"I should have brought my glasses," Taehyung looked at the blurred font on his phone.

The idol's eyesight was pretty alright, after the temporary blindness he had experienced a few years ago. A few glasses of red was the reason for his pressing zoom on the screen. His phone rang.

"Mr Kim, this is Min-hyuk," the smooth voice replied. "You didn't text your reply so I'm calling to confirm that I'll pick you up in five minutes."

"Gomabda," the idol slurred. His brain felt like someone was pounding it with a meat hammer again and again. He'd sleep off the hangover on the way over.

"Remember, the registration plate is EX013434," the Uber driver recited the long serial number to the singer's tipsy brain.

Ah, that must be it- EX134340.

"Min-hyuk," the BTS member smiled.

"It's Min-hyun, sir," the driver waved off the mistake graciously.

"Mianhae imnida," the passenger lay flat on the back seat.

"Should I get you coffee or anything before we reach the SM building, Mr Byun?" Min-hyun offered but received no response. He turned around and saw that the idol was already asleep. As he buckled up, the Uber employee reflected on the tough lives that idols led. Whilst others slept, Kpop artists practiced choreo into the wee hours of the morning. Then, there were the crazy diets and fitness regimes.

It's best that Mr Baekhyun sleep before he returns to Super M, the driver decided as he buckled up and drove on the motorway to Seoul...