#acsooah

[academiakrp-blog]

SCHEDULE:  microeconomics 101, modern languages (italian), social anthropology, speech science, studies in grammar

EXTRACURRICULARS: Honor Society, Glee Club (female lead)

SUNGWOL UNIVERSITY BULLETIN, 05.09.17: New student Ahn Soo ah has officially been accepted into the Junior class! Soo ah is twenty-one years old and plans on majoring in Business Management. She has been reported to be confident, logical and charming but also insincere, competitive and manipulative. Her personality will take her far as a member of the Honor Society. Let’s welcome Sooah to the University and wish her a good year!

OOC!

Name and pronouns: andie Other muses: henry kang Time zone: pst Additional notes: :P

IC!

Muse name: ahn soo ah Birthday (or age): feb 18 1996 / 21 Faceclaim: kim yongsun/solar of mamamoo School: sungwol university Grade: third year Desired clubs: glee club - female lead, honors society member Positive traits: confident + logical + charming Negative traits: insincere - competitive - manipulative Proficiency: soo ah has always been a diligent student, maintaining high grades in almost all her subjects, even despite her extracurriculars. in an effort to challenge herself, and to assist in her music/theater skills, she is taking an italian language course this semester, and though it is proving tricky for her, she’s still keeping up fairly well in class. the only course her parents told her to take that she seems at all interested in is social anthropology, despite its minimal connection to her business management major.

BIOGRAPHY!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: mention of sexual favors / sleeping for success

Ahn Soo Ah always knew she was destined for greatness. Since the time she was young, she had been offered countless praises that told her as much. She would be a star, a success, too famous for Korea alone. It was fact, it was biblical -

It was something she would have to spend years working for.

But Soo Ah had led what had to be the most normal life in existence. Though her family was fairly well-off, her parents were frequently travelling for business, leaving Soo Ah to entertain herself with nannies instead of family, and the fancy toys they brought back to the house as some kind of attempt to make up for their absence. For a few years of her childhood, this constant negligence irked and hurt her, but she quickly became used to it. They had to do what they had to do, after all, or they would have no life to speak of, or so the staff told her.

In another mockery of good parenting, Soo Ah was given a very free reign to choose what hobbies took up the time not spent in school or studying. She tried a variety of things young girls are expected to be interested in, but nothing seemed to stick. Her increasingly bad attitude didn’t help either. It became something of a contest to see which would get Soo Ah kicked out of an activity first: her own mouth, or her lack of interest.

But then, when she was around 10 years old and beginning to show increased interest in the glitz and glam of the music industry, she asked to take voice lessons. The music teachers at school had told her she had strong potential to stand on the stage someday if she received more advanced training, so Soo Ah begged for the chance to do so. Her parents relented easily, and she was soon taking after school classes in classical/operatic singing. It wasn’t the popping, bright music that had first caught her interest, but it was a step.

To the surprise of everyone around her, Soo Ah persisted with singing like she had never done with anything else. For years, she practiced diligently, attended every class, went to any and every recital or performance she could.  But with her growing skill came a growing ego, and it was obvious to anyone that Soo Ah felt her skills lent her some kind of natural superiority, and only the bravest dared to try remaining in her circle, for fear of the sharp tongue she wielded being pointed at them. The semi-isolation was fine with Soo Ah though - it gave her time to practice without interruption, and she was used to being on her own, anyway.

Fast forward to the final days of Soo Ah’s time in high school. After much discussion with her parents ( mostly over Skype calls and the like since they hadn’t changed their ways much either ), Soo Ah was allowed to leave the comfort of life in Korea for the United States. While her home country certainly had plenty of options for music in post-secondary settings, she had set her sights on the loftier goal of pursuing music in one of the most famous of foreign lands. Soon the applications were sent, and a few months later a letter of acceptance was firmly in her grasp. Who wouldn’t want Korea’s most charming and talented vocalist in the school, after all?

After months agonizing over official documents and the matter of living quarters, Soo Ah took a plane to Los Angeles, where she would spend the next two years attending UCLA’s Thornton School of Music. With the glamour of Hollywood so close, it seemed like the ideal place to begin spreading her wings as a musician, and perhaps branch into acting. She learned quite a lot struggling through life in the concrete jungle, including basic fluency in the English language and the value of a part-time jobs.

But even the promise of a degree wasn’t enough to content her thirst for the spotlight. Soo Ah and her grades suffered in the face of it as she combed L.A. for opportunities, hoping to take her next steps towards musical stardom, and was met with less than lackluster results. Dozens of auditions for anything and everything, late nights and money thrown at recording demos, and nothing. Not a single callback or contract offer. She had even spent a less than ideal night with a guy who was supposed to be a talent scout, who had promised her he would help make sure her next audition with his company was a success. Apparently the asshole had let her down, because even they had rejected her, and when she tried to confront him, he acted as if she had never existed. Frustrated and disappointed, she left the illustrious California city behind after two years, and returned to Seoul.

She spent a few weeks getting back on her feet, and crying out her sorrows over soju and dramas, before she approached her dreams of fame with renewed vigor. Gone was the hopeful student with the gleam of probable success in her eyes; this one was vicious and determined to claw her way into the industry no matter what it might take, or who she might have to step on. Once again, she underwent auditions of nearly all kinds, for companies ranging big to small. But she struck out again and again. And her parents, whose money suffered for her lack of success, finally forced her to call it quits.

