S. Kawai
S. is 23 years old.
She is the Lead Singer of Kill V. Maim.
S. is also known as "miso soup".
S. is located in London at Black Room |London|.
S. likes to rest during off hours and is trying to compose music in order to get ahead professionally.
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still here, still yours.
Two months had already passed, and what was supposed to be just a performance had taken on deeper and more sentimental overtones. Kisses for the cameras turned into furtive touches behind the scenes. But not everything was pretty.
Seojun was intense, and at first, that intensity was passionate and captivating. He listened to every word Sun said, touched him gently, called him every night. Sun thought it was cute. A little too much at times, but still, comforting.
Until that day.
An old friend from the road visited him. They hadn't seen each other in almost a year, and the conversation soon dragged on to an afternoon together shopping. Even though he wasn't the biggest fan, Sun had that way of drawing people closer.
When they said goodbye in front of the hotel, he touched Sun's shoulder with a smile, and Sun smiled back, head slightly tilted. Seojun watched everything from the window. Sun entered the room, took off his shoes and laughed at some memory. Seojun was sitting at the table, twirling a glass between his fingers.
"Who was that?" He asked, without looking at Sun.
"Ryouta. He's a friend. It's been a while since we last saw each other."
Seojun stood up slowly, the glass in his hand. "It seemed more than that. You laughed. In a way you've never laughed with me. Do you like him?"
Seojun turned to the side before he could say anything, the glass slipping from his fingers. Maybe he wanted to throw it at the wall. Maybe he was just trying to look threatening. But the glass didn't fly far, it hit Sun's face. A thin cut opened on his cheek, and Sun put his hand to his face, feeling the warm blood running down his fingers. Seojun was quick to approach, and act as if it was Sun's fault for not moving.
But he just stood there, as if he didn't know whether to stay or go. His heart was beating fast, but it wasn't with love. It was fear.
Posted 4/30/2025, 1:00 PM
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