Secret Idol Life

Caught

        20 minutes later...
   Holland had already left and we were already ready to leave to head out to the studio. But, our manager says that we have to wait a little more because she wasn't ready.

Her name is Nora, she is probably my favorite person in the whole world. She understands my secrets, she was actually the first person to find out about me writing fanfics.
    
1 year ago
    I started getting into fanfics a month ago, it happened when I was in my room and I was on my desk computer, and I happened to be on Instagram.

I was on my recommendations, and thereI saw a fan edit of Walker & I, The title said: "JOKER (A ship name of Joon & Walker) x Kinky"

There was a link attached to the fan edit, so I clicked on it and it brought me to this website called wad-pad.

So, there you have it, all this started when I saw a fan-fiction about me and one of my members
    *knock knock knock.* (Still 1 year ago)
   I didn't hear the knock, I must sound so stupid for not hearing that knock.
  
That knock was what got me caught by my own manager at that. But she didn't tell anyone about my secret, only because she also wrote fanfics of the group. She would ship different people, like Walker and Holland. Holland and Ran. Ran and Walker. Ran and I. But never Holland and I.
  
Most fandoms never ship Holland and I. And that's very understanding because we are completely different from each other. That's probably a main reason why I only write fan fictions of me and Walker.
  
I can understand why people would ship Ran and me because he is like a big brother to me.

He helps me with the schedule and keeps me up to date, and we even sneak out at night to go eat out. But it's not like the fans would know about us sneaking out.

Back To Present
   While I was waiting for time to pass I was obviously writing fan fictions on my phone.
  
The fans seem to be most interested in Walker & I as a couple.

I don't really understand why...

I try my best to not get caught like that time my manager caught me. 😔

It's time for me to prepare for rehearsal. Maybe I should've just been a writer instead.

I see Holland standing out my door

"Eww it smells so gross... Can you do that outside?", I asked him.

He was smoking. I don't care where or why he smokes, but why does he have to do it in front of MY DOOR!

"If I smoke outside, the paparazzi will find something against me, and will write in their gossip letters", He replies back.

I hate that smell. It's so gross.

"Whatever. Toss it out and let's go"

"Mm."