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hello hello this is not my first time here but it's been well over a year so...nice to meet you all! i bring to you nana, a lime ent hopeful who currently acts as an instagram model/ulzzang. she has a secret passion for dance, a hatred towards the piano, and one of those tragic backstories everyone has nowadays. i’ll leave more details under the cut as well as some plots i had in mind, so please like this post if you’d like to plot! (discord/twitter available upon request ! )

#( ooc. )

kouxbe

kou blinks. because your parents terrify me, isn't exactly the appropriate answer right now. at least, he doesn't think so. and despite being a bit of an air-head, kou has enough sense not to say that. "not really to surprise him..." he says, but that doesn't really help his case. "i just came to support him, i like watching yuwol play the violin," which is true, but gushing about yuwol definitely doesn't help kou's case in any way. he can't really help it though, he really does like watching yuwol play the violin. likes it enough to put on some fancy outfit just to see his ... friend.

nana surprises him though. party popper? firecrackers? what? why would anyone set those off in a building like this? he tilts his head and seemingly leans back in shock. "no... that's dangerous," he blinks again. "it's fine, i'll see yuwol back at ho – later," he shakes his head, almost saying something by accident... again. he needs to learn to be more careful, he thinks.

"firecrackers in a building would have us arrested anyway. i can't let that happen, yuwol would get upset," of course his top concern is yuwol getting upset, and not him getting arrested. whatever, it's fine. "i almost got in trouble for breaking this thing anyway," he gestures to the item he'd almost toppled over. "but i'll take you up on the firecracker offer next time, maybe in an open space."

bexnana

the stranger was seeming more suspicious by the minute, but at least if he's up to no good, he's pretty bad at his job. and even if he's a kidnapper of some sort, she's sure yuwol will figure it out somehow. their father probably has their phones chipped, so in the worst case scenario, he'll just be mildly traumatized or something like that. good luck, brother.

"should we go meet him now then? i can get you past the security," well, actually, this may be seen as her being an accessory to a crime. "just kidding! mother wouldn't like that."

his slip-up doesn't go unnoticed, but nana can't bring herself to care any more than thinking "an afterparty at yuwol's house then? whatever". she won't pry. the less she's privy to, the better. she's not in the mood to entertain any ugly emotions bubbling underneath her decently good mood right now.

"have you arrested, you mean," yet some of that emotion slips out anyway. not that she thinks he'll notice with how nervous and jumpy he's being. she's good at setting a lighthearted tone and mood when she's in her element: surrounded by the rich and powerful. "next time? are you setting up a date right now?" she gasps dramatically, eyes widening as she puts a hand to her mouth. "i didn't think you would be so bold."

#kouxbe #( threads. )#( nana: we do a little trolling )

noelxbe

bexnana

"i'm just waiting for a friend," nana smiles politely, but to no avail, as the man rests a hand on her shoulder. gross. "now, no need to be in such a hurry. let's get to know each other more," the man reassures her, and she's already exploded him a thousand times in her mind. why did she let him usher them off into a quiet corner of the room? just as she's about to respond, someone turns the corner into their little nook, and she flashes the most distressed glance she can at @noelxbe without drawing suspicion. oh, please be someone normal.

noel feels like he hasn’t seen a lot of people lately, but the truth is he’s just only seen the same people lately. he sees the people at school, practice and work, and then every now and then he sees his family. he tries seeing friends outside of those things, but it’s difficult when he’s so busy. noel never knew how much he liked meeting new people, until he almost never meets new people.

but he’d been invited to a party, a chance to see new faces, faces he hadn’t seen in a while. he’s having fun, talking with a lot of people, drink in his hand as he jumps from conversation to conversation. a few people have asked if he’ll be a judge on the new next gen season since he’s been a contestant before, all he can do is laugh, did they forget how bad he did? the topic of next gen and trainee life has been surprisingly little been brought up, he’s not sure if it’s because people are afraid to ask or just don’t know, but it’s nice having a break from practice where you don’t talk about practice.

he turns a corner, catches the glimpse of someone’s face, and it seems a bit like they need his help. he stands still for a second, before deciding to interfere, if she doesn’t need him to, she can just tell him to leave. “it’s so nice to see you again!” he shows a smile to the other, standing next to her, “and who is this?” he looks to the stranger.

bexnana

nana breathes a sigh of relief when the newcomer reciprocates. thank god he knows the proper etiquette.

