two women—two different stories—lowkenuinely the same impact. and for this post, I'd like to refer to chapter 91 of the book. AHEM! (trigger warning: DIANE!!!) #noticing
Diane sighed dramatically. "You know, you're the first potential face of a generation to be shocked by brand interest. I'm amazed, honestly."
"Stop saying that," Heran groaned. "I'm not the face of anything."
"Right. You're just the only girl in a male idol group, the top-voted female trainee on a nationally broadcasted survival show, a critically recognised performer, and a visual icon by seventeen," Diane listed, sarcasm lacing every word. "My bad."
Heran flinched slightly at that. "You're making me sound bigger than I am."
"You are bigger than you think you are," Diane said, voice quiet but firm. She looked at Heran longer than necessary, enough to make the younger girl shift in her seat. "Can I tell you what your problem is?"
Heran narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me?"
"You still think of yourself as just an artist."
"I am an artist," Heran shot back. "I make music. I sing. I perform."
"No, that's what you do," Diane corrected. "But you're an idol. Which means you're also a brand. A face. A symbol. Your presence in a room holds weight before you even say anything."
Heran leaned back, exhaling slowly. "I know that."
Diane raised a brow. "You really don't. But it's okay. That's what this year is for—realising it. Owning it."
She handed over the iPad. Heran stared down at the email. The subject line was bold, black, and intimidating: MIU MIU X HERAN – Global Campaign Proposal.
"This year, we boost your brand," Diane said. "You're pretty. You're sharp. You're good at everything. Time to use it."
Heran scoffed, still staring at the screen. "Wow. So now I'm just selling myself."
"It's called marketing," Diane shot back. "Wasted potential doesn't just mean fewer lines in a song. It means not using your entire package—your face, your fashion sense, your public image. It's not superficial. It's leverage."
"Wow. So now my personality is leverage."
"You think I'm joking, but people love you for your chaos and contradictions," Diane said, flipping back to her own screen. "You're not just performing for fans anymore. You're shaping public perception. You're setting trends."
Heran leaned her head back against the seat, blowing out a breath. "So what, you're trying to make me the next Jennie?"
Diane shrugged. "Jennie walked so someone could run. Why not you?"
"You've already passed Yuna in most online engagement stats. Our next target is aespa."
Heran blinked. "Which member?"
Diane grinned. "All of them."
Heran dropped her head back against the seat. "Jesus."
"This isn't just about figuring out who Lee Heran is anymore," Diane said, her tone shifting from amused to serious. "It's about solidifying the title people are already whispering about you."
Heran looked over, wary. "What title?"
"The fourth gen IT girl."
Heran sat bolt upright. "I AM NOT—"
"—READ. THE. DAMN. EMAIL!" Diane snapped.
"OKAY!" Heran laughed. "I'm reading it!