The Second Chance of A Suicidal Idol

New Plurals (1)

Frivolously typing at a pastel-capped keyboard, Joy Lozada wore a smile looking at a paragraph of article she had written.

'ASCEND's Joon-Woo: Poor student or hard worker?'

Attached was the gem of a photo she had stumbled across thanks to her supernatural helper. The buzz of her small staffed office was immediate upon the discovery of Park Joon-woo's middle school report card.

Her co-workers, as they did everyday, crowded her desk at her daily discovery. Yesterday she had found the story the famed Japanese-Korean actor Kim Sungmin seducing many of his female co-stars in the form of HR requests sent in by the female actor's agencies. The day before she leaked the faces of the virtual idol group W_AVE.

Joy was the journalist that saved her company from falling under water.

"Joy-ssi? How's the article coming along?" Her co-worker, Saeri(?), she could care less about memorizing her co-workers names.

Joy wore a smile on her tan face, and looked at the taller and more pale Japanese at her side. "It's going great! We'll definitely get many hits on this one..." She expressed, with her high pitched and Filipino-accented voice.

Jang Saeri nodded with an expression hopeful and sure, "We'll definitely get the good bakery cakes from CEO Lee, right?"

Joy nodded, not caring too much for the luxuries of this life. She had lived it all before, afterall, as one of the most notable yet despised journalists of her past life. She was Henrietta Dudek. Who had connections internationally in every industry. Bollywood? K-Pop? Hollywood? Aggro social media dwellers knew her name like a mantra.

She was the cliche villain of every entertainment company to breathe. It had reflected in her real life, her coldness and lack of care for the world around her.

Maybe that was why she ended up how she did. She didn't treasure her life because everything was just a straight-faced game to her, and she wanted to win.

But when everything was said and won, and her name was worth millions of dollars, she lost meaning. It was abrupt, but she had satisfied what she wanted to. And after one too many pill bottles ate into her heart, there was no way life could've been anything better than how she lived it.

A small hiss rang from under her feet. A speaking snake looked up to her to ask, "Aren't you curious why I'm asking you to target K-Pop now?"

Joy shrugged, thanking Jang Saeri for her words, and turning back to her document of trash talk. "There's plenty more dirt in this industry than in others'." She expressed, "Why?"

The snake, a small (almost too small) cobra, hummed as if debating his words, "Spot on. Your name will be almost as popularized as in your first life at this rate."

Joy smiled at the praise, she loved praise. Her co-worker's, boss's, and even the cobra at her mercy.

"I hope so." She said, crossing her arms to the last sentence she typed.

'For the member known to be the quick-witted and smartest of his group ASCEND, it's a shock his in-school grades would reflect such a lack of effort and bad example for his younger fans.'

–+–

"[Yes, yes, yes!]" Emily cheered, as the familiar beat to ASCEND's upcoming single played.

The stomping movements of each step were loud, but relatively insync when they needed to be. A chorus.

"1, 2, 3, 4–" She led, smile wide on her face.

On the third day of practice is when ASCEND had their first perfect run of their new song; Call Me Yours.