"oh, hey! it's been awhile," she puts her two weeks of acting classes to use, naturally moving away from the man to greet him. while she isn't the best at lying with her words, she's mastered the art of body language and what it takes to come off as both non-threatening and friendly. she doesn't shut out the man entirely as she's sure he'd go running his mouth to his parents about her, but she very obviously moves over to and favours the newcomer. there isn't much time or sufficient lighting to get a proper look at him, but he's put-together enough for her ploy to work.

"this is one of dad's future business partners," draw a line in the sand between them. "like you just a couple of years ago," she giggles while internally begging for him to play along. okay, maybe she should do something to actually ensure this plan works. if he misses the pitch then she'll be in some hot water.

she tugs him down gently to whisper in his ear. "just go with it. make him think you're more important than him." who knows, maybe he'll have some fun with this himself.

#( threads. )#noelxbe

lucielxbe

luciel gives a lighthearted laugh. “that’s unfortunate, i wouldn’t have survived that long walking in the cold like that…” it’s an exaggeration to say that he won’t survive, he’ll just find it extremely troublesome to walk in the cold.

“there’s the pastel rainbow cake with vanilla cream,” he replies, pointing to the cake display that isn’t far away. “it’s kinda cute, there’s a bunny made of white chocolate on top of each slice.” but the one thing he doesn’t say is that it can be a little too sweet for the general public. it’s a bit hilarious, really. that a heavy coffee drinker like him is into sugary desserts.

that being said, luciel did thought the rainbow cake would have looked cute for a couple’s date. aesthetically pleasing for photos, even — since they will have to send pictures of them to their respective parents to look as if they were, actually on a romantic date. might as well make them pretty.

he sometimes wonders if he could have been normal friends with nana, without the engagement in their shadows, following them like a plague. they would have known each other better, and maybe he would even know her favourite desserts.

sometimes, it’s so annoyi-

bexnana

"you're saying i'm more resilient than you?" nana teases, rubbing her hands together before blowing hot air onto them. at least it was today and not when she had to make an important appearance at some show. better disappoint her fiancé than a disgruntled coordinator.

she surveys the desserts from her position curiously, counting the calories in her head and wondering if the food coloring is artificial—probably. "that looks cute. let's get it," she ends up settling as she doubts it gets any better when it comes to cakes. besides, it'd make for a nice cute break from the moodier aesthetic that her instagram's taken on for the winter season. she waves down a waitress and places her order.

"so how have you been? anything interesting going on in your life?" a loaded question, she knows, but who's going to clock her for being a bad conversationalist here? certainly not luciel.

#weight mention tw #( threads. )#lucielxbe

yeriae

WONYOUNG // 1,2,3 IVE 4

#vis.

beseira

bexnana

nana's always considered her relationship with seira to be a rather unique one—weird, if she's to be brutally honest about it. she would consider herself perceptive about people's intentions and certain intonations, and she can tell seira isn't herself around her. it can't still be nerves, can it? she's so casual around her, it doesn't seem right. they're way past the strangers stage, one might even say beyond acquaintances, but would nana consider them friends? yes, with one of those funny asterisks that say "terms and conditions apply". the condition being she isn't sure if seira's intentions are honest and true. it's not like she tries to psychoanalyze every interaction and relationship she has, but it's come to her through necessity and self preservation due to her affluent family. there's been much too many times where people have befriended her just to request a small loan of a couple million won. at least—so far—seira hasn't asked for anything other than nana's company. in fact, she seems more willing to give than anything. "oh my gosh, thank you!" nana lights up at the sight of the pastry, pocking her phone to accept it with both hands. "are you allowed to just take things from work like that?" she asks curiously.

seira had always pushed the thought of love and crushes away, never allowing it to brush her mind. she’d never had the experience of dating around, crushing, blushing, confessions. so maybe that’s why she has no idea of her feelings. she feels different around nana, how she feels different she’s not sure. she loves being around nana, but she thinks much more before she talks, she listens carefully, interested in everything the other has to say, and she constantly brings small gifts, and she can’t figure out why she gifts nana so many small things when she doesn’t do it to anyone else.

