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Crackle angst is killing me😔

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Boom boom new editt
Crackle angst is killing me😔

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thoughts on “gray fucking dies after dark red” aus?
Uh.... first of all, I'd fucking cry
I do cry when he almost dies in the original, but still
I also think...what if Carmen saw his dead body after regaining memories or maybe even attended the funeral it'd also be...well, great in it's own way
Also WHAT IF HE WROTE HER A LETTER PRIOR OR SMTH (because he probably knew she might try to kill him as we see from the og)
Ig I'm very not opposed to the idea, I like it, and you can tell I've been thinking about it for a while now
Thanks for the ask btw!!
The End
Nothing made sense as you watch silently from afar. Not Seonghwa’s arms around her waist, not these tears running down your face, nor did the environment of loud music and drunk people. In fact combining those things together only made the situation a lot worse, you rub at the your eyes angrily. You take a step forward to confront him, but think better of it instead you leave and take the nearest cab back home. Your sobs were the only thing filling the silence of the cab as the cab driver drove you back, “Miss, I know it’s none of my business, but are you okay?” he passes you a tissue and you accept it, blowing your nose into it still sobbing. You stay quiet and the man doesn’t dig any further, you finally reach your home and take out your wallet to pay him, “It’s okay, I hope whatever is troubling you gets better Miss.” with that you closed the door and he drives away.
Dragging yourself into your shared apartment with him you lay on the couch and continue to cry. You couldn’t help it, the feeling of betrayal, sadness, and the loneliness that set it hurt. You shift and lie on your back, staring up at the ceiling you tried to only think of fond memories between the two of you. You awake to the door opened, groggily you rub your eyes to see Seonghwa drunk. He sees you and staggers over,
“Jagi…” he falls on top of you. He smelled like cigarette smoke and your could see the lipstick stains on his neck, along with a forming bruise. He kisses you sloppily and you let yourself get dragged into it, wanted to forget the image of what you saw between him and the other girl earlier. You feel him roll off of you onto the ground asleep. His phone, on the table, lights up and vibrates on the screen it shows a picture of some girl in a skimpy bikini.
Tears weld up, realizing that tonight wasn’t the first time Seonghwa has cheated on you, against better thoughts you didn’t want to not confront the problem this time and unlock his phone and go to his messages. There you find messages dating back to two months ago, when he was on tour with the others. You look away from his phone and down at his sleeping form, your heart constricting in your chest. You don’t bother wiping the tears away this time and get up to pack your things. When Seonghwa wakes up the next morning his head was pounding, and he was confused as to why he was on the ground, instead of the bed with you. He stands up and starts for your shared bedroom, when he noticed his phone, unlocked and open on the messages still.