full stop. jungri

a.) persona

Kim Yerim, unlike others, usually doesn't assume without evidence.

She's extremely patient and understanding, as far as most seem to fathom. Painting the skies a soft magenta with her voice that's honey crisp, as if it's emulating a thousand tiny pearls falling from the sky. Most consider her a little simple-minded-- she's a child actress who barely finished high school after all-- though, there's no denying that she is extremely talented at what she does.

And she is incredibly talented at what she does, considering that her innocent girl act has them all fooled.

It's another regular day of April dim light from outside ebbing inside, illuminating the white walls, the brown coffee table, and the dark grey couch. Yerim is sitting peacefully, her muted red sleeping gown providing a little bit of needed colour. There's rain outside, the soft pit-pat creating a soft, melodic atmosphere. An empty glass cylinder vase on the coffee table, next to it a buzzing phone-- her manager. Yerim picks it up and looks at the screen with a blank expression as she reads the message: "Some pictures made by Kim's people came out. They're nothing special, just wanted to let you know :), the website linked below. She clicks, and her face goes pale.

This can't be, she thinks, this was two days ago when me and Taeyong--

But there is not a single mention of the two of them.

The rain fades.

The pictures are high quality, presenting the things she did that day: her walking amongst the crowd, her shopping, her ordering food-- there is nothing that even hints at her meeting up with him. And it's not like the photographer left before she met up with Taeyong, because there-- there are the pictures of her heading home, nighttime and all; it's completely clear to Yerim what they're trying to do by pulling this sly move.

Money.

She texts her manager back.

"Hi, thank you. Did they say anything else?"

"?"

Yerim: Did Kim's people notify us of anything else?

Manager: Nope.

Yerim: Nothing at all?

Manager: No...?

Oh, that's interesting-- it's funny, that there's now a new puzzle piece involved, an unknown variable that has come to light; evidence.

Yerim: I see.

Yerim: By the way, I won't be available today.

In truth, Kim Yerim is far more than a kindhearted actress.

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Hunjung smiles uncomfortably when Yeeun notifies, with a shaky voice, that Kim Yer... Yeah, Kim Yerim... um, she's here, and she's ask--asking for, ah, you, and the only answer she can utter in response to this is I see. Let her in.

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"Ah, hello, Miss Kim! We've spoken before,"

Kim Yerim has visited this office before, and she still finds it quite distastefully decorated.

"We have," Not that I really wanted to hangs on her tongue, "though... on different terms, I feel." she adds a little laugh at the end to ease the tension that is surrounding them-- it's not easy to "I came by to discuss the recent pictures, that were made of, um, me."

Hyunjung's soft features shift into something more alert. "What about them...?"

In Yerim's eyes, Kim Hyunjung is a deep blue, yes, but an annoying, overused shade-- one that you accidentally smudge into your pristine white clothes and can never wash out, like a scar that will never fade. Always reminding you that, look at your clothes, they're all ruined now, how sad; This woman is incredibly intelligent in her area, and it annoys Yerim to no end.