DOE EYES LIGHT UP as recognition registers in her mind. her first instinct is to reach down, help the girl clean up the mess that she helped to create, but then she remembers where she is, and more importantly? whoâs watching. âiâm so sorry about that, hana.â she apologizes, lips pulling downwards into a frown as she calls over a nearby employee to clear the floor of glass, promising to slip in a good word for them to their manager. she can hear the shutters of cameras, the chatter of those around them becoming deafeningly loud as they take in what just happened. âi would buy you TEN more dresses if i managed to ruin that one. itâs seriously gorgeous.â lia tells her, gaze falling upon the other girlâs attire for the night. âyou look great, unnie. of course we would. itâs definitely overdue. i say we hit the shops sometime this week, what do you say?â a nearby photographer asks for a picture, and adelia doesnât hesitate in looping her arm around the older girlâs. the moment the camera flashed, she excuses them. âhow about we get you another drink?â she starts to pull hana away from the crowd.  then, in a voice barely audible to even hana herself, she whispers. âare you okay? you look a little out of it. is it the people? are you just as annoyed of them as i am?â
   thinking momentarily to herself, haneul ponders on the possibility that she must be a bearer of misfortune. if her career practically being the ANITHESIS of her dream as an artist wasnât already a major indication, then the reactions of the people surrounding them surely clarified that aspect of her life. she had taken the encounter lightly, knowing that adelia wasnât the type to scheme out a wardrobe malfunction, especially against someone whoâs confided in her some shared frustrations about the publicâs perceptions of them that haneul had felt ever since joining galaxy entertainment. however, from the outside, the scene didnât look too friendly. still, she wasnât the least bit angered, and as the employees began to work on the mess, she keeps a good-natured attitude about her. â oh, stop. everythingâs always looked amazing on ya ! â upon hearing adeliaâs next response, haneul claps her hands together, nodding, happy that at least one good thing has come out of this gala. as the cameraâs lights FLASH over her animated expression, she lets her arms fall to her sides, small body moving through the seemingly endless forms crowding the space surrounding them. when the two girls finally settle, haneul looks at adelia, sincerety in her features as much as itâs in her voice when she replies, â ah. yeah. no, i mean â â a sigh falls from her lips as she shifts her weight from one foot to the other. â it feels like every year the media gets more  i n t e n s e. itâs like the company almost wants one of us to fuck up or something, what with all the opportunities to be misinterpreted or to become aggravated. â looking over the younger girlâs face, haneulâs brows furrow together in concern as she returns the question. â and you? itâs your second one since debut, right? if anything, i feel like youâve had to experience the worst of it from the get-go. . . â
     â  â   ââ    IF YOU have some experience in the field, itâs a piece of pie to stay away from the photographers ââ but the thing is that in this kind of event itâs i m p o s s i b l e for your managers to let you stay out of the camera focuses for long. jaejin hated the feeling of exposure when his eyes were forced to get accustomed to the flashes in various directions, if anything he just wanted to go home. and with that thought that comes a warm touch on his own body, the arm around him forced him to look at it and look for its owner. that was the last thing he was expecting to see that night, though. â are you trying to hide yourself from someone ? â jaejin wasnât an actor, he was a terrible liar ââ but he could master his features when he wanted to. the warm smile that was directed at hana was the less confusing as he was at the moment. she probably shouldnât have realized that he was there besides her ( and if he was honest, he didnât know how heâd come there either ) otherwise he would d o u b t that her arm had made its way. â you shouldnât. you look ⌠beautiful tonight. â ââ when she wasnât beautiful it was a question he would never really know how to answer, but it wasnât the kind of dark thought he was intending to have right there.
