Make me cry for 140 akorns.

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LMAO. I'm not crying tho.

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all you faves will disband one day

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including my faves aswell

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Cherry bullet and Oneus might disband

That's sad. Oh well. I won't cry right now.

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I'm getting more secondhand embarrassment, you know? Hosts were dicks tho, ngl.

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why are there so many

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who hurt you so much that you became so emotionally voided, you have to come to a forum to cry?

no I'm just bored. It's fun to cry.

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whaddya think?

There's so many. So much scrolling

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So bumble-bunny did I make you cry?

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ok, another try

look in the mirror

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My hair is ugly but not ugly enough to make me cry lolol

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You asked for it flop

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Imagine-

imagine waking up at the crack of dawn when not even the damn roosters are awake. Imagine having to train for several hours at a time at dancing and singing. Maybe even rap.

Imagine having to fit school into your already jam-packed schedule. Imagine having to work your ass off everyday for years, not knowing if you’re ever going to debut.

Luckily, you somehow do.

But, the netizens hate you. They call you ugly, sling insults at you about your dancing and singing. They praise your less-then-talented group members, purely on the basis of their visuals.

You feel invalidated. What about the years of work you put into being an idol? What about all the other people you managed to beat in auditions? You knew you were talented, you had to be, but doubt trickles into through your mind.

You don’t know anymore.

Your parents finally call, proud of what you have accomplished. You smile, tears dripping down your cheeks as you realize you haven’t seen them in months.

You ask about your siblings. You gasp as you see how tall they’ve grown. Your sister tells you about the 100 she got in math, and your brother excitedly explains how his soccer team won the championship this year.

Time flies by, and before you know it, your manager demands you get off your phone. It’s time for vocal training.

You knew you would be separated from your family, but you didn’t know just how much it would hurt.

You met someone, someone who you hit it off with. Someone who made you feel happy and cheerful and whom you loved with all your heart.

For a few days, you thought that just maybe life wasn’t all that bad.

You scroll through your phone, aimlessly, until you see your face plastered across a website. Right next to your S.O

The next few hours were a blur. Your manager was yelling at you. Your members were yelling at you. Your CEO threatened to kick you, as well as your younger sister, out of the company. You could handle that, but you didn’t want to ruin your sister’s idol career before it had even started. You loved her.

You break up with your significant other. They leave the company. You never are to speak to each other again.

You don’t understand where everything went wrong.

You’re sitting in the dorm, alone. All of your other group members went out, for a night of fun, but your manager has decided to make you stay home due to your recent scandal. You understand where she’s coming from, you really do, but you can’t deny the anger burning through your veins.

It’s not fair. All you wanted to do was fall in love. What was so bad about that?

You bury your head in your knees, a sob tearing out of your throat. Your phone rings, and you look up, rubbing at your puffy eyes. Picking up your phone, you glance at the text message you received.

You cover your mouth, pulse racing. Someone starts pounding on the door. You run into the bathroom, lock the door, and curl up in the shower. You close your eyes, a prayer slipping through your lips.

You call your manager. She’s not picking up. Gritting your teeth, you call the police. You whisper your address to them, as the pounding gets louder.

They said they would be there. They weren’t. You text your parents a final message.

You don’t know what was going to happen to you. And as tears slipped down your face, you hoped it wouldn’t be too painful.

Today was comeback day. You adjust your mic as you get into position. You still feel sick from the incident the month before. There’s nothing to worry about. Your saesang was arrested and put into jail. Your company made sure of that.

But you still remembered the paralyzing fear that smothered you as you curled up in the bathtub. You couldn’t be alone anymore without breaking out into a cold sweat.

You felt scared, every moment of every day was terrifying. You had started to take anxiety medication the week before, but you kept lying about losing the bottles.

After all, you were pretty sure it wasn’t exactly healthy to take as many pills as you were, but it made you feel better. And that wasn’t something that happened very often to you.

You shake off your dark thoughts, raise your hands into your starting position, and flash a bright smile at the audience. Your new song starts to play, and you try to lose yourself in the music.

But you’ve already lost yourself, the moment you were accepted into this industry several years ago.

You can’t do this anymore.

You can’t handle the way trainees stare at you, whispering about all of your so-called scandals.

You can’t handle the way your own group-mates despise you, and gossip about you when you aren’t around.

You can’t handle your CEO always hanging around when you practice dance, and his leering gaze that makes you want to rip off your skin and shove it down his throat.

You can’t handle the way you have to hide the bruises every time your manager sinks her nails into your arms, telling you that you aren’t worth anything.

The final straw was your sister. Your little, innocent, sister. The same sister who told you, straight up to your face, that she didn’t want anything to do with you. Who said she was ashamed to be related to you.

It hurt. Everything hurt. You couldn’t do this anymore. You never could.

You touched the rope wrapped around your neck, closed your eyes, and kicked off the stool.

And finally, all the pain was gone.

Now akorns flop

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Just gimmie the akorns

Actually, they should go to my teacher, who assigns way too much work

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BOO!!

cute

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EXO aren’t actually coming back this year except for a duty free shop video

wouldn't be shocked ngl. We've gotten nothing so far