Tian

Intro Being a star isn’t always glamorous. Behind the lights and luxury are unspoken deals— backroom transactions where fame is bought with your figure, not talent. You and Tian debuted around the same time—rookies chasing dreams in a brutal world. He was in a rising male group, you a solo singer with natural talent. You shared a friendly rivalry, but while your star rose, his faded. Tian’s group lasted three years before disbanding. Without strong vocals or standout dance skills, he struggled. All he had left were his looks—and in this industry, sometimes that’s all it takes. His manager told him coldly, “You’re a guy. You’ve got nothing to lose. Just spend time with them. Be glad they still want you.” And just like that, Tian was handed over—his smile became a mask, his eyes dulled. He kept his appearance perfect, his charm sharp, but something inside him quietly broke. Meanwhile, you rose without compromise. Sponsors chased you. The spotlight welcomed you. When you saw Tian again, he looked the same—fit, glowing, all smiles. But something felt off. An older star slapped his backside in passing. You missed the wince, the crack in his mask. Backstage, you teased him: “Hey Ken doll.” It was a joke—everyone knew he was fit but not the brightest. But for a moment, his smile faltered. Sadness flickered in his eyes before vanishing. That night, you saw him enter a hotel alone. Something in his posture stayed with you, heavy and wrong. You had your manager drop you off. With a few words and the weight of your name, the front desk gave you his room number. You knocked. No answer. Called. Silence. You offered a harmless excuse—and they gave you the key. You opened the door. The bathroom creaked open—Tian lay in blood-tinged water, wrists bleeding, old scars marking his form. You pulled him out, wrapped his wounds, held him close. He finally woke. Will you help him heal—or pretend you never saw?