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This is the 2nd story.

If it's not fun or boring Sorry for typing mistakes.

Writer's name is Aiya

I’m sorry - HUNZKANG

“Hey, you look at that, aren't you Han?” A high school girl gestured to her female friend to look at the television screen in an electronics store that was showing a famous variety show. The guest was a young male model with a bright future. attached to the position of a famous singer and artist

“Yes, you are about to release a solo mini album. Stop and look first,” the girl said, holding the other two friends back. Ignoring that How much will the shop owner keep his eyes on you?

“Already talked about the show. Regarding upcoming music promotion activities This is your first solo album. This time, Mr. Han wrote his own songs and dances.

MV

It's all gone, right?" The voice of the host on the show came out loud and clear. This is because the shop owner has to raise his voice to attract attention and compete with the bustle of the big city.

“Yes, every song I worked very hard on. Because it was the first time I had to work alone as a singer. It makes you realize the importance of people who perform various duties in making

MV

Double, I want all fans to help support as well,” the young singer replied. A sharp smile suited his handsome face. He looked both dignified and humble at the same time. This made the high school girl scream softly in admiration, forgetting that this place was a public place.

“Talking about the songs used for promotion. Is it true that it is said that Mr. Han wrote it based on his own real experiences?” the female host of a television entertainment news segment said to the important guest of the night.

“Brother No, come quickly and take a look, Brother Han is giving an interview about a new song.” The young man shouted to his older brother or boyfriend who was busy making his final report to come and watch the news about the famous singer together. People were called and ran out in time to hear. My favorite singer answered exactly that question.

“Yes, it is a song written about my lover,” the young man answered in a steady voice. His sharp eyes flickered and then returned to being as steadfast as before.

Tono, who was standing there, intended to finish watching and run back to continue his work. Instead, sit down next to him. Immediately own boyfriend

“Is this considered an announcement about a lover to the media?” the female host asked.

“Hey Han, what are you talking about?” cried a young man sitting in the artist room in the building that was Han's agency building.

“What is it?” Another voice sounded as he walked towards the TV screen.

“It's on a live show, Tao.” The person who was called Han's senior Kacha turned to "sue" another senior who was walking to watch the live broadcast of the rising star who was the face of the company.

If I hadn't guessed correctly, the photographers would have fully prepared to pour their flashes at Han.

on the big screen Han's tall figure stood up and bowed ninety degrees. “Please help me find the person I love.”

the next morning Every entertainment newspaper competes to spread pictures of young singers, young actors, young models, whatever. With Han leaving behind the mystery of his lover. With big tears streaming down his cheeks after finishing his speech on the news program. Even though the reporter asked and asked There was no answer from the young man's mouth again. Until the company's guards hurriedly came to block them from the delivery room.

Newspapers try to make news Because today is the day that the label will officially release the song to the public. After trying to keep it quiet for a few months, Tempo gave an interview like that. Maybe it's just the company's promotional plan. Calling for the attention of the people with news that no Royal Thai Navy has.

It's a marketing ploy that big record labels like to use.

But in the case of this camp Never before have news of an artist's personal life been used to promote their work. Media users are also criticizing this issue in a wide circle. Because Han is both an actor, a model, and a singer, there are groups of school-age teenagers, both men and women, and even groups of housewives addicted to dramas.

People in this city are always interested in the personal affairs of celebrities.

On the other hand, journalists from almost every news agency Searching for the identity of the mysterious woman. I'm afraid. Timing of song releases, music videos, stage debuts, and album releases They all happened today. And everything is timed.

In an internet cafe near the university The young man glanced at the person using the adjacent device without being noticed. The person next to him was browsing the same website as him.

Han's promotional song

'The agency has released P'Han's MV. You've listened to the song, right? I really like it. Quickly watch it.'

Messages are sent over the wireless network. Young girl presses refresh on a computer program window that was left open. After a moment, a tool for playing video files via the Internet appeared.

Slender eyes stared at the screen anxiously. Button

play

on the player bar on this website. I don't know how many times I've been suppressed in this country. Or maybe it was another country, another continent, in the world. He was watching it along with how many other strangers he was watching. He wasn't sure. The arrow moved to click the button.

full screen

The screen is completely black. Before showing an image of a young man with a sharp, familiar face.

How could this happen to me

But even worse, how could this happen to you

It began with a letter and was the beginning of pain

I'm a tell it to you straight

Hey look

A tall figure was half sitting and half lying on a large white armchair in the middle of a luxurious bedroom. This year is the most glorious year since the young man entered the entertainment industry. He has work every day without fail. Releasing a new album with the band members every year. Modeling clothes, advertisements, movies, dramas. It's unbelievable that he can do such a wide variety of photos in one year.

Time passes quickly The brain has something to think about all the time. Forget that he doesn't have time to rest. And this is the first time in a year. He got a long holiday. Before starting work for solo mini album

The coffee he made was left cold. He liked the smell of it. And it's part of life. But at this time Coffee isn't really necessary. He wanted his brain to rest. His career despite being in the entertainment industry Working with light and color, art, and the aesthetics of human life. But I couldn't help but think that

He is just one of the cogs that keep society moving forward.

