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A journey of scenarios and insta posts of Kim Y/n the famous K-pop Soloist and Her brothers who are also in a worldwide famous K-pop boyband...
Get to know abt y/n and how her life changes when she becomes an K-pop solo...
Requestedby: AV_Fanfictioncutie_kookie_404 ____________________________________ (Warning⚠: This chap will contain some triggering scenes. So if u feel uncomfortable than I request u to not read this) ...................................................... (Date: 19/12/18)
*Y/n's pov*
I lay on my bed lifelessly as I stared at the ceiling blankly. Tears streaming down my face.
I sobbed as I looked at the hate comments I've been getting these days.
I sobbed as I curled up in a ball. I got up as my phone vibrated. I looked at it.
My manager had dmed telling me to come to the company for the dance and vocal practice.
I sighed and got up heading towards my bathroom. I pick out a long sleeved dance fit and changed into it.
I didn't wanted to show my scars to everyone. And as it was winter no one would even mind it or notice it.
I washed my face and made a ponytail.
I wore my sneakers and got out of the dorm and getting into the car, as the driver drove off to the company.
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(ur dance fit)
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(Time skip)
*Y/n's pov*
I was tired. Tired from this cruel world. I breathed heavily.
I sat on the cold floor tiredly after doing the dance practice continuously for almost 6 hours.
I gulped down the water which was in my water bottle.
I was hungry but thought of starving myself coz my fans think that I'm getting a lil chubby these days.
I want to look the best in front of them. The plus point of my starving idea was that oppas r'nt here.
Yup! They r in America for their m/v shooting and interviews.
They didn't knew abt the hate I was getting nor knew that I was depressed.
It's good. All r too busy...who would even care if they got to know abt it.
I sadly chuckled.
I got up and grabbed my mini backpack. I exit the dance room.
Before getting in my car I grabbed a small bottle of lemonade to keep me energized.
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Time skip at the dorm:
*Y/n's pov*
I sat on my bathrooms cold floor restless with a blade in my hand making an art on my body.
I call it art! My art! I carved it so beautifully on my thighs. I stood up and looked at the body length mirror.
