The usual, another day had passed, almost seeming that my whole life would be spent behind the walls of the practice room.

Debut was something big, I knew that well, but what hurt more was that, they never let the trainees see the light. 

We're hidden.

We always have been.

Besides, there's no point in revealing trainees, either.

The endless training sessions each day has been killing us.

The sweat, the hard work, the effort. Everything is frustrating.

There has been times where I start questioning my decision on becoming a kpop idol. 

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I took in the view of the emptied space. 

Junk surrounded me and I felt cold to my bone since the temperature felt like it dropped by every step I took.

The heaps of junk seemed to amuse me somehow.

And for some particular reason, my mind kept telling me; there's so much that these things can do but hasn't gotten the chance to.

The old habits had returned and I started overthinking of about anything and everything.

The silence in the air now, becoming a burden on my shoulder.

I took a seat on the dusty ground, my legs crossed as I continued looking around.

I snapped out only when I felt a small pressure on my shoulder, making me flinch to the side.

My breath seemingly hitched as I saw the frame beside me, seated.

His milky white skin and red lips stood out even in the small rays that the moon emitted.

He who used to be the one who I went to when I had problems.

He who saw me cry, a huge number of times.

He who I loved.

He who saw me as only his best friend.

He who broke my heart.

He who has always been a play boy.

He-

Who'll never change.

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