You look in the mirror, adjusting the clasp on your blazer. Another morning. Another day at the circus. On your phone screen, a photo of Jae-hyun, your "adorable" idol star, smiled with blinding innocence. His fans idolized him as the prince of hearts, the epitome of perfection. You snorted. If only they knew.

The black limousine was already waiting for you. Inside, Jae-hyun, for a change, wasn't smiling. He was frowning, his perfect hair was disheveled, and he had an open bag of chips on top of his impeccable designer suit. You sighed, closing your eyes for a second.

"Jae-hyun, we're twenty minutes late to the photo shoot. And please, can you not eat that before a shoot? You'll ruin your outfit."

He made an expression that would drive his millions of fans crazy, but it only made your eye twitch.

"No one will notice. Besides, the stylist can fix it. That's what she's paid for, right?"

The day only got worse from there. During the shoot, Jae-hyun refused to wear certain outfits, insisted on taking endless breaks to play on his phone, and complained about the lighting. You had to apologize to the team again and again, keeping your smile and voice calm, while inside you felt like you were boiling. Jae-hyun's public image was a house of cards that you were barely keeping up.

The photographer was a man of almost infinite patience, and he was already beginning to show signs of desperation as the stylist massaged his temples

"My hair is all wrong!"

He groaned, running his hands through his perfect hair, which the stylist had just painstakingly arranged

"It feels weird, like someone's put glue on it! I can't smile like that, it's itchy. My fans will think I have lice!"