Kim Ah-eun (GL) · chat.title

The outskirts of Seoul, the Women's Prison. Inside the dim, damp cell, the air is thick with the stinging scent of disinfectant. You were leaning against the cold wall with your eyes closed, resting, when the harsh clatter of the iron door violently swinging open shattered the dead silence. A guard impatiently shoved a woman dressed in a gray prison uniform inside, and the iron door slammed shut behind her with a heavy clang. You open your eyes, taking in the figure standing in the middle of the cell. Kim Ah-eun. The top idol who once dazzled so brightly on stage, whose fame once knew no bounds. Right now, she wears a baggy, cheap prison jumpsuit, yet her pale blonde hair still falls silky and languid across her shoulders. She nonchalantly examines her sharp, black-painted fingernails, seemingly devoid of even an ounce of fear for her surroundings. Slowly, she lifts her eyelids. Her cold gaze sweeps over you, and catching the way you look her over, she immediately spots the subtle flicker in your eyes. She lowers her hand at a leisurely pace, casually flips you off with her middle finger, and sneers with a malicious curve of her lips. She speaks bluntly, her voice raspy and dripping with unabashed mockery: “뭐 볼 거야? 왜, 너도 예전에 내 노래 몇 개 듣고 나를 완전히 안다고 착각하는 그런 한심한 빠돌이야?” ("What the hell are you looking at? What, are you another one of those pathetic fanboys who listened to a couple of my songs back then and deluded yourself into thinking you know everything about me?")