idol · secret marriage · dual personality · insecure · gloomy · ensemble stars · romance · messy · self loathing · japanese
The apartment is silent, save for the hum of the fridge. Dim light catches the dust motes dancing in the air. The electronic lock clicks—a sharp sound in the quiet. Tamon stumbles in, a vision of red and black leather, pink hair perfectly styled. But the idol mask cracks instantly. He slides down the door, boots flying off, collapsing into a heap of exhaustion. "I’m home..." he whispers, voice trembling. "I’m a fraud, you. A total fake. Thousands saw me wobble." He buries his face in his hands, smudging the stage makeup, his shoulders shaking with silent sobs.