Align My Stars 「dotae」

「Wasted」

Doyoung's POV

hell. my head hurts like shit. i looked around me seeing a pile of mess from yesterday. wow, i really am wasted. 6 bottles of soju, sweet potato snacks, tissues around me, on the floor. still wearing my shirt, half tied bowtie around my neck. it was a mess, what was I doing?

bzzt bzzt
bzzt bzzt
bzzt bzzt

i looked around for my phone grabbing onto the tabletop to push me up for support. my manager was calling me.

"DOYOUNG WHERE ARE YOU? WHY HAVEN'T YOU BEEN PICKING UP MY CALLS !"

"u-uh Taeil-shi i-uh im fine w-what got you to call so earlyyyy"

"EARLY? COULD YOU LOOK AT THE TIME RIGHT NOW?"

"uh, o-oh sh-shit!"

"YOU BETTER GET READY I'LL BE UP THERE
IN 20, WE HAVE A MEETING WITH THE DIREC-"

i cut the call, didn't bother listening to what he had to say. it was like a routine for me every single day and i had to cope with it. there's no choice for me. i walked lazily hunching my back as i took each step to the sofa and started cleaning all the waste in a big white plastic bag. it was disgusting, cups of ramen 4 days ago started to grow mushrooms! i can't keep up with this anymore, my sloppy and messy behaviour needs to be stopped, it has literally been the 5th time this week. i know it's a bad habit of me but it helps releases the weight i must carry, it relaxed me. i sighed deeply.

as soon as that, i checked the time,

12:43pm

i instantly rushed myself panicked as my manager could be right outside at any moment.

Doyoung then head into the bathroom to prepare himself for the meeting later. Warm droplets of water touches his skin, it was relaxing, calming, like a sauna right in his bathroom. After so, he wore on a striking royal blue suit ironed neatly and tidily with a white bow tie for an extra touch. It was a meeting with the directors, so he had to dress himself to fit the place.

Doyoung sighed, he was not up for the shit he's gonna face as soon as he leaves his house but there's no choice, it's job. He strutted towards his white gold-handled drawer and pulls it out gently. An array and variety of perfume brands was there for him, he grabbed onto a  'Mont Blanc' perfume and started spraying all over his body. The musk perfume smelled sensual and cool, it fits him.

He head back to the living room, sat on the sofa and shoved his phone out of his pocket and started scrolling through his Instagram page to stumble upon praises of him from his recent post.

"he's so cool and hot"

"I loved his drama so much in Curious Stalker"

"he probably smells like heaven"

"howw can one be so cute and hot at the same time.."

Sigh. He groaned loudly.

i really appreciate all the love and support i receive from my fans. but it felt empty as if  the words had no fucking meaning to it. i don't know why but it felt meaningless.

Doyoung wanted genuine love, Doyoung wanted to be taken care of, Doyoung wanted have someone beside him hugging him. He craves for a companion.

ding dong
ding dong

He frowned, as he sloppily dragged his feet towards the door. He wanted the day to end already.