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@galvanizeds though her reputation as ANGRY ( hardass, bitch, nightmare ) preceded her, mei commended herself on throwing her temper tantrums in the privacy of bathrooms and off-limits, staff only rooms. it was a rare occurrence that she didn’t stick to this rule like glue, but there she was, steam pouring from her ears, in the middle of the practice room. for what felt like the HUNDREDTH time, the lead producer on starlight’s new track instructed her to go back and rewrite her verse. tears and thousands of torn and crumpled sheets of notebook paper strewn around her, the girl jumped nearly out of her skin at the sound of someone ENTERING. “ fuck, ” she murmured, somewhere under her breath, and was hasty in wiping the very obvious evidence of crying from her cheeks. as soon as she turned to face the culprit and the realization that it was JAEMIN, of all people, hit, she visibly sagged ( half ashamed that she had been caught crying by someone she respected and half relieved it wasn’t someone she’d have to intimidate into not telling a soul what they had seen ). “ sorry. thought you were someone else. ”
.:*・°☆ she’s soft on him, one might even say FOND –– of all the members of prism she’d worked most adamantly at coaxing him out of the ( quiet ) shell he tended to hole himself up in. but it was that same quietness that had drawn her to him in the first place, the gentleness he had r e s e r v e d that she could notice from miles away ( she prided herself on always being so good with people, but this, this was a whole other level of ACCOMPLISHMENT ). a laugh leaves her, cheek resting in the palm of her hand. “aww!” she gushes, mouth full of yogurt soon to m e l t, “he cares so much!” and tana is all but beaming, free hand sliding over to grasp the other’s forearm lightly in emphasis. “i can’t help it, you know? it’s just … so delicious! i love frozen yogurt so much, it’s like ice cream that never disappoints.” it’s without a thought that she scoots even CLOSER, the chair sliding across the floor as she picks up a spoonful and offers it to her group mate. “here, try it with my toppings, too? you’ll see what i mean!”
though he should expect it ( knowing tana, who couldn’t let him get off easy ever ), the exaggerated reaction makes him cringe and he might be holding back a laugh, too. though it was probably the most tolerable teasing he could be ENDURING right now, he couldn’t help but shake his head at his group mate’s antics. “ of course i care, ” he retorts, simply, rolling his eyes just a bit — a silent, JOKING ‘ i’m just great like that ’ on full display. there was something about tana that made him slightly more comfortable with invasions of his personal bubble, and he barely bat an eyelash at the initiation of displays of physical affection ( even if it wasn’t quite his cup of tea to be fed – like a baby, he was often treated like a baby by the older members of prism ). “ tana... ” he let out, extinguished by her energy. it didn’t take long for him to give in, taking the bite as offered, and nod, letting the frozen yogurt melt down his throat. “ ‘s delicious, ” he said, digging back into his own cup with his own spoon. “ my topping taste is just INFINITELY better than yours, is all. ” after a large bite of his own, he kissed his fingers like some sort of italian chef.
@sunseouls since layla had arrived at the studio, about ( twelve ) hours ago, she had been staring at the same screen, entirely engrossed in what she was working on. there was SOMETHING about the piece that was bothering her, but with fuzzy eyes and a palette that had long since gone to rest, she couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong. trying not to drag her feet where they were virtually DEAD beneath her, layla poked her head out of the studio’s door, only squinting slightly at the shock of light from the outside hall. the first familiar face she saw, she flagged down with a gentle wave. “ can you come look at what i’m working on? ” she pleaded. “ i need a second opinion. ”
@gezcllig doyoon always felt like he was CONSTANTLY preparing for promotions, the burden of having to carry the group in terms of dance leaving him not only physically exhausted but MENTALLY, too. this was how he justified his unorthodox methods of stress relief, or how he bargained with his managers and group mates to let him off of the short leash to spend some time to himself. it wasn’t like he necessarily s o u g h t saylor out for the purpose of entertainment—though that could probably just be elaborate lie in and of itself—but there he was, locating the familiar sound tech, very obviously doing whatever it is she does for a living. so perfect time for him to be a nuisance, right? “ yo, ” he said, shit eating grin forming on his face as he sidled up next to saylor. “ did you do something new to your hair? ” for EMPHASIS, he took a strand between two fingers and tucked it behind her ear, taking a too-long, inquisitive look at her face.
