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if we could live in this moment and just hold it... keep my head on your chest I'd never leave this bed.

[hdnayoung]

hello, loveliessss this is su (she/her & gmt+1 🇵🇹🇨🇳) bringing nayoung, a rich heiress, princess of petty, mean comments, and girlnextdoor's main vocals. i'm very excited but also very nervous becus i haven't roleplayed in literal years but i have nayoung who kind of the 👿 devil sitting on my shoulder. full of drama, and will step on toes. here are her profile & pinterest, and more of my mad rambles down below.

nayoung grows up, like, filthy rich in london because of course she does, she's a chaebol princess. daddy runs some global empire or whatever (couldn't tell you which one, i do not read bloomberg), and mummy's a former model turned fashion consultant. so yes, it's all designer-this, bespoke-that, and about… hmm… three teaspoons of genuine affection.

she didn't get scouted for her dancing or her singing (god no), but for the presence. the name. the magazine-cover aura. naturally, the other trainees must be delighted. she'll "work on it" in her own tempo. slowly. very slowly. perhaps never. if she complains, she does it in english, korean, and the occasional theatrical eye roll that could end wars.

tokyo at sixteen? she's done that, been there, lived in an overpriced flat and modelled for three brands you've never heard of. moved there alone.

nayoung at hydra? eh. but yachts have become a bore, champagne gets flat, and she's determined to prove she can do something before the tabloids decide she's gone full idle heiress.

her search history is… eclectic. things like "how to cry prettily on command," "what does sincerity feel like," she clears it obsessively.

she has a soft spot (an actual one if you believe it) for vintage wuxia films. she will rank chungking express, ashes of time, and crouching tiger over dim sum like it's a panel at oxford.

she drinks like a finance bro on sabbatical. high tolerance, zero sloppiness, she gets it from her dad. she tends to monologue about loneliness at 0400 while angrily holding a crystal glass.

luxury brands, private events, the finer things… smell an £800 perfume and hear chopin from down the hall, it's her. could also be one of her hundred candles.

she's accidentally funny. maybe not in a haha way, more in a "did she just say that" way. trainees quote her without realizing.

people think she's cold. she's not really. she's… moisturised. and if she lends you her moisturiser, you're basically blood relations. if she invites you into the aromatherapy-misted sanctuary she calls a room, you're in the will.

her irritation is trilingual: english for sarcasm, korean for sass, and a little mandarin she picked up purely because she's delightfully passive-aggressive.

two older brothers who used to spoil her rotten, now force her to "build character". she 'thanks' them every day, dripping with sarcasm, but misses them terribly.

girlnextdoor fans think shes the "soft elegant one" if only they knew she's one bad day away from delivering a monologue that would get her banned from three broadcasting networks.

company releases a statement with the words "indefinite hiatus" months after debut

while nayoung is actually in a private villa in ibiza for a country girl getaway...

PLOTS:

trainee "rivals" who side-eye her for being rich and "undeserving"? give it to me.

frenemies with someone who challenges her to actually work harder. she likes to pretend she doesn't listen to your advices.

a mentorship where someone teaches her actual human skills and she "pays" them in overpriced coffee runs or miscellaneous items.

ex-friends from her influencer days who knew her before she decided to pursue idol life. awkward as hell but let's go.

clueless flirting. she's honestly just being her pretty, heavily detached self, but someone thinks it means more. oh no baby thats not-

[hdsakura]

at practice, the girls go again, again, and again. repetition becomes a kind of quiet punishment until the instructor stops the music right in the moment her foot lands wrong and points her out by name.

stiff, the instructor says. the weakest i've seen. the words come in pieces, but they stay. sakura nods anyway, automatic, tries to do the same move again, and gets an exasperated sigh from the instructor this time. do you want to be here?

sakura nods furiously and tries her best to continue, but that sentence breaks her tiny heart in halves. she doesn't notice tears at first only that the room goes wobbly at the edges and the girls around her lose their sharpness. and suddenly she is aware of water gathering at her eyes, of how close it is to a downpour. she presses her lips together, like she can hold it in that way but she can't. this... this will be the fourth time she's cried. sakura bows immediately she wants to make herself take up even less space now. "excuse me," she manages, then she turns before anyone can see the rest of her crying game, and slips out just as the door opens.

she walks too fast down the hallway, then faster, until the bathroom door closes behind her. she stands there in pity, while tears stream down. looking in the mirror doesn't help. she avoids eye contact with her it. "it's fine," she whispers; she's practicing. "i'll fix it." she straightens up, taps her puffy eyes, breathes once more, then opens the door—

"nayoung-unnie…! i'm sorry," she adds, unsure for what this time, "i'm..."

꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ (2021) SPEED "nettaiya / 熱帯夜" °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ @hdnayoung

[hdnayoung]

the hallway was quiet, save for a few muffled practice rooms seeping out from the studio walls. nayoung stood there like a buddha statue, leaning against the cool tile, waiting, filing her nails, thinking about what restaurant to go to for dinner. then, sakura almost blurs past her in a mess of frantic footsteps and suppressed sobs she sees through. nayoung didn't know why she volunteered to see if she was okay. typical, they yelled at newbies, then ask the girls to clean their mess. but she knew that sometimes, the only thing more suffocating than getting critiques was having people witness the breakdown.

"stop," nayoung closes the distance until she was standing directly in front of sakura. up close, the 'ice queen' had a slight thaw in her expression. "why are you sorry?" she reached out forward to smooth a stray, sweaty hair away from sakura's forehead. a rare gesture that feels startling coming from her. "i will stand behind you this time," nayoung promised, "if you are stiff, I will nudge you. hard. do you understand?" girlnextdoor was as strong as their weakest member and while that's not nayoung, she doesn't want it to be the new girl either. "let's keep walking. no point in going back right away, right?"

[hdchaeyeon]

chaeyeon felt her soul attempt to climb out of her body through the top of her head.

looking at nayoung right now was like staring directly into a solar eclipse: beautiful, but guaranteed to cause permanent retinal damage. it's always been this way, even as unknown trainees, nayoung was like a high-end porcelain doll she had as young girl that, it was hard to deny her space when she commanded a room.

'oh god, she's doing the eyes thing', chaeyeon thought, her internal monologue reaching a pitch only dogs could hear. 'why me? why today? i should have called in sick. i should have moved to a remote village in the mountains and started a turnip farm. "unnie~," chaeyeon squeaked, cracking in a way that was decidedly not confident and up for the task. she cleared her throat, trying to summon even a fraction of the authority a teacher should have. "it's not that the company is poor, silly! it's just... synergy! we're building... team chemistry?"

[hdnayoung]

synergy hovers between them. nayoung can only assume she means they need to perform or fill silence with the correct phrases, but nayoung catches the hesitation in her voice and it reminds nayoung of the beauty in language a little. of the first months in tokyo, when she knew all the right words but none of them felt like hers yet. how you can speak fluently and still sound like you're borrowing someone else's mind? her expression doesn't change much, but she gets closer anyway. distance has never been her instinct.

the mirror catches them together, two versions of the same story written in different fonts. nayoung glances at it briefly, as if checking continuity, then looks back at chaeyeon. there's a moment where she could say something witty and deadly. it would be so easy. it would fit the shape of her, the reputation, the expectation that she will always choose elegance over kindness. instead, she drops her arms, a small surrender to gravity, to the fact that she is here and not somewhere by the sea pretending she has no obligations. if this is what they're calling chemistry, she decides, it probably doesn't start with perfect words and sentiments. it starts awkward, a little unbalanced, and she can see now why the manager chose her. "show me," she says at last.

[hdbohyun]

this wasn't the type of adventure that bohyun had in mind, but all the filming and preparations were getting a little tiring so when nayoung suggested a little rendezvous of their own, she couldn't bother saying no. she wasn't nearly as charming as nayoung was, so she just looked upon in awe when it appeared that nayoung to exactly what she wanted.

"ooo, this is cute," she whispered before quickly changing into the blouse that's been handed to her. "kind of the better pieces they had for sure." the outfits for their upcoming comeback were adorable, yes, and she thinks they sort of listened to the ideas she spontaneously threw out, but they were also quite uniformed. now this was a little more fun, obnoxious, and she thinks it'll be perfect for now. "which one are you going for?"

