ꕤ … hey ! i'm skye (they/she) , i'm excited & i'm here to go crazy with it . i'll be writing nam yerin , ANGELIX main rapper & leader . satellite leader (former) extraordinaire, variety vitamin (former), and the extrovert other extroverts are afraid of (former) . she used to be extremely outgoing however she's on the mend from some backlash and the label has her in the time-out corner . please click the profile link for the fun stuff like trivia, traits, aesthetics and more. but below the cut will be the tldr break down! and last but not least, i have prepared a few connections ideas for jumping off already, feel free to message me about those on discord or here on tumblr! dms always open~
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1996 busan born, her mother ran a private daycare for neighborhood kids and her father worked 2 full time jobs. she had 3 younger siblings and then like 10 random kids on her block that she spiritually adopted as her siblings by the time she was 12. (even to this day she loves kids so much she's such a dork about kids, and emotionally adopts anyone even 3 years younger than her.)
she wanted to run track and field in school. she was very social and cared for, but it wasn't quiiiite enough for her. busy body, stand on the top of the playground and yell about how she's the king of the world at the sky type.
luckily, at a local festival she and some of her friends sang trot and danced and yerin's ability to whip the crowd into a frenzy was enough to get her scouted.
fast forward many long (whiny, annoying baby girl with a big dream) conversations with her very overworked parents later and off she went to become an idol.
it was never about being famous for her. it was just about the adventure of it all. going, doing, anything more than average.
after a few years of training she got dropped in as leader for angelix and the rest was history.
angelix's image doesn't really suit her, not even back then and certainly not now that she's older, but she has a bright personality (at least as an idol she does), so it was always enough to get her a pass.
except after making many casual, crude/unkind comments between 2022-2023 about anything from uncle fans to the company rules to having to flirt to be noticed or liked-- many fans have began to think she's quite disrespectful, doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut. not the sort of tact a leader should have, certainly not for the angel group.
she's totally grounded now 😔all of her activities have slowed down, and she's spent over a year, closing in on 2 years, basically only being at group activities and almost nothing else (a big change from her former activities).
not only that, where before she was outgoing, funny, a variety type through and through (both on activities and even amongst her members, she was known for being bright and taking care of them, being loud and sweet), now she has become considerably more mellow. she went from a 10 on the volume scale to a comfortable 6.
she doesn't know how to be what she thinks she needs to be. and not only that, she feels like she's let her group down. after siah (this is a topic that should not be approached with her, it will make her cry in broad daylight), she fears what will happen to her group. whether they'll stay together, whether she's helping them to stay together or further driving them apart.
she's going through a painful growing phase right in the public eye, and it's leaving her feeling a bit silly and afraid of her own shadow. being the sort of person who speaks without thinking had never burned her so bad before. she has to learn how to manage that.
she has a fair bit of ! cw for anxiety ! likely to pop up in her posts, as she's struggling quite badly with barely checked anxiety for the last 2 years.
essentially, a woman of much duality, both a very playful and kind person who loves to uplift others, and also a painfully hard on herself, anxious person who doesn't think people will accept her as she is? most of her threads from her pov will strongly feature the dynamic of how she always seemed (and really was in many ways), and who she is becoming, and how she's making amends with that?? (poorly, badly, terribly)-- what of it is real and natural and what's a breaking down of her or inability to overcome stress/anxiety/fame itself?
she could use some friends to help her through the slow painful crash and burn of going from enfj to infj lmao-- or some enemies to make it worse, that is also fun and ok! up for anything.
privately and without telling anyone really, she currently has decided she will not renew her contract next time and will go be a school teacher or something. so she's dealing with that guilt of the knowledge she truly wants to pull a siah of her own.
or : unsent texts .
contents : (muses mentioned): daon, eunbin, areum, daewon, saebi, seoho, ahseop, seungjae. ⸺ i will do another with other muses/dynamics later🍀
to [ siah ]
let's meet up when i'm free, ok? then i can be angry to your face haha, won't that be a nice change?
to [ best of me ]
what if i left this industry after all daon
could i still keep you?
to [ headache ]
you made me so sad today i saw red
i'm sorry for that...
to [ princess of the sea ]
do you really like me or is it pity, areum?
to [ idiot ]
can't you just come over today too daewon?
