twice x reader one-shots

Mina x Reader: She Was Pretty

a/n: this was my first one shot written. enjoy

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Y/N's POV:

People that I've run into and met have all said the same things about our lives here on Earth. They say that life is full of surprises. How life is so spontaneous and unpredictable. That you never know what's coming next. And that life itself is never boring and will always be intriguing.

I understand that life is a precious gift and all, but can we regret our existence as well? As humans, we have the right to voice our opinions, correct? Some religions may call it blasphemous to regret a gift that God had blessed you with. But I could care less about what he'd think about on this matter.

Right now, I'll yell at the top of my lungs for the whole world and even for the Heavens to hear about what I have to say about life. And I'd yell about how much I hate my life with a burning passion.

What's the reason that I hate my life so much? Well that answer is simple, really.

I hate how spontaneous life is. I hate how I don't know what's the next thing to come. I hate how life doesn't follow a single course and you'll go through ups and downs. I hate how I have to play with the cards that life dealt me with.

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But most importantly, I hate how life gifted me with happiness and love through a woman named Myoui Mina. And I absolutely hate life even more when it had decided to take her away from me too.

It has been a few months since I last saw Myoui Mina. I've just felt empty inside for these last few months. For me, life isn't intriguing as it used to be. It's boring and I feel as if I'm an empty shell at this point. Like I'm a shell of someone that used to be so happy.

To keep myself distracted from the sorrow that I felt that day, I try to work as much as I can. While it barely helps me, it does keep my mind off of her for many hours at a time. Tonight, I had just gotten off of work and had finally arrived at my apartment.

"I'm home..." I muttered to the desolate void of my apartment.

I don't understand why I talk to the void when I know that no one would greet me back. Maybe I'm hopelessly wishing that if I called out to the void, then Mina would run and embrace me like she used to when she was here.

That's why they call things like this hopeless wishing. Because no matter how much you wish for something to be true, you have to eventually accept the fact that it'll never be true. It's just the way how the Heavens planned it.

After eating an unappetizing meal and quickly taking a shower, I walked back into the living room. I headed for the cupboard, where I stored my alcohol, to drown my sorrows once more for this week.

Grabbing a small alcohol glassware, I poured some whiskey into it, only to drink it all seconds later. The whiskey burned my throat as it went down, but it didn't matter because I just wanted something to numb this pain I felt.

Taking a few more shots afterwards, I could feel that I was drunk once again. My head became dizzy, my words were slurring, and my cheeks had faintly became red.

It was already 11:11PM by that time and I was slowly looking at the many novelties that I had in my possession. As my eyes looked through each item, my gaze fell onto one thing in particular and I couldn't help but uncontrollably sob as I saw it. Just by looking at it, memories about her started to play in my mind as I held it close to my chest.

"M- Mina... hic... you were s- so... hic... pretty..."

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