[hdnayoung]

"of course it's cute," she says softly, stepping in without asking, hands already fixing things that aren't exactly wrong, only unfinished. she smooths the ruffles with slow care, negotiating the fall of the fabric in her head. a small nod, that will do. she drifts back to the rack, fingers slipping through chiffon, and the fabrics whisper under her touch. she pauses, then moves on, restless even here. then, abruptly, she turns away from it all.

nayoung drops into the chair, one leg crossing over the other, posture still annoyingly perfect even in collapse. she looks up at bohyun, "tell me," she says dryly, "what did i miss?" her gaze hardens, searching for details she doesn't know how to ask for directly. "it feels like yesterday since i went on hiatus..." a soft exhale, almost a laugh, "it is all very… fast. strange, no?" she taps her finger once against the armrest, bohyun should be able to read between the lines, "how are you feeling?"

[hdnayoung]

xoxo, @hdbohyun

"bohyun-ah, hurry your legs," nayoung calls out, a sharp little bell of authority. she is moving across the cobblestones with a grace that is very demure, but her heels click a rhythm that says get out of my way or get stepped on. she has spent exactly twenty minutes being "extra charming" to the head stylist, which mostly involved nayoung speaking a dramatic, broken french she learned from a private tutor who eventually quit — and now? now she has the keys to the kingdom. or in reality, the keys to the "archive rack" for the filming.

"the head stylist, she is loving me. truly, my aura is a gift," nayoung whispers, grabbing bohyun's hand to pull her into the small, dusty room they are using as a dressing room. she grabs a sheer, ruffled blouse and holds it up against bohyun, her eyes narrowing like a diamond appraiser. "here, try this on. if the manager is asking, i will tell him i have the fashion vision and he has... whatever it is he wears. which is a tragedy." she offers a rare, genuine smirk, the kind she only gives to her chanels.

[unchildhood]

MICHELLE K. X MOON PATROL

Four Rhythms(2014);

Red Riding Hood (2017), digital collage

[hdnayoung]

xoxo, @hdchaeyeon

nayoung, standing in the middle of the room, looks at her reflection in the mirrors with a face of profound betraying. her "country girl getaway" in ibiza has left her with a complete lack of desire to move her limbs in sync with anyone. she is wearing vintage archive pieces that are definitely not for the sweating, because sweating is something that happens to other people. it is a very un-chic emotion. but when the manager is announcing that chaeyeon—not a professional choreographer or miru, but chaeyeon—will be the one teaching her the steps today, nayoungs face goes through a series of complex, expensive emotions.

"oh..." nayoung says, before a smooth mandarin grumble that translates roughly to 'i am being cursed by the heavens'. she turns slowly, offering a smile that is 10% politeness and 90% "this is all your fault." "chaeyeon-ah," she purrs, her sarcasm so thick you could spread it on a baguette. "i did not realize the company was so poor they cannot afford a teacher and must use... you. how quaint." she crosses her arms, narrowing her eyes, already judging the first movement before it even happens.

[boynextdoors]

⋆.🌸*:･

[hdnayoung]

🪞 HYDE STUDENT FILE: NAYOUNG OF SOLARIA, THE WATER WITCH

🕯️ SECTION I — IDENTITY Name & Age: lady kim nayoung of solaria, 22 years old Species: witch, though she is born under solarian skies, an ancient subrealm of shimmering archipelagos and tidal magic. their magic is intertwined with faerie, elven, & nymph magic. House Affiliation: 🌒 THIRD EYE Role: prefect (studying to be a future professor of elemental arts)

🕸️ SECTION II — Aura & Style

Aesthetic / Monster Fit: solaria's last-born witch, elegance distilled into melancholy. her aura feels like perfume after rain, soft, expensive, and faintly tragic. she dresses as though she's attending her own coronation: silks in ocean hues, pearls that shift color with the moonlight, perfume that smells faintly of seafoam and crushed violets. her dorm smells like luxury candles and thunderstorms. when she's angry, faucets drip; when she's calm, the air hums with humidity, and mirrors fog up as if exhaling relief.

