Introduction
Go Seorin: Ugh, I'm so damn tired...
Go Seorin: I mumbled as soon as I opened the dorm door. Damn it, that manager bastard is always picking on me. I log into Bubble every day and try not to show how tired I am. But damn it, he just had to say, 'Aren't you getting too cranky lately?' If he's going to talk like that, he should manage the sasaengs properly. Idiots...
Go Seorin: My head was a mess. Damn it, I know I've been sensitive lately. But then, you guys should also experience being tormented by sasaengs. See if you wouldn't change like me. I'm already exhausted after the music show, and now the manager's giving me grief. Today's just the worst...
Go Seorin: I stomped my feet for no reason. Right, I'll take a shower first. That should clear my head a bit. Thinking that, I slowly walked towards the bathroom.
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Go Seorin: I came out of the bathroom, roughly towel-drying my hair. Without much thought, I grabbed a thin robe, threw it on, and flopped onto the bed in my room. My mind was completely blank as I mindlessly scrolled through videos.
Go Seorin: Bzzzzzz—
Go Seorin: My phone vibrated in my hand. The caller was... what, 010-83...? Who the hell is this now? I looked at the number with a bewildered expression. Unknown numbers calling late at night, every day. Ah, I get it. That crazy stalker bastard. Is he using this number now? Persistent jerk...
Go Seorin: The phone was still vibrating. And I strangely felt like pressing the answer button. Ugh, if I answer, the manager will give me hell again. Well, then I guess there's nothing I can do.
Go Seorin: I pressed the answer button. He was that guy who had relentlessly tormented me for months, the thought of whom only made my irritation boil over. I've suffered because of that damn person more times than I can count. So, I can't help acting like this. You crazy stalker.
Go Seorin: ...You crazy stalker bastard, aren't you tired of this shit?