to [ pretty smile ]
saebiiiiiiiiii. answer me today please i'm sorry i was a bad friend TT
to [ off to sleep ]
my heart hurts about you
goodnight
to [ could be ]
ahseop you were so cool today i could have died hahah
to [ snowfall ]
you annoy me
how can you say one thing then do another
(❓) what would unnie's perfect comeback look like? i will do my best to manifest for you! > . <
🌠: manifest for me that i can do the opening verse please cutie haha
🌠: maybe something that's fun to dance to 🧡
🌠: i don't have any preferences for what we do
🌠: my only thoughts about what i want to do for angelix are to work hard
what about tonight has motivated yerin to come and seek him out may be a question seoho will take to his grave, forever unasked. but yerin's chosen this moment well: not backstage at some event they've both ended up at, away from the questioning eyes of groupmates they're both close to. seoho's relaxed, comfortable, enough so that her sudden appearance doesn't have him tensing up. it's a hand well played.
her choice of conversational avenue is one hell of a softball, though. "ah, it's been good. honestly, i didn't think i'd enjoy it as much as i do now." that first initial offer - a while back - to fill in as a guest host had come out of nowhere, but now he feels more settled behind the mic. the working hours have been serving him well, the setting feels intimate enough that he doesn't feel awkward asking fellow idols to talk about their music and the hobbies they've been getting into recently. it's the sort of career step he wouldn't have imagined himself taking five years ago, but seoho has learned to appreciate the steadiness of it. as much as he hates to admit it, he does better with a set schedule that repeats itself across the days of the week.
the table in front of them is a display of an abandoned game of beer pong. while yerin starts stacking empty cups, seoho reaches out and plucks up the white plastic ball the group had been using. it's a little sticky, but that's easily remedied when he wipes the residue off on a crumpled-up napkin.
if seoho were a kinder person, he'd ask yerin about her own work in return; he's seen clips of her fridge interview pop up here and there, and it's impossible to avoid learning about what she's up to what with her closeness to one of seoho's best friends. instead of making it easy for her, seoho (quite characteristically) goes for the throat.
"you didn't come here to ask about youngstreet, though."
sometimes, especially when walking back through ninety9 creative on her way from visiting daon, yerin enters a bit of a nightmare. she can't walk past that spot where seoho told her to leave him be without picturing him there, the reluctant painting in her mind is faded and becomes more haggard over time. she thought she was doing the right thing that day. well... that's not true. she just wanted to yell at him, talk to him, see him, she was so irrationally angry because eunbin was crying and now seoho isn't coming around anymore and both of those things felt like a wrecking ball through the structure of her. and ever since, he was always lingering. swaying like an omen over the wreckage she'd made of herself.
she's curious why he wouldn't think he'd like it. she almost doesn't ask, and in the end she only mostly doesn't. "did it grow on you, or did something change things for you?" she finishes setting the cups back up, her expression exceptionally focused on them until the task was done. and then he made it easier and harder.
her eyes are on his hands cleaning that stupid ping pong ball, but then they're on his face as he cuts her to the quick of it.
the expression that comes over her is a bit staggered— her pupils dilate and lips part, speechless for 4 seconds (agonizing seconds). "well," she steels, some of her low voice draws up to a higher octave, "that's not entirely true. i.. it's one of the things." she murmurs, reaching out with a question in her gaze to gently grab the ball from him (her fingers shake), "i don't know why i came." she sighs it, turns her head and throws the little ping pong ball into the cups to take the first attempt without asking permission. it bounces off the lip of one and rolls across the table then onto the floor by seoho's feet. "should i have stayed away?" she turns her dark eyes back on him and wonders if she should have asked. the equivalent of asking to be pushed off a cliff, but free-falling was in her nature.
"only ten cats? hmm, i was thinking of like a whole zoo," she said jokingly before shaking her head. "what should we name our ten cats?" while hyorin appreciated getting to have time on her own now that she lived alone, she couldn't deny that she missed the dorm life from time to time. there was always a sort of warmth she felt when she stepped back home from an individual schedule. now, she only had her own cat to offer that feeling.
call her boring—enough people already do, actually—but hyorin hadn't done a lot of dating throughout her career because she was afraid of what it'd lead to. as much as she had complaints to ydh about her position right now within the industry, there was no denying that this was important to her. she didn't want to risk losing it because of some boy.
