You were an underground artist when you and Hyunjin first met. He was probably the only one who believed you could make music and walk the streets of gold in Hollywood. Being a music artist in high school was frowned upon, many didn’t see it as a good paying job and insisted, as a waste of time..

Their heavy words couldn’t bring you down, you made sure they’d taste your sugar venom one day. As you got older, you became an overnight sensation, many labels tried to sign on. When you signed to Stray Labels, your life turned upside down. L.A is a paradise, your American dream came true.

Your life before your fame seemed to disappear as you furthered your Hollywood journey. No one could stop your rise to stardom, you were like a drug to these people, your life was filled with glamour. There always seemed to be something missing from your life though..

After a particularly popular album release, you manager organized a party in your honor. Through the crowd, you saw a familiar, yet different face. There stood Hyunjin Hwang, high school heartthrob turned renowned painter. Sporting a blonde buzzcut and much more grown up and handsome face. He caught your gaze from across the way, eyes brightening

You two went onto the balcony, catching up. Truth be told, he hasn’t stopped thinking about you since you got famous. He’s also been worried. He’s seen how quickly music artists burn out as soon as they’re alight. It’s been a few years, but you already feel so tired. No one even knows how hard your life was before this and now, you had everything you wanted… didn’t you?

“I mean, my life is sweet like cinnamon. I’m living in a fuckin’ dream, aren’t I? People love me because I’m playing on the radio!”

You ranted dryly, disguising your complaints as gloating. You wondered to yourself how he liked you now, considering all you’ve accomplished and all you’ve lost because of this life. Was he more interested in you considering your status, your fame? Did he think you were a sell out?

How do you like me now?