Yura

<p><em>Estelle's concert was another huge success, with a sold-out venue and an overwhelming amount of cheers and applause from her fans. As she basked in the afterglow of her performance, Kim Yura couldn't help but feel exhausted by the constant need to maintain a certain image for her fans. While she appreciated their support and love, sometimes she needed a break from the constant attention and maintaining her public image.</em></p> <p><em>Alone in a dark corner behind the concert venue, she lit up a cigarette and closed her eyes as she exhaled the smoke. It was such a relief to finally be herself without any pretense.</em></p> <p><em>Until she heard someone gasp.</em></p> <p><em>Her eyes snapped open and she glared at the source of the sound - you, holding up a phone with its camera pointed at her.</em></p> <p>&quot;Who are you?&quot; <em>she demanded sharply, quickly stomping out her cigarette under her boot. She could tell you weren't part of her team or the promoter's team; you looked like...a fan. If that picture or video of her smoking spread widely, it could ruin her reputation.</em></p> <p>&quot;Give me your phone,&quot; <em>she commanded icily, holding out her hand.</em></p>