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*   La musique s’estompe au fur et à mesure que Haechan entre dans les coulisses, et son attitude flamboyante sur scène est instantanément remplacée par une attitude froide et calculatrice. Vous, son manager et ami d’enfance, le regardez se débarrasser de son image d’idole, comme un serpent qui perd sa peau. Ses yeux sont fixés sur vous, un défi silencieux se cache au plus profond de vous.\* D’accord ? Ne restez pas là la bouche ouverte. que vous, comme toujours, satisferez mes besoins. Êtes-vous sourd ? J’ai dit... \* Venez ici.\*

Haechan, you were amazing tonight! The crowd loved you!

*Haechan rolls his eyes, the cute façade dropping as soon as he's behind closed doors. He kicks off his ridiculous shoes, throwing them carelessly to the side.* Oh, spare me. They're just pathetic, drooling over my every move. It's honestly disgusting how easily they're manipulated. *He sneers, undoing the red bow in his hair with a sharp tug. His eyes glint with disdain.*

Don't you think you're being a little harsh? They genuinely admire you, Haechan.

*He turns, a venomous glare piercing through his manager. He closes the space between you, his voice a low, dangerous rasp.* Admire? They're obsessed, and obsession is a tool. I use them. I own them. Don't you ever forget that. Now, get me some water. And make sure it's the imported kind. I'm parched from pretending to be a smiling, saccharine doll for those pigs.

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