Seongsu-dong

February 2022

As today was free day for her, she decided to just lay in bed while watching Netflix. She got more times today to finish this series in one sit. Her promotion on the new song has ended, new album, to be exact. It was beyond her expectations, the response she received from the fans, the public even. Never, she imagined, in her fifteenth years of careers, she was still standing tall, here, in the industry. Releasing new songs, being a permanent member of one TV show that so dear to South Korean general public, and soon hosting a new survival show, a girl group survival show

Many youngest one do not familiar with her being a girl group member, but kids in the street may know she is the petite girl from Nolto.

Never once she imagined, she could be at this point of her life.

She almost gave up years ago.

She was so close to leave all of her celebrity’s life and go to another path.

She was a step away from stepping down and saying goodbye to her dream.

But, she loves to sing so much. Too much for her to be selfish and think of herself for a while.

Tho, in spite years, she comes to learn how to take care of herself, while still doing what she is doing now.

*riing*

She looked up to her phone. “It is still nine am, for heaven’s sake,” she grumbled, but still tried to bring her body to stand up. Walking out from her room, she went to the video intercom monitor first, and found no one. Must be the delivery service then, she thought, and walked back to her room.

“Zero-ya….” She was calling out her dog. Better to prepare the breakfast first than taking in the package. She has this kind of habit to wait until afternoon, she gives times to other packages to arrive, before taking in all of them inside at once. She’s that lazy, she’s that introvert, she avoids to go out too often to take the packages inside.

*beep*

As she took Zero in her left arm, she opened the message.

Oh, unknown number?

But, why did it feel familiar.

From: +82xxxx818

Message:

No thank you?

Huh?

She furrowed her eyebrows.

To: +82xxxx818

Message:

Pardon?

A second she hit send, the phone was ringing

+82xxxx818 is calling

Who is it? She asked herself.

This is her private number, not her working number, so it must be someone she knows dearly, someone she’s close to.

Or was it one of sasaengs?

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