“ah i didn’t just take it, i bought it, it’s one of the more popular flavours, so i hope you’ll enjoy it” she shows a smile. “what have you been doing today? all i’ve done is work” and of course constantly looking at the clock, wonder when she could leave to see nana. “anything special you want to do today?”.

bexnana

"bought?" nana's face crumples into a pout, nuzzling in closer to seira as if to make up for the purchase. "you didn't have to, but i'll make sure to enjoy it fully then." she's no stranger to receiving gifts, especially much pricier ones, but there's something about a present from someone who's poor that means so much more. they actually had to work to afford it, goodness.

"i just got done with some business meeting things," nana shakes her head with a sigh. "nothing interesting. not even a particularly bad toupee to laugh at," a shame, really. "but! i was thinking today we could have dinner together. my treat!" this could be described only as the ultimate test. when presented with an opportunity to spend nana's money, just what would seira pick?

#( threads. )#beseira #( nana you cant just call ppl poor!!! )#( sorry she was raised like that )

beyuwol

he's been rambling a while, belatedly he notices that he might just be talking without expecting to receive any sort of logical solution. maybe for the sake of talking, he doesn't know. either way, nana is speaking rationally, whereas yuwol's allowing his mind to wander wherever it pleases, coming up with the most pessimistic scenarios it could conjure. by this point though, nana is probably used to it. this could be one of the reasons behind their distance, yuwol thinks. he would've have blamed her for it.

"oh, i probably can't travel, for now." he did consider it, but he has made a lot of promises recently. surprisingly, not all of them were related to the violin. he does have a few recitals lined up—as he always does, honestly—but that's not the only thing in his schedule now. "i made a lot of commitments lately, on top of classes... and the inevitable recitals or performances." he doesn't sound too bothered though, it's not an urgent matter. briefly, he wonders if he would be allowed to travel completely alone one of these days. "maybe next year's holiday... for summer?" he's thinking aloud.

yuwol halts his thoughts eventually, mostly because nana replies to his statement with a.. strange tone. he can't make it out, he's not the best when it came to reading other people's emotions. he thought he had practice, but whatever he learned falls short when facing his own sister. ironic.

"you never visited... but maybe that's a good thing, because i haven't been able to clean up my apartment." once again, he doesn't taken on an accusatory tone. he's only talking. "i guess we can meet up outside too." he blinks, wondering why he never suggested that before himself. it dawns on him that he really sucks at keeping contact.

bexnana

"guess i got it lucky by being the popular one for once," she quips, wincing at herself at how mean it sounded. not even because she doesn't want to be mean, but because it means she's treating him like she used to. there's no need for that in her life anymore, and evidently, not in his either. no more annoying little sister to bitch and moan at you anymore, isn't that nice, yuwol?

god, who gives a shit about what he's doing next year, summer, whatever. next summer she's going to be doing the same thing as the one before it or god forbid, she'll be married by that time. no amount of trying to fall in love with luciel can make that any less dreadful of an idea. that's what she gets for being obedient, staying at home to attend to their parents' whims, unlike a certain someone.

has it ever occurred to you that maybe i just didn't want to visit the brother who left me alone in that cold prison of a home?

she doesn't say that, of course.

"if you want to. you know where to find me," she opens the door and makes a move to leave. it's better that she faces away from yuwol right now, so he can't see the look on her face.