  beautiful? only that from him could have enough power to peel back her persona without a momentâs notice, a corner of her berry lips twitching despite the company of their  a u d i e n c e. before he had even met her eyes, before he had even spoken - seeing straight through her behavior as if she were made of glass - shock had consumed her being upon noticing the man whose arm she had unwittingly intertwined with her ownâand then it didnât take long until the greying ashes of history manifested into a slow burn of deep displeasure. but then he had called her BEAUTIFUL. haneulâs breathing became ragged, pulse dragging itself across every soft sound created by the curves of his vowels and the echoes of his consonants, unconsciously desperately carving into her heart the way he pronounced something so sweet and fleeting. in that moment, she felt beautiful. of course he could still have that effect on her.  .  .  and she hates him for it. no. she could never hate him. no matter how hard she may try to, no matter how close she comes to every time she sees that unfazed smile, she canât ever completely, and thatâs what she hates. rapidly blinking, separating herself from the emotions she so WEAKLY fell into, her expression remains guarded with the plastic courtesy of labelmates exchanging simple hellos. â well, youâre not wrongââ about hiding her honest self â âI do look great. â pressing into his arm with the pad of her thumb, delivering a silent warning not to tread on shaky ground ( whether for the sake of her heart or the photographer, even sheâs not so sure anymore ), she continues, although this time a little less cheery. â how are you ? â a few more seconds should do. just until the camera gets bored. JUST â her eyes look into his, and her heart clenches upon seeing, as she had done so many times long ago â UNTIL â that heâs beautiful too â THEN.
jade had been lost in her thoughts when she heard the voice speak to her. the L O U D music and chit chatter that surrounded her had pretty much blocked anything else from being heard and jade was slightly taken aback. quickly looking up from her drink, a sudden smile formed on her lips as she recognized the familiar face. âunnie!â despite feeling a little embarrassed at being caught, jade was more than happy to see her. âno iâve⌠never really tried it before.â jade sheepishly admitted.
   sometimes haneul would forget who was the oldest between the both of them. her groupmateâs presence frequently managed to come with an overall aura of  c o m f o r t, and over the years it turned into something that she learned how to crack a smile of fondness at. after all, jadeâs kindness was a CONSTANT, and amid the tumultuous turns of idol life, constants were a necessary thing for the sake of haneulâs sanity. so itâs with a gentle eye that she teasingly tuts at the girl, comfortable enough to share a moment of affectionate amiabilities and finally leverage her unnie âwisdomâ for once. peering at the liquid in jadeâs hand, she shakes her head before emitting a short giggle. â no wonder you donât like this. it tastes like hell without a chaser, especially if itâs not something youâre used to. â leaning behind jade, she grabs another drink, sipping to see if it had as much fruit juice as its bright color indicated that it did, and - content with her choice - she slips it into jadeâs other hand. â try both. this new one right after the old one. â
it seemed most people were ready to leave this gala just as quickly as it started. not star, she was more than excited to get this party started. mingling with people was a skill she required once entering the company, not wanting to be left out and soon showcasing any and everything to get herself, and now her group, noticed. it was weird people actually wanting to talk to her, take her picture and ask her questions. they wanted to get to know her, even if some just wanted her to fail. she wasnât going to give them that satisfaction. but soon someone is looping through arm through hers and smiling along side her. âi do! everyone looks absolutely stunning, including yourself.â another flash is taken and star makes sure to smile brightly, not that, that was ever a problem. âalthough this dress does some a bit short. guess i wonât be doing any dancing tonight. are you enjoying yourself?â
  a smileâs radiance rivaling that of the cameraâs FLASH shining her way, and haneul instantly regrets her actions. not because the young girl wouldnât make the  p e r f e c t  cover against the photographerâs insistent pressure, but because the otherâs happiness seemed so genuine. how peculiar. nonetheless, it was a kind of positivity that she didnât necessarily want to involve herself with for too long. especially when the hours were only disguising the upcoming, tireless months of comeback preparation with the galaâs feigned euphoria. preferring to glaze over the compliment, haneul simply nods, smiling lightly as she softens her grip on starâs arm. another FLASH catches her off-guard, and sheâs brought back to the reality of the moment, chastising herself for having given the camera such a demure image. clearing her throat, haneul straightens up, replying with a friendly tilt of the head as she exclaims, â nonsense !  coming from a girl who couldnât dance to save her life, iâd be offended if you didnât dance tonight. â was she enjoying herself? â as much as i can be. â given the circumstances. â on the other hand, you look like youâre having the time of your life. â how is that even possible?
