It'd been a day since Seo-jun dropped a huge bomb on Charlotte (not literally) and she stayed up all night thinking about it. Sure she now understood that her bitchy roommate was a K-pop idol who had to maintain her stupid reputation in order to appease her unhinged and barbaric fans that showered her with utmost affection for every small interaction. Charlotte shivered at the thought of having such fans, it was borderline psychotic to go absurd over a 15 year old girl, let alone Seo-jun.
She scoffed to herself quietly, filling up her water bottle at the metallic water fountain that awkwardly stuck onto the traditional wooden walls of the school. Charlotte slowly glanced towards the windows, admiring the misty fog that seemed to hover over the first floor of the school that hid away structures, revealing glimpses of light from the lamp posts below. Abseiling class had been cancelled due to the 'horrific' weather outside and students had to gather in the School gym to play dodgeball.
She muttered under her breath, "So that bitchy koreaboo and I have a common ground afterall."
Charlotte herself was a mini artist that uploaded a few songs of hers to social media platforms like Tik Tok and Youtube and some of those went pretty viral. She loved playing the electric guitar, each strum of its strings told a story that couldn't be told through the word of mouth, it was poetic and she loved it. Though she knew what the consequences were of being a public figure, which led her to post these songs anonymously under the name of 'Charred'. She didn't want to be like Seo-jun who had to deal with annoying fans who wanted to know everything her life entails, she wanted freedom from the stresses of being in the entertainment industry. Anyway as she walked to the girls locker room, she recalled what Seo-jun had said the night before.
