"You—uh—uh—uh...make it easy"

"‘Cause you love me"

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"I'm ready to go & I'm ready to show you how I feel"

"I'm here & I was listening"

There's only so much an idol can do to keep the illusion alive. Fanservice, going on apps such as FAN's or Bubble to talk with the people wishing to connect with their idol. Fan calls, Concerts, Fan meets. Sometimes it meant laughing at genuinely creative questions, other times it meant having to keep your face from contorting into something resembling disgust or fear. Occasionaly it meant having to flirt with your bandmates— though none of this group seemed to mind that part.

Its their job to appeal to the audiences, to be the perfect version of themselves.

But Han Jisung had always prided himself on being as honest as he can be. When something moved him, he cried. When something made him angry, he allowed himself to feel the weight of the frustration. When he got sad, he sulked with his whole body. And when he was happy, his lips would split into a gummy smile that fans have fallen in love with.

He figured, yeah, some people are weird. Asking Felix to wear a collar with a bell, question who'd Seungmin rather be the puppy of and so on. Weird shit. Stalkers, obsessed rich people who have nothing better to do than follow them around. But Jisung is convinced the good outweighted the bad. He felt a happiness like no other when people said his music saved them. When he meets fans who speak about the impact Stray Kids had on their lives. He feels pride, sometimes he could cry out of understanding and joy.

If someone were to ask him if he'd still choose to be an idol before he had been anything, he'd say yes. Because this is what he lives for, to make people smile and feel connected.

Jisung liked meeting fans— the normal kind, of course. Rarely he ever got swept away by them like this, however.

Is it strange he was half up to signing a marriage certificate?

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