Kai would never say he was used to his lack of privacy, but it no longer surprised him to have cameras pointed in his direction. They had rules in place about this, it didnât matter the day, or the mood of the idol, the second a camera was on them they better be a model idol. Which could be difficult in cases when groups of people swarmed often forgetting idols were people who had boundaries.  Yet at this event it seemed they were safe from that, but they werenât safe from the small crowd of media buzzing around taking pictures, and asking for interviews. When an arm linked through his own he glanced down, reading the discomfort on Hanaâs face he returned the smile, though it was more teeth than anything. âSuper lovely, breathtaking really, but you know what I think it looks even more lovely by the alcohol table. Care to join me?â He questioned.
   she should have known from the taught muscle she touched, as she gripped the unknown figureâs arm, that her distraction from the pesky photographer would be kai. his brilliant white teeth put on display matched his usual good humor, and haneulâs posture eased in its tension. cheeky fellows like him arenât so easy to get along with, at least for her, but after receiving some much-needed help from him for dance practice, she eventually came to respect the young oneâs professionalism for his passion. anyone who had the patience to teach her how to find the perfect balance between CUTE and SEXY for her groupâs pop concepts was considered r e f r e s h i n g  in her book. catching onto the implications of his words, she sighs in gratitude. â youâre right, dongsaeng. â tongue drawing out the last word, the young woman hopes the photographer thinks to capture the atmosphere of a typical company sunbae-hoobae relationship in his pictures. she wouldnât want to cause a scandal for empireâs maknae. â the viewâs a lot prettier over there â â and before another FLASH of the camera could envelop their bodies in blinding light, she sifts through the crowd as fast as she can. once the two reach the table, haneul immediately drops her arm from his. â you did well. â her head tilts cooly to the array of drinks spread out behind her. â pick your poison. â
   oh, god. even a mask couldnât hide the face sheâs trained herself so well to spot from miles away. there was one particular photographer who tended to focus on her, and haneul hadnât thought much of it until she began to read  r u m o r s of fansites paying press to exclusively capture images of their favorite idols during events that werenât exactly OPEN for the publicâs presence. it wasnât a practice that emerged with bad intentions, but it irked haneul nonetheless, knowing that not even at company-sponsored events could she act the least bit freely. & to avoid looking like the sour-faced loner she usually is at festivities, she constantly has to keep herself on her toes and seek out company â QUICKLY. so without an ounce of shame in her coldly calculative head, her arm slips between the nearest personsâ and she turns her head up towards her newest friend with a dazzling smile. FLASH ! â itâs so lovely tonight. donât you agree? â itâs obvious sheâs counting the seconds until she can let go.
      heâs got BETTER things to do. quite honestly heâd rather be sleeping or dozing of ââ anywhere but here. but the cameras were bright ; the press never really ever gave hyungsik time to b r e a t h e. by now he was used to this ââ fake smiles and laughter as he attempted to act as though he was having a GOOD time ( he wasnât ). he leans in close to the idol beside him, acts as though heâs got some secret to spill, some inside joke. â i canât wait to fucking leave this piece of shit gala, â he smiles, b r i g h t and innocent. always one to please the CAMERAS.
