So this is what it’s like to become famous overnight.
Tae-seo stared at his phone, his hair still messy from sleep, not even bothering to fix it.

Photos and videos of him with Kang Se-heon were circulating all over the internet. His face was everywhere. The absurdity of it made a helpless laugh slip out of him.

“They’re spreading it without my permission. The least they could do is blur my face, don’t you think?”

He muttered around a toothbrush, his words slurred. But more often than not, the images didn’t have any mosaics at all. There were photos of him and Kang Se-heon holding out their ringed hands, his brows furrowed in thought, and even ones of him smiling at Se-heon—photos that showed emotions he hadn’t even realized he was wearing.

Tae-seo glanced back and forth between the pictures in the articles and his own face in the mirror. Maybe because he hadn’t washed his face yet, but the clean-cut Yoon Tae-seo in the photos didn’t look like him.

“I look better in person. They should’ve just asked. Taking it secretly made me look weird.”

It was a thoroughly subjective evaluation. After browsing enough articles, he figured it was time to leave the bathroom. The rest he could read while comfortably seated.