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yu yerin, aurora's princess peach. main rap, lead vocal, streamer.

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idjiyeon‌:

“playing games is a talent too, isn’t it? what about all those boys who are professional and make a lot of money out of it?” jiyeon has only a vague idea of what being a gamer entails. “and who told you acting isn’t my psychological crutch, huh?” she asks, amused. “i get to pretend to be someone else, forget this mess for a second. it’s therapeutical. sort of.” then she smiles at yerin. “also, isn’t it fucking fun to be the untalented ones of aurora? no one ever expects anything from us, so when we do the bare minimum they act like we’re beyoncé.” her voice is not bitter, jiyeon is past this point by now.

yerin doesn't know what she is anymore. main rapper, lead vocalist. does it mean anything? she's never sure that it does, that it ever has. she's fairly positive instead that those titles were granted to her to mostly illustrate the fact that she is related to the ceo and thus must of course have a proper role in the group. in all honesty, yerin isn't as bad as she thinks she is. she certainly was at the beginning of things, unmistakably. figuring out how to rap had been one thing, somethign she wasn't so terrible at these days, presuming she stuck to her admittedly narrow skill range.  midas wasn't known for good rappers, but as taeho was sure to show off soon, midas was actually quite good at developing their idol-rappers by narrowing in on what aspect of their talent was decent enough and helping them to operate within that range. it was a midas specialty maybe. like san - he'd never be a main vocalist, but they had taught him (and he had slaved to) utilize his voice to the best of his capabilities, with music to suit it.  regardless, rapping in a studio while standing still was a bit different from attempting the back breaking choreography at the same time.

 yerin was perfectly, well, decent at each of these skills when separated out. she could rap well when she stood still. she could dance well enough when she didn't need to hold a tune. she could sing okay in the studio. but put it all together and her head muddled up, her senses boggled, her tongue tied and her embarrassment ended up paramount. 

jiyeon understood that. jiyeon understood what it meant to be forever fretful, certain that you were trying to live up to something impossible, positive that no amount of effort put forth was ever going to clear the black mark beside your name: she bought this. she's just lucky. she's just rich. she's just connected. yerin wants to succeed on her own merit, but by virtue of name and face alone it feels like she's a hamster running on a wheel, ultimately doomed to die of exhaustion. maybe its a morbid hamster. yerin flops in a huff down to the couch, flops her head to the side on the other's shoulder, pouting. "i don't know. people will just say i bought that too. it doesn't matter what i do." she complains, "even when i stream games half the comments are just asking me to take my top off. no one takes me seriously." in fairness, she doesn't ask to be taken seriously, constructs that blank paper nerdy gamer girl image as a defense. if no one expects anything of her she can surprise them in a positive way, maybe, once or twice at least. "maybe for you." she grumbles, "for me they just complain. i pour my stupid little heart into trying out one of those raps and then they complain - i like it more when aurora songs don't have raps~~ nevermind the fact that when we do the pure vocal songs they act like i'm personally responsible for the line distribution," it's a popular complaint, with solo stans and those who begrudge yerin her place in the lineup, a certainty that she's only getting screentime, parts, because of who she's related too. maybe its true, but yerin likes to think she might also be improving, at least a little bit. 

"besides, you're a star now. a leading lady. a successful leading lady, too." she points out, "you can basically just bail out on this group whenever you want. what am i going to do? at least your psychological escape makes money.  my reflexes are probably too slow to go pro now. you know the very early twenties are the sweet spot for gamers." she sighs, stares at her hands. she's only being slightly melodramatic, prone to exaggeration. "i'm basically ancient in professional gamer years." it's not true, but by the end of her contract she sure would be. "i should have left to focus on my studies too. at least minyoung seems okay."

