Running away from press, something normal to me. My life is pretty good exept for the occasional sasaeng. But during my whole career i have been pegged as a player, a scoundrel, a thirsty pervert. People are under the immpresion that i am actualy like that but im not. It doesent matter who i was, as long as my maneger is around he controls my present and future. I just want to live like a normal person. If you couldnt all ready connect the dots, my name is Wyld your freindly neighborhood kpop star.
As i run away from fans i dash into a random alleyway and slump down onto the floor panting tears tart to spring from my eyes as i grimanced due to sitting on top of broken glass. "What are you doing here?" a deep gravely voice says. I turn over to see a tall male sitting on top of a rusty garbage can. he is smoking a pink E-ciggarete and has a mercilless expression on his face. "Hiding." i reply trembeling. "Well join the club buddy boy." he says patting a trash can next to him. "Dont want ruin that expensive jacket do we?" He says chuckiling. He takes in another puff of smoke and blows it to the side dramaticly. "What's your name?" ugh that sounded so stupid, wouldnt be suprised if he just got up and left! "My name is Jun" jun says quickly as he puffs out smoke. "My name is-" .. "JUN get yor lazy ass in here!" a s
hort girl yells as she throws a styrofoam cup at him. "See you around crybaby." jun says as he gets up and rounds the corner. "Bye" i say even if i know that he is already gone.
