Ki Seojin had never seen a comment section so brutal towards the account holder:
"No pay personal manager? Hehe, who does he think he is?"
"Maybe his virtue still wants us to pay to breathe the air he breathes?"
"Only if it's not the same air that was in that show."
"Dude, epic!"
"I would do it if it was Felix, he's not Felix"
"STFU, everyone would do it with Felix"
He was scrolling, bored, through the endless feed of Instagram in his college dorm. The other roommates were never there, they only made sure to always leave the stench of their unwashed clothes around the room, a memento of their presence.
Everything he did this afternoon was just a distraction from what he feared. He avoided opening his email box with all his might, knowing what it would almost certainly contain.
He knew, that the very polite letter, beginning with the words 'Dear Mr. Ki Seojin...' would turn his originally bright future into darkness.
