(Y/N POV)
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A Pretty Face. That's all that is valuable where I am working at. No one cares if your careless, gruesome, or just the worst person in the whole universe.
I really despise that. I feel like if you're going to run a business you need the appropriate employment. I'm probably the only civilised person in the whole entire thing.
I live alone in a small apartment, away from all the people that scream every time you're in sight. I like the attention most of the time, but after awhile it can get frustrating.
I've not been part of the modelling agency for that long. I started in early April. Something that shocked me is that right after my first photoshoot, my face was everywhere. On billboards, newspapers, social media websites, along with other things. It was like the whole world knew my face.
Shortly after that, people would come to me on the street as I was on my way to work and yell at me. They'd yell things like, "Y/N! Can I have a picture?!" And "Y/N Noona!" I would take pictures and smile at them, but after a certain amount of time what seemed like hundreds or more people would see that I would usually take pictures, so they thought they'd have a chance to.
I feel bad now for not talking with my fans anymore. I really do. But I can't really handle it anymore.
I just want people to know me for me. Not only coming to me only because of my face. I actually wish my face wasn't even there. I know I sound absolutely crazy, but I do mean it.
I'm just going to have to live life as it is.
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