K/DA: Haters & Fakers (A K/DA X Reader Fanfic)

Chapter 1 - That Song

THREE DAYS EARLIER 

Y/N'S POV 

Y/N's POV

Everywhere I go, I hear them.

Everywhere I hear their voices, rattling around in my skull like a bad memory.

Everywhere I hear it.

...that same fucking song!

You know who it is, come around again

You want a dose of this, right now?

It's K/DA, uh!

I hear the song on the radio...

I'm a goddess with a blade, you're bout to hear my name-

On the train...

Ringin' in your head loud, loud, loud, loud-

In cafes...

I could take it to the top, I know you don't wanna stop-

Even on signs and billboards!

When I drop it like a bad gal, gal, gal-!

I hold back a snarl and hike up my shoulder bag as I storm down the city sidewalk, a cacophony of footsteps, speeding cars and chattering crowds under a cloudy grey sky.

Pop/Stars. Released by that pop girl group, K/DA, and if you're witless enough to take other people's and critics' words as gospel, it's one of the greatest songs ever made. Or, judging by the way that people keep playing it, Pop/Stars is the only song in existence.

The sound of the crowd and traffic picks up as I approach a three-way crossing, a bunch of babbling grade schoolers on my left and some sweaty, balding stiffs in suits on my right.

Naturally, all these music and celebrity nuts are chomping at the bit to see what K/DA are going to do next.

Now, I don't care about music. I care even less about celebrities. And the level of fucks I give about some girl group are so small, they might as well be sub-atomic.

But honestly? I almost want K/DA to release more music. Just so people can obsess over a different song and Pop/Stars can finally die.

The crossing signal turned green. The grade schoolers rush out in a fit of giggles and the suited stiffs shuffle out, mumbling. But I keep my eyes glued to the building on the other side of the crossroad.

A fifteen-storey monstrosity with a stone and metal ground floor but glass, bronze and silver panels the rest of the way up. On the tenth floor's exterior, gold and blue neon letters buzz on a jet-black billboard:

HexTalk - Always The Talk of The Town!

I shudder. I keep telling the marketing team that we need a new slogan...

A group of people hover outside the bronze turnstile on the ground floor. They're of all ages, from late teens to late thirties, dressed in flashy hipster clothes and sky-blue HexTalk lanyards, laughing like teenagers as they play on their phones.

But the moment I approach them, their laughter ceases, reduced to hushed whispers and taut, frightened faces as they watch me pass.

Oh great, it's going to be one of those days...