birth name: zhang daiyu (张黛玉)
english name: daisy zhang
stage name: daisy
birthday: november 17th 2000
birth place: guangzhou, china
positions: dancer, vocalist, choreographer, producer
trainee since: july 2015
BACKSTORY: Zhang Daiyu, known mononymously as Daisy Zhang, was born in Guangzhou, China, on the 17th November 2000, to her mother, Zhang Jiayi. Her father had been killed in a car accident, leaving behind his pregnant wife and their two sons, Zhang Minghao, aged five, and Zhang Tian, aged seven. Daiyu grew up relatively comfortable, the money her father had left behind, as well as the fully paid off house, giving them a secure childhood.
As she grew up, she developed a very strong appreciation for dance, mirroring what she saw on television, leading to a lot of bruised knees, and a few hospital trips. Eventually, she began to create her own dances, and, even though they weren’t very good, she enjoyed doing it and showing her mother. As she got older, however, it was obvious that she wanted to do it full time, and she began pestering her mother for dance classes. She excelled in the classes, and by her mid-teen years, she was auditioning for companies. Her first audition, for YG, went extremely well, and she considered joining the company for a while, but was hesitant to leave her family. By the time she was ready to speak to them, the oppurtunity had passed, and she was crushed.
However, 2014 brought JYP to China, and Daiyu was quick to jump at the oppurtunity, her mother and brothers supporting her 100%. When the audition was successful, and she re-auditioned in early 2015, she was offered a place under the company, one that she gratefully accepted. So, at the tender age of 15, Zhang Daiyu left China and moved to Korea, settling into the training, and very quickly picking up Korean as a third language, having already learned English at her late father’s request.
The Stray Kids reality show sent her routine out of the window, and being the only female trainee involved stressed her out beyond belief. The fear of elimination, one that never came into fruition, scared her beyond belief, but the reveal of the final line-up made all of that evaporate, because...
On March 25th, 2018, Zhang Daiyu debuted with the rest of Stray Kids, and the rest is history.
FACTS ABOUT DAISY:
Her favourite colour is purple
Her favourite season is winter
She speaks Chinese, Korean and English, and she is mostly fluent in Japanese, but admits she still needs to work on it
She has two corgi dogs, named Bao and Kuai
She is close friends with ATEEZ’s Jongho, and the pair have been speculated, a lot of it started by Dispatch, to be dating. Neither of them, nor their managers have confirmed or denied this ;)
She considers SHINee’s Taemin her role model
She is allergic to cats, meaning that, on occasion, she will have a sneezing fit around Lee Know
She choreographs a lot of the group’s dances, as well as helping to produce, but admits that her talents lie primarily with dance (vLIVE 211209)
If she wasn’t in Stray Kids, she would have still pursued dance, opening her own studio, or becoming a dance teacher
Her stage name is Daisy, but she used a combination of her first and last name, ZhangDai, when she produces
She can play the piano
She trained for two and a half years
She’s 5′3
She admitted to spending most of her money on clothes, mostly dresses and shoes (vLIVE 190118)
She is extremely clumsy, despite being a dancer, and she has had the most injuries out of the whole group
She has a YouTube series called ‘Daisy Days’ wherin she vlogs her life, resulting in multiple iconic moments between her and the members
Daisy said her ideal type is; “Someone who can laugh with me, but also someone is emotionally intelligent and able to share their feelings in a comfortable and easy way.”
Her favourite artists include Fall Out Boy, Green Day and SHINee
Her fan given nickname is Flower, due to her stage name, and the members nickname her Diamond
↳ juliette needs some comfort only her best friend can bring
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(okay, so, it’s been a while. my apologies for that, but my mental health needed some care, so i took a break from everything. BUT. i’m back, and i’m super excited to be back. thank you for all the support, and here’s to a much more organised and consistent schedule!)
Juliette released a pitiful sniffle as she crashed into her bed, dropping her bag to the floor and crying into her pillow. Her mind was racing, screaming at her for not being able to reach the notes required of her. She’d never had an issue with her voice before, her backing vocals always being next to perfect, but she couldn’t shake the constant break of her voice.
