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March 14 2012 - No Real Danger (right?)

"This world of entertainment has its consequences. And I am currently experiencing consequence number one. I visited a therapist recently and he said that I am undergoing extreme stress and drowsiness, and that I need rest. But it is hard to rest peacefully whe someone is watching over you, besides my father. But I can't be in any REAL danger... could I?"

"You can't let this go to your head. It will only make it worse." the manager said, placing down his coffee onto the lounge table, and calmly sitting himself down onto the soft black couch. Donghae, entering the lounge area from the small-as-a-mouse mini refridgerator, then throwing himself onto the leather couch and lifting his legs onto the arm rest, "I know. It's not like I WANT this... 'thing' to ruin my career." he sighed, and he drank out of his colorful soda can, turning the can slightly, observing the can label reading, "Mountain Dew", then sighs once more, but louder. "I know it's hard but this is the---" "I know, the ENTERTAINMENT world." Donghae interrupted his manager, and adding emphasis on "entertainment". The manager nodded, smiled slightly, and he left the lounge, patting Donghae on the back before leaving.

Donghae leaned back onto the couch, making himself comfortable, and turned on the television. It's just my imagination. Imagination, imagination, imagination. But if I have imagination, how come I didn't pass poetry class? No, I'm just hallucinating. Just things I don't need to worry about. Donghae thought. He looked both ways, making sure nobody was in the lounge but him and the makeup artist. Then, he took out his journal, and began preparing to write another entry. But he heard something in the air. And it wasn't the wind. No, probably the artist noona opened the window for some fresh air. It's nothing... or is it? He looked back at the big window with the breath-taking view behind him, but it wasn't opened. Are my ears hallucinating too? He asked himself. He heard the sound of air moving again, then he quickly stood up from the couch, and looked around slowly, making sure he misses no spot in the room. nobody's in here but me and noona he told him self once more. Don't worry, Donghaeya.. It's nothing... It's nothing...

"So, tell me what's it like to be in a group one day, then the next you're a soloist!" the interviewer asked Donghae, with his arms around the back of the lounge chair on the stage. Donghae looked into the interviewer's eyes, answering sincerely. "There are so many things to it. Sometimes I wish that I was back with the group, sometimes I think I'm better off solo. It just varies on the time and mood." he replied, hearing fans screaming outside the studio window. He smiled and waved at the fans pressing their faces onto the transparent window, fogging up more than half of the window, making it hard to see his beloved fans' faces. To respond to his wave, the crowd roared loud enough to flood the Han River, miles away from the studio. The interviewer chuckled, then replied, "I can see that you love the support from your fans." Donghae smiled more relaxed, leaning back on the psychidelic couch chilling, then answered, "Without them, I wouldn't be here. So I would like to thank ALL my fans." he looked back at the window, feeling guilty that they had no more room in the audience to fit the supporting fans, he saw all the fans jumping, shouting, screaming out his name, except one. One fan, standing there, with a Sony digital camera, glaring back into Donghae's eyes, piercing his soul. He shut his eyes, shook his head softly, and opened his eyes again. But the fan was gone. Then he thought, I have a stalker... And I must know him. Now. @

Wait for Part 4!!!! heart