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The smell of weed pierced the males rosy nose as he clicked hastily on his computer, looking for a song to play for his fans on live. It would be his final song before he would get off and go on about his day. His eyebrows drew themselves together as he scrolled through the hundreds and thousands of files that were saved in his computer.
"Can't find this shit for the life of me." He mumbled before clicking to a better known song. Comments flooded top to bottom on his phone screen. The live was filled with people begging him to drop the song, trolls, or the fangirls that don't do anything but comment on his looks and beg for a relationship. Of course, Namil never payed attention to those.
Music blared and the speakers rattled as the bass boomed through the room. The male giggled as people commented about how the screen was shaking violently as the song played off of the speakers.
"Chill ya, they not even that loud." He replied. Namil would dance to the song, swaying the blunt around in his hand. The smoke flourished into the air, nearly covering the screen with smoke and the only thing that could be seen was the flame at the end of the blunt. He made facial expressions, indicating that he was enjoying himself. He would take off his glasses and place them on his desk then take a few puffs from the blunt, still dancing along with the music. He would cough and immediately burst out laughing due to the fact that the THC was getting to him and his comments were exciting him even more.
Abruptly, Namil would end the live, leaving everyone confused but hyper along with him. The male let out a sigh, finally relaxing himself. That was probably the most excitement he got all week. Or at all recently. He would get up from his seat and take another puff from his blunt before grabbing his jacket and throwing it over his shoulders then tucking the arms of his black frames behind his ears and pushing them against his nose.
Namil grabbed his phone from the desk and a cup with very little water and made his way downstairs, "mom, I'm out this shit. I'll be back. Te amo."
"Ten cuidado." His mother replied back.
The boy quickly took a sip of the last bit of water before he stepped out of the door and got into the back seat of the Uber outside his house. He and the driver would quickly exchange a greeting and then it was complete silence.
A hand extended upward, combing his slim fingers through the bush of curls on his head. The curls would flop back down into his face and he would furrow his eyebrows at the impact. Namil twisted the large square earring in his left ear before slouching down into the seat. Having his camera ready, he would hold up the empty cup near his thigh and snap the photo.