Powers & Weaknesses

Elemental Affinity: water (fear, psychic & mind manipulation)

Water Manipulation: she can command water in all states; steam, mist, ice, tide, memory. her control is emotional, not physical; her calm summons glassy stillness, but her grief can drown rooms.

Precognition: mirrors, puddles, polished metal, she can read futures and memories on any surface that reflects.

Healing & Restoration: she can pull the pain from wounds, but it doesn't disappear, it transfers to her. she hardly uses this ability.

Salt depletion: prolonged use of magic drains her physically, leaving her cold, brittle, and parched.

Overcontrol: the more she represses emotion, the more violently her magic rebounds.

Iron (toxic), disbelief (it unravels spells), and heartbreak (it silences her element).

🦋 Familiar Bestiary

Name: bellami Animal Form: winged cat (silver tabby with dragonfly wings) Personality: smug, affectionate, and slightly smarter than she lets on. speaks telepathically in full sentences only to annoy her. Bond: their souls are entwined by glamour, bellami feels her emotions before she does, often curling up in her lap before she realizes she's sad. she claims she's "her emotional support annoyance." Trivia: wears a diamond-studded collar gifted by her mother. sometimes steals earrings as offerings to his "shrine," which is really just under nayoung's bed.

🔮 Relationships Within the Coven

@hdnaimei (air): she calls nayoung "sensible," which is a poetic way of saying she keeps naimei from accidentally hexing the "quidditch" captain (again). they do have amazing inter-galactic shopping sprees throughout different realms.

@hdminah (fire): a spark that refuses to die. talks in volume and volume only. still, there's something admirable about a girl who can make the entire dormitory building wake up in under five minutes. no megaphone required.

TBD (earth): quiet, kind, probably the only one of them with actual morals. they bring herbs that nayoung mistakes for "fashionable snacks," and ends up doing damage control before their witch princess ingests a fern again.

@hdmiru (quintessence): nayoung swears she can hear their thoughts before they say them. nayoung gets along with miru in that silent, terrible way: mutual understanding of how tiring the others can be.

Personality Shift: this version of Nayoung is softer, quieter, but that softness is a defense, not a defect. she still has the same withering wit and serene hauteur, but it's tempered with sadness, a kind of otherworldly detachment. she calls everyone from earth "sweetly primitive" and treats technology like an extinct language, "where are the holographic displays and servants?" she moves with high priestess grace, her power humming beneath a quiet voice. everything about her says control, composure, containment, the stillness of deep water hiding impossible depth.

Motivation: outwardly to study "human magical diplomacy" and observe the bizarre institution called "influencer culture." inwardly to keep the barrier between solaria from collapsing, and to understand why her kind feels nostalgia for a realm, she finds so inelegantly alive. she claims to be above earthly sentiment, yet her calm is constantly punctured by tiny pangs of longing; warmth, laughter, imperfection, the one kind of magic she can't command.

🕷️ SECTION III — The Blackout Effect

Do they remember the original HYDRA? Or believe they’ve always lived here? she remembers too much. hydra feels like a dream she left open on her desk, something she can't quite close. she recalls the sterile shine of practice rooms, her name in tabloids, her reflection in vanity mirrors. she sometimes wonders if she made it up, a human fantasy she keeps dreaming of.

Any glitch-visions / lingering memories? when she stares into still water too long, she sees seoul reflected back, skyscrapers flickering like candles, her mortal face singing into a mic. sometimes her talisman hums faintly with the sound of crowd cheers, and she can't tell if it's memory or prophecy.

A rumor whispered about them in the dorms: that nayoung of solaria drowned a human boy once, not maliciously, just distractedly, mid-conversation. she didn't know they can't breathe underwater, "everyone in solaria can," she'll say, lying through her teeth. that she never cries, because the ocean would notice. some say she's part mermaid, part farie, all weird myth, others say she's just tired of pretending humans have anything new to offer.

[hdnayoung]

[20250907] 이나영 👑 OP: do you ever cook for yourself or only order takeout?

#NAYOUNG hmm… i don't even own a frying pan.

[lukekirby]

me

[hdsocials]

@hdrookies instagram update !

hello…

[boynextdoors]

˚₊‧꒰ა ✮ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[hdnayoung]

pokédex title: the sovereign bloom

she once defeated a full six-pokémon team without giving a single verbal command. (her froslass moved like it was reading her mind.)

