strictlysupreme Chapter 887: Campfire Stories (2)
Chapter 887: Campfire Stories (2)
Chapter 887: Campfire Stories (2)
- Luther? Isn't that his cat?
- I think Casper's gone crazy.
- I love Casper with all my life, but why would he say that after Jisung revealed he's adopted?
Joonie blinked, also confused by Casper's statement. Then, he let out a chuckle. "Have you lost your mind?" he asked in amusement. "Luther is your cat."
The others couldn't help but chuckle at Joonie's reaction, but June didn't join in. He kept his gaze fixed on Casper, sensing there was more to the story.
Casper's lips curled into a sad smile as he continued, ignoring the light-hearted response. "My brother died," he said quietly. "His nickname was Luther."
They all stopped chuckling as soon as Casper said those words.
- Oh shit.
-Guys, you are all going to hell.
- Everybody just sees Casper as a crazy guy most of the time, but he's actually pretty deep.
- I feel bad.
- Why did Joonie even make that comment? It was insensitive.
- Yeah, I'm disappointed in Joonie.
- I swear, you were also laughing at Casper just moments ago.
Joonie pursed his lips and stayed quiet. He just wanted to make a comment because he felt that his screen time was still not enough. However, it got him to this point.
"We apologize," Hana said, taking responsibility. The others nodded in agreement. "Do you still want to continue with your story?" she asked.
"I woke up and couldn't remember most of my life," she confessed.
June nodded silently. And that was the reason why she didn't remember Jun Hao at all. But then again, that might have been for the better.
She didn't deserve to remember the pain and the struggles they went through. "However, I was blessed by my parents. They took care of me until I was better. They made me remember things slowly. They never pressured me. At first, they didn't approve of my dream. I understood, of course. Being an idol is very demanding, but in the end, they let me be -saying that this is my life to live, and if I was going to be happy in it, then I should go."
The others nodded, suddenly feeling their bond growing stronger.
June sat quietly, watching the flames dance, lost in thought. He knew now, more than ever, that everyone had a story. All of them did.
They might be artists, stars shining brightly in the public eye, but beneath the fancy clothes, they were just people. People with pasts, with pain, with memories that shaped them into who they were. And at this moment, around the campfire, those stories had started to come to
light.
- They're just like us...
- I wasn't ready for this.
- This show is something else.
- I'm so proud of them for sharing their stories.
June continued looking at the fire, oblivious to the looks the others were throwing toward his
way. It was only when Casper nudged his shoulder that he snapped out of his thoughts.
He looked up at them and raised one eyebrow.
"What?" he asked.
The others smiled, amusement seen on their faces.
"What about you?"
"What's your story, June?"