   settling onto the soft cushions of a lounge chair, haneul closes her eyes in a well-meant, delusional attempt to take advantage of the small seconds she has to relax her mind as her body sinks into the seatâs glorious comfort. when the bright FLASH of a camera hits against her shut eyelids, it takes everything in her power not to lash at the  i m b e c i l e  who ripped away this moment from her too quickly for her liking. still, she canât help but let out a small hiss from the corner of her lips as she revives for the sake of the public around her once more. so when the guy next to her whispers similar sentiments, a genuine smirk paints her pretty lips in resound agreement. â oh, what i would give to have one of these sons of bitches make a fool of themselves. â
the bustling atmosphere and loud voices of the party had surrounded jade as she walked through the crowds of people and paparazzi that were stationed at every corner of the room. she had on her BRIGHTEST smile waving at the cameras, greeting everyone she knew and those she had just met. every now and then jade stood with important guests chit chatting away, still smiling and nodding her head even though she had lost the topic of conversation ages ago. she had never been a big party goer herself, preferring to be in the music room practicing or in her room reading, but the gala was an event that was special to her company and if spending a few extra hours in the noise made the people around her happy then she was glad to spend it. making her way through the crowd, jade swiped a tall glass from a passing waiter and took a small sip of the champagne, scrunching her face at the bitter taste of the alcohol. âthis tasteâs awful, how do people drink this stuff?âÂ
   by this time of the night, she would have had her fill of conversation already. she should have been able to find at least one person who she could exchange meaningful words withâbut no. no such luck tonight. oh, well. she shouldnât be surprised, really, she thinks to herself as a cynical scoff emits from her lips. ready to move towards the bathroom in what may be the hundredth time in the span of an hour, her ears catch onto the passing words of a girl behind her. â simply. quietly. â haneul emphasizes the last word, turning to give the other a glare over her shoulder, although stopping when she realizes the identity of the voice. â oh ! jade. â her body twists around fully now, her plain expression softening just the slightest, practically undetectable to the untrained eye. but she knew jade would understand. â youâve never. . . drank before ? â her voice tilts upward, a weak attempt to lighten the snarkiness of her past words.
CAMERAS FLASHED and curious eyes followed her every move as adelia weaved through the SEA of bodies. she had been trying to please the media, plastering on a fake smile and stopping for trivial chit chat with every important guest. the night was still young, but lia was already tired, borderline exhausted, of the lack of privacy. she was sure her signature grin was looking like more of a grimace at this point. dark hues scanned the room, landing upon a server passing around glasses of champagne, and she immediately made that her NEW destination. if she had to suffer through a couple more hours, then she would need something to keep her spirits up. tunnel visioning towards the alcohol was a bad decision, and she felt herself falling backwards as she collided with another body. on instinct, arms reached outwards to grab a hold of the other to keep her balance. she was about to apologize  p r o f u s e l y, as there was a possibility it was someone with the power to ruin her career, but it was just another idol from galaxy. âyou should really watch where youâre going. would you have paid for this dress if i fell and ruined it?â
    displeasure lining heavy-lidded eyes, her lackluster gaze is cast downwards towards the pristine glass of champagne her small hand kept swirling languidly in circles. around and around the sparkling liquid moved, golden promises of warmth and mischief tucked into every popping bubble. haneul knew better than to let herself lose control at a time like this, so getting drunk tonight was not a part of the agenda. besides, the alcoholâs prickling sensation was bothersome to her delicate throat; almost more so than the intensity of all the  s c h m o o z i n g  happening around her. sheâd rather gag than play along. she plays along. sighing, she swallows, lips curving to a light smile as her head slowly rises to look straight ahead when â AH ! CRASH. the glass slips from her loose grip, shattering immediately upon impact with the hard, tiled floor. eyes widening, surprised by the seconds flying too quickly for her to keep up, the otherâs voice cuts sharply into her ears. . .  yet, as she meets adeliaâs eyes, haneulâs lips widen into a bright, genuine grin and she laughs. tossing her head back, she collects herself for a moment, replying with a revived gleam lighting up her irises, â yeah. with the money youâd give me for my dress. â hand waving nonchalantly towards the ground, she gestures to the spilled champagne that had luckily fallen a good few inches away from her louboutins. â and then weâd have a marvelous shopping trip together. wouldnât we? â
wooooheee, always l8 to the party smh @ me. i was trying to pull together some of her pages before getting to this, cries. hey everyone ! iâm ARA and iâm so so excited to be a part of this rp. iâll be playing LEE âHANAâ HANEUL. this is a muse of mine that i had previously but wasnât able to fully develop, so iâm looking forward to being able to show her to the world. :-) her stats can be found when you click the lil person icon on her page & some quick plots and relationship ideas can be found here. please feel free to like this post or shoot me a message if youâd like to plot, and i hope to talk to yâall soon ! âĽ
    LEE JIEUN (IU) â â The Paparazzi just spotted [LEE âHANAâ HANEUL] on the street. [SHE] is supposedly [21] years old, and is a part of the group [AQUARIUS] as a [SINGER]. If you run into them you might notice theyâre [ELOQUENT] and [ORGANIZED], but also [SELFISH] and [APATHETIC].