#( threads. )#beyuwol #( the descent into profanity . intended btw )

kouxbe

so he isn't very slick, clearly. as much as kou likes cats – he isn't as agile as one. his reactions are slow and this is made even more evident by the way he stares at the vase on the floor, taking a moment to process what had just happened.

ah, right. he did that. just as he's about to bend down and place the decor back to it's rightful place ( thankful that it isn't broken – kou may not be in too much of a rut financially thanks to his parents, but he surely does not want to have to pay for a broken vase ), a pair of hands beat him to it. he blinks, and his eyes flicked upwards. he's graced by a face that seems familiar, like he's seen her before.

she starts speaking and then it hits him – yuwol! that's how he'd known her. from all the time he's spent in yuwol's apartment, he'd seen photos of him with the girl before. "oh, you're right," he finally replies. he doesn't know too much though, and kou well, kou isn't a particularly careful person, usually allowing his mouth to move before his brain can process whatever he's just said.

avoiding your parents, doesn't seem like the best thing to say though, and kou at the very least knows that much. "i was hiding," okay well. he's never been a good liar. "you're nana right?" curiosity has gotten the better of him, he isn't able to keep the thought to himself. "ah, i'm kou, yuwol's friend." friend. he doesn't like the sound of it, but he isn't about to linger on that thought for too long.

bexnana

for a quick moment, nana goes through all six months of self-defense practice her father made her take in the back of her mind, wondering if it'd be appropriate to use it in front of this many esteemed guests, before the (now creepy) stranger introduces himself as yuwol's friend. or so he claims.

"i am nana, yes," she tilts her head curiously, weighing her options, before settling on the straightforward. "why are you sneaking around if you're a friend? oh, are you here to surprise him?" either way, she gets to mess around a bit to unwind for the night, perhaps even get in on some criminal nabbing action before the car arrives. that would look good on instagram.

"should i help you then? what do you need? a party popper? firecrackers? i don't have any of those on me, unfortunately. too much of a fire hazard."

#( threads. )#kouxbe #( shes sooooo goofyyyy )

HAN NANA's winter ambience : songs for a warm and lonely home.

#( edits. )#BE:SEOLLAL2024

HAN NANA's wishes for the new year : 1. growth 2. popularity 3. freedom

#( edits. )#BE:SEOLLAL2024

beseira

a bad love story

dating was off limits, was a promise she made to herself, but, when she was an idol. dating wasn’t in seira’s mind, it would be distracting, she didn’t have the time for it, and though her group was small and maybe not a lot of people would care, she didn’t want the public to think she had a boyfriend. when her idol days ended, seira figured she could allow herself to date, but she didn’t know how to flirt, how to love.

she’s not sure why she was drawn to nana, why her heart skips a beat when she sees the other, why her cheeks turn a slight red colour, and why she always brings small gifts (if she sat down and thought about a bit though, she’d known gift-giving is her love language). they’re meeting today, and seira has no idea why it feels like there’s butterflies in her stomach.

“nana!” she waves as soon as she sees the other, a smile automatically showing up on her lips. “i brought along a cupcake from my work for you”.

sending it to... @bexnana

bexnana

nana's always considered her relationship with seira to be a rather unique one—weird, if she's to be brutally honest about it. she would consider herself perceptive about people's intentions and certain intonations, and she can tell seira isn't herself around her. it can't still be nerves, can it? she's so casual around her, it doesn't seem right. they're way past the strangers stage, one might even say beyond acquaintances, but would nana consider them friends? yes, with one of those funny asterisks that say "terms and conditions apply". the condition being she isn't sure if seira's intentions are honest and true.

it's not like she tries to psychoanalyze every interaction and relationship she has, but it's come to her through necessity and self preservation due to her affluent family. there's been much too many times where people have befriended her just to request a small loan of a couple million won. at least—so far—seira hasn't asked for anything other than nana's company. in fact, she seems more willing to give than anything.

"oh my gosh, thank you!" nana lights up at the sight of the pastry, pocking her phone to accept it with both hands. "are you allowed to just take things from work like that?" she asks curiously.