[idsejun]

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idsejun‌:

sejun dodges another drunken businessman, madly waving his arms as he explains something to his coworkers, tie wrapped tightly around his forehead. it causes sejun to laugh under his breath, thankful for the mask that covers his face and the large black coat that’s keeping him warm. with his phone in hand, he navigates through the streets easily, stopping on the corner they had talked about the night before. while he waits, he rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet, eyes darting through the crowds, hoping he’ll spy sight of yerin. the market in front of him is bustling, vendors shouting out about food and gifts for the holiday season. it had been years since sejun has even had time to do something like this, let alone with someone that makes his heart race a little bit with nerves.

once upon a time. it's a nice phrase. sometimes yerin thinks about how she'll remember her life down the line. sometimes she fancifully imagines the future; a future with sejun maybe, even. another christmas with his hand wrapped around hers. another christmas where he looms up behind her- increasingly broad these days, arms around her shoulders,  his head on her shoulder. she thinks about remembering the past, remembering days like this when she is so eager to see him that her heart swells to bursting, the cold painting her cheeks pinker even than the light dusting of blush she's ordained them with. once upon a time, she was young and smitten. she won't say in love, even if that has a better ring to it, because yerin might be fanciful and flighty in many ways, but that was not, to her mind, a word to mess around with. love was for grand adventures and the culmination of epic quests, for the moment of respite at the end of an arduous process. love withstood time and damnation and despair. she really couldn't go about making a statement like that willy nilly- it'd cheapen the word and where was the point in that? so once upon a time, tangents aside, she was young and smitten,. young and smitten and freezing half to death, bundled up in scarves and hads and jackets to stand outside the entrance to the night market, one soul lost in a sea of thousands as they crushed down narrow alleys. it should be easy to spot him still, she thinks, because he's grown so tall now, stands so broad. maybe there is a synergy between them and she can sense his presence- the thought is romantic. as she moves to cross the street she catches site of him, standing half stooped to stare down at his phone, glancing up every so often to peer from behind the tousle of his bangs, and she smiles so wide it could split her face in two, heart near bursting as she runs over to meet him, pounds a loosely clenched fist lightly to his shoulder with a laugh. "did you wait long?" she questions, smiles when he does, two sets of bunny teach in matching sync between the pair of them. "i hope not." she slides her arm through his, a risky move that has her heart thudding, and fits herself against his side. "it's so cold."

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idjaekyu‌:

“no problem,” he pairs this with a lift of his hand, waves two fingers in a lazy salute that matches his grin. he leans himself a little closer when juniper offers him a shot, tucks his chin in against the arm of the chair as he waits for her to pour her own, drinks them down in synchronization. “yeah, well. isn’t that all of us?” jaekyu answers with a shrug. he’s wearing one of those wry grins, like it’s all a hilarious joke. but maybe he doesn’t mean it to be one. “aren’t you guys getting more popular now though?” it feels like they are, but jaekyu’s never been one for tracking statistics, or even research as a general concept.

yerin likes jaekyu, in that way where she wishes she might want to love him. he's lovable enough. he's handsome and he's sweet, a bit of a brat and he's easy to be around. it's easy to talk to him, and easier to be quiet with him. she sees in him bits and pieces of herself, moments of clarity. jaekyu worries, she can tell, about his abilities. about his composing, his rapping, his everything. she caan relate, she lives that every day of her life, thrust into a role that feels unnatural to her, one that she feels she might have been doing better with, these days. but it's so hard to consider her progress on a rational level when self doubt and insecurity attack her at every turn, blind her to herself, to reality. "anything for you darling," she tells him on a candid grin, winks as the other looks over at her. "actually, about sound bytes." she tacks on, pauses to slowly spin her chair to look over at him. "i was kind of playing aroudn with some of the equipment at the studios. it's kinda fun right? but the learning curve..." she trails off, pinches at her arm idly. "would you show me your set up sometime? or like, if you're busy could you....ask milo or yohan for me? i want to start but i don't...know where." chewing at the side of her lip she adds, "and if i ask at midas it could get back to the girls and i don't want them like....knowing." she doesn't want them to know, that's the thing. she hates for anyone at midas to know when she's working on something, when she's trying to improve. she wants to show up dramatically having grinded up fifty levels finally on par with the others. she's afraid of failing in the process of her progress. which is probably why she's been so slow to get any better. "yeah, i guess. or like, jiyeon is getting more popular. and the songs are getting more popular. i'm not sure anyone is all that interested in me though." she clicks her tongue, laughs. "i should take a page out of your girlfriend's book and get active on instagram. or i can just use you shamelessly for fame. stream with me publically sometime. we could get the other guys in on it too, maybe." it's been sort of unspoken protocol that unless they're all in a group and a manager is around, they don't stream with yerin. notable as a gaming crew or not, her presence changes things for boys with legions of fans. it had been a little easier when taehee was around like a buffer, but times have changed since then.

