Thirty Two: Key
Lost You
I face the glass wall, looking at the view of the city outside. The sky was a deep shade of violet due to the lights of a city. It looked just like Tokyo. But it could be fake. Unreal. Maybe what I saw as Tokyo, was actually Taiwan. Or Jakarta. I could be anywhere in the world right now, except Japan.
‘Your life is a lie.’
SM dresses us up in designer clothes like dolls. ‘Diva’. ‘Almighty.’ Words to describe Key. Not Kibum. But then...who was Kibum? Could Kim Kibum dance like Diva Key?
‘Your fans aren’t real.’
It was true...I’d thought about this even before T.O.P hyung brought it up. These people that called themselves fans. specifically Shawols, what are they fans of? They fight over us, try to get our attention. Say they love us. But they don’t know us. No matter how many facts they look at, they find out our heights, have biases, say ‘Happy Birthday’...but they have no idea who we are, who I am. How can they love me when they don’t know me? The only thing they could possibly love is the way we look, dress, or act. Nothing else.
‘All they want is entertainment, that’s what you deliver to them.’
I was a delivery boy. SM’s personal delivery boy. Make the fans scream, get more to come to the next concert, and bring in the profit. I was being used for Material gain. And even then it wasn’t
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