The Spotlight
In the heart of Seoul, wrapped in clouds of luxury and curated silence, lives Kim Chae-Won — the name on every billboard, the face on every magazine. People call her many things: goddess, diva, untouchable. But behind closed doors, she wakes not as a woman, but as a brand.
A sun-drenched penthouse suite. A huge vanity mirror lights up as someone flicks it on. Kim Chae-Won sits in a silk robe, sipping coffee, her hair being curled.
Staff Girl
(Gently) Unnie, your skin looks amazing today. Did you sleep well?
Kim Chae-Won
(smirking) Please. I never sleep before a cover shoot. I’m just built differently (sips coffee).
Staff Girl
(laughing) You should bottle that confidence. Sell it with your perfume line.
Kim Chae-Won
Mmm, “Arrogance by Chae-Won.”(wink) Limited edition. Gold packaging, obviously.
She laughs. They all do. That’s how the morning begins — with compliments painted on as thick as foundation. But no one asks how she really slept. No one wants to know.
Her manager enters, phone to ear, talking rapidly.
Park Eun-Ju
No peanuts in the dressing room. I said no—she’s allergic to the air they touch. Fix it. (to Chae-Won) Good morning, your highness.
Kim Chae-Won
(raising an eyebrow) Flattery this early? What did you mess up?
Park Eun-Ju
Nothing yet. But we’re late. The Vogue team’s downstairs, and the car is blocking traffic
Kim Chae-Won
Let them wait. The queen never arrives first. (pout)
Her words sting with confidence — and truth. Kim Chae-Won doesn't chase moments. She makes them wait.
Hotel lobby. Flashing cameras, fans behind barriers. Paparazzi shouting her name. She walks through, slow and flawless, flanked by staff.
Fans
(screaming) Chaewon unnie!! Look here!! I love you!!
Kim Chae-Won
(barely glancing) Mmm. Cute energy. Hope she doesn’t cry when I ignore her.
Park Eun-Ju
(whispering) Be nice. You’re trending again for being “cold.”
Kim Chae-Won
(without missing a step) And yet, they can’t stop looking at me.
Eyes follow her like moths to flame — bright, burning, dangerous. No one sees the smoke behind the shimmer.
Inside the car. Silence. She takes off her sunglasses, staring at her reflection in the tinted window.
Kim Chae-Won
(softly) Why does the world only love what it can’t touch?
Park Eun-Ju
(glancing over) Because touching makes things real. And real is never perfect.
Kim Chae-Won
Good. I never signed up to be real. (looks at the window)
Real means vulnerable. Imperfect human. Things the world doesn’t forgive — especially in women who dare to shine too brightly.
Chae-Won sits alone with a latte in the break room. Her phone buzzes. Messages from family: “Call us,” “Come home for dinner.” She puts it face down.
Staff Girl
Unnie, your phone’s buzzing a lot. (worried)
Kim Chae-Won
It does that when people want things. (said bluntly)
She stares at her phone, then at nothing. In a world so loud, her silence is the only thing that’s hers.
She opens Instagram. 2M likes on her latest post. Thousands of comments. She scrolls blankly.
Kim Chae-Won
They all say they love me. Not one of them knows me.
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