celebrity secret hotline ※ taerene

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joohyun is seated in her living room, 2am with the lights off and eyes wide open.

her ebony hair is stray; strands of her raven locks fall down her face and escape the loose bun atop her head.

her cheeks are rosy, stark contrast to her milky skin,her fingers lightly gripping the neck of the almost empty soju bottle.

she thrusts the bottle into her parted lips, last mouthful of soju as she lets it burn her throat.

dark circles rim her eyes, her glassy orbs on the brink of tears.

joohyun is tired. call it stress, call it insomnia, joohyun would pay thousands for a wink of sleep.

pulling out her phone, she unlocks it, her screensaver a plain black. tapping on her browser, she types in a jumble of letters and numbers before pressing enter.

swirls of cobalt and ebony replaces naver's search screen, and logs from idols all over korea line the screen.

she scrolls down, eyes nonchalantly focused on the screen as a log catches her eyes, tugging at her focus.

she eyes it, a log with a text mirroring what she longed for. a plead for help. someone to listen to her.

joohyun craved for an ear, yet she couldn't rely on anybody. not her members, red velvet would fall apart. neither her seniors, they were busy.

she scrolls down into the comment section, desperate for help of any kind.

then, her eyes snag onto a lone comment amongst others.

"celebrity secret hotline."

"hyung...are you awake?" taehyung mumbles, face pressed against the smooth white door.

the door opens suddenly, taehyung stumbling as he staggers up, arms crossed as his lips wind into a thin line.

"what is it taehyung?" namjoon asks, his eyes barely open as his melanin skin is dented with pillow marks. silvery strands sprawl across the older man's face, a yawn escaping his parted lips.

"i-do you...know a website i can ask other people things? people like idols? another idol would be fine too-" taehyung is interrupted by namjoon dragging the boy in, the door closing with a faint click behind the pair.

yawning, namjoon staggers over to his desk, where his macbook, a bottle of half emptied water, scented candle and purifier resided.

he sat down with a light groan, flipping his macbook open as the screen lit up to a dark photo of an illustrated image of the moon.

he clicked on his browser, white and green of naver welcoming him.

he quickly typed in the code, before his finger hit enter and naver dissapeared, the familiar kpop forum welcoming him.

he quickly typed in a request, sending it off before idols streamed in with answers.

phone numbers, private dms and invitations filled in quicker than sand in an hourglass, taehyung staring at the screen as namjoon scrolls down quickly.

"slowly hyung-yea, yea continue, continue, continue, conti-STOP." his crystal orbs stare at the comment warily, bottom lip sandwiched between his teeth.

"celebrity secret hotline? what is that?"