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Without friends, life is a little bit lonely. Nobody to hang out with, nobody to make make fun of, nobody to draw dicks on your face when you're passed out drunk on someone else's floor... Life just ain't worth it without companionship.
Rather, it's not worth it without good companionship.
Good friends don't drag you to kpop concerts that feature bands you couldn't give less of a shit about instead of taking you to shows that you actually want to see. They don't drag you with them backstage and make you say hi to the band - should he even call them a band? - and smile awkwardly until they go gallivanting off to take dumb photos. Good friends don't leave you alone with one of the members of the group and expect you to entertain yourself.
Why doesn't he have good friends?
He's just met this kid - Hoya? his stage name is strange, but he seems okay - and he doesn't know much about him aside from the fact that he travels the world singing love songs to teenage girls while dressed up in whatever his company decides. It doesn't sound like a very appealing career and he's not sure why any of the "idols" do it. But, he supposes, to each their own. It's just a little weird to know that somewhere out there, thousands of girls probably know every detail about this guy and his life.
"What's it like," he ventures, leaning back against one of the big speakers sitting against the back wall. In front of them, there are numerous people running around like chickens with their heads cut off, trying to get everything in order before they leave for the night. "Being famous, I guess? Knowing that there are millions of people that worship you?"