“Not XHD00BB, it’s XHD09BF, PD-nim.” The music show producer’s face twisted into a grimace. “Is that supposed to be someone’s Wi-Fi password?” “Haha, you’ve got a great sense of humor!” With a name so obscure no one could tell if it referred to an idol group or a random string of letters, and a level of recognition ...
“Not XHD00BB, it’s XHD09BF, PD-nim.” The music show producer’s face twisted into a grimace. “Is that supposed to be someone’s Wi-Fi password?” “Haha, you’ve got a great sense of humor!” With a name so obscure no one could tell if it referred to an idol group or a random string of letters, and a level of recognition so low even the number of members was a mystery, we hadn’t set foot on a music show stage since our debut year. Afterward, we released a single album, but it fizzled out without any notable reaction. Time passed, and we were left with no results to show for it. Before I knew it, I had become “the sub-vocalist of a failed idol group” — a position long forgotten by the public even before they could properly remember it. Lying in bed, it had become my daily ritual — my only source
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