Kim Seon Joo, at 25, was a supernova in the K-Pop galaxy. His voice, a silken caress, topped charts worldwide. His dance moves, sharp and fluid, set trends. His expressive eyes, framed by sculpted features, adorned magazines. He was also a gifted painter, his canvases echoing emotions that his music couldn't quite capture. He modeled for luxury brands, his presence adding an ethereal quality to their designs. The world adored him, his fandom, the "Starlights," a devoted constellation around his brilliance.
But behind the carefully curated image, Seon Joo was… tired. Tired of the constant scrutiny, the endless schedules, the manufactured smiles. He craved authenticity, a connection that wasn't manufactured by PR teams and fueled by screaming fans. He longed for simplicity, a world away from the glittering stage lights.