She’d barely said a word to Hongjoong as they walked back from the recording studio, only nodding each time he reminded her that she could try again tomorrow and that it wasn’t a big deal. Of course, to him, it wasn’t. They were way ahead of schedule, and Juliette really could keep trying until she got everything perfect. But it wasn’t the same for her. Every time her voice broke, every time the notes wavered or she was off key, she felt utterly useless. She felt as if she couldn’t do anything right, and that no amount of trying would ever change that. She was wrong, of course, but she couldn’t help but feel pathetic every time she tried again.
She sniffled again, pulling her legs closer to her chest and wrapping her arms around them, curling herself into a ball. She didn’t even look up when the door to her shared room was opened, instead she just curled more into herself, shielding her face with the pillow. She shifted more into herself when the bed dipped, and she let out a small huff. She assumed it was Hongjoong, and as much as she loved him, she wasn’t in the mood for talking.
“Please don’t cry, Ettie”
The soft voice that pulled her from her pity party was certainly not Hongjoong’s, and she lifted her head up slowly, peering down at the boy sitting at the end of her bed. Jongho smiled softly at the younger girl, the emotion not quite meeting his eyes as he watched fresh tears drop down her, now, puffy cheeks. A hint of a smile crossed her own lips as she pushed herself up, leaning against the headboard of her bed as she fiddled with her fingers, actively looking away from Jongho.
Juliette heard him sigh softly before he shuffled closer to her, placing his hands over hers, causing her to finally look up at him. Her eyes were rimmed with bright red, her pupils blown out and tears forming in her lower lash line. Her cheeks were flushed pink, puffy from the amount of rubbing she had done.
“What’s the matter? Do I need to go and beat someone up?”
She giggled softly at that, shaking her head softly. Jongho smiled at this and shuffled closer again, tilting his head at her. She sighed, shoulders dropping as she started playing with her hands again, glancing up at Jongho when he tightened the grip of his own hands over hers to still the anxious movement.
“My voice kept breaking when we were recording today, and whatever I did, it just wouldn’t stop. I just- Whenever it happened, I felt so useless. It’s been happening for a while now, whenever I practice, and I know it shouldn’t bother me so much because I’m a rapper, but it does. What if it never stops? What if I can’t fix it? What if-”
“Juliette.”
Jongho interrupted her train of thought, and she peered up at him, utterly defeated as her shoulders slumped. She sniffled again, glancing down at the both of their hands clasped together.
“We have ages to figure this out, you know that. And, if worse comes to worst, we change it up and lower the register you’re singing in, hey?”
She shrugged in agreement, nodding silently.
“Jongho,” she paused, him humming in response, “Can I have a hug?”
He didn’t respond, instead pulling the younger girl into his chest, her settling comfortably into his arms. They didn’t speak for a while, simply enjoying the company of the other.
After a while, Juliette shifted, smiling up at Jongho, “Thank you.”
He smiled back at her, kissing her forehead, “Always, Ettie.”
Can I request something like the boys (bts) coming into mias room and sleeping with her? Or like Mia being away for a while and when she comes home one of the boys is sleeping in her room?
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↳ mia comforting her best friend
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↳ a/n: thank you for requesting! this has taken me so long to answer, i am so sorry. i was away for a while due to mental health issues, but now i'm back to a comfortable place, i'm back to writing! i tried to combine both aspects of your request, so i hope you enjoy :)
The knock at the door was what pulled her from almost falling asleep. She was in that awkward place of sleeping but not, needing a few moments to fall into unconsciousness.
With a sharp inhale, and a couple of seconds for motivation, Mia stepped out of bed to open the door, being met with a messy-haired, red-eyed Jungkook. He glanced at her guiltily, rubbing the back of his hands anxiously. Mia's eyebrows creased, and she clasped his hands in her own, slowly pulling him into her room and closing the door behind them. She sat down on the edge of the bed with him, flicking her bedside light on.