BIO â
born to loving parents who helped foster her creative intelligence over the years, meaning that she cares a lot about musicality and culture and is a strong lyricist
visited hongdae every week with her parents for as long as she could remember, which only furthered her passion to become involved with the music industry once she got older
casting story: a boy was playing the guitar during one of those hongdae nights, haneul sang to his instrumentals and stayed there for the entirety of his set (and yo hey what !a talent!! and? someone who doesnât just hop around performer to performer, but actually absorbs herself into the music?? wow!), the boy was a trainee at another company at that time, liked the way she sang, and gave haneul more info about how she might be able to become a part of the company
since then, haneul threw herself into becoming a quality artist and became a trainee at that company for 3 years. she absolutely loved her time there, and especially the companyâs people, whom she grew genuinely close to. she admired their detailed attention towards music, and knew that she wanted to be an artist who exuded those types of vibes~
but things were rough since it was a small company, and haneul thought she deserved more than rough. sheâs got a lot of pride in her talents, and her desire to successfully debut soon overcame her loyalty and love for the company so she !ditched! them!!! :-(((
she joined galaxy, expecting to debut in a group w eccentric sounds, but ended up getting rounded up in the lineup for their new girl group aka super pop concept aka a bid towards mainstream music, hahahahaha karmaâs a bitch ya b, haneul
very unhappy w where sheâs ended up but c'est la vie if it means she can finally reach her dreams of touching the lives of millions as a solo artist in the future
wipe ur tears, haneul. leggo AND STUNT with ur new given name âhanaâ coz u keep tellin urself ur flawless so u better act like it and be grateful (spoiler alert: she kinda isnât.)
doesnât stop her from being resentful nonetheless (sigh, sorry @aquarius members and @galaxy artists/trainees/staff)
PERSONALITY â
lowkey inspired by iuâs character cindy in the drama the producers, oops
very much an âends justify the meansâ type of gal
edgy in her overall bearing, but once you get past the thorns, a person might even claim that the thorns arenât all that bad
meaning that conversations with her arenât so awful, since sheâs pretty insightful despite presenting herself so straight-forwardly
her âideal typeâ face and feminine voice help cushion much of the baggage that most people would have to deal with if they acted or said the things she does
she knows this, and is kind of frustrated by it too, so sheâll take an automatic liking towards people who treat her as she should be treated
is a #sadgirl bc sheâs been suffocating herself in an environment she feels like she doesnât belong in
but if it werenât that, sheâd be a good-natured person, and when sheâs doing things she likes at places she likes with people she likes, it shows - and people can finally understand why in the world anyone would want to be her friend, ahhhhh
a tough cookie bc everyoneâs always painted her as a soft cookie, so sheâs hella compensating for that
((pls donât hurt her bc sheâll let herself hurt - and she does hurt a lot - and turn her back on ya if it means she can achieve the things she wants to achieve in the long run, ouch, bbygirl that isnât healthy stOP IT)))
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