A year ago Azira would have never thought she'd be working with one of the biggest rockstars in the world right now, someone who can easily get what he wants with a snap of his fingers. Ironically she just so happened to know Naomi who needed a little bit of help.

Naomi hadn't left yet packing the very last thing in the back of her car. Naomi was a close friend of Azira's before she moved back to Seoul. They kept in contact until Naomi asked her to do her a big favor which was being the temporary head make-up artist for the next nine months to almost a year for her boss's tour. Not to worry Azira's had her experience with working with local artists but never thought she'd see herself hauling makeup brushes left and right and walking down the halls passing expensive paint that probably cost more than what she buys on clothes.

She wasn't struggling financially. Having grown up with a parent being in the military which led to constant moving and never lasting friendships. She just didn't see the sense of having expensive fridges that people hardly use.

But it wasn't her money anyway. All she came here to do was get work done and collect her check that's all that matters.

"So what do you think?" Naomi still hadn't left as she stood in front of the door holding her bag.

Azira paused what she was doing and turned around "What do I think?" She repeated.

"About Yuta." Naomi smiled "He's a handful when he wants to be but...he's such a sweetheart." There it was. She spoke about the boy with such warmth and kindness which showed they had a friendship or sibling relationship that was deeper than work, she couldn't help but gush about Yuta whenever she could showing tons of pictures she had piled on her phone of the work she did on him.

Azira on the other hand felt as if she was invading something, it was obvious that they were a close family and it just made her feel like an outsider.

"Are you sure you want to know what I think?" Azira questioned carefully.

Naomi simply smiled "I have a feeling you too will get closer." That was all she said before disappearing.

• • •

Azira arrived at her quiet apartment dropping her bag and kicking her shoes beside it. The warmness from her apartment gave her a little warmth as it was a little chilly tonight.

Walking up to her fridge, she pulled out a carton of milk and a box of cereal. She was in no mood to cook something new due to being on her feet the whole morning. Plus she got the folders of what was planned for the next nine months to almost a year.

That's how she liked it busy. Azira liked being busy. If she wasn't busy she'd instantly feel out of focus and try to find something to keep her busy, it was her lifestyle. As of now she dumped cereal then milk into a bowl calling it dinner, and went to change.

An outfit that consists of an oversized shirt and shorts. She walked into the kitchen grabbed her bowl and sat by the window.

She sat on a chair, while another chair just looked at her. She wasn't planning to buy an extra chair but something inside her told her to buy it. Empty chairs were meant to be filled after all "Get closer—we'll see about that."

• • •

The young rockstar sat on his couch his silk robe draped over his shoulder once again as a glass of whiskey sat in his hand once again as he looked at the city above him.

Thoughts swirled throughout his head but that's how it usually was in the rockstar's quiet apartment.

He hardly ate at his marble countertop with seven chairs around it, he mostly just sat on his couch with a bottle of murky drink, looking at the city until the bottle was empty and the sun peeked up telling him it was time for bed.

Unhealthy he knows it as it was one of the many horrible habits that he concealed from the world.

He also slept in a lot, it's not like people needed him. All they needed was his voice and talent. If he weren't busy in the studio creating new music, doing photoshoots, or touring.

Yuta sipped the chestnut liquid moving his finger to the music that played throughout his apartment, it was way more different than the music he performed.

Most people saw him as a reckless rockstar, who parties all night when that wasn't the case at all. Nobody knew the real him they just knew his persona. They didn't bother to know the real him. So he just stayed at home with a glass in his hand sometimes he wished he could just sing to someone for free to feel appreciated just once, but he had to keep the lights on and buy more alcohol.

So he continues sipping the intoxicating beverage hoping it'll fill the empty void. But knowing that all it brought were headaches and empty feelings.