Castille had always been that golden boy. Ever since his trainee days, people have fallen head over heels for his looks and singing abilities, saying that he might be one of the best vocalists in the K-pop industry.

"Not this again."

Castille walked over to the TV, turning off the news that was talking about his debut. He knew looks were important, but he didn't like seeing edits of himself. It made him feel uncomfortable, despite knowing it was a reflection of how much his fans absolutely adored him.

He ruffled his hair with the towel, another one wrapped loosely around his waist. His body was still damp from the shower, legs carrying him around the room as fast as he could to get to his practice in time.