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"Stop! Give it back! Han Seojun give it back or Seyeon will end me!" The girl shrieked as she chased her bandmate around the apartment.

"Give it back to her, Seojun." Suho chuckled from his seat in the spinning chair that faced the keyboard.

The boy handed the sheet music over to the girl and sighed.

"Speaking of Seyeon, has anyone heard from him? After everything- he must be so alone right now." She asked the two boys, grabbing her bag after seeing the time on the clock.

"No... I'll go see if I can find him on my way home."

When Kim Lia and Han Seojun had left, the phone rang.

And it rang.

And it rang.

Until it turned off and Suho realised he had just made a mistake that he would forever regret.

✭

The taste of guilt still lingered endlessly on Lia's tongue alongside the constant throb of flashbacks that brought up memories that only added to her pain.

When he died, she thought she'd never live again. She thought she might as well die, too.

Her first love, gone, and she'd never get him back.

Kim Lia knew, in her heart, that he was up with the guardians and the angels, because that's how pure his heart was.

After he left, her heart had lost all purity.

And now, all that had become of her was the one thing she told him she'd never become.

She had turned into Badass Barbie.

Badass Barbie was a toy that they had discovered whilst on a date at the mall. It reminded them of a group of girls they went to school with and ended up conversing about it.

He had always hated those girls that walked around with bubblegum, cigarettes, high heels  and hair that looked like mint humbugs.

But that was who she had become. Lia was a girl so broken that she had turned herself into the polar opposite of her natural personality to free herself from the chains of mourning for atleast six hours a day.

Kicking her motorcycle to a start, Kim Lia started her ride to school. Her first day back after countless months of drowning in sorrow, bed linens and empty crisp packets.

No parents, no siblings and no limits.

This year would be better. Easier in fact, because Han Seojun wouldn't be there to annoy her.

The group had split apart since Seyeon's suicide. Partially because blame was thrown around constantly between the three of them and partially because they shared no social groups anymore.

She had her group of druggies and sluts that everyone secretly said "Smash" to in a game of Smash or Pass, but would never actually approach and Han Seojun had his group of wannabe ruffians that stole lunch money from the pimply kids in the back of the cafeteria.

And Suho had, as popular as he might've been, solitude.

Pulling into the school was a breeze, the same as the one that was shaking the trees on campus and through her hair when she finally freed it from it's helmet prison.