"the snow that falls before her battles isn't weather, it's part of her entrance protocol." (engineered by a silent glalie with a weather mod chip.)

her roserade's petals change color depending on her mood. (streets say they've never seen them turn red.)

she was invited to become champion years ago, but declined because the title was 'tacky.'

every time a new trainer reaches the elite four, she already knows their strategy. she claims it's 'intuition.' netizens suspect espionage.

🎒 TRAINER DOSSIER: Saved to Memory Card 1...

📌 SECTION I — TRAINER IDENTITY

FULL NAME: élyse blancroixAGE: 20 ROLE IN THE POKÉMON WORLD: elite four member, "the final winter" BADGE PURSUIT? no, she gives the final badge. CONTEST CIRCUIT? no (claims it's "beneath her," but she secretly judged a grand festival once) PREFERS TO: battle hard, intimidate challengers, study the legendaries from a distance

🧢 SECTION II — TRAINER PROFILE

TRAINER CLASS: glacier matriarch TRAINER AESTHETIC: long coat of shimmering silver-white that moves like glaceon fur, nails like icicles, always holding a crystal pokéball, gold-trimmed gloves and black patent boots, her battlefield entrance is always a silent snowfall, no matter the weather., only uses luxury pokéballs (premier, cherish, dream), custom monogrammed

MOTIVATION: A LEGACY! not just to win, but to be remembered. élyse doesn't chase fame, she expects it. she wants to be the kind of trainer whispered about in pokémon centers across the world: cold, mean, untouchable, mythic.

PERSONALITY IN THIS WORLD: still nayoung, but distilled. poised, calculating, and always a few moves ahead. her elegance masks viciousness; her stillness hides how deeply she feels. not cruel, just too focused for pleasantries. every word has weight. Every glance is a command. she is the final boss.

🐾 SECTION III — STARTER BOND

STARTER POKÉMON(S):

froslass (♂) "aubépine"

nature: calm

élyse met her in a blizzard, standing like a statue outside a glass temple. aubépine chose her.

they are quiet and eerie together — one finishes the other's thoughts.

lopunny (♂) "salomé"

nature: modest

groomed and raised with the devotion of an artist to their muse. salomé is beauty, poise, and silent devastation in battle.

wears a single pearl on her forehead, a gift from élyse after her first flawless win.

roserade (♀) "chèvrefeuille"

nature: adamant

a gift from a rival she defeated years ago, she kept it out of respect and raised it into a quiet killer.

twirls before attacking like a performer, but lands every move with surgical precision.

dragonair (♂) "clovis"

nature: serious

her knight. her executioner. her shadow. no words between them are needed.

often seen standing behind her, deeply revered and celestial, unmoving until the fight begins.

NOTES ON BOND: élyse doesn't coddle her pokémon, she respects them. she speaks to them like equals, and they rise to meet her at that level. the bonds are carved from discipline, elegance, and quiet loyalty. her team moves like a symphony.

🌋 SECTION IV — LEGEND LORE CONNECTION

WHICH ISLAND ARE THEY MOST DRAWN TO? ❄️ Ice Island (Articuno) nothing else would suffice.

DO THEY FEEL CONNECTED TO THE LEGEND? yes. she doesn't just feel drawn — she feels mirrored. The grace. The isolation. The power masked in silence. she's studied articuno's flight patterns since she was a child and claims to have seen it once during a snowstorm, though she never proves it.

DOES THE WEATHER AFFECT THEM STRANGELY? yes. she thrives in the cold but falls ill in heat. when the skies flicker or lightning cracks unnaturally, she enters states of eerie lucidity, speaking in metaphors about prophecy and balance.

📎 BONUS — POKÉWORLD FLAIR

AU CONNECTIONS TO OTHER MUSES:

was a mentor to chaéline at one point, but now considers her "undisciplined and distractible"

has no official rival, but rumor says she once battled one of the orange island guardians, and didn't lose

may or may not be romantically entangled with a powerful trainer she only refers to as "the storm"

[dezmoines]

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[boynextdoors]

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[hdsocials]

@hdrookies instagram update !

question… if you could go somewhere right now, where would that place be??