I think one of the main reasons I don't want to be famous is the lack of privacy. Like people suddenly feel entitled to your life. The explosion of influencers and online public figures has really warped our sense of respect and boundaries. I don't need to know my favourite internet person's daily routine or their what their private instagram full of people they've known since elementary school follow.
Like yeah, the person that sits in their dark house, with no lights and never opens the blinds is a little creepy but, the person standing at their window, yelling at them to open them, is terrifying.
"If you have done nothing to wrong, then there's nothing to hide."
Idols coming out about the diets they were on as trainees and being like "it's soooo unhealthy don't do it eat regular meals I almost DIED" but all my ED brain picks up is just like...you look great tho?? you're thin and glowy and perfect??? Like honestly, you're not doing much to convince me that ice cubes aren't a full meal babe.
imagine if kpop idols actually behaved the way their fandom do. le sserafim and ive engaging in tiktok feuds with mutiple videos replying to each other. txt and skz brawling in award shows' parking lots. sunghoon cussing sunoo out infront of paparazzi and then forced to do pr outings with him: "he's my best-friend! " bts and blackpink sending each other death threats on twitter. some produce-show participant turned idol posts a story of jihyo and kang daniel and going "umm......" somi organising weed hours at her place. what a world. where's jackson wang
I Think He Did It, But I Just Can't Prove It (Part 1/?)
A|N: This is based on the song "Nobody, No Crime" by Taylor Swift. I've been hearing her music lately, sorry about that, lol. Should I do this in parts? What do you think?
Warnings β οΈ: Murders, Best friend out for Revenge, and Marriage Affair. Let me know if I miss anything else
"Better late than never," Este laughs. She hangs her coat on the rack and places her bag on the table next to the door. She makes her way to the kitchen and washes her hands. She then grabs the utensils and sets up the dinner table as I put the food on our plates. Her sister, Dani, grabs the wine and pops it open. The air smelling like fruits with an earthy aroma. The red liquid splashes into the cup, and Dani passes them to us. We clink our glasses and take a sip, the red liquid staining my lips. I cut into my steak, and I hear Este sigh. Dani and I looked at each other.
From the moment Este stepped inside the room, I knew something was bothering her. I put my knife and fork down and looked at Este as she looked at her food, avoiding eye contact.
"What's wrong?" I ask. "Before you say nothing, remember we've known each other for so long that I can tell the differences between your sighs."
Este looks up at us, and tears make its way down her plump rosy cheeks. She wipes them away and takes a deep breath.
"I think John is having an affair," she says. "I went to the pawn shop because I was sent a notification stating that the payment for the jewelry was successfully made. I asked, and they confirmed my suspicion."
Dani and I stay quiet as we let the information sink in. Este grabs her cup and downs the rest of the wine that was left. She slams the cup down, and her hands shake, blinking away the tears that threaten to fall.
"I think I'm gonna call him out," she said. "I have to tell him I know about his affair, and we should go our separate ways because I can't live like this."
She gets up from the chair and walks to the door with a bit of sway. Dani gets up and blocks the doorway to prevent her from leaving. I grabbed her car keys from her and shook my head, letting her know that she wasn't leaving, especially in the state she was in.
"Not tonight," Dani said. "You only had one cup of wine, but you're tipsy. You've always been a light drinker, and I'm not going to risk you hurting anyone or especially yourself."
"Dani is right, Este," I say. "You can go tomorrow morning. Just stay here for tonight."
"I have to end things with him," she cries. She drops to the floor, hugging her knees. We get on our knees and embrace her. After a while, she calms down, and we pull away from her to give her some space for her to breathe, but close enough so she won't dash to the door.
"You can do it tomorrow, Este."
She looks at Dani and then at me. I nod my head, agreeing with Dani, and Este nods. We help her up from the floor and make our way to the kitchen and pour more wine into our cups. After the night is spent with laughter, music, and more drinking.
I do think the whole "whenever an idol says something that contradicts the narrative in my head it's actually the company forcing them to say it" thing has been getting a little out of hand lately...