#( threads. )#beseira #( i actually dont know if cupcake are pastries or not )#( thank you for starting! )

"no thanks."

how annoying. who would've thought creepy men would be this far up the food chain? rhetorical question, nana is fully aware, but one she asks herself in her head regardless. she had somehow stumbled upon one of their investors' sons while checking out a party advertised to her as "just a place to hang out". she should've known better, not that the party itself was bad, but that there would be bottom feeders crawling about the menagerie looking for easy pickings. that thought annoys her even more. does she look easy?!

as much of a loser the man looks, he's persistent, she begrudgingly gives him that. not many people have the confidence to approach her, let alone keep up that egotistical approach when she's already oh-so politely rejected him. unfortunately for her, as much as she wishes she could flip him off and leave, she's in no position to upset someone as important as a potential business partner.

"i'm just waiting for a friend," nana smiles politely, but to no avail, as the man rests a hand on her shoulder. gross.

"now, no need to be in such a hurry. let's get to know each other more," the man reassures her, and she's already exploded him a thousand times in her mind. why did she let him usher them off into a quiet corner of the room?

just as she's about to respond, someone turns the corner into their little nook, and she flashes the most distressed glance she can at @noelxbe without drawing suspicion. oh, please be someone normal.

#( threads. )#noelxbe #( lmk if anything is off )

lesserafimz

໒꒰ྀི ˶• ༝ •˶ ꒱ྀི১ ♡

#( vis. )

hi everyone this is (formerly) ruixi's mun here to announce some changes!

fc - ning yizhuo > jang wonyoung age - 21 > 20 name - han ruixi > han nana birthdate - oct 23 2002 > aug 31 2003

that's all! sorry for any complications and ty for ur time

#( ooc. )#( dances around like a jolly little elf )

beyuwol

ruixi throws a jab at him, and somehow that makes more sense—like that's the response he's used to, instead of the awkward silence that sat between them moments ago. it's funny, thinking that he misses ruixi roasting him like she used to. but it felt fitting, it's just the way they communicated. besides, it also emphasizes their relationship, and how she's the only one close enough to him to do that. she's his sister, after all. now, he can fee how she ignored the point about yuwol's apartment keys.

"both would be grating in its own way... i guess with a phone call i wouldn't have to see his face. so that's ideal." he answered honestly. "i'm pretty sure i wouldn't have the option to choose though," he ultimate settles on that. the inability to make any choice of his own. even though he's living in a separate house, it doesn't seem like he'll be truly free from their parents' grasp. then again, they are still the one paying for his apartment.

"japan sounds fun. i miss it," he remarks, as if he's trying not to let the atmosphere fall into another bout of awkwardness. he wonders if he sounds deseprate amidst his usual flat tone. "good luck with that, though you probably don't need me to tell you that. you'd be fine on your own."

he notices how she's ready to leave quickly, but yuwol doesn't make any move to stop her, even if he wants to question why she's so intent on leaving so soon. "nothing, really. just thought we haven't spoken in a while." that's the most he can say about it. he doesn't sound accusatory, simply making a statement. the last thing he wants is to overdramatize something small.

bexnana

"just present the idea with the least complications. you know that's what they'll go for," they had busy schedules, and she doubts their father would go out of his way to scold yuwol for a mistake if he admits it ahead of time. "he still has to check if you're home before planning a visit. it's not like he's omnipotent," though it certainly feels like it sometimes.

"if you miss it, just go?" she raises an eyebrow. it's not like they're strapped on money, nor does she assume his schedule is filled to the brim like hers is. probably. now that she thinks about it, what is he up to nowadays? she hasn't bothered checking in in awhile since the last time she heard about his now-independent life, a bitter vice tightened around her heart, and it took everything for her not to spit vitriol that would've ruined their relationship forever. as much as she holds that against him, she doesn't think either of them deserve the consequences of that situation.

if he paid attention, he would've seen her pause briefly in her path, only to pick up again right after like nothing happened. which is to say, she hadn't expected him to actually bring up their distance. always thought he was too much of a coward. "oh, you think so?" her tone is neutral, though it could be interpreted as sarcastic by the paranoid. "that's normal. we're both busy adults with our own lives now."