@gezcllig though not for lack of trying, haneul mostly failed to maintain the carefully constructed wall he had kept around his emotions – especially when it came to his group mates. he’d credit tana for succeeding in cracking his shell, at least a BIT, ( exposing his vulnerabilities and his quirkier side slowly but surely ). it made him antsy, at first, but just as gradually as she had achieved the feat, he had begun to accept that she was just one of the people who knew him the way she did, and that there wasn’t much he could DO in regards to it. still, when he was forced to face spending time by himself or with tana, he felt a great deal of hesitance with either option — wishing he could opt for the former but feeling bad denying the latter. so there he was, sitting opposite tana with frozen yogurt, a cap pulled low to conceal his face. “ please eat slow, ” haneul advised, eyes on her. “ you’re gonna get brainfreeze. ”
21 years old, bisexual, an aries, UNSAVORY AND UNHOLY, ur local pathological liar with mighty good intentions
where to begin with doyoon ........
ok so he was born in daegu and grew up there. his family was always extremely dysfunctional, but there wasn’t a lack of love rather than a lack of order. his parents were constantly bouncing between freelance jobs and picking up new hobbies. being the only child, he was carted around to all of these things, so much so that school had become an escape from the chaos that was his parents by the time he reached elementary school and went to school the whole day
his parents expected him to be like them, of course. they tried new things all the time so by the time he was 7 he had already played like 10 sports. they tried to get him to be interested in something beyond his nintendo 64
they were hesitant in putting him in ballet because they knew the connotations that might come with a little boy and ballet, but he wasn’t anymore unenthusiastic about it than the other lessons they sent him to. after the first class, tho, he only wanted to go back. by the 3rd, he didn’t wanna do anything else – not even video games or school.
his commitment shocked even his parents. all throughout school teachers were always surprised to hear abt his packed schedule, as it was not evident that he had no time to do assignments in those assignments. from middle school onward, he would go straight from school to ballet and work even after his classes ended. this didn’t give him much of a social life or much to talk about with his school friends so he just kinda... started bullshitting
after a while, his instructor pushed him into other styles, which he picked up at the drop of the hat. she believed he would do great things and pushed him to audition for dance conservatories all over the world and once he graduated (a year early) he wound up in new york city
all his life the people he’s been surrounded by were either 1) the classmates he had known since little league and 2) the other ballet dancers who were too busy to look up. in new york tho.. things changed. he was surrounded by attractive people all the time and tho, still, most of the other ballet dancers wouldn’t give him a second look, there were a few who were always putting themselves in his eyeline, tacking themselves to his side
dancing in nyc changed his view on a lot of things, including the fact that his personal life maybe could be more than an amalgamation of white lies. still, he was chronic in his lying. it’s more rare to find him telling the truth...
he, and a few other pals from his conservatory, jokingly participated in an iris audition in their offseason... but he ended up getting the call and for some reason, he felt pulled to the company and to the group. he went in as a trainee freshly 18 and excelled. so many of the people he was working with commended him on his ability to dance just about any style and make it his. he struggled with things outside of dance, especially the idea of having to engage with press and having a public image lmao
tldr ballerino with a penchant for lying and flirting, slightly too into himself and the idea of living his life how he wants, but that’s mostly ok....
