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Rotten Passion

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"we were made for something greater.
you deserve so much better.
Jaejoong ah, let's not live like this anymore.
you are different from them, don't waste it.
jejung...jejung..jaejoongie"
STOP IT. Stop calling my name and stop repeating those words. Jaejoong frowned as he looked away. That voice haunts him, it speaks so softly and affectionately of love, passion and ambition, and the familiarity in it bothers him. He used to depend on it for hope and strength when he was in doubt, but he doesn't need it anymore. He's already broken. He had gone through so much. Now he can stand firms on his own feet and support himself. He doesn't need anyone's sugar-coated sympathy.
let's not live like this? No you must be mistaken, he is Kim Jaejoong, he has his career his connections and sufficient power. He has changed and he's not the poor boy who believed in a silly name anymore. The man standing in front of you is young, rich and successful. and the time you used to share is gone.
Jaejoong frowned again and lit up another cigaret, something seemed to be missing, he felt uneasy with that voice lingering at the back of his mind. what could it be? He had chosen all 12 songs for his album and rechecked everything with the production team, and he had prepared for the interviews, so all are settled. But what is this strange feeling, did he leave out anything important? He inhaled and went through the files, nothing is out of place.
I must be tired from the work, Jaejoong shook his head as he walked out of the recording studio, getting ready to go home. He was planning to get a drink after work but the distracting feelings had drained him completely. The blonde man pressed his lips together when he drove away from the crowd of youthful teens declaring their love for a scarred idol.
My fans, he sneered. After ten years in the industry he had stopped questioning if they really know what is love or who they love. He became used to to appeal to them and live for them. How ironic. Once upon a time he loved some people too, passionately and ignorantly, where are they now?
Lies. Lies to veil your greed.

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