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a secret story kept within myself - cho hyein, nymth's bliss.

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That’s why you haven’t been writing shit lately, Seokwoo types to Yuchan, coupled with three laughing emojis. This is how you’ve been spending your days?

Ever since coming home from the tour, Yuchan’s been feeling a lot like a 1950s housewife no matter how many times he tells himself he’s just adapting Murakami’s writing routine. He wakes up, he makes a plate of eggs over easy, he changes linens if he finds himself sweating through them over the night, and he ends up filling the empty spaces throughout the day with cleaning his apartment. If, and only if, the inspiration hits, Yuchan will find himself sitting on his desk, pen in hand, trying to find rhymes.

It’s the same humdrum routine. He never leaves his apartment unless friends are asking him to do something with them. Yuchan’s not lonely, because he slips into phases like these sometimes. This solitude has been there since the day he turned fifteen– and he could give it a new name, could find pieces of home in it– but the coldness always feels the same.

That’s why Yuchan’s here tonight.

TLDR: His attendance at this party was kind of an obligatory one for his own sanity, but of course, it’s under the guise of reuniting with his old friends and finding something to write about. Those old friends are enthusiastic, giving him shot glass after shot glass saying that he deserves to be celebrated, and Yuchan learns tonight that he doesn’t quite know how to say no when it comes to things outside of the professional scale.

One shot in, and his whole face turns red. Two shots in, and he has to face his own unbearable need to be liked. Inebriated, Yuchan’s sensitivity seems to appear under its own spotlight. This is why Yuchan doesn’t drink. He can survive through a couple of conversations and a couple of rough pats on his back, but when someone he’s really seeking approval from comes up to him, he turns into a puddle. He feels as if he’s melting into that now, when he spots a familiar figure in the corner of his eye. It’s soon enough when he recognizes it to be Hyein, the woman that Yuchan reserves the most tender parts of himself for. He wonders if she knows that she plays this role for him.

Yuchan really thinks he’s hallucinating– shit, maybe he drank something bad. A couple blinks later, and she’s heading towards him. He’s not sure if he’s unlucky or not, because while Yuchan can feel his heart swell up and his legs move towards her well before he even registers it, he’s sure she’s never seen him in this state. Never has Hyein seen him with his walls down in this way, so red and so desperate to be liked.

“Hyein?” The two syllables drop dumbly from his mouth, and she says hi, voice soft and speaking right into his ear. Yuchan feels himself suck in a breath. He finds himself smiling, and suddenly he’s moved into action. He puts his arm over her shoulder, pulling her into an awkward side hug that lasts a few seconds before pulling away. Yuchan allows himself to breathe in the scent of her for a little bit, and he thinks back to them a couple of years ago, in Ninety9 Creative’s tiny studio. He thinks back to how scarcely he has allowed himself to breathe in, and how much it ached. Every moment they didn’t touch, how they chose instead to dance around each other and how they didn’t get to. How they had to settle with texts of very platonic and friendly support. And he comes back to the now, and how Hyein is still as miserably beautiful as the day he met her.

Growing pains. It’s as if he’s led himself to this very moment.

“Wow– it’s. Really nice to see you. I’m happy you’re here, too. How are you? How are the girls?”

He feels Hyein’s eyes on him, and Yuchan wonders if she thinks of the way he shifts in his spot as strained and self conscious, trying to arrange his body in a way that makes him look best. Is he as handsome as she remembers? Does she find him handsome? Can she tell he grew a few inches taller when he was touring with Remedy, so now she has to tiptoe a little bit higher to reach him?

Yuchan accepts the drink she hands to him. He notices the little red cocktail umbrella, and the words come out before he even realizes. “It’s red,” he feels his heart beat a little faster. “Like you. You know, your color.” He comments, and then chuckles. At himself. At how happy he is.

Yuchan’ll deal with everything else later. He takes a tiny sip of the drink she handed to him, and absentmindedly touches her arm. He leads the way to a corner, so the music is a little more muted and it’s just the two of them.

“I didn’t know that you’d be here tonight, actually. You look, um, really pretty, Hyein.”

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hyein can’t explain it, but her heart swells at the way yuchan says “your color”. she hadn’t expected him to say that—and his sheepish observation has her questioning the implications. does he think about her whenever he sees the color red—the same way she’s started to associate polar bears and the color silver with him? she realizes she’s getting carried away. a rosy flush starts to color her cheeks and she quickly lowers her head; a desperate attempt to hide her red cheeks from him. “that’s why i picked it,” she says after a beat, slowly lifting her head to meet his gaze. a playful smile tugs at her lips; stifling a giggle. “maybe i wanted to give you something to remember me by. for when you have to leave again.” 

