Full Moon | DΞΔN

Four years of being under the spotlight has finally cracked him. Four years of the world watching his every move, fans crossing the line and evading his privacy. He doesn't have that anymore - privacy. It has become a luxury now, shit. One that he couldn't afford despite being the most well-known K-RNB/K-Hiphop artist. Again, shit. It is all too much, really. All his life, Dean has wanted nothing more than to make music and have it appreciated by people. And he's done that.. and more. He didn't ask for this. The fame. The money. He didn't need them. But as expected from his collaborations with K-Pop singers, the K-Pop fans would of course show interest. They became curious, and eventually became die-hard fans. And rid him of his personal space as they slowly became addicted to him and his music. It was great at first. After all his goal was to have his music acknowledged and enjoyed. But it just isn't like that anymore.. Despite all this, what Dean wanted now more than ever was a breather. A break. A time to relax and break free without fucking paparazzi trailing behind him. But it's like he can't do that. He can't get away, he's trapped. What used to be his world and comfort zone has now turned into a prison cell and he is chained up at the corner, screaming, reaching out for help but no one listens..

But then she happened.