Being a famous person in the whole country isn't a piece of cake; trust me. Between endless fan meetings, performances, and even modeling gigs, it's a constant whirlwind of activity. But hey, I'm up for the challenge. This morning, I was up at 4 a.m., getting ready for another long day. My assistant was waiting downstairs, while the maids had my breakfast ready. I dug into the food, as my makeup artist went to work, and others tended to my hair. My morning routine was a well-oiled machine, with a shower, grooming, and getting dolled up in no time.

TIME SKIPPED (He gets back home late at night by the time of 10 pm)

Later in the evening, back at my mansion at 10 pm, I was exhausted and buzzed from the cocktails that the other members had forced me to try. I was sprawled out on my bed, my head spinning a bit. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and I groggily sat up, letting my female bodyguard, Aki to come in. She stood there with a loosened necktie.

"Aki...what do you want?" I asked, still slightly dizzy.