when yuchan takes her arm and leads them away from the growing crowd, hyein swears she can feel her heart skip a beat. a rush of anticipation fills her when she realizes it’s just the two of them in this corner—nestled closely together, away from the thudding music and, more importantly, seokwoo’s prying eyes. there’s a soft smile on her lips as she rests her back against the wall, lifting her head to let her eyes scan over him. she can see him more clearly in this light—so she takes her time, lets her gaze map out every single one of his features. hyein’s always liked the slight wave his hair carries; always finds herself wishing she could run her fingers through the tousled strands. his flushed skin that her fingers ache to touch; his lopsided smile that causes the butterflies in her tummy to multiply. and the longer hyein stares at him, the greater the urge to touch and kiss him becomes—she finds herself wondering how she managed to abstain in the past. 

she’s been staring at him for a while now, and the realization coaxes another scarlet flush across her cheeks. she wonders if he notices it in this light. this time, she doesn’t hide from him—not because of any newfound confidence, but because she can’t bring herself to tear her gaze away from him. he’s been away from her so long—can she really be faulted for wanting to commit this moment to memory? but she talks herself out of her lovestruck trance and gathers her composure; takes a sip of her drink before smiling up at him again; gaze remaining locked onto his. now that she thinks about it, hyein's never seen him like this before—but she likes it; likes the red flush that decorates his cheeks, likes the shy chuckles that slip past his lips, the awkward way he hugs and the way he shuffles his feet. hyein doesn't think there's anything she wouldn't like about yuchan. he asks how she's been, and she smiles. “i’ve been good. busy trying to persuade kevin to accept my songs… as per usual,” she jokes, the smile on her lips growing. “the girls are good, too. i’m sure they’ll be thrilled to see you again—or at least the meal they know you’ll treat them to.” a giggle spills out; a teasing lilt to her voice as she speaks.

then yuchan compliments her, and it takes every ounce of self-control hyein has to stifle the beaming grin that tugs at her lips. she considers telling him the dress is new; that she bought it for tonight; that she bought it because she wanted to impress him. she decides against it. "thank you," is all she manages to get out, but the smile on her lips is genuine. "you look pretty, too." she's not aware of her words until they tumble past her lips, and she laughs, flustered. "i mean... you look good. you look... really good, yuchan."

she’s staring at him again and it almost feels like her heart’s about to leap right out of her chest and burrow itself into the palm of his hand. she feels so silly; feeling like this—like a schoolgirl with a schoolyard crush; so shy and giddy in front of the man she’s known longer than she’s known anyone.

she supposes this is what it feels like—being in love.

"i missed..." the word 'you' bounces on the tip of her tongue, and she pauses momentarily to think about her next words. would saying 'i missed you' be too much? would it burden him? scare him off? did he miss her, too?

she realizes how long she's been silent and she smiles sheepishly; apologetically. she clears her throat, reaches for his hand, and decides to dive in headfirst:

"i missed you.”

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@mymontage asked: to bliss, on-camera + 14. which artist under midas labels do you look up to?

a small, tentative smile graces her lips at the question; hands folded neatly against linen skirt. "remedy," she answers without hesitation; tentative smile blossoming into something brighter. "it doesn't matter how many times i'm asked this question. the answer will always be remedy. i trained with them before they even were remedy—i've seen the hard work they've put in, the dedication each one of them has for their craft, the genuine love they all have for music; i've witnessed the creation of some of their greatest songs. maybe i'm a little biased, but i can't think of anyone else more deserving of success."

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@goldyashes asked: b-cut + 2 (bliss) / what's your worst memory from your trainee days?

bliss pulls the sleeve of her sweatshirt down over her knuckles, cotton stretched thin as her gaze falls to the marbled floor. "the day i found out i was going to debut," her voice is soft, but shaky; heart stuttering against her ribs as she speaks. sadness reveals itself in the furrow of her brow. "i called my mom to tell her. i remember thinking she had to be happy. she didn't like that i was trying to be an idol—but debuting meant money, and money meant i could help her out. that had to relieve some of the burden, right? but when i told her, she didn't say anything." she picks at the skin around her fingernails; unable to stifle the frown that tugs at crimson lips. "she just hung up."

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saetbyeol lingers by the studio door longer than she should, hesitant to let herself in. she’s not really sure why. she’s spent the past couple of weeks looking forward to this, to getting to work with hyein again—but now, the anticipatory excitement turns into anxiety. there’s no reason to be anxious. she knows this. hyein is one of the nicest producers that she’s worked with so far, it’s just that last time they worked together she had been completely focused on the work. there was no small talk, no attempt to get to know each other; and that’s usually what saetbyeol wants out of a producer, but it’s not what she wants out of hyein.

in the end, it doesn’t matter. work’s work. hyein isn’t obligated to be a friend to saetbyeol, and saetbyeol doesn’t have the right to be upset if the session begins and ends without a single unnecessary word. she turns the doorknob slowly, takes a deep breath, and lets herself in.