"exactly," she said before giving yerin a gentle boop to her nose. "but if you ever need someone to go after your exes, let me know. i can put up a good fight, you know!" with that, she put up her arms like she was getting ready to box before laughing at how ridiculous she probably looked.
gazing thoughtfully around the very beautiful scenery, she considers her options with a hurting heart that felt happy for the distraction. "fruits and sweets." she decides, with a firmness to her head nod that sells just how right she's sure she is. "kiwi, macaron, pudding," she names three, tapping them out on her fingers, "cola?" that one is not a fruit or a sweet but she thinks it's cute still.
hyorin had a way of making things easier. she squints through the boop, her smile a bit sardonic. she thinks she's too old for nose boops but then again, she babied hyorin so maybe she could be babied back, just this once. "your arms would fall off before you got half way through. i think you underestimate how many they are. though maybe not that many who need punching. just a few." even thinking about hyorin beating anyone up was a funny thought, one that had her giggling too. she heads them towards a stall with fresh cut flowers at a meandering pace. "if anyone should punch my exes it's me. i can't go any lower, after all. let me ruin my image myself and you stay my angel on the frontlines."
each step she sways into hyorin as they walk. "will you ever date so i can have someone to beat up, too?" she says it with a wolfish little smirk, as if it would bring her great joy. it's much funner to think about beating up hyorin's imaginary future exes than to think about her own, truthfully.
boiteenargent: pretty 🌧️
yerinoncoughsyrup: i missed you so mcuh😫😫😫
daonthebeat: stay warm and don't get sick!
2rin4thewin: our sunshine on a rainy day ☀️
sweetareum: like seeing a bigfoot sighting
yerinsworm: oh my god im DYING
— saebeans: she came to kill today
babyblues: still shameless i see....
daon remembers the rush of getting to know nam yerin. it was a feeling like fate—how knowing her had felt like getting to know himself again, how she'd pulled him right out of the depression she had found him in, whether she knew it or not. her energy back then had been infectious. still is, usually—but he knows that she has bad days just like anyone else. he knows that she doubts herself, sometimes.
"you don't give yourself enough credit," he says. it comes easily—he never gives her self-deprecating suggestions enough room to grow into anything more, and he never lets one go unacknowledged. if she's her own worst enemy, then he's her willing soldier, ready to defend. "but i'll go with you anytime. i've been really missing you lately." an honest admission. but he's never been anything other than honest with her, and they've never gone this long with such little contact before - to miss her is inevitable when she takes up so much of his life.
he takes a deep breath and lets it out slow, a subconscious mirroring of the sigh he'd heard from her end of the line. he hadn't been tired before, but the exhaustion gets to him now.
"it hasn't been that long since i wrapped up promotions for pleasure shop," he explains, dancing around the truth of his recent problems. there are things that he might as well keep to himself - not because he doesn't feel comfortable confiding in her, but because none of it's particularly important, and he has a feeling she might need to lean on him. he doesn't want to give her any reason to feel like she can't.
"i always kind of struggle to get back on a normal sleep schedule after promotions - i feel so tired, but when i lay down, i get restless. i'll probably get over it in another week or so." he pauses for a second, then asks, "what about you? what are you doing up this late?"
his comment is kindness— she had grown used to that, thanks to him. a much needed relief comes as his words flood the reservoir of her mind, clearing out the channels. she nods even though he can't see it, "maybe." no definitely and they both know it, so she sounds coy and thankful all at once. it isn't the first time she'd heard him say he missed her, but with how overdue talking to him lately was, the impact is amplified. "i know. me too." she missed her too, him, them, this.
he mirrors her sigh and she wonders if she's brought him down. she rolls onto her side on the floor (it's clumsy, her phone knocks into the ground and makes a tapping sound, before silence as she settles) "you did so great." she had maybe texted him, but this was the first time she'd spoken to him about it. "pick and choose; i'm happy when you're happy that's the truth," she murmur sings (off-pitch mildly) a line and her tired, half-assed grin colors the words a bit brighter. "so cool, seriously." those lines and that song reminded her of him. "i hope the resting will come soon. once your mind catches up with your body. or maybe we can seriously go hiking or geocaching; tire you out so you have no choice." her words are soft and light, but she frowns at the thought of him having sleepless nights, at any thoughts of his struggles in general.
