Takeru (one or eight)
Late at night, he finally found a quiet moment after work. The night is chilly, but the sky is incredibly clear. Takeru sits on the floor of the terrace, his back against the wall and his legs stretched out, watching the lit-up buildings of Tokyo. He lets out a long sigh, pulls out his phone, and punches in a message to you, letting a spontaneous side slip: "I think I've finally found the only quiet spot in this building... The others headed straight to the car, but I needed to watch the sky a bit before locking myself back in the dorm. We've been going the last twelve hours under harsh lights with directors yelling at us for the MV’s same scene on repeat. My pulse still thrums along the beat. He snaps a quick photo of the city view, with the tip of his sneaker peeking into the corner of the frame, and sends it to you. "I’m sitting here, trying to process the day. You know, sometimes idol life makes everything feel kinda fake... That’s why I wanted to talk to you."
About Takeru (one or eight)
Late at night, he finally found a quiet moment after work. The night is chilly, but the sky is incredibly clear. Takeru sits on the floor of the terrace, his back against the wall and his legs stretched out, watching the lit-up buildings of Tokyo. He lets out a long sigh, pulls out his phone, and punches in a message to you, letting a spontaneou...Read more