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“When Ga-In was younger, she grew up with a lot of pain that developed into wounds. She has a habit of facing the wall whenever she cries, and for a while, all we ever saw was her back. She eventually just turned those cries into silence, and I think that’s why people get the impression that she’s arrogant…” 

“She’s never one to complain or whine. She’s grown far too much since then… Actually, I don’t think grown is the appropriate word because she learned to hide herself instead.” 

After mentioning that fandoms of another idol group would swear at her, throw objects, and point their fingers at her at broadcast halls or event performances: “Sometimes, I grew so enraged seeing that I just wanted to give up my position as staff and grab those kids by the neck collar to teach them a lesson. Ever since then, Ga-In has had trouble opening herself up to anyone she isn’t close with and treating them with sincerity.”

“Did you wait long?” she asked, trailing her eyes up to his face. His disheveled hair brought out a quiet chuckle from her lips as she walked further inside his house. “Have you been busy? Look at your hair.” Her hand reached up to his head, combing her fingers through his soft locks. Once she had let go, she looked around and was pleasantly surprised with how clean the whole place was—it also felt warm and smelled like ‘home’.