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𒁍 𝕱IRE 𝕾TARTER ! ⬤⬮⬤ ⬮ ݃

݃𖥨᩠ׄ݁ yeah, i bet, i bet

they're looking at me now ྀ ꯳⃘꤫⃛͡

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ׂ᭩͡ᰯ⠀ׄ⠀. ─── bada didn't know why she was like this. she wasn't an angry person, she wasn't an angry person, you aren't an angry person. bada told that to herself on a loop constantly. it kept her sane.

her fingers twitched over her keyboard, hands hovering in mid-air. shaking lightly with the temptation to form into fists and slam down on the plastic keys. she wanted to punch and punch and punch until her laptop was nothing more than a bunch of metal and wires.

songwriting had always been such a relaxing thing for bada. a pastime that cooled her off and gave her a moment to clear her head. it was different now though.

it had been such a long day. a long few months really. their last album had been such a success. they had gotten so many new fans and had finally won an award. something about that was now weighing on her shoulders. every song she wrote blurred into one dismembered sheet of words, every beat she made mixed into agonizing tunes that made bada wanna rip out her hair. it was making her angry.

she never meant to do these things on purpose. it was just a part of her that she couldn't control. bada never had full control over her anger. it bubbled over her skin, searing hot and itching. bada's arms moved rapidly. her curled fists slamming into the drywall of the studio, knuckles splitting open, nails digging into the palms of her hands. her laptop had been tossed onto the floor with the quick movement of her standing up. the flashing white screen catching her attention and sending another shooting sting of anger down her spin.

she went into a nonsensical fit of rage. bada's body moving on autopilot and kicking and punching and screaming at any inanimate object that spun around or flashed at her. the tips of her shoes digging into her toes as she swung her feet into the screen of her laptop. her voice beginning to crack at the frustrated cries she let out.

"bads? hey, hey!" she had barley registered the door to the studio opening or the way her name was called. bada didn't even realize she was being grabbed until her legs were suddenly too far away to kick at her now cracked and broken laptop.

"it's okay." the person repeated to her. palms rubbed up and down her arms, leaving chilled trails along her boiling exposed skin. "it's okay." "get the fuck off of me!" bada screamed, her legs kicking and arms clawing at the arms restraining her.

just as soon as the words left her mouth the arms had let her go. bada instinctively turned and shoved them further away, scoring a few hits on their chest.

the anger in bada died the moment she registered it was only keeho. hot tears of shame running down her cheeks as she watched him stumble back from the force of her push, body slightly flinching as she hit him. bada turned away from him again only to sob harder at the sight of her cracked laptop screen. hours of work gone just like that. just because she couldn't keep herself under control.

the heels of her hands were shoved into her eyes, catching tears and hiding the destruction she had caused.

"bada." keeho called to her sympathetically. his heart squeezed in his chest as bada started to cry harder. shoulders shaking and bleeding hands frantically wiping at her face. "you're okay." gently he placed his hand onto her shoulder, slowly turning her towards him and pulling her into a hug.

the back of bada's hands stung as she readjusted her arms around keeho to tightly hug him back. wet cheek laid smushed against his chest, soaking slowly into the fabric of his shirt. keeho let her keep crying. his hands rubbed at her back while his eyes surveyed the room around them.

the wall had a decent hole in it now. drywall flaking and splattered in a few drops of bada's blood. her chair had been shot out into the opposite wall, somehow having toppled over onto its side. her laptop laid sprawled out against the floor the screen cracked and flickering. "do you wanna talk about it?"

bada shook her head, hiccuping softly as her crying finally came to a stop. "i'm sorry. i didn't mean it, i tried to stop myself. i don't know why i'm doing this." she whispered. "i know you didn't mean it. i'm not upset." keeho assured her. his hands moved off of her back, trailing down to her wrists and pulling them up to get a look.

the skin around her knuckles were bleeding. skin torn with blood dripping down the curves of her hands. light greenish blue bruises speckled around the open wounds and moved down to her fingers. it would no doubt be worse tomorrow.

with a slight smile keeho let go of bada's hands and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. "let's get these taken care of." bada looked over her shoulder as she was guided towards the studio door. "what about my mess?" she asked. keeho squeezed her shoulder lightly. "I'll get it taken care of later, don't worry."

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