[dangerousstrawberryking]

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glitch.

loading ↺ yerin & jiyeon @ aurora dorms. kind of post filming for christmas schedule.

if jiyeon were a video game character, she would be mario. main character material, cute laugh, iconic fashion sense, enviable hair. that makes yerin luigi, which sounds right. strung out, quite smilar to her counterpart but generally lesser, and sort of forgettable. no, wait. luigi’s mansion was a stellar spinoff in it’s own right. rewind. if jiyeon were a video game character she would be princess peach. main character material, iconic, stunning fashion sense, beautiful by all accounts, and probably dating a monster secretly, but responsibly playing the field. and yerin? she’d be daisy. second rate, a cloned character model with a different color palette swiped over, propped up int he corner in the name of gender diversity, without a game to call her own. only gains popularity when it becomes fashionable to trash talk blondes as overrated in the princess world. yeah. that sounds more accurate. 

but she loves jiyeon. loves her loads, and leans on her just as immensely. there aren’t a lot of people who see past yerin’s mask. or more accurately, masks. maybe majora’s mask resonated with her in childhood as some kind of pathetic foreshadowing. link trades out masks to suit the situation, to give him a boost, to hide his identity. she does the same. blank paper cutie,  quirky fun gamer girl, whatever nonsense she needs to be both largely overlooked and generally viewed favorably, pleasantly. a niche she needs. a nepotism ridden background like hers would never have been able to stand up to the ice princess image, for instance. the best she can do is make herself the most relatable idol that’s ever been related too. and that’s a stretch too.

“filming was fun today,” she says, a reference obliquely to the christmas song they’re doing with titanium, the tree decorating and flopping around in various christmas themed props and attire. “can’t wait to see nate shit all over it for being boring or having too much rap or whatever.” it’s a discrete way to whine about the ultimate catch 22 of her life. the songs that give her rapping a chance to shine are one in a million int heir discography, and when they do turn up, she feels so horrifically overburdened she usual chokes herself with panic. the end result? she remains aggressively mediocre at all things. “i can’t believe you’re out here taking the acting world by storm while i play games and try to pretend it’s a career and not a desperate psychological crutch. give me some of your wisdom. or talent. or confidence. or all of the above. please, its christmas. it’s a time for sharing.” she makes her best oversized puppy pleading eyes at the other to punctuate the request. 

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malware.

loading ↺ yerin & goeun @ midas cafeteria.   

tis the season to be jolly. that’s what the cheerfully lilting song on the cafeteria speakers states, but she’s already had a manager in line stare critically at the plate laid out before her and she’s got that knot of stress in the back of her chest that won’t go away, and the sun set at 5:30 today and what’s up with that? she needs a beach vacation. she needs a week off. she needs to be more talented, and more beautiful, and more confident, and more motivated. tis the season to be lacking. 

the year end ceremonies always get her like this. on the tail end of award season, which has made her feel mostly inadequate and dumb, come a slew of special performances that also make her feel inadequate and dumb. on the whole it is not necessarily the best time to be the “average but kind of a stan attractor” member of an up and coming girl group, much less one that can be quickly confronted with claims of nepotism. she wants, for example, to be excited about the christmas song they’ve recorded with titanium, but she knows also that it’s likely to be the case that she will be dragged through the mud for disproportionate screen time, with comments sure to harp on the unnecessary and excessive amount of rap on a christmas track that is a fan gift anyway thanks so what if everyone calmed down about it? 

