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🦊Sunoo - Trauma?😵‍💫

Thank you smmm for requesting Yeonie_moon3

TW - fainting, dizziness

Sunoo woke up feeling happy today. He didn't know why, he just did.

He got out of bed and went to get ready for the day ahead of him.

While brushing his teeth, he decided to scroll through Twitter. To his disappointment, they were all hating on him and he didn't even know why.

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Sunoo sat in the dimly lit corner of his room, his heart heavy as the world outside continued to spin without him.

Where'd all his happiness go?

(Off topic but- WHY ARE ALL OF MY SUNOO FICS SO SAD😭😭)

He continued to scroll through twitter.

The glow from his phone illuminated his face, revealing the weariness etched into his face, feeling like the weight of the world was on his back.

Each notification felt like a knife, cutting deeper and deeper into his already wounded spirit.

It turns out that rumors had exploded overnight. A vicious/unrealistic story planted by a relentless and heartless paparazzi that twisted the truth into something unrecognizable.

“Sunoo is a disgrace.”
“He can’t be trusted.”
“Unfollowing him for good.”

These words clawed onto his insides, their words seeping deep into his heart.

The rumors had spread like a wildfire, igniting a wave of hatred across the k-pop community.

What hurt the most, though, was the silence from his members.

He went to the kitchen to get a snack but they didn't even approach him, didn't even ask for his side of the story.

Instead, they looked at him with a mix of suspicion and disappointment, the feeling of trust he once felt slipping easily through his fingers.

Days turned into an agonizing blur.

Sunoo spent countless hours scrolling through hateful comments, each and every single one feeling like a fresh wound.

Why couldn't he stop?

He couldn’t understand why nor could he believe that his own friends would believe the worst of him without seeking him for the truth first.

But fear had gripped him tightly, keeping him from speaking out the truth. He didn't know why he was so scared.

The paparazzi had gotten a hold of his personal phone number and bombarded him with threatening texts that sent chills down his spine.

“Just wait and see what happens, Sunoo. You’ll regret this.”

He had felt cornered, powerless. And after days of sleepless nights and crying himself to sleep, he finally cracked.

“Leave me alone,” he had typed in a trembling message. “I’ll tell the police and my management.” The moment he pressed send, a flicker of hope ignited within him, although he was still scared.

But maybe this would end the torment.

Maybe they would back off.

Maybe.

For a few days, the messages finally stopped. Sunoo breathed a sigh of relief, feeling as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his chest.

Perhaps they had finally grown tired of him, or maybe the threat of the police had been enough.