You Can Hate Me
Description
They used to share the same dreams... And now they are sharing the same pain.
Foreword
One of the best things about being popular is being able to receive so much love from the people around you.
The majority of us like to be love of course, we seek for the approval of other people in terms of the things we love to do.
But being popular also means sacrificing some things like time and your own privacy.
Chorong almost gave up that dream. To be famous, to be one of the most popular artist in her country. But it's not easy to give up your ultimate dream.
Fans, lights, stage, music, acting... Her world is now surrounded by those things.
She thought that being famous could fix everything and could help her to be happy.
Fame.
Chorong heads towards the stage of a live music show. Taking the stage to perform in front of a thousand of fans rooting for her that day.
People are constantly pushing each other just to be in front. Everyone holding a filming device to record the singer performing.
No matter how hard it takes, people will do everything just to get noticed by their idols.
That is how Chorong sees it when she's on stage. Showing her passion, singing and dancing as the large crowd are shouting at the top of their lungs for her.
She's already used to it. People would kill for her attention.
After the performance, she immediately went to her assigned dressing room and change into more comfortable clothes.
The performance is done, her job is done. But still, she knew how people will ran to her outside for autographs and pictures.
People who will shout and scream her name just to give her a letter full of encouragement and cheesy lines.
Receiving so much love from people and yet she felt empty. The irony.
Yet, there's also a dark side of that path she chose.
Sacrificing her time for her family and friends. Losing her privacy cause in every little thing she does, a camera is directly set towards her, filming... Judging...
Her right to express her real feelings. Some fan behavior are getting out hand that can lead into pushing her, hurting her... But still, she needs to put that smile and assured everyone that she's fine. There are rude fans but she needs to move forward, ignoring them. Holding emotions back.
Her love for food, dieting is one of the nightmare she had to face during the process. Just to have a perfect body in the eye of the public.
She works day and night to perform, to practice. Dancing, singing, acting, commercials, exercise, learning english, interviews, fanmeeting, fansigning.
Almost got no time for other things. She can't even date someone.
She's trained to forget her feelings. Can be compared into being trained as a rock.
There are thing she couldn't do because she's a public figure.
Yet, whenever she remember all the things that she sacrifice, she reminds herself on how worth it those sacrifices are because it paid off.
She's living with her dreams for 5 years now... But... There is a certain sacrifice that she made 5 years ago that still haunts her.
She's not claiming herself to be a saint.
Maybe it's the conscience that is taking all over her.
"Is she doing well today?"
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Good thing about photography is the fact that you can freeze a memory. Photos can serve as the solid thing of bonds and the memories beneath them.
Images. It's like a reflection of life. You'll see how you've done, and how far you've got. You'll see how time changes people, and even yourself.
Pictures can remind us of those memories. Good or bad, even if it's a trip, a vacation, an event.
That is just one of the reason why Bomi pursued photography. She wanted to freeze time. She wanted to see if it really retain memories.
She wanted something to look back on feel the same happiness that time. Because sometimes, pictures is the only thing left.
The person she's with in the photo, is no longer around her. She's not a professional photographer way back then. All she got is a simple selca or some simple photos taken by the phone camera.
But it's enough. as long as there is something that's left for her to be reminded of that person.
"Okay, one two three..." clicks.
"You look uncomfortable." the photographer comments as the model changes her position.
"Miss, your right arm looks stiff." the photographer removes her cap and place it on the table before proceeding again.
"Retouch please." the idol's manager requested.
Bomi sighs and yet put her camera down as she goes to the water dispenser to make a coffee.
"Hey. Why so grumpy?" Her friend, Haru who's also a professional photographer asked.
Bomi didn't even bother to answer and proceeds on her business of making a coffee.
She immediately drinks it and frown when the hot liquid burns her tongue.
"Let me continue it."
"No it's okay. It's almost done." Bomi answered worriedly.
"Give me the camera Bbom." Haru insisted and Bomi can't help but to let the older girl do her work.
The awkward atmosphere in the photoshoot lessen when Haru take over the filming. And yet Bomi can't help but to feel disappointed with herself that her unnie saved her once again.
"Focus. Yoon, seriously." she whispered to herself.
Her uneasyness started when one of their staffs the television to avoid the awkward silence in the photoshoot site while waiting for the models.
The channel is on a musicshow performance where some idols are performing for their comeback title tracks.
Everything is fine until something hits her right in the feels of remembering a glimpse of memory in the past.
that once in her life.
She also dreamt to be an idol.
Being reminded of a dream that she once pursue at the same time reminded of how she failed. Looking back on that certain memory, Bomi's mind is suddenly filled with regrets.
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"it's so lonely at the bottom, I think I'd already hit my rock bottom."
" but, being on top doesn't guarantee happiness."
The night is cold, everyone seems to be sleeping, but there are two certain person brooding over the same thing, but for a totally different reason.
A/N yeahhh I'm missing them a lot... So another one... :) all pictures are credited to its respective owners <3
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