Into You

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Ravi's POV

The lights flash as the cameras snap away. I just lean back in the wooden chair and continue to pose for the hungry photographers.

We are shooting the photos for the photo book which will be released alongside my new album.

The music video filming was postponed till tomorrow as one of the sets still isn't ready.

I wear black, leather pants with a white dress shirt. Half of the buttons are undone so you can see a glimpse of my chest. I also have a tie hanging around my neck like a scarf.

My hair is all messy, like it is when I wake up. I still don't fully understand this look but apparently the stylists said that this would be good for another version of the album. I just agreed and got dressed.

My break is nearing and I find myself hanging out for it. I've been in this chair for an hour. It's all fun and games at the start but I grow tired very quickly.

I've been a star for nearly six years but I'm still not used to functioning with so little sleep.

It takes a lot of make up to cover the bags which sit below my eyes.

I hear my phone ringing and I don't give anyone a chance to tell me to wait before getting out of the chair and heading to my dressing table, where my phone sits.

"Mother" I say tightly as I answer it. I walk into a different room and close the door so no one will overhear the conversation.

"What are you doing?" She asks me, her tone is harsh, which is understandable considering all she cares about is the sum of money which I bring home at the end of the day.

My father was a delivery boy so he never brought home much money. Mother never had a job so things around the house were cheap and we rarely had a proper meal.

Once my father died, my mother had her heart set on making sure I earns enough money to keep her on her feet. I was 15 when father died from heart failure.

She sent me to singing lessons and I became a rapper. I know I have a choice and can simply cut her off from all my finances but that doesn't feel right.

Yes she treats me like shit. But she is my mother. She raised me at the end of the day, the least I can do is financially support her.

"I'm doing a photoshoot for my new album" I tell her and she clicks her tongue, a sign that her patience is wearing thin.

"Make sure you do it so the fans will be tripping over each other to buy it. Remember they want your face throughout their houses. Make it look good."

"I know. I always try my hardest for the fans. They deserve no less" I begin to tell her but she quickly cuts me off.

"I don't give a shit about your fans. Now go back to work. I'll call you later when you are paying me."

She hangs up and I just hold the phone against my ear for a few extra moments and listen to the silence.

I take a deep breath and try to hold myself together. I'm used to her treating me like that but it still hurts sometimes.

I've seen others with loving families and I envy them like crazy. All I've ever wanted is to make my mother proud of me and genuinely happy for me.

But that will never happen.

I need to open my eyes and stop having that stupid dream. The dream where she supports me and is the perfect mother.

That isn't reality, this is.

The main reason as to why I find myself so drawn to Taekwoon is because of his warmth and kindness.

He hasn't shown it to me but I've seen him with his sister and even with the others who work with him.

I feel like he could help me. Like he could possibly stop me from feeling depressed all the time.

I tap my thigh gently, beneath the tight pants are several cuts which I have inflicted upon myself. No one sees them there.

Anyone on the outside would think that I'm strong and that I'm doing well.

The truth is, I am not doing well.

Taekwoon may be the only person who can help me.

A/N - sorry for the really short chapter...thoughts on this story so far??

thoughts on ravi's mother? what about the reason behind ravi's sudden attraction to taekwoon?

thanks for reading!!