meet LAYLA YOON, a PRODUCER at IRIS ENTERTAINMENT —
26 years old, mother mary of iris lesbians, a cancer, persistent overwhelming desire to help and fix people, pretty but a trainwreck
okay so layla was raised primarily by a single mother and she has 2 older brothers and 2 younger brothers, making her smack dab in the middle of a mess of boys. her mom is lovely and worked very hard to keep their family afloat, but it wasn’t always easy so the boys would do yard work for the neighborhood and layla would walk dogs. they always made ends meet
backtracking a bit, about a year after her youngest brother was born, layla’s dad walked out on them. he got a job offer across the country and he fought so much with layla’s mom that eventually he just got tired and ditched them. eventually, her mom was served divorce papers and willingly signed them, but it was even harder to get him to start paying child support
layla, being the only girl, was always the mediator. her 2 older brothers would get into physical fights and she would throw things at them until they stopped and would listen to her as she scolded. the older of her younger brothers is very unique and has some social issues, so she used to walk him, or make one of her brothers walk him, all the way to school and home again because she was so concerned with his classmates treating him poorly because he was different
she became a mini-mom really early and that just never went away. her maternal nature come from her mother’s lack of presence because she had to work so much, but also from the fact that her brothers are actually just messy and insane. she never really got a real part time job like the rest of them because she was too busy with trying to juggle school and helping her mom with the house
at school, tho, she found solace in one place: choir. she had taken some piano lessons as a kid, until her mom realized she didn’t have enough money to keep it going, so she mostly was self-taught on the piano. in choir, tho, she not only learned to sing, but she became the resident instrumentalist and arranger within her class. her director would give her a pop song to put into 5 part harmony and she would come back the next day with a beautifully constructed arrangement. so in general, she’s been doing things related to creating music for forever
the producing came later, though. she went to school for music education, but ended up transferring to a music school in los angeles to get formal production training. she can’t pinpoint the shift when she realizes she didn’t just want to perform or teach, but it happened, and the rest is history (getting hired by iris and starting to produce for their artists)
she has the tendency to lock herself in the studio until a song is finished and then go home and sleep for like a day straight. once she has an idea in her head, she’s not able to stop until she’s poured it all onto the track
she’s HIGHLY emotional and WILL cry in front of your muse.... i can guarantee it.... she’s not even exclusively teary when she receives criticism (she’s gotten better with it, after her years of working), but she will cry out of pride, excitement, relief, anger, sympathy, etc etc etc
tldr she’s extremely motherly towards all of the artists under iris no matter their age or gender, she cries. a lot., she loves her job more than anything and she’s fucking good at it, vague daddy issues
19 years old, bisexual, a scorpio, the prodigal only child and acts like it, intelligent but in a way you don’t always notice, cute face pretty body scary personality
mei was born in shanghai, and that’s still where her parents live, but because she was the genius only child, she was carted off to an international school in hong kong so she could become even more of a genius – or whatever
obviously, though her parents wanted to nurture her brain, they did a mostly poor job in teaching her how to cope with her emotions and specifically stress. so once she got to school where it was more high stakes than her regular old school in shanghai, she became an immediate trainwreck
out of survival, of course, she learned to cope. she also was an absolute whiz at all kinds of math and she picked up english and cantonese pretty quickly. this formed the first major part of mei’s personality: the way her instincts manifest. she may get nervous and anxious, but she sure as hell won’t let anyone see that she’s struggling and she will get it figured out
against her parent’s wishes, probably, what she found in hong kong was more than just knowledge about school subjects. her primary friend group were aspiring rappers and her love for hip-hop and the live hk hip hop scene made her into something entirely unexpected: a rapper
it became something she was increasingly passionate about. so much so that school became a distraction from writing and seeing her favorite rappers live and so at 16, when another friend decided he wanted to go to seoul (bc they all admired the hip hop scene in sk from afar), she told her parents she wasn’t going to be graduating and got on a plane and went
this was where she realized she wasn’t what people recognized as a conventional “girl rapper”. she’s cute, and she had pimples and had barely grown into the curves that later gave her a one up and another part of her personality was cultivated by the experience of being treated differently: she became disillusioned with most of humanity. she’s extremely pessimistic and never gets her hopes up because she knows what kinda heartbreak and frustration that creates when things don’t go her way
so while in seoul, she picked up korean but she also picked up a business card from an iris scout and so she did what she always did and was opportunistic. she entered the company as a trainee and quickly realized she had her work cut out for her. the fact of the matter is that she went to seoul to rap, and ended up debuting in a bubblegum pop group as their main rapper
tldr she’s fiercely competitive, extremely self serving, pessimistic in all areas, unemotional on the surface, intelligent, writes all her own raps, cares about her members but in a “don’t mess this up for us” kinda way, multilingual legend
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