𝐀 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 || Oshi no ko

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𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫
𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫
𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 - 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐄𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡

'Oh, so all of this was actually just a bad dream. Haha, silly me.' I thought as I regained my consciousness lying in a comfortable bed. 'I should've known, not even I am unlucky enough to get sick on the day of the dome concert. And fainting on the stage, my mind can make up such ridiculous things.'

Only when I opened my eyes and found myself in a foreign room, doubts starred flooding my head. 'This looks awfully lot like a hospital room...' More and more I started believing that none of what happened was actually a dream. I saw my phone laying on the nightstand and turned it on to see hundreds of messages and breaking news about an 'idol falling into coma on stage' or 'the exposed secrets of the star of xxxx'

"So all of this really is real, huh?" I whispered to myself, not knowing how to react to these news. Looking more into it, I realized there were 2 different main opinions about the scandal. One - the people who were still defending me, saying that I was clearly not feeling well but still didn't want to cancel the concert because of the love for my fans. Then there was the second one - the people offended by how I lip-synced, going as far as using videos of old concerts, claiming that I wasn't actually singing there either when in reality I never had to depend on any tricks like that to improve my performances. Other people started believing in those 'discoveries' while the loyal fans argued that those were either just fakes or necessary since a performance like that would be too much, even for me.

'She's definitely working way too hard. Saichi deserves a break so she can take better care of her health.'

It really took you that long to realize that your demands and wishes for even better songs, choreographies and performances were inhumane? Suddenly, it's okay for me to take a break when before you started a riot if I didn't post a picture every day?

In some weird way, it was really entertaining and amusing to read how people argued about a life that wasn't even their's. They think they know exactly what I need to feel better when they are the real reason for my misery. A long suppressed thought slowly manifested inside of my head: I don't want to give them what they want anymore.

Just when I had this realization, the door to my room opened and inside stepped my manager with a fierce look on his face. He sat down on a chair in front of the bed without saying anything. He didn't need to. His expression openly showed the frustration, disappointment and anger directed at me.

"I hope you are aware of what amount of trouble you just caused me and the whole group..." He started in a calm and calculated voice, clearly not wanting to release his negative emotions in a hospital room.

"We have to get rid of all those rumors as quick as possible, the people out there are talking about nothing else than you. Get ready, we'll drive to the studio and-" "No need to." I interrupted his planning in a sweet tone to cover up for the idea I just thought of. I turned on my phone again and opened the Instagram app. "I'll tell them everything right now so they don't have to speculate any longer."

Swiping right and then quickly pressing on the 'live' button, I was just seconds away from directly connecting to everyone making assumptions about me on the internet. "What the hell do you think you're doing?! You can't just-!" Before he could reach for my phone, I already started the stream and smiled sweetly right at him while putting one finger on my lips, signaling him to be quiet to which he obeyed.