The Story of Mr. Kim : Attention

He went to Japan and stayed there for 2 days, I think. I was getting better at stalking him and other DJs, too. I was sort of sad, because a lot of girls in Japan wanted a photo with him. Why was he even so good-looking and cool? Around the same time, too, I started... Continue Reading →

The Story of Mr. Kim: Fan

I have never been a big fan of rock bands. Sure, I listen to some, but not to the extent of really merging myself with their music, style and members. Not until I met Mr. Kim's band. The name of their band is awkward to say but the way it's spelled is cool. They've been... Continue Reading →

Maybe?

I am delusional. I'm a fan. You're my favorite. I'm in love. You're attracted to someone else. I know you. You don't even notice me. We're two different people living two different world in two different countries. But I love you. Damn it. I do. I did my best to show you my love and... Continue Reading →

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