she sulks, looks downward into the large bowl of soup she’s been provided with, something spicy and packed with vegetables and broth and she wants more rice, more carbs. but she knows better. and has a stash of chocopies in her dorm room anyway. one must choose one’s demons. she doesn’t realize how packed it’s gotten in the little cafeteria, with staff and artists alike hardly wiling to brave the cold for food at a time like this (and deliveries closely monitored, at least to the idols), but she’s been distracted with farming virtually on her phone (thanks stardew valley for being a time suck). she doesn’t realize it until she hears the scrape of a chair across from her and she looks up, away from the pixellated blueberries to see a familiar face. she smiles, first widely and brightly with a flash of bunny buck teeth, and then retreating a little, as if she remembers a moment too late how strained things have been between them, “ah, goeun, hey, it’s been awhile right? how’s it going?” she talks too much and too casually, as if that makes anything better.

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8bit hero.

loading ↺ yerin & taehee @ luckystudios.  

jaekyu once described her studio space as apapearing as if akihabara and lisa frank had simultaneously thrown up inside a whitewashed shoebox. and he’s not wrong. the decor is cacophonous in its color palette and distracted, without focus. it’s cluttered to the point of potentially inducing anxiety, though the arrangement into collections and gallery walls does a lot to help that. still, it is not a place for the minimalist of heart. mercifully enough perhaps taehee has long understood the peculiarities of the younger girl. 

yerin needs a hero these days. or at least, she needs to forget about her anxieties, and thus has been burying herself in the five hundredth replaying of the legends of zelda, wind waker, intent on drowning herself in the cartoonish landscape. drowning is an apt metaphor given the plethora of water that has come to cover all but the highest tips of hyrule in this particular installation of the series. a poster on her wall (framed and preserved) outlines the disparate timelines of the legends of zelda universe, should one need a refresher. her attention to detail is exhaustive, her actions meticulous. she is a completionist, driven to seek out any achievement, to complete every sidequest, to plunge into the depths of every rabbit hole available. she seeks out each easter egg, peruses every guide. it’s enough to drive a lesser man (woman) mad. 

but yerin is not lesser, for all she thinks of herself, for all the comments hurled at her from delightfully brazen and anonymous strangers. she made it through the midas machine after all. with help in the form of genetics but this much she tries not to consider. it wasn’t as though she hadn’t spent that time trying to better herself, pushing for a goal. even if it was something she still found herself floundering in, like quicksand. “unnie,” she says, as she spins on her chair to face the other, controller grasped listless between long fingers. “is it normal to feel so....lost?” she frowns slightly, when she considers how plaintive and pathetic this has come out. she clears her throat and tries to shrug it off with the addition of, “I mean like, about your career. i know it was hard for you before... but before that happened, had you felt...sure of what you wanted to do? sure about your next steps?”

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power pill.

loading ↺ yerin & hikari @ midas practice.

the room is cold enough she can nearly see her breath, but she’s sweating despite it. gayo daejun stages are around the corner and yerin knows, down to her core, that she’ll fuck something up. she did last year. here’s the rub. she’s not a shitty dancer, or singer, or rapper even. in fact, in the songs they give her a decent amount to work with, she does a good job. but those songs are a third of their discography at best, and even then, ten seconds surrounding the rest of things doesn’t really matter. she’d like to prove she can do better. she can be better. but proving somethign like that means she needs to practice, and practice means confronting herself. literally. she stares at the sweat soaked picture of herself before her, image reflected on the punishing truth of the glass wall of mirrors, and grimaces. 

