𝅫 sold my soul to the devil ➺ soonhoon au 𝅫

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it was unbelievable that this man crying over losing someone who sold his soul to him was the devil. 

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November 22nd-

I'm still lonely. It's my birthday too. But it's okay, I have a plan.

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The lonely 18 year old closed his journal. He was so lonely, and had been for almost his entire life. He didn't cry anymore, he didn't get sad. He felt numb and empty, like a robot that's not finished yet. He had no friends, no family that cared about him except for his mom, who was always busy. His lack of social interaction turned him into a very minimalistic and "boring" person. Not that anyone would care, because nobody knew he existed. 

He used to cry himself to sleep every night. His mom was suffering as well and didn't know how to help her poor son, so she pretended to not feel anything. He was too scared to do anything stupid, so he suffered through every day at only 12 years old. At only 12 years old he felt like nobody needed him and every move he made was useless and taking up space. Every time he came home from school, the same conversation would happen:

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'Hoonie, how was your day?'

'...'

'..Ji-'

'You know the answer. Horrible.'

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     Then he would run to his room, lock the door, and cry until he fell asleep. Eating wasn't even an option in his mind. All he could think about was how lonely and useless he was. He didn't have one friend. He wasn't even bullied, and he'd rather be because then at least one person would know he existed. 

5 years in the future, not much had changed. His mom was almost never home, but he could take care of himself now. He didn't cry anymore, he didn't constantly think about his horrible life. But today was different. He cried when he woke up. It was his birthday, he was now 18. 18 years of life, and not one friend. But that would all change tonight.

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