*ੈ✩ 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 ‧₊˚ s. kiyoomi

𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛

For the last chapter, If you want to put yourself into the mood of our dear Shinju, there's some song you can listen to.

[Break it off- Pinkpantheress]
[My future - Billie Eilish] (I heard about drama about her honestly I don't know what's going on, so don't come for me pls :,))
[Pain - Pinkpantheress]
[Nobody - Mitski] (Of course)
[Just a waste - Pinkpantheress]
[Washing Machine Heart - Mitski]

[Passion - Pinkpantheress] (I like her a lot, its the music I choose for this chapter btw)

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The rush. It was the rush.

He clicked his tongue, annoyed by the people, walking way too slowly in front of him. I can't miss the last song, no fucking way. A pair of fingers combing trough his hair, his gaze finally searching for free seats.

"We're so damn late." He whined, the gymnasium being drowned into dark lights as a light background of music was playing.

"Not my fault." Replied the other man, walking behind him.

"Ah, there's some seats there." The blond jumped on the occasion and almost fell while making his way to the two seats.

That's gross, he thought as he felt his hand getting wet in his pockets, his eyes met the large screen, showing some rushes of videos, he couldn't tell about what exactly, everything was passing by so fast with an old effect on it, the sound being a little distorted, giving a vintage look.

"I don't think.. that I'm writing sad songs... I just write about my life, what's going on and what I went trough so.. maybe my life was just really sad." Her voice echoed lightly into the large gymnasium, earning loud screams from each cornes of the bleachers almost covering her monologue. "Kinda feel sorry for people who's listening to me, I really hope they're ok. But.. everyone can relate to a sad song, we all went trough something I guess.. and.. even if you're not feeling it as I do, well you still feel it in your own way.. and that's the only thing that matter-"

The lights finally turned on, setting a nice atmosphere as the music started playing, holding firmly the mic into one of her small hands in front of her mouth. She wasn't shaking anymore, after all it was the last song, she wasn't scared anymore.

Said I had to clear out my head
But tonight, I think I think I lost the plot instead
I said that I'd be cleared out by three
To the walls, I know they listen to me
The teachers always called it a shame
They say I don't have passion the same
As I did a few years before
They don't see the light there anymorе
They call it sad, but they're thе outside lookin' in
I mean they can't understand when they all cope with everything
And when I opened my heart in front of my friends finally
It was not what I thought, 'cause they're not there anymore

His eyes travelled her figure, dressed way too casually for an international performance in front of thousands and thousands of people blankly.

She was wearing a long and long sleeved black dress with a slit on the side, shamefully showing the fact that she was wearing her forever white shoes. Her now really long black hair rested on her shoulders and her back, contrasting with her pearlescent eyes and pink plumped lips.

His gaze stopped on her long white nails, he didn't really remembered her with long nails but it fitted her very well. Shinju was also wearing tons of jewelry as usual, again.