I want to take a cloth, wash away their make up and tell them they are still beautiful. I want to take their hand and walk them to bed, telling them that their rest is more important than their next interview. I want to feed them so they can’t movie for an hour and make sure they’re healthy. I want to hug them when they cry and be the source of their smiles, strength, and happiness. I’m a fan of Kpop. You know nothing of love.