Se-ri.
The media had a heart of steel. No sensitivity for the softness of a true human heart.
"This is...this is a very, very fragile and tragic topic, but the media need to know. How do you feel about Park Se-ri's death, s/n?"
Your face was blank. Your face was cold. Everything was cold. Your other members were sending hateful glares at the media or avoiding eye contact or staring at their shoes. You were the second of those options. You didn't want to- you couldn't -answer.
Because how did you feel?
You didn't know.
You blamed yourself.
You hated that you'd survived.
You wanted Siri back.
You would trade your life for her's.
You hurt.
There was a raging fire ball of grief choking you and burning in your chest.
There was an ocean swirling and fighting you from the inside out. Tearing at your walls and mental barriers like some nightmare hurricane.
You hated this.
YOU ARE READING
UNDERWATER
Fanfiction[your life as an idol from the start to wherever it is now] "Your group was called UNDERWATER to represent where you had started, somewhere dark and lonely where no one knew who you were. Rise above the tide. 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦. You told yourself."