Days and nights that passed without a breath But he was breathing. That reminded him of his humanity.

Sharp eyes glanced at the pile of fan letters that his manager had kept in a corner of the room. How long has it been since I opened it and read it? It's like the body is lacking some vitamins.

Vitamin called encouragement

One clean, white envelope caught the young man's eye in particular. It was addressed as "Han," his real name, instead of "Hisriya," his usual professional name. It's not that no one knows his real name, everyone does, but it's more preferable to call him by his stage name. Even his seniors and juniors, fellow campers, called him "Bear".

Inside was a sheet of plain notebook paper. Folded over in one sitting and with a single smooth crease. All edges of the paper are even. It looks weirdly official. When he opened it, he found neat handwriting, the letters arranged in even lines.

“Hello Han Isriya, I am your biggest fan.”

The beginning of the letter made Han Li smile. The writer is probably a man. It's true that he has a lot of male fans. But seldom will a male boyfriend write a letter. Women like to do tricky things like this more.

“I have a secret to tell you. You are my favorite singer, so I trust you.”

Now that I've arrived This childish logic made Han laugh. How old is this writer? Don't call him brother anymore. If you knew, the writer would probably have to punish you and give you a lesson. Hanpai thought of a mischievous child like Seungri. Or that guy will write to tease him.

“Humans today Passing through breathless nights happily Everyone is just a piece of the social machine. Me too At the time of feeling like that Finding out that there are people like you in this world is important in my life.”

At this point, Han thought that the person who wrote the letter was probably a woman. Men don't write about sensitive matters very much. Maybe a bold woman or a tomboy.

“You made me recognize the stars in the night sky. It's really very beautiful. That day, I came to know the beauty of the universe for the first time. After that, my world slowly changed. I'm starting to like what you like. Like a little child following you. Every day becomes special for me. We share each other's stories, feelings, dreams that you told me. I like your voice.

Your voice that expresses who you are Just as much as I like the stars in the sky.”

Han seemed to remember something. From the content of the letter

“Now you have reached your dream. It's gone further than you ever dreamed. Congratulations. How many times have I said these words in a letter? You never answer my letters. Really disappointing. Haha. I can understand that you don't have time. Have I written often? I've tried to write this letter excitingly. You won't get bored.”

“But actually I wrote and told the same story as the previous version. My little brother, Nong Khanom Jeen, is fine. I saw a photo of Grande and you through a fansite. Please send my condolences to your boyfriend as always. Besides, I have important news to tell you. I'm afraid that you will be disappointed. But you may already be disappointed. Because you are the last friend to know this news......"

"....... I am not well"

By this time, Han's muscles were tense. The initially relaxed sitting position turned into sitting upright. The two hands holding the paper with only one fold tightened without the young man realizing it.

“So the fact that I'm sick isn't a secret. The secret I'm going to tell you is, don't tell anyone. I cry every day hugging my mother. The disease I have is scary. I'm afraid I'll lose my smile. and your own laughter You seem selfish. Make everyone around you feel pain. Including writing to tell you.

But what should I do? I might die today. Sorry for sending this letter. And I'm sorry I had to end this letter. Goodbye Han, goodbye Isriya. It's a pity I never got to call you by that name.”

Unfortunately, that paper now Decorated with tears

The spotlight hurt his eyes. Thousands of people in front Become a faint shadow Pain clings to my heart. Loud music drowns out every sound. But his heartbeat was louder. He didn't see if anyone was crying. His hand clenches the microphone tightly.

On a day without people around I received a letter

The content of the letter made me cry.

If my voice could light up your world

No matter how far....how far I'll shout it out at the top of my lungs.

A young female student views a live performance of her favorite singer with mixed emotions. It was probably Han's excellent performance. Of course, Han was an award-winning actor. Strangely, she felt that the whole time Han was uttering the lyrics, She heard crying.

Can you hear the sound of my heavy heart?

Han's heart was crying.

Friends, please wipe away your tears. I think you look much better when you smile.

Sorry, I'm sorry....

Han is really singing to get someone to stay.

The young girl wiped away her tears slowly. The fact that Han didn't cry For her, that was even more painful. A tall figure slumped to the stage floor, struggling, wanting to help deliver this song. That person he loves

Don't cry. She wasn't standing alone.

It may seem lonely, but you're definitely not alone.

Try turning around and looking to the side. You're not alone, see?

young working man Secretly watching a tape recording of Han's performance during work time. In fact, he wasn't secretly looking at all. It's break time But the movement on stage and the singing voice capture the eye and won't let it go. He easily sank into the song.

Life is ridiculous. Too fragile to play with fire

Obstacles that held her life back

Those are the things that make you strong.

So don't give up.

Please wait for me.

Slender eyes fixed on the live broadcast tape on TV. Tears slowly fell from the corners of my eyes.

Don't cry. She wasn't standing alone.

It may seem lonely, but you're definitely not alone.

