K-pop’s exploitation of parasocial relationships is pretty much twitch monetization plus gacha gaming combined. Yeah I agree with their statement, but K-pop idols will never say it because $$$. But I agree with the general sentiment from the initial response (“don’t know yall”). Otherwise known as Rosé from Blackpink.Įdit: I didn’t realize the final comment at the bottom was from Doja Cat XD yeah don’t cuss out a fan that never ends well. Your eyes flick over to the red carpet area near you to see none other than the 26-year-old starlet, Roseanne Park.
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As you bid her good-bye, a sudden chorus of "Rosé! Rosé over here!" erupts from the group of photographers, followed by a series of flashing light bulbs. You have been interviewing some girl who is apparently 'the next Olivia Rodrigo,' which is a wild title to have, but you digress. "Thank you for your time," you say to the current girl in front of you. But the answer to all of those questions comes from the woman currently walking towards you. You certainly hear that question from your parents enough.
Hell, there are times when you wonder to yourself just how legitimate of a job this is. That is a reasonable question to ask, and a fair point to make. Now you might think, where's the fun or excitement in that? A bunch of rich people dressed in overpriced clothing and posing on the red carpet while you have to ask them redundant questions that no one truly cares about outside a small niche of fans. “I seen the boy with you.Being a writer for a celebrity magazine has its advantages, such as getting to attend grand events like the Cannes Film Festival, or in this case, the MET Gala. “I know you’re there…” She heard you before she seen you, your voice echoing off the silence, bouncing from tree to tree, it was impossible to tell where you were coming from. It was as if her surroundings were desolate, but your threatening existence was still very much active and present. Pounding against her skull and beating violently against her ribcage. Not a branch broke, or a leaf would rustle, just the own sound of her heartbeat in her ears. She couldn’t hear a sound, speculating that you either were being completely still or if you were moving, you had been being extremely quiet yet articulate about the way in which you stepped on the dirt.
The boy stared at her, fear flooding his pupils but she was more focused on listening. The fact that she could not once locate you sent a surge of panic to set in whilst she ducked behind a tree, motioning for Lev to do the same. It was impossible to tell whether or not you were close or far, right beside her or hiding fifty meters from where they stood. A few having already flew passed making her head dizzy and her body spin to catch just a glimpse or a sliver of whoever it was.īut there was always nothing, absolute barren surroundings that only had a milky film drenched over the top. The cracked, broken and rotting bark beside her head was not the place she’d hoped another arrow would make home. It was a new menu item, a fruity kind you wanted her to try. She tasted like alcohol, the same drink she’d bought earlier in the day when you stopped at your bartending job to grab your forgotten jacket from the day prior.
Her hands were on your hips while one of yours was placed firmly on her chest, the other trying to keep the petals from scraping the cement. “But-” She cut you off by kissing you, smirking against your mouth when you let out a gasp, reciprocating almost immediatley. Such an awful assumption that she’d been just a friend, truly, because Violet was far from a mere everyday acquaintance you’d meet up with. They’d been watching you pick out the flowers from the stand while Vi handed the vendor the money. Trying not to look while their faces turned red from frustration and their eyes rolled. Their faces in slight shock and even disappointment. “Let ‘em.” She muttered, peaking from the corner of her eye at the boys that had been staring you down earlier that day. Her lips running down then up, sucking and biting bits of your neck wherever she desired. You whispered against her lips, bouquet halfway falling on the ground, hanging by a threat in your grasp as she kissed you over and over.
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