she hates this time of year. people are thinking about the future. what will i do next year, what are your resolutions. its the small talk topic doujour and yerin wants to vomit whenever someone asks her. “oh i don’t know” she’ll titter with a smile designed to disarm. “just keep playing games i guess, as long as i’m lucky enough to have people watching.” at least that much is true. everyone wants to ask her lately, about how her career is taking off. some variety spots here and there, a webdrama. “you’re really sticking to the gamer girl brand, huh” they say and she wants to say, “yeah, its all i’ve fucking got” and she wants to say, “well did you have a better idea?” but instead she says, “i guess i’m lucky enough for people to find my passions interesting to them!” 

lucky, she hates that word. and wow, she hates a lot of things lately, she thinks. hates herself. hates this song. hates the pinch of her sneakers against bruising, swollen toes. she scrunches her nose in disgust and abandons this practice room, water bottle in hand, and wanders down the emptied hallways, towards the back where the trainees linger, a floor over and around the corner, until she finds what she’s looking for. who she’s looking for. “hikari-chan,” she coos, as if her japanese progresses, ever, past “i saw this on an anime” or “i tried to play that jrpg before it had been localized and translated and never got past the second boss.” but she likes to think hikari finds the effort endearing. probably she hates it. “i’m caught in a hate spiral. please pay attention to me.” she pouts, the face she uses on camera to distract from her overall lack of substance. she slumps against the wall and waits as hikari’s music finishes out, smiles up at her with an expression more genuine than the last.  “how are you, anyway?”

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idsehan‌:

“where do you wanna go now?” he asks, voice soft. sehan has his own preferences. he has a very vivid feeling of her lips against his own, and he wants it again. but he likes to hear her talking, and he likes to hear her asking him for things. for what she wants. 

yerin is kind of walking the tightrope here, tempting fate. will someone notice, will someone take a picture? will someone write an article and condemn them? and, honestly, will she care that much if they do? does she even want to be an idol? sometimes she wonders about htat. she loves her group. she loves their music. she likes dancing well enough, and she enjoys what she does - in the silence of the practice room, in the privacy of training. on stage is another story. every time she goes to step out on that open space she finds her stomach plummeting and her heart pounding, clammy palms and blurring vision. all she can think of are the comments that have regaled her since the day she started in on any of this. what is yerin even doing there, she sure is lucky, isn’t it obvious she bought her way in, isn’t it all about who you know and not about skill? from debut on she’s been made to feel as though she stole her spot from someone with the actual talent for it, and only the things she can’t control have been able to cover it up at all - her stage presence, her appearance, and even those things aren’t conventional. they stand out in a way that’s polarizing. love her or hate her, no in between. and fewer of the former, to her endless dismay. 

so she tests fate. she pushes the limits. she flouts the rules and goes out. in public. with her famous boyfriend. it’s like asking to have her career buried, like begging to toss her future into a shallow pauper’s grave, and she does it anyway. the quiet act of defiance of getting coffee - fully bundled like an eskimo, sure, but the thought is there. 

and as he speaks out the other, it’s worth it. everything about him is worth it. call her young, call her stupid, call her naive and foolish (and you’d be right to say any of those things, mind) but she’d throw this whole world away for him, toss her career in the gutter if he asked. but he wouldn’t. sehan had all the talent she never did and then some - he just needed the chance to take credit for what he’d already done. the time to shine. the moment to rise - and it surely seemed as if that moment was now, in the present. 

“of course you don’t, you monster,” she complains, prods a finger into his side - not that he can feel it through the layers of duck down padding and winter clothing. “good thing you have me to look out for you,” she says, and promptly switches their drinks as they arrive. mochas are grown up chocolate milk and she adores them, every ounce of her as childish as might be suggested by her neon accented attire. 

“yours? or, somewhere...quiet. anywhere alone. i hate being careful.” it’s such a stupid thing to say, for a girl who barely ought to worry about these things. she’s not exactly getting noticed on the street these days. if she’s not standing next to jiyeon it’s easy to fail to place her, even at music shows. 

