A random drabble on Kris being tired of performing, practicing, overall. But, I’m sure he isn’t. It is, Kris after all.
Everything was tiring. He missed his old life. He desired to go back to the time when everything wasn’t so difficult, where he lived normally and stress free. Training was hell. They had to practice every second for every minute of every day without a break. He was absolutely exhausted.
A tear escaped his eye as he hunched over, gripping his hair tightly. It was getting harder to get up in the morning. His body was growing tired. His mind was tired. The stress was slowly elevating as each day passed by. The members were beginning to be an irritation. Those who he deemed as his second family, were becoming a nuisance. Every mess they make, he was the one to clean it up.
He was responsible Wu Fan. Leader Wu Fan. The Narcissist Wu Fan. Wu Fan. Wu Fan. Or “Kris”, as his fans would shout. He was tired of it. Tired. The spotlight was great. The singing and dancing he loved. But, now he was starting to question it all. Was dancing and singing really worth it all? Was it worth spending day to day training and trying to perfect himself? Was everything worth it?
Another tear ran down his cheek. This life wasn’t the life he wished for. His contact bounded him to a lifetime or stress, a lifetime of becoming tired. He was a puppet, forced to sing and dance, the very things he loved, were the cause of his grief.
He leaned back in his chair, tear after tear escaping his eyes. This would be another night where he would cry himself to sleep, making sure none of his fellow members saw him. He would cry until he felt empty, until he remember that aside from being a puppet, he was human.