“hi,” she greets with a slight bow of her head. she’s not used to this feeling, the urge to impress. she doesn’t like how it feels, but she listens to it nonetheless. she eases into the room, takes a seat and drops her bag at her shoes.

“sorry i’m a little bit late. traffic was crazy and my manager’s a nervous driver,” she explains sheepishly, lying through her teeth. on one hand, she’d actually driven herself due to the fact that she didn’t have any other schedules for the day—on the other hand, her lateness is not because of traffic; it’s because of how slow she’d walked through the building, even using the stairs to get here instead of the elevator. but these are things that she chooses to keep to herself.

“anyway!” an abrupt exclamation accompanied by her hands coming together. “what’s the plan for today?”

[lovesholics]

hyein likes saetbyeol. she may even go as far as referring to saetbyeol as a muse — considering some of the best work she’s done so far has been for saena. 

hyein likes saetbyeol, but she hasn’t had the chance to get to know her beyond the fleeting moments they’ve spent together in the studio. and maybe some of that is hyein’s fault—she’s, admittedly, not the best when it comes to small talk. when she’s focused on work, she’s even worse. but what kind of artist would she be if she didn't make an attempt to get to really know her muse?

from what hyein’s observed, saetbyeol is reserved; quiet. hyein would even go as far to say that saetbyeol seems. a total opposite from the bright persona she presents to the cameras, but hyein’s been in the industry for long enough to know that’s just the way things work. she’s heard the rumors of saetbyeol being less than pleasant to work with—but hyein hasn’t seen any of that, so she’s hesitant to believe it. sure, she might not know saetbyeol very well—but hyein likes to think she’s a good judge of character, and she doesn’t think saetbyeol is unpleasant. hyein doesn't get that impression at all. the impression she does get from saetbyeol is one that's all too familiar—a lost, lonely girl in need of a genuine, human connection.

hyein knows all too well what that feels like.

when saetbyeol enters the studio, hyein greets her with a warm smile. she dismisses her explanation with a wave of her hand; barely sparing a glance at the clock as she turns to face her. “you’re fine,” she answers warmly, a smile still present on her lips. she flips through the papers nestled in her hands until she finds her desired page—presenting the page to saetbyeol, a sliver of anticipation gracing her features. “i have a couple of songs that i’d like to hear your voice on. i think you’d be a good fit for them,” she explains, a crimson fingernail running along the top of the page as she points to the song’s title. “i think you’d be great for this one. honestly, i think you might be the only fit for it,” she admits, and a small laugh falls from her lips; feeling sheepish after the sudden admission. she clears her throat and passes the notebook to saetbyeol; still wearing an earnest smile. “something melancholic to suit the season, but we could still have fun with it. let me know what you think. we can change anything you don’t like about it.”

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PROMPT TWO: official profile.

BLISS is a member of the South Korean girl group NYMTH under Ninety9 Creative.

Stage Name: Bliss Birth Name: Cho Hyein Position: Vocalist, Dancer, & Leader Birthday: May 24, 1998 Zodiac Sign: Gemini Height: 164 cm (5’4″) Weight: 45 kg (99 lbs) Blood Type: AB MBTI Type: INFP Representative Emoji: 🦉 & 🐈‍⬛ Representative Color: Red Representative Flower: Rose

Bliss was raised by a single mother.

Bliss started piano lessons when she was a little girl.

Bliss can speak Korean, English, and Japanese. She taught herself how to speak English.

Bliss says she agreed to join Ninety9 Creative after meeting Shin Juha. Kaledio is one of her inspirations.

Bliss made her debut as a NYMTH member with the predebut solo album, BLISS, and the title track Eclipse.

Her official animal is an owl, but fans have given her a black cat as her unofficial representative animal.

Bliss says her favorite subject in school was literature. She really likes to read and has a large collection of books in her apartment. She also collects vinyls and movies.

Bliss started writing songs as soon as she joined Ninety9 Creative and is credited on many songs including NYMTH's "Butterfly," "Birth," and "Virtual Angel," GIRL CODE's "Flowers" and "Sour Grapes," REMEDY's "Serendipity", SAENA's "Blood Moon" and "Loveholic's Hangover," and YUCHAN's "Endless Summer" and "Wild Flower."

The members once said Bliss has written enough songs for NYMTH to put out at least three albums a year.

Bliss says she often falls asleep to drama and film soundtracks.

Bliss has a cat, three hermit crabs, and three goldfish. Her cat's name is Dubu.

She likes to cook. Her favorite things to make are gimbap, sundubu-jjigae, japchae, and gyeran-mari. The members have said Bliss always makes miyeok-guk for them on their birthdays.

Bliss has seven tattoos. Five of her tattoos are dedicated to the members of NYMTH.

