My life changed when I decided to live in South Korea to study the language there and continue to have music as my interest. I studied it ever since middle school when I got into the culture and music. Music has always been my interest and my hobby was to compose songs. It was always my dream job.. Now I’m stuck at S.M entertainment as a composer there. Well, it’s not horrible but there is a person that makes it seem like I should have never accepted the job there.

His name is Kim Jong In.

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He stepped closer to me, leaving only a cm apart from our bodies. My hands were sweating just thinking of what would happen next. He glanced at my lips, cupping my face with his cold hands. Was this really happening?