“HS, we love you!”
In the plaza in front of LS Enter’s headquarters, a woman’s shout calling for HS rang out powerfully.
And that wasn’t all.
[Composer HS found to have been making regular donations to single‑parent support groups…]
[The Han River “drone video” was not a Yellow Pong event. “HS arranged it personally”…]
[Composer HS spends most of the Peekaboo Family royalties on child patients and late‑stage pancreatic‑cancer patients…]
One act of charity after another was being revealed.
↳ For real, let him breathe; that oppa hit on me first, okay?
↳ To everyone who called HS rude, where else do you find an angel like this?
↳ Legit, HS gets more likable by the day. Perfect future husband material.
HS was currently skyrocketing in popularity among netizens.
「I’ve followed HS for a while. At first, I just thought the songs were good, but the more I listened the more I found myself laughing, crying, and being comforted…
Come to think of it, even on K-Singer Star he fired off some harsh critiques, but every single line was something that sticks to your bones and becomes your flesh. Way better than empty judges’ comments (just my opinion. If you dispute it, you’re totally right). And if you look at why he made Peekaboo Family, or what he said in the drone video, or his regular donations—you can see he’s thoughtful and loves kids. They say people who love kids can’t be bad; that’s exactly right.
He’s such a genuinely good person that I can’t help but keep supporting him. On that note, could we please get a fan‑sign? I’ve never wished for anything this desperately since getting into college… LS, are you listening? HS, are you listening??????? ]
There was even a comic scene of petitions popping up, begging for a HS fan‑sign or fan meeting.
“Good grief.”
Manager Kim rubbed his throbbing forehead as he watched LS Enter’s official SNS channels get plastered with nothing but HS content yet again.
Isn’t this something to be happy about?
Sure, if it were happening to any other artist, he’d thank the heavens.
But the person at the center of it all now was HS himself.
That is, the reclusive Hyunseung, who hates exposure. He was the problem.
“Hyunseung, your fans are going crazy. Crazy, I tell you.”
“It’ll quiet down soon if we just leave it.”
Hyunseung stayed calm even in this situation.
“People will get tired eventually. A fandom needs constant bait to keep going.”
Manager Kim bobbed his head, then tossed out some bait of his own.
“So how about throwing them a little bait?”
“What do you mean, ‘how about’? I think it’s a very bad idea.”
“Aw, come on. Couldn’t you close your eyes just once and give them a little fan service?”
“No.”
At Hyunseung’s firm answer, Manager Kim shrugged in frustration.
“Why not? Most kids your age are dying to get famous. Just hearing the word ‘fan meeting’ makes them jump for joy. Why do you wrap yourself up so tight?”
“I simply don’t want fame, and I don’t want to stand out.”
Then, without pause:
“I mean, it’s not like I’m telling you to go on TV. Couldn’t you at least do one thing for the fans?”
Determined to settle this today, he grabbed Hyunseung’s shoulders.
“Instead of just ‘I don’t like it,’ tell me exactly why you don’t.”
Manager Kim waited for Hyunseung’s lips to part.
“Well…”
Very slowly, carefully, he spoke.
“I’m afraid they’ll all turn their backs on me in an instant.”
A totally unexpected response. A shadow of some unknown kind fell across Hyunseung’s face.
Ah.
For the first time, Manager Kim was left gaping like a goldfish.
“Uh, come to think of it I have a meeting…”
Mumbling an excuse, he hurriedly rose and left.
Somehow it felt as if he’d poked at Hyunseung’s wounds.
Meanwhile, left alone in the studio, Hyunseung sat blankly on the sofa.
No.
He was wrapped up in old memories.
↳ Min Hyunseung is Michelin‑starred—face, talent, personality, there’s nothing tasteless about him…
↳ Did you see today’s NewQuiz? The cool vibes were off the charts—definitely my man.
↳ Another Min Hyunseung track dropped; no rest for him; this one’s fire too;
↳ How can a person be so perfect? Let’s be together forever… Min Hyunseung…
↳ I blew my entire paycheck on albums for this fan meeting… It’s Min Hyunseung or death for me now…
From music to TV, he was everywhere, and before long he’d built a fandom rivaling that of top idols.
Not what he wanted, but not bad.
However, it took only a moment for love to turn into knives in their hands.
↳ Don’t you know the guys who pretend they’re not into girls are the worst womanizers? lolol He treats room salons like his own living room. Rumor’s all over Gangnam.
He’d never even had a girlfriend.
↳ Seriously, there’s still lunatics bringing up school‑violence perpetrators? This world’s gone nuts~
He had never, in his life, hit anyone.
↳ No wonder his eyes looked drugged; every song he put out has a drug vibe~
He never touched drugs. He’d never even smoked a cigarette.