“We cannot afford to waste more time on your failures. You will go back to school so you can learn to take over the company, and that’s final. No arguments.”

So she was forced to attend her parents’ alma mater, Sungwol University, to pursue a business-related major. With her decent performance in basic subjects the previous years, she was able to skip general requirements and dive straight into the boring world of mathematics and demographics that she loathed. In order to appease her parents, she’s kept up her grades and even joined the Honors Society, but they couldn’t stop her from also joining the school’s Glee Club and winning over its female lead spot. Now, it’s the only thing keeping her sane as she tries to escape school as fast as possible, praying that her dreams of standing on the stage might still be able to become a reality.

[acjinhai-blog]

I want the k! 😘

#4: forehead kiss

everybody has off days - and jinhai isn’t an exception to them.

it’s a day when he hangs loosely around sooah, with her sharp mind and even sharper tongue. he automatically notices how she seems to just know, without him even telling her, that he’s in a bad mood and he sees the way she tones down her biting remarks and tsundere face like it’s the most natural thing in the world. he wants to tell her that it’s fine, that she can be normal around him but he can’t for some reason.

she asks him what’s wrong.

“ everything hurts. ” it’s the shortest response he’s given her in a while, and he couples it with a tight lipped smile that she can see right through and he knows she can. he can’t be bothered to put up a front anymore, not when he’s just had a bad day in general and the last thing he wants is to pretend like everything’s fine. 

he’s surprised when he feels a hand weave into his hair and he almost flinches in surprise at the unexpected sensation, but manages to catch himself just in time. almost absentmindedly, it occurs to him that sooah is ruffling his hair in a sister like way. 

maybe in another situation, he’d make fun of her. today, though, he enjoys it and leans back into the feeling of digits weaving in and out of his ruffled locks. jinhai sighs, chews on his bottom lip and turns around to face the elder.

then, he ducks down slightly to kiss sooah’s forehead, lips lingering for more than a few seconds just to test out whether she’d smack him or not. she doesn’t.

“ thank you, noona, for being here. ” he murmurs softly,  gratitude in his tone and in the way he looks at her. “ … i really mean it. ”

. accepting!

[acyena-blog]

⊗ talk to me about our partners in crime omg

         ( HEADCANONS : CLOSED! )

she hears about the list on the second week of school. a non-physical entity, this enigmatic index of chunghwa’s, but it diffuses rapidly like new blood in the veins. soon, the entire freshman student body is jarringly aware of their rank in this new, complex society ― who’s safe at the top, who crowds the bottom tier. yena’s not immune to it either, but she’s son yena, a national darling, and chunghwa knows enough not to step on her dainty, graceful toes. she’s a comfortable elite-tier gal, earning the title of one of the hottest girls at school. ahn sooah, she remembers, is one of her kind too.

ahn sooah. the name’s like a memory too fragmented to ever piece back properly, but there’s something about it that stays her gaze from its usual wandering. “i’m son yena,” yena begins, but she’s abruptly run over by the other girl’s flurry of words, the tungsten-clawed nerve. “i know who you are, please. i’m not a heathen. it’s a gala for athletes, after all, and you’re one of the only ones here that looks even remotely like a skater. or even like they know what poise is, for that matter.” sooah’s sharp as a knife and clever in the way only a self-possessed girl can be. yena likes that. she likes her.

later, they play a game and yena loses; has to get the waiter’s phone number and a bottle of wine from the kitchen. of course, she succeeds. sooah does too, just for the fun of it all ― same waiter, too.

“what do you mean, you’re here with that boy,” sooah’s tone is gritty, like breaking concrete, and yena swings around to stare at the girl behind her. “i mean, i’m here with that boy! he said he needed a date to this club, said i was the only one good enough or something like that. of course i came; it’s free alcohol ― what’s wrong?” sooah’s eyes are shut tight, her knuckles bloodless and white. “because that jerk said the same thing to me too. what did he think was going to come out of this? some weird ménage-à-trois?” yena gasps; sooah grins ― it’s crooked, wicked, foolproof sooah. “c’mon, yena, let’s show this asshole what happens when people think they can play with us.”

sooah’s got her lips pressed in a thin, wobbling line and yena’s heart goes out to her. it really does. she’s angry, really; who does this boy think he is to ever throw away a queen like ahn sooah. it was nothing, sooah says, and maybe it was ― but the vodka’s strong so the feelings are stronger and just for this moment, it’s okay for it to be a little bit more than just nothing to them. “wait here. don’t cry; you’ll ruin your mascara and you’ll look ugly,” yena says, squeezing sooah’s hands before breaking away from her, towards the boy that toyed with her friend’s ( admittedly quite black ) heart. the slap is like a blade on his face, but the words cut deeper. “i can’t believe you gave chaewon the clap and didn’t tell her, you jerk!” she doesn’t know a chaewon, doesn’t know if he has anything at all ― but just her boldness is enough to shame the boy into leaving the club soon after.

sooah doesn’t even have to thank her after; yena doesn’t need the affirmation to know that the other girl has her back.

[hyunsikac-blog]

( ✉ → sms ) y r u ignoring me????? :((((( l aso i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

[ SMS › zzzooah ] i was sleeping. have patience.[ SMS › zzzooah ] i know, i got the voicemail.[ SMS › zzzooah ] you were a bit pitchy in the second bar.