[jeongyeon]

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idsehan‌:

“hurry and choose so we can go home,” he says, leans in, whispers in her ear, “i wanna be alone with you.”

even at this late hour the streets are clogged, thick with humanity, sluggishly moving. a hundred thousand people it seems, all winding along the same roads, all wrapped in the same outfit of long padding and beanies and masks to ward off the cold, or big and bulky scarves. winter is the best season to be an idol trying to date secretly, she thinks, for this very reason. hongdae is the best place, for the thickness of the crowd and the wild hair colors and styles that adorn the populace. it becomes a cloak that obscures the pair of them - it helps that neither of them are so particularly famous. it helps that they’re on back streets even now. as careful as they are. 

it’s a sad excuse for a date in this way, walking three and a half steps apart from one another, staggered, cloaked and hidden, a quick dash into the cafe - a known spot of meeting, with private corners, with discrete patrons, with understanding owners. still a risk. everything is a risk. but when sehan is the only thing that makes sense, the only thing that makes her happy, does it even matter? 

of course it does, it truly does, but it isn’t as though all too many people are inclined to recognize her. not without her bunny teeth on full display. she’s not jiyeon, she hasn’t the face that burns itself into one’s retinas. she hasn’t been on the small screen in cheerful array of successful roles. the most she’s done is prance on stage and play games on the internet. she’s examining the menu when he stoops over, whispers against the shell of her ear and sends goosebumps down her spine, a thrill of heat that coils in her core. she stiffens her shoulders, purses her lips to suppress a smile. “an americano. i can’t gain weight before the station song stages.” she tells him. she wants a mocha. it’s like grown up chocolate milk - there’s just enough coffee in it that she can justify drinking it. she glances askance at him and wills him to read her mind, and also to magically rid it of calories. she wants to leave the cafe. she wants to be cooped up in the car with him again, where she can study his profile shamelessly, where she can watch the ripple of muscle beneath his arms as fingers flex against the wheel. “pay for me, i’m a destitute rookie.”

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idjaekyu‌:

he lets his arm slide away to topple back onto the couch, attempts to finger comb his hair down as yerin talks. “yeah, sure. and i don’t know. bullshit, like always. what about you?”

there is something immensely comforting in people with whom you can unapologetically be yourself. jaekyu doesn’t bat an eye at the posters on the walls, or the fact that she’s half-way through a cross stitch of the stained glass imagery from windwaker. she’s always felt the game had an unfair rap to it. sure the end grind was foolish to say the least (find the pieces of the map to put it together to find the pieces of the triforce to put it together) but she was fond of it, from it’s cartoon-y style to its vibrant graphics, from the cell shaded motifs to the solemnity of the idea of a world engulfed in water - a timely reminder of current climate trends. a bummer. 

“delightful,” she says, dry as you please, “at least i’ve not got a particular career to ruin. you, on the other hand, have really fucked yourself over at this point.” she laughs to no one in particular, spins slowly in her oversized chair. the bumpy plastic of the arm is littered with a handful of stickers, long since irrevocably adhered to the material. “the idea of your shoving your tongue down my throat is literally revolting, and i will, in fact, not hesitate to push you out of the window. how’s that for a headline - popular trashbag found dead outside of super hottie’s dorm.” she sweeps a hand in front of her as if outlining a headline plastered in the air before her. 

she drags her legs up, heels tucked underneath, folding herself to sit in pretzel form, fingers fiddling with her phone, in her lap, the blue gray of her hoodie falling down over her hands, watches as the other yanks his beanie from atop his head to discard it. “absolutely in the han river, very big emphasis on river. zero emphasis on han. zero interest in han.” she shakes her head slowly, “but thank you for tuning me in on his sexual habits though that’s very delightful, i really definitely wanted to hear about that,” she drawls in supplement to the statement, reaches a leg out to nudge his toes against the other’s knee. “idiot.” she adds, but she says it fondly, as if it might have been a compliment. 

