Kim Hyuna Novels & Stories

while pointing her thumb finger on her own chest. The girl named Son Hyun Ah has an eye color of ebony brown, blonde hair, petite; stands at merely five feet, she also had a white complexion skin. A complete Korean description. “How come you arrived early? Didn't you encounter the snowstorm from last night?” Aerith asked, curiously, while raising her brows and arms crossed to her chest. “Oh! Well, I let ‘em use the Amtrak. Simply as that,” Hyun-Ah shrug her shoulder as she answered to Aerith's query. It's as if she's saying that she finds a way not to experience the snowstorm.

Now she only thinks about Justin, but Karina tries to keep her head from thinking about Justin. "Karina! You are beautiful! You can get any guy! Even Lee Min-Ho! Or Park Chanyeol!" Karina stood up, making movements with her curves. She is imagining being the dream of famous handsome actors and idols in South Korea. For a moment she forgot about Justin, but a few seconds later she remembered Justin again. Annoyed, she kicked the nightstand until it made a pretty loud sound. Then she winced in pain as she clutched the tip of her big toe.

But I was. Late at night, with the glow of my laptop staining my face an unhealthy blue, I clicked through archived news articles, gossip blogs, and old interviews. Yuna Kim—actress, socialite, philanthropist. The kind of woman who walks into a room and makes everyone else feel like they’re extras in her movie. And Jin… Jin had been on her arm once. Smiling in photos that didn’t look forced. Standing close in ways that didn’t seem staged. I told myself I was looking for inconsistencies, evidence of Minjun’s involvement, and proof that Ilay wasn’t feeding me a carefully curated narrative. But if I was honest, I was looking for her flaws.