sim.jaeyun → reality show

13

Upon finishing my shower, I got out, heading to my room after I'd changed. I sat down on my bed, checking my social media.

By now, the first episode would've been released to the public. I was curious, but also not curious, to how people reacted to it.

I scrolled on my Instagram, already seeing some people reposting clips and what not. It didn't seem too bad thankfully, on Instagram at least.

The biggest challenge was seeing the response from Twitter. Of course, like many other groups, BLOOM had it's own Twitter account, and BLOOMTWT was it's own little page.

I checked on the trending hashtags, and all I could do was give a sigh, a mere sigh of disappointment. No matter what I did, it couldn't satisfy anybody.

#HAERINPICKMEGIRL

It was one of the first three trending hashtags, I clicked on it, and it just consisted of either clips of me, or people talking about me. Of course, they always had to say something negative about me.

jakesbicycleseat: 'haerin is such a pick me girl lol she's so annoying in that show i don't even know how her members coped with her in bloom'

↪ iluvsunoo: i know right everytime she came on screen i literally groaned shes so fucking annoying she should quit the music industry

I gave sigh, just reading the endless threats of people hating on me for some apparent reason. The comments were endless, consistently at my throat for the smallest of my actions. At this rate, I couldn't even express the things I disliked without being labelled a selfish pick me.

Jesus, the more I read, the more unhinged some of the comments became.

s0_ee1: i think i actually know where haerin lives, do you think she'd like it if i came for a visit? #HAERINPICKMEGIRL

↪ livelaughloveriki: fr? i mean shes filming that reality show with enha, so she's not even home

↪ s0_ee1: i'll come visit after shes finished recording with a little gift too ;)

I shut my phone off after that, this was beginning to become insane. Should I call protection? Because at this rate, motherfuckers will be after my head. I had no idea what the hate train on me was for, I haven't done anything remotely problematic or something that is worth breaking and entering into my house.

So why is everyone on my ass?

I gave a large sigh, trying to calm my mind for a bit. I made eye contact with the white box, just sat on my desk. It was looking at me, real intently, and I thought for a while.

I stood up, heading to the box and opening it. The fragrance of sweet chocolate and hazelnut diffused out from such a small box. It looked so beautiful, the cake itself looked amazing, it looked like something you could buy from a bakery.

Man, that guy was talented as hell.

I took it gently out of the box, holding it on a tissue. I brought it up to my nose, taking in the absolutely delicious fragrance pouring from it. It was literally mouth drooling, such a cake should be placed in a museum.

I brought it away from my face, just staring at it. I wonder how many calories such a slice has. And with that mere thought, Mingho's words once again, circled around my head.

That guy would kill me if I gained too much after this show. Even though, this show is supposed to showcase the relaxed break of kpop idols, my head would probably be on a stick if I gained too much.

I sighed, the temptation was heavy, just to shove it all in my mouth and forget that I even ate such thing. But then the guilt afterwards just crossed my mind, this little slice probably would've packed at least five hundred calories if I was lucky.

And that's basically three quarters of my daily intake.

I placed it back into the box before the craving and temptation possessed me, I hurriedly closed the box again, placing the box into a nearby trash can.

Sorry Jake, I have to prioritise my idol life that you're kind of ruining.

I sighed, the guilt was even worse just staring at the box in the trash. He gave this to me specifically to eat, and I just threw it away. I couldn't bare the sight of it just there, so I hurried into the bathroom, grabbing a shit ton of toilet paper.

But, as I walked in from one side, the other door on the other side of the door opened, revealing Jake peering his head through. I panicked quickly flashing a quick smile while holding the crap ton of tissue paper.

"Oh, hey, did you try the cake?" He asked me, and the dread just settled through my body as I continued plastering that facade of a smile on my face.

I'm an idol, of course I know how to fake my facial expressions.

"I'll give it to you, you actually made it well, I guess." I rolled my eyes, once again, pretending to be unphased like I was earlier.

"You think so?" Jake's lips curved into a tiny, upright smirk, his eyes staring at me so intently.

"Yeah, you put your ass into that cake." I flashed him a smile, quickly shutting the door after that awkward interaction and then proceeding to cover the trash can with the tissue paper.

Just as I finished covering it, a knock came from the door that lead to the bathroom.