"What's the matter, honey?"
The pet-name caught his attention, and he smiled ever so softly. He was the only one she called honey, and it never failed to make him smile. He glanced at her for a moment, and she smiled encouragingly.
"Can I stay with you tonight? I missed you when you went away."
Mia smiled, shuffling towards him to take his hands in her own again, resting her chin on his shoulder as she glanced up at him. She'd been away for a few weeks visiting her family back in NYC, and due to the time difference, it was quite hard to stay in touch with the boys.
"I missed you too, you know?" Jungkook smiled sweetly back at her, squeezing her fingers softly, "There's my favourite smile."
His cheeks lit up in a brilliant pink, and Mia could only smile wider, taking her head away from his shoudler.
"Of course you can stay with me."
Jungkook's eyes seemed to light up, and Mia chuckled, shuffling back into the warmth of her bed, Jungkook following suit. He shuffled to the other side of her double bed, sliding under her baby pink bedspread with a tired smile. Mia flicked her lamp off, the room illuminated with the glow from the moon seeping past her curtains.
"Thank you, Noona. Goodnight."
The words were whispered again, and Mia grinned into the darkness, rolling onto her side.
↳ taemin being there for jinhwa when she was stressed over SuperM
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Jinhwa let out another tired sigh, shutting off the music blasting through the practice room as she slid down the mirror, pulling her knees to her chest guiltily. She glanced up at Taemin as he wiped at his forehead with his arm, his gaze catching hers briefly before she glanced away, finding the wooden floor to be much more interesting than the gaze of her best friend. Taemin moved to sit down next to her, nudging her shoulder with his.
“Don’t stress, Hwa. You’ll get it, you always do.”
Usually, his words would comfort her, but they only caused tears to well up in her eyes as she trained her gaze onto the pink of her sneakers. She broke the silence with a sniffle, picking at her nails.
“I just feel so useless at the moment. I don’t know what it is, I just can’t seem to do anything,” her voice broke pitifully at the end, and she wiped the tears that pooled in her eyes onto her sleeve, “Whether it’s the new choreography, or when I’m recording, or when I’m producing, nothing seems right. Nothing I do ever seems good enough.”
Taemin held back the sigh trapped in his throat, opting for wrapping an arm around Jinhwa’s shoulders, bringing her into an embrace that she welcomed openly. He knew she was stressed out of her mind about the SuperM project, and he was determined to fix that. Her arms immediately settled around his waist, face pressing into his shoulder. She sniffled pitifully, relaxing into his body, simply allowing him to hold her. They sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments, the room filled with their breathing and the occasional sniffle from Jinhwa, before Taemin broke the silence.
“Jinhwa,” he stared quietly, using her full name to garner her full attention, “you’re one of the strongest, most passionate people I know. You put 100% into everything you do, whether it’s silly little interviews or nightly V-LIVES. I’ve known you now for nearly 13 years now, and in all of that time, you’ve proven to me that you can do anything if you put your mind to it. You’re the one who pushed for our management to give you a solo album, you’re the one who pushed for us to do harder and more complex choreography because you believe in us, you’re the one who spends day and night in the studio producing for us when we’re all too tired.”
He paused for a moment to glance down at the now stunned Jinhwa, her eyes glistening with love and adoration.
“What I’m trying to say, Hwa, is that you can do this. Right now, it might feel like everything is going wrong, that you can’t do this. But I know you, and I know that you’ll get through this and you’ll absolutely ace this comeback.”
He finished speaking with a grin, and Jinhwa couldn’t help returning it as she launched herself back into his arms, tugging him into a tight embrace. He laughed in surprise at the action, returning the embrace all the same.
“Thank you, Taem. I needed to hear that”
The pair were left in silence again, the moment breaking when Jinhwa pulled herself out of Taemin’s embrace and jumped to her feet. She wiped the slowly drying tears from her face, holding a hand out to Taemin.