#( threads. )#beyuwol

kouxbe

obvious starter for @beruixi

one glance at kou, and you wouldn't really think of him as someone who'd frequent violin recitals. more than his style, classical music was just something kou didn't quite grow up on, and it wasn't something that attracted much of his interest up until recently. or well, up until he'd met a boy in japan a few years ago. still, music is music, and kou's always found it easy to appreciate that. especially if it's music performed by a boy he's one-sidedly in love with.

it isn't his first rodeo at a violin recital, if he's being honest he's gone to a few now with the sole purpose of supporting yuwol and seeing him in a suit. he's also grown pretty fond of the genre after witnessing live performances. typically, one would approach the performer after they're done, but kou – kou doesn't. despite seeing yuwol almost daily, he finds himself shifting behind walls and pillars to hide away from yuwol's sight ... and well, yuwol's parents. something he's done multiple times before, after every show.

it's more so because he's heard somewhat about yuwol's parents, and their very aura seems to intimidate him. but kou isn't very good at being inconspicuous though. his eyes are shifty and he can't blend in very well with the crowd. he thinks about making a run for it, to just dash out and text yuwol when he's back at the apartment when he spots yuwol's family nearby.

immediately he stops, and turns around, attempting to hide behind another pillar before loudly crashing into a piece of decor.

bexnana

as the applause slowly dies down, ruixi doesn't hesitate to get up to greet the guests. she would love to leave and stretch her legs out a little, but it's her responsibility as the han daughter to make sure everyone they invited leaves pleased and in awe of their family's glory. yuwol's set is the same as ever, a good ol' mourning tune and some safe little piece to assure everyone he wasn't actually sad. no, god forbid something be plaguing his mind. in her opinion, they could probably sell the tortured genius image more, though.

in between the polite greetings and small talk, she notices a shadow darting about out of the corner of her eye. she pays it no mind at first, trusting the security to be doing their jobs, but after awhile, it becomes hard to ignore.

"be careful. you'd have to pay for that," she warns the stranger with a smile on her lips as she props up the vase, stabilizing it back onto the podium. "may i ask what you're doing sneaking around?"

#( threads. )#kouxbe #( goofy ahh cartoon chr )

beyuwol

it's probably been a while since the two of them can talk like this, although yuwol has no idea what happened to make the conversations decrease overtime either. then again, he did move out, is it always this hard to keep up with family once he steps out of the family home? maybe, but there's nothing conventional about their family dynamic for the most part. in their case, it isn't a good thing.

yuwol also just sucks at small talk, so there's that too.

"he probably can. he's the one paying for the apartment, so he can make it happen if he wants." yuwol shrugs. he imagined the scenario before, wherein he does something that disappoints their parents so much he gets called back to that lifeless house, stripped of his freedom. "they have the copy of my keys, anyway. and you do too." not that ruixi had ever used it ( he doesn't know how to unpack that yet ).

"since it's busy, it's going well? work, i mean." funny how easily he can get into idle conversations with a stranger at a party but he feels a little awkward with his own sister. she could be used to it after years of living under the same roof—and possibly tired of it—but that doesn't mean he shouldn't try.

oh, right. he should be packing up too. so he does. "have something else to do?" he asks, genuinely curious. as for yuwol himself, he's not exactly sure what to do. it's not like he's feeling any particular way about the holidays; just the same old.

bexnana

"would you rather get a phone call or for him to show up at your door one day?" she chuckles habitually, though her smile wavers when she's turned away from him. her hands busy themselves with shuffling about the contents of her bag aimlessly, giving her an excuse to avoid eye contact. she ignores his quip about his keys.

"guess so. i don't really pay attention to dinner table talk." too busy tapping away on her phone. "heard something about a new year's party but i'll be in japan for that. brand promotion and stuff," while that isn't exactly a lie, she's more looking forward to some alone time in the bustling city. where the crowd sweeps her away and everything is drowned out by fireworks and cheering.

(plus, it'll make for a good instagram post.)

"not really, why?" she slings the bag over her shoulder, ready to leave as soon as the conversation takes a turn for the worse. it's already teetering on the edge of unbearable, but she'd rather not make a fuss when their parents are still around the venue. yuwol's much too obedient for that anyway.

#( threads. )#be:xmasmarket2023 #beyuwol

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