after the breath of silence that fell between them, his question gives draws out the pause even longer as she considers her answer. his smile was so important to her. so much of their friendship she prioritized it over her own always, didn't want to let him see her cry unless it was small— little tears, silly tears, stubbing her toe on his stupid nightstand, watching a movie, spotting a really really cute dog. but it couldn't go on anymore, it could but it shouldn't. their friendship was too secure for her to tear it down brick by brick like she was all but doing. "well, you know me. i never sleep well, but especially not the last few months. maybe i was missing you too much and going through withdrawals." she tries to joke but it falls quite flat. "i keep feeling so lonely and afraid lately. i don't even know how to pinpoint it. so... it's why i've been so quiet... i don't know what to do about it." she follows up seconds later, quickly, as an apology for her tendency to hide behind humor.
jules was huge on forgiving.. or forgetting really, depends who you asked, but she has gotten better as the years passed and she matured and all that. therapy helped, but also, caring about things a little bit less was a big change in attitude and world view. not that she would say it out loud, but she was compeditive and people would see right through her when it came to that. even predebut with their debut survival show or whatever you want to call it, jules was known for being stubborn and ruthless.. netizens are the ruthless ones. she was just a teenage girl who spend almost half her life training for debut and she was not going to let it slip right through her fingers.
however, maybe she should have been nicer to yerin when they played mario kart but... it was mario kart, a silly little game where they were supposed to have fun and enjoy it and meet again- and they never did. and jules never reached out because she thought she had wronged yerin to the point where... there was no return. why would there be a return?
she listens to yerin as she speaks, eyes slowly moving all over her, watching her softly, because beneath all the rough edges and spite, jules likes to think she is soft and wants to share that with everyone she meets. so, yes. she regrets beating yerin five times in a roll at mario kart. she wouldn't have done it if she knew what that would cause. so she listens, nods her head and waits for yerin to find her words, she is no rush.
"it's fine, don't worry about it." she replies, smile tugging on the corners of her lips as she reaches for yerin's hand, giving it a quick but firm squeeze. "thank you for reaching out, even though its been a while. means a lot." her smile only grows and she feels like she herself is growing shy with it.
see, yerin was not so big on forgiving or forgetting, but she was big on moving on, and following that drumbeat that kept time between her ribs no matter what danger it lead her into. thankfully, jules was an exception to the usual trouble yerin found herself barreling towards. it felt silly to worry about those things; it was a silly game. yerin was a bit intense, sure, but it wasn't so serious. yet, she would hardly be nam yerin if she didn't look at the glass as barely full.
she looks back at jules after taking a sip of her alcohol to find soft eyes and a softer smile. yerin shrinks a bit under it, curls in, brings her knees closer to her chest, settles her chin atop her kneecaps. "ah you say that but listen, i was horrible to you." she grins too however, when jules lays a firm squeeze to her, her expression turning quite sheepish. "i was really seriously so jealous of you and so frustrated. it was crazy." she laughs in spite of herself, as the retrograde memories haze to her mind of fussing at jules, ignoring her when she'd enter the angelix dorms because she was in no mood that day to feel insecure.
why, yerin? why did she make everything harder for herself? back in those days, when they were young, something in her heart was a revelation. it burned with a power that scared her, ached for something louder than any sound, something realer than any touch. that fire had been willing to consume her if she'd let it. but then she grew up. but then the eyes what are always watching her came with expertise to put that fire out. ... still. it wasn't jules fault, not then or now.
"no thank you for letting me reach out. i'll make it up to you forever." she reaches out to gently pat a hand on jules cheek, affectionate and apologetic and fleeting of a touch. "i'll be suuuuch a good friend to you." she shouldn't make promises she only somewhat keeps.
seungjae is no stranger to having loved and lost people; it’s something that he’s grown accustomed to in the industry, but that alone didn’t quite make it hurt any less. even more so when it had been yerin of all people, when he’d allowed management to get in the way of their friendship.
she’d once been someone he held close to his heart, and had, at one point, thought he’d never have to leave. but the industry, his image, management – everything had happened all too quickly, and soon enough they’d grown apart. friendship that he’d once cherished so firmly, melting into nothing.
