truthordare: I think I’m going crazy.

TheLoveAdvocate: What’s up?

truthordare: I’m starting to see things. Help me.

TheLoveAdvocate: Seriously? Have you eaten well? Slept well?

truthordare: I’ve been functioning on power naps for 72 hours straight.

TheLoveAdvocate: What is wrong with you?

truthordare: I have a demanding job that I love but can’t seem to leave. It’s like a drug. Destructive but it makes me feel great.

TheLoveAdvocate: Can’t you ask for a break?

truthordare: If you can talk to my boss for me, I’d be grateful <3

TheLoveAdvocate: Oh yeah, let me talk to him on our chat room where all you’ve done for the past few days is complain about him. That’s a great idea.

truthordare: …

truthordare: Okay, maybe that’s a bad idea.

Dasom rolled her eyes as she got up from bed, tying her hair up into a messy bun before searching for her glasses. Grabbing her phone, she opened her door to her room, poking her head out to ensure Jisoo’s boy toy was gone. Confirming it was silent and she was the only one home, she confidently stepping out in her worn out boxers and stretched out t-shirt. Letting out a monstrous yawn she began boiling some water for her morning tea before going to clean up for the morning.

As she brushed her teeth, her phone dinged constantly, another message from her readers waiting for her. But every other person would be the one she had been constantly messaging for a week. She didn’t know much about him. She just knew he was male, in the second half of his 20s, and had a love-hate relationship with his life. But what she learned through simply conversing with him was that his thoughts were constructed in a way – as if he were trained to speak a certain way.

There were moments he would break that mould, and during those moments she knew how much he wanted to be loved. He longed for the affection of those around him – the approval. There were moments he would lose his confidence and search for the attention of those around him. He was just a person looking for people to love and be loved by.

Jiyong avoided bumping into s as he weaved through the dressing room, preparing for the shoot of their next music video. Youngbae rolled his eyes as he grabbed the phone, suddenly tossing it on one of the couches as the burning metal touched his fingers. Jiyong let out a yell of protest as he went to retrieve the phone having seen that she was typing her reply. Sitting on the couch as they waited for their stylists to finish the detailing, Jiyong continued to converse with the blogger, unknowing of the judging eyes of his band mates. Seunghyun loudly cleared his throat, “Ji, I think you have to let your phone cool down now.” Jiyong nodded, quickly tapping his thumbs on the screen as he smirked, “Yeah, hyung. I will.”

truthordare: Come on; get out of your comfort zone! You feel the thrill in your stomach and your heart.

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