"I'm sorry, but you're not meeting our code with those hideous scars of yours. You cannot become a Kpop idol."
It wasn't my fault.
My scars are beautiful
They represent me.
I was, once again, being taunted about my marred skin.
You were watching me as I ran down the hall.
You comforted me when I felt like I had nothing.
I couldn't help it when I fell for you.
We went on dates.
I bought you candy floss, teddy bears, chocolate, everything you wanted.
Everything was yours.
The entire world belonged to you.
I had just bought an engagement ring.
We were laughing while crossing a dark street, late at night.
But we didn't see the sasaeng until it was too late.
I tried to stop him.
I caught his wrist, the pocket-knife inches from your head.
I pushed him away with all my might.
But he took out a gun.
Held you tight in his arms.
You were mouthing the words I long to hear now.
'I'll always love you.'
"NO!-"
Click.
Thud.
Goodbye, my dear Solar.
YOU ARE READING
Mamamoo Oneshots
FanfictionOneshots I make when I'm bored or just creative. Gender neutral. I don't own any photos I may use. I'm also not gonna tag people, so don't expect anything.