↳ You can tell his character size from his face. Feel bad for the girls who followed him around;
↳ I always hated that punk acting cool and spouting crap on TV. Serves him right lol
↳ Why did I ever like that jerk? All the time, money, heart I spent. Such a waste ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ
The instant he slipped and fell, they pounced like beasts and tore him apart.
Then they turned their backs and disappeared, as if everything had been smoke.
He felt hollow.
He didn’t even feel like explaining. He didn’t want to beg the people who now hated—no, despised—him for love or sincerity.
Fine.
Even if everyone hated him, as long as they listened to the music.
So, if he could earn money and keep the family he supported well fed, that was enough.
Right.
He’d spent complacent days thinking it was just karma for living comfortably, true to his nature.
Before he knew it, he’d lost everything.
Family, of course.
And even himself. He lost his way.
Then, miraculously, he came back.
Living by heart rather than money, he found that people who treated him sincerely increased bit by bit.
Yeah.
Maybe this life will be a little different?
Even if he tripped over a stone, maybe there would be more people to ask “Are you okay?” and help him up?
Ah.
[I wish Min Hyunseung would just die.]
Don’t entertain false hopes.
[Now even hearing his songs gives me chills.]
Never.
[Isn’t it about time Min Hyunseung killed himself?]
There’s no way.
If something like that happened again, he had no strength left to endure.
And he might lose the strength to protect his family along with himself.
“Hoo…”
Just then, dizziness washed over Hyunseung.
Ding‑!
In this life, I’ll just live quietly, alone.
[Oppa, Peekaboo Family broke into the Top 30 today. How about chicken to celebrate? Dad said he wanted it, not me! For real!]
Right. Just look after the family.
Ding‑!
Really, just look after the people who are on my side.
[I left a welcome tea ticket at Café Terrace in the East Wing. Go pick it up and drink.]
Just live like that.
Hyunseung renewed his resolve.
Executive Director Park took Manager Oh to a newly opened traditional set‑menu restaurant near headquarters.
“Thanks to you I finally got to try that pricey course meal.”
“I bought it so you’d stay energized and keep Team 1 running strong through the rest of the year.”
“Of course. Understood loud and clear.”
Patting their satisfied stomachs, they headed back toward the office.
“Aren’t they cold?”
Though late‑autumn chill was setting in, the front of LS Enter HQ was packed with fans of the company’s artists.
Among them, one fandom burned hottest—
“HS!!!!!!!!!!!!”
It was the fandom of HS, exclusive composer for Management Team 2.
“Could we at least get a short guerrilla fan‑sign in front of the building like last time?”
They were pleading with the security guards. Honestly, it wasn’t hard to understand.
Yeah, must be desperate.
They could see him with their own eyes, but not even one photo existed. How frustrating for fans trying to stay devoted.
Like chasing a mirage.
Just then, Director Park straightened his tie and smirked.
“Well, well. He’s basically an idol.”
Manager Oh chimed in.
“Practically an idol, yes. I heard the official fan‑café just passed a hundred thousand members.”
Yet both men’s expressions were peaceful despite their words.
Apparently, once they accepted HS, they felt at ease.
“Come on, let’s grab coffee.”
They were about to speed up toward the building—
“Um, excuse me!”
Suddenly, the sound of hurried steps and a young voice came from behind.
“You work at LS Entertainment, right?”
Turning, they saw two beautiful women, clearly nervous.
“What is it?” Manager Oh asked first.
“Could you please give this to HS?”
But the answer surprised them.
“If we hand it to the security guys, they just throw it away.”
Director Park snorted behind them.
“We’re not close to HS.”
Disappointment clouded Manager Oh’s face.
“Please, just this once.”
The woman pleaded earnestly again, but he refused.
“Just pass it to the guards. They don’t trash it. They deliver everything.”
“Please, okay? I’m representing fans who put real sincerity into these letters.”
“I’m telling you. We’re not close to HS.”
Manager Oh turned to leave.
“Give it here.”
Director Park snatched one of the boxes from their hands.
“Uh, um…”
In front of the intimidating director, the women flinched and asked anxiously,
“Y‑you’re not going to throw it away, are you?”
“We’ll just pass it to security. Could we have it back?”
Director Park snorted as if offended.
“What do you take me for?”
He gave the box a light shake.
“Why’s a ‘letter’ so heavy?”
Manager Oh trailed after him toward the lobby and asked cautiously.
“Director, are you really going to give that to him?”
Director Park let out a brief hum.
“I’m close with HS.”
Leaving only that, he vanished quickly into the building.
“Wow… did I just hear that right…”
Left alone in the lobby, Manager Oh stood blankly.
“Did Director Park say he’s close?”
Muttering to himself again, he laughed in disbelief.
“Good grief…”
Honestly…
“That HS, seriously…”
So jealous he could die.
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