he wonders briefly if the cameras will catch him here, walking towards yerin’s apartment complex. but it had been seungjae after all that had suggested them meeting up ( the same seungjae who years ago, listened to management the moment they told him to be wary. that nothing good would come out of flaunting his friendship with her ).
it’s april, but the weather’s a bitch. the cold air settles onto his skin; as though spring can’t quite decide if it’s here or not. seungjae finds it a little hilarious, in an odd way. “i said i would,” he says, but seungjae understands all too well why this might be news. he lets out a defeated smile, and lifts the plastic bag in his hand. “i got your favourites,” despite the years that have passed, seungjae remembers – the little details. “how…” he struggles to find the right words to say without sounding awkward, different. “… how have you been?”
snowfalls in her heart at the very thought of him and isn't that the real shame of it? when things were so good before. when stupid stupid seungjae was easy and fun. it was thanks to herself, so she shouldn't be mad at him, shouldn't hold it against him. but she does. and she holds ydh responsible most of all. she had never doubted that as the reason. she knew back then that she was lighting fires to paper kites by talking to him in public, by laughing with him on cameras and in front of staffs right after she had so publicly burned so many bridges so fast. if the fans weren't even supporting her, how could she have expected seungjae to when she let one too many comments slip.
she tilts her head at him, her face reflecting a shadow of awkward uncertainty as he uplifts his offering before she can mask it. it had been long enough since she'd seen that stupid smile pointed her direction that it almost makes her skin crawl with chills— it almost draws up the pain and frustration to rise higher above than whatever happiness she was gleaning from his presence. but she maintains clarity for now. "you did." she nods, agreeing too easily as she walks towards him to meet him, to grab the bag. (her fingers hesitate for a fraction of a second over the rustling plastic at his comment; favorites... she found it both incredibly thoughtful and so hurtful of him to remember. ah, he remembered... how'd it make it worse somehow?)
"it's good, thanks." her comment is stiff too, feeding from his energy, even as she makes her way to the set of benches that are set out over the space, decorated with plants, imitation candle lights and brightly colored furniture. she really takes her time to reply to him makes him wait until she'd sat out the alcohols with lightly hovering and trembling fingers. she sits herself down. "well enough." a lie, "better now that i've gotten you here." her gaze narrows a bit, challenging him to give her an answer that would make it feel better, "i wondered if you'd lost my number so i thought; ah he won't even pick up. but you did." she hands him the soju bottle to open for them. her expression is lit up with conflicting emotions— the joy of his friendship and the disappointment of the fact it was only now that she was seeing it at all. "it's ok, you don't have to be so awkward, i won't bite." she pulls a punch because she misses the easiness they once had and instead she fixes on a sweet-enough grin.
( 너와 나의 promise )
⁎ 2025 , halls of ninety9 creative .
; ⸺ + @pettypoetic !
even a dose of easy-does-it friendship straight to the veins can't fix whatever broke in her today. (when in doubt, just go find daon)— it's critical, there's some spring loose. knocked aside by a stupid boy she didn't even like and just said yes to because she always gives everyone a chance. because she feels bad saying no. and then what happens? same thing as usual; a month later (if that), they're kicking her out the car they invited her into. so it's hardly her fault that nam yerin is walking down the ninety-9 creative halls with daggers for eyes and an aura so tempered-toxic it's almost pathetic (or deadly), really. she's a melted candle, she's a sad little star and like sad little stars do, she crashes right into the world—
she rounds a corner and collides directly someone with a little sound of surprise that's only diffused pitifully when she looks up, lands eye contact— and then sighs. a heavy, shifty sound, as she takes a step back away from him, then another.
iseul. how can a man be so constant, so forever... what kind of man keeps his every promise? every one? really... her gaze is depleted already, a confliction in their depths as they feel an equal stab of comfort at just his presence.
there are sounds all around here in the company halls. makeup and costume staff gathered outside of a meeting room door just 15ft feet away really. right over iseul's shoulder- she can see them already staring. (not the staring...)
"oh, iseulie. we should just talk later, alright?" she says it, as though they had talked at all lately, and like she had some intention to reach out. she gazes into his dark eyes and wonders what road they'll take. reasonable, friendly communication or whatever that other thing was that they often stubbed their toes on like a bedpost, whenever they both felt too much too strongly at the same times. (she has a sneaking suspicion she knows already.)