Bliss tries not to cry around her members since she doesn't like to worry them.

She always keeps candy, bandaids, lip balm, and ginseng jelly in her bag. Her favorite lip balm flavor is brown sugar.

Her favorite colors are red, olive and emerald green, and black.

Her favorite drinks are hot Americano, matcha, and yuzu tea.

She likes gourmet sandwiches and butter croissants with fruit preserves.

Bliss says she cried the first time she ate Buldak 3x Spicy Ramen.

She likes soju and beer. When she's drinking, she likes to eat ramen or burgers.

Bliss likes vintage clothing. Most of her clothing comes from thrifting.

She collects vintage mugs, trinkets, and stamps.

Bliss says the best gift someone can give her is a journal and a pen since she goes through them so quickly.

Her favorite flowers are roses, petunias, and orchids.

Her go-to fragrances are Maison Margiela's 'REPLICA' On A Date and 'REPLICA' Coffee Break.

She likes to spend her day off at art galleries, cafés, or browsing vintage shops. She also likes to watch movies on her day off. Some of her favorite movies are I'm A Cyborg But That's Ok, On The Beach At Night Alone, Little Women, Decision to Leave, and the Before Trilogy.

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hi... bliss got shadowb*nned again... im not sure if ill move blogs again since it's a hassle so please send any asks for bliss to chaea or doah instead (just specify it's for her ofc 🥲) and i'll manually post them here...

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drinks or coffee with @mymontage ca. june 2021

hyein's not entirely sure when it started.

kim yuchan has been a constant in her life for six years now. she first met him as a quiet, lonely teenager with a notebook of awkward lyrics in one hand and a worn guitar pick in the other. naturally, he became her first friend in the company: he was the one who taught her how to properly use rhymes to enchance her songwriting, the one who showed her how to use fl studio, and the one who gave her a shoulder to cry on after her first dance evaluation ended in tears.

but over time, something had blossomed between them. they sat a little closer together when they met in kevin's studio, kneecaps touching as yuchan flipped through her notebook, suggesting edits in a gentle tone that suddenly made her heart flutter. there were popsicles shared in the summer rain, hands that brushed during late-night runs to cu, and gazes that seemed to linger a little too long for "just friends".

naturally, kim yuchan had become her first love.

but before they could address the elephant in the room, nymth debuted and remedy's career had suddenly took off. their busy schedules meant they saw each other less, and most conversations between them happened only over text — but the distance between them did nothing to stop the butterflies that roamed her tummy whenever her phone screen lit up with his name.

the last time they spoke, this party came up: a small house party hosted by one of their mutual friends, a scrawny rapper they trained with for about eleven months. before yuchan had mentioned the party to her, hyein had zero intention of showing up. parties like this weren't really her thing, and she'd only put up with seokwoo because she had to — truthfully, she always found him a little obnoxious.

but she hadn't seen yuchan since he left for tour, and she wasn't sure how many chances she'd get to see him before remedy was swept up in promotions again. so, that's how she found herself here at this party — two drinks in hand, wearing a dress she'd bought just for the occasion.

(she feels a bit silly for hoping he'd notice.)

when her gaze lands on him standing near the balcony doors, the movements around her stood still for a moment — and she exhales a shaky breath as she crosses the room, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering wildly with each eager step.

there's a smile on her lips when she finally stands in front of him, a hand extended to offer the drink she'd reserved just for him, decorated with a silly little cocktail umbrella she had found while exploring the bar.

"hi," she shifts onto her tiptoes to speak into his ear, a hand resting on his arm for balance. she'll blame it on the fact that her voice is too soft to break through the pulsating music, but the truth is that she's feeling a bit bolder thanks to the shot that seokwoo practically shoved into her hands. "it's been a while."

her smile softens as her gaze studies his face, and a small flush decorates her cheeks when she shyly admits:

"i'm happy that you're here tonight."

[mymontage]

OUTGOING MSG / from Kim Yuchan, to Hyein (@lovesholics).

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9:52 PM: Hey, Hyein. I saw Nymth’s concept pictures. I wanted to text you because it’s been a while since we talked like that and I wanted to see how you were doing. And I also guess I saw your credits and how it keeps coming and coming and I wanted to say that I’m proud of how you’re growing as an artist these past two years too.

9:58 PM: So yeah. Congratulations on the comeback. I liked Birth a lot and I’m looking forward to the album. I hope you and the girls are really happy. You don’t have to reply but I wanted you to know.

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outgoing msg / yuchan ❤️

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10:10 PM: thank you, really.

10:11 PM: it means a lot coming from you.

10:13 PM: you deserve a little credit for that, you know. you did teach me everything i know.

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10:16 PM: i heard indigo. i know i told you this when you were recording, but it really is your best work. it's late, but... congratulations to you, too. you deserve every ounce of success.

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