Soulmate [ ✔ ]

O6 ≡;- ꒰ °revenge ꒱

From this day on, I wage war against a celebrity named Do Kyungsoo.

It's not like I actually do anything to him. For starter...

"HE'S A PRICK, I TELL YOU!"

I tell his true demeanor to my best friend.

"Yeah. I get it..." Aera smiles weakly as she leans on my bed head.

"NO YOU DON'T! HE'S A ****! A PIECE OF ****! HE'S THE BIGGEST *****! *****! ***** ****** *******!" I continue to slander him with various curse words I learnt in 28 years of living. Aera sobs tragically.

"Girlie pop, stop. You've been saying that for three hours straight. My ear wax is melted," says Aera as she covers her ears with pillow. I grunt. Cursing him takes me a solid 3 hours, but I still don't feel satisfied at all. I need more to vent my anger!

And this is the second step of my war. Everytime I see that jerk on TV, I feel the urge to scream and punch the TV. Not that I actually do that.

"ARGH!" I scream as Kyungsoo's fake smile appears on TV. As a result, I receive a loving slap from my mom who is sitting beside me.

"You scared me! Are you trying to give your old mom a heart attack?" Mom nags while shaking her head.

"Mom! You see that man on TV?" I point at Kyungsoo who is performing with his group members. As soon as I did that, the screen switches to another member.

"Which one?" Mom asks as the screen goes back and forth between the members. Hold up. Oh gosh, just focus on Kyungsoo can't you?!

"The egg looking guy," I describe. Mom frowns.

"They all look the same to me,"

"The one in the corner- no he goes to the right a bit. Oh, he's back at the corner. That guy wearing the white shirt and black belt," I add. Don't make me stand up and point at the moving screen instead! Mom scratches her head.

"Honey, they're all wearing white shirt," Mom gives me a palm face. I sigh in frustration. Ah, I can't even spread hate to my mom!

"Anyway Mom, I've met him before. He's a piece of sheet," I say grumpily. Mom turns her head towards me.

"Really? I'm not shocked since we can't trust media," she replies half-heartily. I give my mom a side eye. That's it? I thought Mom will join me badmouth him at least. She is so passionate when badmouthing our relatives.

Onto my third step of the plan- hate comment.

"UGHHH- STOP ME TASHA!"

I ask for help by Natasha as my trembling hands reach for the keyboard. Natasha meows and clings onto me. Arghhh, I barely resist my urge to write a hate comment!

But I'm not an idiot. I know if I write even a single hate comment, I will be tracked down and tortured by a group of people who call themselves fan. It's scary how terrifying people nowadays can be. Technology.