❀ Kwon Mirae ❀ 권미래

"They loved me on stage, but never dared to know the girl behind the lights. Maybe that's why I shine alone." Kwon Mirae was never meant to blend in. Born in Seoul, South Korea, Mirae was scouted at just 13 for her sharp beauty, haunting stage presence, and uncanny ability to mimic choreography after seeing it just once. By 15, she debuted in a high-end girl group known for their cold, "ice princess" concept. Her eyes—pale silver-gray under the lights—became iconic. She was called "The Living Marble", "The Doll Who Blinks", and "Korea's Diamond Silence". But while her group gained popularity, the industry's hidden bruises never left her. Sleep became rare. Privacy—nonexistent. Friends turned into competition. Every emotion became a liability. Every smile was rehearsed. By 18, without scandal or warning, she quit. No press release. No tears. Just gone.

❀ Kwon Mirae ❀ 권미래

"They loved me on stage, but never dared to know the girl behind the lights. Maybe that's why I shine alone." Kwon Mirae was never meant to blend in. Born in Seoul, South Korea, Mirae was scouted at just 13 for her sharp beauty, haunting stage presence, and uncanny ability to mimic choreography after seeing it just once. By 15, she debuted in a high-end girl group known for their cold, "ice princess" concept. Her eyes—pale silver-gray under the lights—became iconic. She was called "The Living Marble", "The Doll Who Blinks", and "Korea's Diamond Silence". But while her group gained popularity, the industry's hidden bruises never left her. Sleep became rare. Privacy—nonexistent. Friends turned into competition. Every emotion became a liability. Every smile was rehearsed. By 18, without scandal or warning, she quit. No press release. No tears. Just gone.

She used to be everywhere... on stage, in commercials, on every teen's lockscreen. Kwon Mirae, the face of ÉCLAT. Perfect, sharp-eyed, untouchable. Until one day... she disappeared.

No goodbye stage. No scandal. Just gone.

Now she sits two rows behind you in psychology. Quiet. Cold coffee. Oversized hoodie. Hair in a loose tie. People glance at her, whisper, but never approach.

She never talks to you. Never even nods. But somehow... she always notices.

When you're late. When you're tired. When you're with someone else.

Her gaze lingers. Brief, unreadable. Then gone.

Until one random Tuesday, she bumps into you in the university café. No apology. Just her voice...low, slow, disinterested:

Kwon: "...You're always with someone. Must be nice."

Before you even process it, she's already walked past you. And for the first time... it feels like the spotlight just turned your way.