“bullshit like always,” she repeats, nods a little, “that about sums it up.” cheeks puff out and she leans back into the chair, a groan as she lets her shoulders slope down. she pushes her chair slightly, rolls towards a mini fridge in the corner and retrieves a bottle of soju, two little glasses, sets them onto the side table to the side of them. she cracks the top off and pours the two shots, hands one over to the boy and takes the other for herself. “just dealing with crippling anxiety and the surety that i’ve blundered into this career in the biggest mishap of my life, you know.” 

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loading ↺ yerin & jaekyu @ luckystudio. 

the white wood floor is cold under her feet, or it would be if she didn’t have gigantic unicorn shaped slippers on. in contrast the remainder of her outfit is pitch black- black gym shorts and a black tanktop and a cascade of light brown hair clipped back with a black barrette to keep it from falling into her eyes. the studio, such as it is, is little more than a room rented in the building by her grandfather in order to facilitate her pursuit of streaming fame. its a little room, outfitted with a gigantic, plush leather chair and enough hi-def monitors to make your head spin. the desk is a display of lights and gadgetry, shiny white offset in rainbow lite brite hues like she herself might be a prism, a conduit for the colors that cascade from the keys or the edges of the mouse or the backing of buttons. 

the walls are a pale yellowish hue, light enough that it nearly looks white, just a little to warm it up, walls lined in fairy lights and multicolored posters and the sort of obnoxious hypebeast nonsense you’d expect- wall mounted supreme decks included. it is, in short, a graphic and obnoxious representation of everything that yerin is. a chaotic, colorful mess of humanity. a pair of speakers pump out pixellated sounds and a pair of headphones with cat ears atop sit on the top of the desk, pristine clean. at least she takes that much seriously, isn’t interested in being a basement dwelling crumb covered freak after all. just the real life incarnation of d.va or princess zelda or someone equally powerful and beautiful.

she’s editing the tail end of a review on the new pokemon games when there’s the ding of a bell being rung and she shuffles to the little door across the small room, presses a few buttons on the key pad and pulls it open, nods. “hey, jaek,” she hums out, glances over him, eyes moving in a quick sweep, “you look cold, c’mon in.” she pulls the door open wider, “no one saw you right,” her eyes narrow with suspicion, glancing over him. “the last thing i need is a scandal with a fuckin’ atlas member, they’ll find my corpse in the han the day the article breaks.” she flops into her chair and spins it to face the little excuse for a couch, head cocking to the side. “wanna get smashed, whats up these days?” 

[idyerin-blog]

hoommgggsh im so excited to bring yerin here. yerin is my little princess peach and i hope you guys will love her. she’s the main rapper and lead vocalist of aurora and the shining star of what it means to be born lucky - thus the stagename, lucky! as far as idols go, she’s mostly average at everything. an average rapper, an average singer, an average dancer. lucky her (again) that she’s cute. and luckier still, her grandfather is the ceo of midas media. fans and nonfans alike are sure (rightly so) this had a lot to do with her being chosen as a trainee and eventually to debut. she began training at seventeen and is twenty two now. she has almost no ambitions and no idea what she wants to do with herself. it just sounded pretty fun to be famous, truthfully, and now here she is. she’s paralyzed by indecision and insecurity but she keeps that on the downlow. she always wanted to be extra special like a protagonist in an rpg and being famous feeds into that. she’s the accident kid and was spoiled and ignored in equal amounts so she was mostly raised by fantasy novels, anime, and rpg games. she’s a member of the league and is building a presence for herself as the “gamer girl” of idols, alongside the fact she’s essentially a sailor moon wanna be. she’s a sneakerhead and a hypebeast and probably coded a bot to pick up supreme drops when she’s on schedules.  she leans heavily on her blank paper, distracted, ditzy 4-D quirky nerd image to keep herself relevant. talents include fortnite dances (she went viral!) and pokemon impersonations.