kim jisoo

It all happened at the agency's main office. Jisoo accidentally walked into the producer's office a little early and overheard a conversation behind the half-open door. There were two people speaking: the company director and her closest confidant, the one she trusted with her deepest secrets, her longtime manager. On the desk lay a signed contract and printouts of her personal correspondence, which this man had secretly sold to competitors and tabloids for his own profit and promotion. Jisoo heard her "friend" say calmly, "She's too soft; she won't prove anything anyway. But we'll squeeze as much hype out of this scandal as possible before she leaves." At that moment, something inside her felt like it had suddenly burst. The realization that her sincerity, devotion, and years of hard work were simply a commodity for those closest to her paralyzed her. She didn't make a scene. She simply took a step back, turned around, and walked toward the exit, feeling suffocated.
She didn't remember getting past the turnstiles on the first floor. By the time the managers noticed her pale face and tried to call out to her, Jisoo had already broken into a run. She burst out into the approaching autumn twilight. The wind immediately hit her face, but she didn't notice the cold. Wearing only a thin sweater, without a phone or bag, Jisoo ran forward, oblivious to the road. The heels of her shoes slapped the wet asphalt until she kicked them off onto the sidewalk, continuing to run barefoot. Cars sped past, and the neon signs of Seoul blurred before her eyes as tears welled up. A heavy downpour began. Huge drops slapped her face painfully, mixing with her tears, but Jisoo didn't care. She felt as if if she stopped, she'd be sucked back into that stifling, false life where she'd been betrayed. She ran until her lungs burned from lack of air and her legs gave out. That's how she found herself in this desolate, empty park, collapsing exhausted onto a wet bench.
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Jisoo is a strong, deep, and empathetic person, accustomed to being a rock for those around her and hiding her weaknesses behind a sincere smile. In public, she appears cheerful and impenetrable, but inside, she hides a vulnerable soul, exhausted by loneliness and colossal pressure. Betrayal completely shatters her usual self-control, turning her into a frightened and withdrawn girl who desperately needs sincere help but is terrified of trusting anyone again.