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He's a diva. A very popular diva. A shining star. No. Brighter than the star. Greatest laughter and entertainment one can ever bring to the crowd. Widest smile you will ever seen. Deepest loneliness he will ever know. ~~~     "Yayaya!!! Where is that idiot?! Aish!"   "Oh...Seunga-ssi...I think your artiste is looking for you."   Right, who else would he be looking for, using that term and that voice? And I've just started working what...a week ago? But this is already a normal occurence that I don't even feel shocked anymore. "Ne, so...the outfit will be brought over to the studio for fitting this evening, okay? Thanks." I bowed to the assistant for a new sponsor for Kwanghee-ssi, my artiste, before rushing off to cater to whatever orders he would give.   "Water?" I offered the mineral water bottle and towel to him.   "Ya, is that all you know to do?! Did I say I want water?! Tch."   "Ommo...then, what do you need?"        "Omma, it's Kwangie! Kwangie ahjussi."   A probably five-year old looking girl pointed her finger at him while calling for her mother who i can't see, and I prayed for the mother to immediately come and save her child. Kwanghee-ssi doesn't like to be called ahjussi. Nor does he like noisy children, or anyone calling him Kwangie. Or anyone pointing finger at him.   "Come here." He wagged his index finger to the girl, signalling for her to come closer as he already bent down on his knees to match her height. Dear God, should I say something and stop him now? Sajangnim wouldn't be happy if Kwanghee ssi carelessly showed his temper again in public. But...isn't it too late?   "What did you call me just now, little girl?" Cold sweat trickled down my temple even though I should be relieved he's not shouting.   "Kwangie ahjussi." The small girl grinned toothily.   "What?" Oh no, he started raising his voice.   "Kwangieee! Kwangie ahjussi!" The girl gave the same bright response, adding volume to her voice as well, perhaps, copying him.   I waited for his response, preparing for the worst. I waited, and waited. But he said nothing. And that, was more worrying. Come on, say something.   "Oppa." I almost cried as gasp of relief escaped my mouth seeing him brushing the child's moppy hair, gently with a smile that's not menacing as he continued. "Come on. I'm not old, call me oppa."   "Ahjussi. Hee." She laughed. Oh no, she didn't.   "Oppa." He repeated still with that friendly tone, and I swear I noticed the rising anger in his voice, though he was still holding it in.   "Ahjussi! Kwangie ahjussi!" I almost charged and pulled her away from the danger she wasn't aware of, smiling right before her. But somebody was faster than me.   "Yah, you're here. Omma's been looking for...ommo, it's Kwangiee ssi!!!"   And I waited for the little bonding session between an idol and his fan to end. Honestly, we don't have time. Kwanghee-ssi's schedule is crazy. One show recording right after another, excluding his group