Try turning around and looking to the side. You're not alone, see?

Dark brown eyes turned away from the TV screen. But it seemed like the light from outside the window was irritating. Slender eyes blinked a few times. Someone else in the room also felt something abnormal. A hand reached out and closed the window curtains, not allowing much light into the room.

“Does it hurt somewhere, little one?” A familiar voice made the owner of the slender eyes on the bed smile a little. Even though he couldn't see the scene in front of him clearly. He felt a thin palm stroking his hair like usual. His pale lips moved to say something. But the sound that came out was so soft that the listener had to tilt their ears almost close.

“Brother Khao Suay, don't you think so? Han sings beautifully. Too bad it's normal. Just keep dancing.” The tall girl smiled. A thin hand caressed the sick man's head more gently than before.

“Because, Han sings this song for you, little one.” Kao Suai saw his weary face smile.

“After this, if you ever see me, please tell Han that I'm not angry that he didn't answer the letter. Don't feel guilty,” the young man smiled. The sick person might only faintly see that smile. But you probably can't see the tears. A thin hand moved to hold the little man's hand tightly.

The TV was turned off and the music player was turned on instead by another person entering the room. This song has the same content as the one I just finished watching a moment ago: “Mommy is here…”

The sick person felt a change of hands and a different touch, “Mom....”

“How are you today, child? Is hospital food delicious? Can I eat it?” The owner of the slender eyes smiled. He doesn't want to say Now he could feel the touch in the palm of his hand, hear the sound, but the image could only be seen as a shadow with no clear outlines.

“Mommy, don't cry.” An arm that was just skin and bone. It seemed as if it would break at any time, reaching up to wipe away the mother's tears, "I'm sorry I didn't take care of you, Mom. Didn't act like a good son like the others.”

“What are you saying? I've always been a good child to my mother, you know? There is no mother more enviable than you.” A wrinkled hand Supporting her son's hand that was still on her face Surprisingly, the tears that had been wiped from his face did not subside. Instead, it increased even more.

The young boy on the sick bed smiled. Medical equipment that connects the limbs throughout the body It looks like an experimental creature in a laboratory. But in the eyes of a mother No matter what kind of picture it is, children are the most beautiful creatures.

Slender eyes blinked frequently. The weak arm was placed slowly on the bed. “If you're sleepy, go to sleep, child. Can you still hear Han's voice clearly?”

The soft pillow moved up and down as the patient nodded. His pale face spread into a wide smile. As the eyelids slowly closed, the music continued endlessly.

 Sorry…I’m sorry bye HUNZ

The door to the patient room was violently pushed open. It was as if the visitor was in a hurry. The two people standing by the patient's bed turned to the new arrival. Tall figure in expensive clothes His handsome, eloquent face was like a trademark. But the arrival of a tall person could not at all disturb the consciousness that was slipping into the sleep of the sick person.

The tall figure quickly rushed towards the sick bed but was blocked by another woman with a heavy hand. That would have ruined the trademark of a young singer, young actor, young model, whatever it was, go crazy.

“I have already warned you. Don't take my brother out of the house."

Han didn't care and rushed towards the patient's bed, but this time Khao Suay graciously avoided it. He pretended not to hear. Warning signs from medical equipment Or the cries of the middle-aged woman he respected. The faces of the people on the bed were calm and filled with happiness. A hand stroked across his forehead, moving down his cheek to his chin. Place your forehead against the forehead of the sleeping person.

“Kangsom....I'm here. Tonight we will sit and look at the sky together.”

No answer came back. just a smile Tears flowed down silently.

In the dream, the boy was sitting on the back of his big friend's bicycle. A friend who told him that he would take him to see the wonders of the sky

It's clearly a lie. The sky everywhere is the same.

"Where are you taking me, Han Isariya? I won't die when Brother Khao Suay finds out." The little man complained all the way. But he refused to jump off the bicycle that his tall friend had set out to ride to a destination he didn't know.

"Stay still, Kang. The road is steep, or you'll fall." The little man graciously agreed to remain calm. I'm just afraid of falling off the bike. “Summer like this, riding a bike feels good. Plus, just sitting there is so comfortable I'm going to die."

“So what?” The little man pouted.

“Don't believe Brother Khao Suay too much. You can come out of the house sometimes,” the cyclist said. “Ah...it's here.” The tall figure stretched his legs down to touch the ground and braked. When the bicycle stops The tall man then extended his hand and pointed towards the sky.

“What?” The cyclist looked at the man.

“Do you see that star? I think it's very beautiful. Look forward to it. One day I'll be that star."

“Just bring me here to see,” the boy let out a loud breath.

“What? Pay attention. People go out of their way to tell secrets. One day I will shine like that star, just watch.”

In the corner of Kaeng Som The Han at this moment seemed to be glowing. Both smiles and words Why did I suddenly feel my heart pounding like this?

“You must have had a dream, you know?” Han turned to look at the person still sitting on his bicycle. A face full of smiles It's like a star already.

“Then...I will be a star. Like you..........”

….…wake up…...