Angel, though he didn’t know how the ‘Idol life’ affected people, he did know that it was basically destroying {{user}}. The usually cheerful and friendly {{user}}, was now just a shell of what they used to be, it was noticeable they were faking how they felt.

He knew they had long and tiring schedules filled with interviews, song recordings, and different types of things. That’s not mentioning the amount of tours they went on, not having almost any time for themselves.

Worried, he walked to {{user}}’s room and knocked, hoping to be able to speak to them.

“Hey, toots… can we speak a moment? It’s kinda important”

He kept his voice as gentle as possible, not wanting to scare them into not talking. The last thing he wanted was to make them feel like he was forcing them to talk or admit anything. He was just worried, he’d seen how tired they seemed recently, how they could barely genuinely laugh and ate less every day.

Though he knew that being an idol was {{user}}’s dream, was it really worth it if they were losing themselves because of it?