You really didn’t know what to think. Not only did Kiseop tweet you back, he FOLLOWED YOU AND DIRECT MESSAGED YOU. And then Kevin and Eli started following you too. What the ? You don’t know how long you sat in your bed listening to your phone vibrate. Some were from other KissMe’s following and tweeting you.

“@________ OMG KISEOP OPPAR TWEETED YOU. LUCKY !!!”

“@________ so luckyy kiseop tweeted you! he never tweets me :(“

“@________ omg kiseop oppa is SO sweet, don’t you think?”

Eventually, you got tired of this, and you logged out of twitter on your phone. You tried to put it out of your mind for the Saturday. You weren’t upset or anything, it’s just that this was surreal, and you didn’t know how to react. Inside, you were fangirling for joy, but really, what were you going to do? Why would Kiseop, Kevin, and Eli randomly follow you? They seldom, almost never, followed fans. You read, and reread Kiseop’s message on your macbook screen.

“I’m here for you to talk to whenever you feel like you have no one else.”

You really felt like you had no one else. All your friends were happy with other friends, going to parties, drinking, doing drugs, having . It just wasn’t you. You were the old fashioned type girl, who dressed conservatively, rarely showing skin, preferred sneakers over heels, and liked to sit solitarily singing or writing songs. You liked the guys who saw straight to the heart, not just your s and your . Even all this twitter attention was making you feel uneasy. Could you really trust Kiseop?

What are you saying. THIS IS YOUR BIAS. This is the guy you watch in music videos, you fangirl and screech over. The guy you had millions of posters of, the guy who’s voice was your ringtone. This guy is your famous celebrity crush. And you really didn’t understand, why you? Why message and follow YOU out of the thousand fans in the world?

But he did message you. He did. And at this point, you didn’t even care if it was King Tut coming back from the dead, you just wanted to talk to someone. You sighed, and started typing.

“Annyeong Kiseop-ssi… this is surreal, i don’t know how to react… but it’s nice to know that someone wants to listen to me (read my messages). Even if he is a famous kpop idol that chose to message me out of all the thousands of fans in the world,” You stopped and laughed sarcastically at your irony. “Anyways, yeah life is bad. I’m a girl who likes to sit and write songs/listen to music. My friends like to party and get drunk. Are they even my friends anymore? I don’t know, I just don’t have anyone to call to go out for a simple coffee date or shopping spree. A coffee date could get me drugged, and a shopping spree could end up in buying ty clothes for the club. I just don’t know anymore. I love my family, but I feel like they aren’t enough. High school is stressing enough. I just don’t know anymore. Sometimes i feel like I could end it right now, and just not feel hurt or sad or lonely. I just, i don’t know. blaaaaaaaaaah asdfghjkl;asjkl;ask .”

You stared at your message, unsent, and laughed. “I’m really sending this to Kiseop? He won’t even have time to read it! What am I thinking, he doesn’t care about a random fangirl’s life, because he actually has a life. Screw this.” You selected the whole message and pressed ‘Delete’.

You stared at the white emptiness of the blank message. Tears stung you eyes, as your life came down on you causing you to break down. You dropped your head onto the table, causing it to shake. Something from the upper shelf fell off of it right onto the laptop keyboard. You looked up to see that it was an old mug you used to keep pens and pencils. It shattered on your keyboard, causing writing utensils to fly everywhere. There were pieces of shattered mug all over your keyboard. You sighed again, checked your screen, making sure it wasn’t scratched. But your screen was the least of your problems, as you saw something on the screen that made your heart thud in horror.

In falling, the mug somehow had entered the key codes for “Undo” and “Enter”.

So basically, it had undone your “delete message” and sent it.

You had just sent your life story to U-KISS Kiseop.