Idols, Romance, Clichés

Loud and obnoxious. That’s how I describe the idiots who live next-door. Whenever they’re around, you’d expect to hear a bunch of grown-up guys running around and playing with each other like they’re a bunch of ten-year olds.

Just when I thought I could finally live peacefully in my motherland after being away for ten years, I ended up being neighbors with those troublemakers. What’s more is that, they claim themselves to be members of a popular IDOL GROUP?

Like, what the hell am I supposed to know about idols? I’ve been away since middle school and the last (and probably, the only) Korean idol groups I’ve ever known were Shinhwa, H.O.T., and Dong Bang Shin Ki.

Besides, I don’t really care. I only care about photography. And a bunch of other things. Idol groups definitely don’t belong to that bunch-of-other-things category.

So I don’t think I would ever like them. Even if they’re all handsome. Even if they’re talented. Even if they’re kind. Even if they’re fun. Even if one of the members is an insanely gorgeous guy who happens to love photography as well.

Ugh. Damn it all. Who am I kidding?!