forum BTS roleplay. this does include some topics you might not be comfortable with. *read at your own risk
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"practice is going good, we might wrap it up a couple minutes early. I have to go now, so I'll call you when practice ends, okay? Love you!" He says and blows a kiss to the camera.

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Lana immediately slipped out of little space. She was angry. "Why didn't you tell me you were famous?? When did that happen? When did you find out about the tour? What about our band? We just found a manager who was gonna get us signed! What about that, huh? Did you forget? You know what? I'm hanging up. Goodbye Maria." She stormed. She walked into the living room and grabbed her stuff. Right before she walked out the door, she turned to Kris. "Talk to Maria. She forgot about us." And with that she walked out the door and straight home to lock herself in her secret room.

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Maria's phone slipped from her hand, crashing to the floor. She hadnt forgotten. She wanted the band to happen. That's why she was doing this. It was so they could raise enough money to pay for a manager, props, stages, dorms to stay at. She sits down, curling her knees to her chest.

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Lana knew she was overreacting. She knew she was supposed to be happy for her, but right now that was hard. Maria's keeping secrets had somehow triggered a PTSD episode. She entered the bathroom that she kept locked most of the time and flicked on the light. The sink was covered in dry blood and razors. She choked back a sob. "Why do I do this to myself? Why is it so hard to stop?" She asked her tear stained reflection before pressing the cool blade against her hot skin.

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Maria ignored the calls, crying into her arms. She was so sad, so angry with herself. She just wanted to scream and throw something, or hide and never come back.

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Lana. No. You can't do this. She thinks to herself. She drops everything from her shaking hands and runs to her secret room. She curls up in her hammock and sobs quietly, ugly tears streaming down her face.

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"Food. Food and crayons makes life much more bearable." She announced nonalchantly to nobody in particular as soon as she had calmed herself down. She walked into the kitchen and grabbed the rest of her cheesecake from the other day. She walked into her movie room and decided on watching a horror movie marathon to make herself feel better.

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Mar walks quietly down the soaked streets. She looks around, making sure the road was safe before walking across. She hears a screen and looks up to see bright headlights looking towards her.