Paparazzi (GRi oneshot)
He stepped down from his slick, black limousine, grinning and waving at the camera flashes and his screaming fangirls.
“Ji Yong, I love you!” they all shrieked at him.
He flashed his pearly white teeth, but behind those sunglasses, his eyes showed the empty part in his heart.
What did those girls know? They loved him for his music, they loved him for his looks, and that was it. He had never let their I love yous sink down into him, because he knew it wasn’t true.
“Ji Yong, what does it feel to be here, surrounded by your supporters, and knowing that even more are watching you on television?” a woman asked him for an interview.
“It’s truly an honor to be in the presence of all these pretty young ladies, and all of you who are sitting on the edge of your seats at home. Thank you so much for your support!”
The girls screamed and tried to reach out to him as he walked past them into the building.
“Great job, Ji Yong!” his manager said to him once he reached his table with the other celebrities.
Ji Yong smiled at him. “All in a day’s work, sir.”
The man rumbled in laughter. “You’re a funny guy, Mister Kwon.”
Ji Yong’s smile faded away as he looked up at the stage he’d be standing on later in the night. He looked back at the thousands of empty seats in the studio. Later on, they’d be filled up with thousands of shrieking fans, screaming his name as he’d perform for them.
“Excuse me, sir,” someone spoke up. “Please look over here for a photo.”
Ji Yong turned back and saw a teenager, nearing his twenties, holding a professional camera. He leaned closer to the others at his table and smiled for a photo.
“Thank you very much.” The photographer bowed and walked away.
“Wait,” Ji Yong squeaked and stood up from his seat.
The young man looked back at him, bowed again, then rushed away.
Ji Yong stared after him. “Who was he?” he whispered to the singer beside him.
She shrugged. “Just another member of the paparazzi. He’s pretty young, don’t you think?”
He nodded.
Throughout the night, Ji Yong never saw the young photographer again. Wasn’t he part of the documentation team for the show? So where was he?
As he performed on stage, he ignored the yells of the people in the studio, and his eyes wandered around for the guy.
What are you doing, Ji Yong? Keep focused on your fans. That guy, he’s a once in a lifetime meet; you don’t need him.
During a commercial break, he went backstage for a little smoke. Other performers were there, alongside interviewers and photographers.
A woman, one interviewer, came up to him, and right before the camera could see, he put out his cigarette.
Ji Yong smiled for the camera.
“Mister Kwon, there is one question that everyone has been asking. A million girls all over Korea, and around the world, are screaming your name and fighting for your affection. Is there a certain someone that makes your heart pound?”
He laughed, thinking, Am I supposed to answer this question? Of course there isn’t, right? The girls would be thrilled.
As he opened his mouth to say no, he caught the young photographer from the corner of his eye. And his heart started pounding.
He looked at the camera. “Actually, yes. Sorry, ladies.” He winked and excused himself.
He walked away from the others and followed him.
Sensing someone behind him, the photographer looked back, and his eyes grew wide at the sight of Kwon Ji Yong, international superstar. He bowed.
“What’s your name, kid?”
“L-Lee Seung Ri,” he said softly.
“How old are you?”
“Nineteen.”
“You’re pretty young, aren’t you? You’re working for the media staff?”
He nodded.
Ji Yong smiled at him and whipped out his own digital camera from his coat pocket. “Could I get a photo?”
“Uhh, sure.” Seung Ri stretched out his hand for the camera, thinking that he was being asked to take a photo for him.
He chuckled. “No, I meant a photo of you.”
The nineteen-year-old’s eyes grew even wider. “But why, sir?”
“I want to see how it feels to be a part of the paparazzi.”
Seung Ri gulped and nodded. As Ji Yong held up his camera, he grinned.
Promise I’ll be kind
But I won’t stop until that boy’s mine
Baby, you’ll be famous, chase you down until you love me
Papa, paparazzi.
AN: A forced oneshot based on Lady GaGa's Paparazzi.
“Ji Yong, I love you!” they all shrieked at him.
He flashed his pearly white teeth, but behind those sunglasses, his eyes showed the empty part in his heart.
What did those girls know? They loved him for his music, they loved him for his looks, and that was it. He had never let their I love yous sink down into him, because he knew it wasn’t true.
“Ji Yong, what does it feel to be here, surrounded by your supporters, and knowing that even more are watching you on television?” a woman asked him for an interview.
“It’s truly an honor to be in the presence of all these pretty young ladies, and all of you who are sitting on the edge of your seats at home. Thank you so much for your support!”
The girls screamed and tried to reach out to him as he walked past them into the building.
“Great job, Ji Yong!” his manager said to him once he reached his table with the other celebrities.
Ji Yong smiled at him. “All in a day’s work, sir.”
The man rumbled in laughter. “You’re a funny guy, Mister Kwon.”
Ji Yong’s smile faded away as he looked up at the stage he’d be standing on later in the night. He looked back at the thousands of empty seats in the studio. Later on, they’d be filled up with thousands of shrieking fans, screaming his name as he’d perform for them.
“Excuse me, sir,” someone spoke up. “Please look over here for a photo.”
Ji Yong turned back and saw a teenager, nearing his twenties, holding a professional camera. He leaned closer to the others at his table and smiled for a photo.
“Thank you very much.” The photographer bowed and walked away.
“Wait,” Ji Yong squeaked and stood up from his seat.
The young man looked back at him, bowed again, then rushed away.
Ji Yong stared after him. “Who was he?” he whispered to the singer beside him.
She shrugged. “Just another member of the paparazzi. He’s pretty young, don’t you think?”
He nodded.
Throughout the night, Ji Yong never saw the young photographer again. Wasn’t he part of the documentation team for the show? So where was he?
As he performed on stage, he ignored the yells of the people in the studio, and his eyes wandered around for the guy.
What are you doing, Ji Yong? Keep focused on your fans. That guy, he’s a once in a lifetime meet; you don’t need him.
During a commercial break, he went backstage for a little smoke. Other performers were there, alongside interviewers and photographers.
A woman, one interviewer, came up to him, and right before the camera could see, he put out his cigarette.
Ji Yong smiled for the camera.
“Mister Kwon, there is one question that everyone has been asking. A million girls all over Korea, and around the world, are screaming your name and fighting for your affection. Is there a certain someone that makes your heart pound?”
He laughed, thinking, Am I supposed to answer this question? Of course there isn’t, right? The girls would be thrilled.
As he opened his mouth to say no, he caught the young photographer from the corner of his eye. And his heart started pounding.
He looked at the camera. “Actually, yes. Sorry, ladies.” He winked and excused himself.
He walked away from the others and followed him.
Sensing someone behind him, the photographer looked back, and his eyes grew wide at the sight of Kwon Ji Yong, international superstar. He bowed.
“What’s your name, kid?”
“L-Lee Seung Ri,” he said softly.
“How old are you?”
“Nineteen.”
“You’re pretty young, aren’t you? You’re working for the media staff?”
He nodded.
Ji Yong smiled at him and whipped out his own digital camera from his coat pocket. “Could I get a photo?”
“Uhh, sure.” Seung Ri stretched out his hand for the camera, thinking that he was being asked to take a photo for him.
He chuckled. “No, I meant a photo of you.”
The nineteen-year-old’s eyes grew even wider. “But why, sir?”
“I want to see how it feels to be a part of the paparazzi.”
Seung Ri gulped and nodded. As Ji Yong held up his camera, he grinned.
Promise I’ll be kind
But I won’t stop until that boy’s mine
Baby, you’ll be famous, chase you down until you love me
Papa, paparazzi.
AN: A forced oneshot based on Lady GaGa's Paparazzi.