And it is with great pleasure, my dear readers, that I intimate to you this news: playboy Kim Jaejoong of JYJ fame and flavor of the month Oh Eun-jae have finally split up.  We knew it was a rocky relationship from the start, and let’s face it, we were all practically counting down the days – but fans whose bias in JYJ is pretty boy Jaejoong may now rejoice!  Oh Eun-jae, after all, was a mere fan as well…  
KYS

My boss punctuates his reading of the news article by flinging a stack of papers off his desk.  I’m not sure how dramatic it was meant to be, but the sheets scatter not one foot from his table almost anticlimactically.  Without saying a word I stoop to gather them up again, while he fumes to himself.  “How the hell is this woman getting all this information before we do?  Before long no one will be buying our magazine because of her and this goddamned website!”

I rearrange the sheets of paper on Mr. Song’s desk, sympathetic but knowing fully well that no answer would appease him.  Ever since that idol gossip website KEEP YOUR SECRETS popped up last month, magazine sales have been going down, and though Sparks still has the lion’s share of profits in comparison to almost any other celebrity magazine in South Korea, it still gets under Mr. Song’s skin.  I can’t blame him.  KYS – the site, and its writer, if the initials she signs her posts with are to be believed – has one-upped him and the Sparks staff on every major scoop in the past month.  It’s actually quite impressive.

Of course, I can’t really say any of that aloud.

“It’s such a shame, sajangnim,” I say instead as I file the paper away in a folder, hoping that he’s calmed down enough to not toss it again.  I sneak a peek at him.  He doesn’t look too calm.  Beads of sweat dot his furrowed brow, making him look older than he really is.  In truth, sajangnim must not be over forty-five, but when you’re the editor-in-chief of one of the most successful celebrity news magazines in South Korea I suppose there has to be some downside.  For him, it looks like it’s the stress.  His tie is a little undone and his shirt rumpled, like he’s been here since last night trying to make sense of everything that’s gone on.  There are dark circles under his tired brown eyes and I couldn’t help but feel largely responsible for them.

After all, I am KYS.