↳ the time juliette woke seonghwa up after a nightmare
(mentions of blood and injury in this, so reader discretion is advised)
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The glass had slipped between Juliette’s fingers before she could stop it, crashing to the kitchen floor, glass flying all across the room. She cursed under her breath, inching forwards to begin picking up the small shards, but releasing a pained whimper when she stood directly on a piece of glass, slicing the fabric of her sock wide open, and subsequently cutting underside of her foot open. Blood cascaded from the open wound, flooding over the serrated fragments glistening in the dim light.
“Jeongja?”
Shit. She winced softly, turning her head in the direction of the voice to be met with the panicked eyes of Seonghwa. He was stood in the doorway, hair messy and eye visibly tired from being so abruptly woken up, but he was still looking at her with the same care he always did. She inhaled sharply, glancing at the mess on the floor with a sniffle. He had, the evening before, cleaned the entire kitchen from top to bottom, and Juliette could only feel guilt as she glanced back up at him. He must have seen the apprehension in her eyes, because he carefully moved through the kitchen, thankful to have slippers, and stood just in front of Juliette. She cut him off before he had time to speak.
“Sorry for waking you up, oppa. The glass slipped before I had time to react,” she mumbled softly, small tears forming in her eyes, “and sorry about the floor, I know you cleaned yesterday.”
She couldn’t meet his gaze, guilt and shame building in her gut and sparking her fear of disappointing him, so she kept her gaze locked onto the mismatched purple and orange of her two socks, the orange tinted red. The man in front of her sighed softly, placing a warm hand on her cheek and softly moving her head up. Finally, she met his eyes.
“Don’t worry about that, Ettie.” she relaxed significantly at the nickname, although the shimmer didn’t leave her eyes, “Let’s get you somewhere safe so I can check your foot, yeah?”
She simply nodded at his words, allowing him to help her sit on the kitchen side before he checked under the sink for the first aid kit. Ironically, Juliette had been the one to put it there. He placed the little green box down next to her, reaching back down to pull out a cloth and some antiseptic before he began . The silence that fell across the kitchen was a comfortable one, although Juliette couldn’t help but still feel bad. She couldn’t help but feel as though she should have stayed in bed; that way none of this would have happened. She winced at a particularly painful swipe of the cloth, and Seonghwa shot her an apologetic smile.
“All done,” he spoke softly, standing back up to find a bandage, throwing the cloth in the trash, “Which one do you want?”
Juliette looked up at him in confusion, though she laughed softly when she realised what he meant. In his open hands were two plasters; a peppa pig one and a dinosaur one. Silently, she pointed to the dinosaur one.
“Thought so.” Seonghwa hummed with an amused smile, unwrapping it before placing it over her cut, smoothing it down with his knuckles. He brushed the packaging into the open trash bin, glancing back up at Juliette.
“Thank you.”
She whispered the words so quietly she worried that he hadn’t heard, but the small kiss he pressed to her forehead was more than enough to let her know that he had heard her. She smiled lightly, her gaze falling, once again, to her feet. No more words were exchanged as Seonghwa pulled away, cleaning up the floor as quietly as he could. Juliette watched silently, pulling her sleeves over her hands and picking at her nails.
Once the floor was clean enough, Seonghwa moved back over to stand in front of her, placing his hands over hers to stop her picking.
“Do you wanna talk about what’s got you so upset?”
She froze. She hadn’t thought it was that obvious. Slowly, she raised her head to meet his gaze, sighing softly. She half considered lying to him, telling him that she just needed a drink, but the thought of lying to him made her more upset than the nightmares had.
“It’s silly, really,” she responded with a shrug, “I just had a nightmare.”
Seonghwa sighed softly, leaning forward to pull the the younger girl into his arms. Juliette finally relaxed, wrapping her arms around his waist, leaning her head on his chest.
“Come and wake me up next time, okay?” He pulled back from the embrace a little, glancing down at her. After some slight hesitation, and a pointed look from Seonghwa, she nodded.
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