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[w2yang]

moved to @peaunie

this account's email has been giving me too much trouble for too long istg "( – ⌓ – ) text series will start coming out still today after i get the masterlists sorted out !!

[w2yang]

ㅤㅤㅤ main cast. stalker ten 𖹭 trainee reader

synopsis 📁 ╱ chittaphon is just so easy to fall in love with, especially when you're dumb enough to not notice any of his red flags.

summary. 𐙚 ( toxic — smut ) reader is pretty innocent and clueless, love bombing, he does love her but he's still super manipulative ( sexual language, one mention of pet names, stalking, pervert behaviour, rough sex, aftercare implied, legal age-gap implied)

the trainees adore him, that's what you notice first; Ten is everybody's favorite.

well, how could he not be? always greeting his juniors so nicely, remembering most of their names with no issue at all and making small talk at every chance. you fell victim to all of the same questions, the same script:

 "I heard you’re not from here, are you?" "how old are you again?" "so, how are you liking the company? planning to run away already?"

all followed by a playful grin, nothing but ease exuding from his presence, calculated to perfection.

Ten is subtle, making sure to hold eye contact with them all for at least a second, giving them the impression — perhaps feeding into the fantasy — that he cares, that they matter. you just happened to be too focused in not making a fool out of yourself to notice his stare following you that day, lingering until you were out of his sight. 

not wanting to feed into delusions, you just never paid that much attention to how he acted around you. his voice acute but gentle, pawning your shoulder whenever you’d tell him a joke, his eyes turning into little crescents and his whisker dimples on display as he laughs so prettily at your smallest attempts at being funny. he's so nice, so caring, so smart.

you just got into the company anyway, it's not you'd ever figure out how much more often he shows up at the practice rooms now in comparison to the past. offering his much looked up to critique, his help and his attention without expecting anything in return. at first, other trainees were so blinded by the possibility of being tutored by him that they didn't even notice just how much he loomed around you, how no matter how well you did; he would never praise you like he did with the others. always picking up your smallest mishaps, making sure you fix the littlest angles, correcting you down to the positioning of your toes while not demanding half of the same exigencies from any other trainees. slowly but surely, it got under your skin. he had you trained down to your core, no matter how much validation you had, it wasn’t ever enough. it wasn’t from him.

his torture on your confidence went on for weeks, you're frustrated, anyone can tell. you're working so hard! how can he not see that? there's no doubt that you'll be debuting as the main dancer in any line-up you get, receiving praises left and right, being asked to tutor trainees who are having issues, how can Ten only ever see your mistakes?

It was the last friday of the month, that's when he suggested it — just you two in the practice room every saturday until you got better, until you got perfect. being exactly as dumb as he expected, just as desperate for his praise as he wished, you said yes.

any worries you had about being awkward or looking stupid faded as quickly as your arrival. Ten was just an angel, wasn't he? it's like he knew exactly how to calm you down, conversation flowed so easily, you could swear you'd be hearing his giggles at your smallest comments in your head for days, it was so easy with him, everything was. much like he imagined, you weren't exactly the most attentive to his wandering hands whenever he'd position you into formation, too focused on your own reflection to notice his dark eyes following your every move in the mirror like a predator; waiting for the next time you'd turn your back to him so he could pounce, devour you alive. 

mind too focused on his nice words and how well your chemistry played out to notice that despise the fact he was texting you at this exact moment, asking if you got to the dorm safely, you had never given him your number. 

he’s just so reliable. Ten doesn’t have a single ounce of hesitation in his body when it comes to helping you, to taking care of you — “he’s just looking out for me. maybe he sees my potential, maybe he sees his younger self in me, whatever it may be; it’s Ten, he means no harm.” you’d try to convince your roommates. 

at first they even bought it, but it just kept happening. again and again. first, he got you a cute mini fridge for your room after you mentioned that the dorm’s fridge it’s a nightmare and the girls kept stealing your food. he knew you’d be none the wiser to notice the little camera besides the handle, too focused on the cute stickers he put on the fridge to distract you. 

he was right, he always was.  

then he offered you his phone, he was buying himself another and you had mentioned needing a new one just yesterday. you wondered if it was too much, but you needed a new phone and his was much better; there’s no way you’d have the money to buy a phone like his any time soon. so you said yes.

it’s not like you’d notice the little viruses wandering free inside your new device, it wasn’t even slow or anything, it was perfect! if you never looked for it, you’d never know that he had access to all of your conversations, your emails and passwords, that he received a notification whenever you took a picture or that he could see your location at all times… and why would you ever look for it? it’s Ten, he told he cleaned out and restarted his phone entirely before giving it to you and you believed him. Just like he knew you would.

he comes into your life like it’s nothing, invites himself into your routine like he always belonged there. messaging you consistently but not enough to overwhelm you, as if there’s a little bird who tells him when you’ve been having a hard time. offering to facetime exclusively when you look well put together, as if he knows when you’re in your pajamas and would be too embarrassed to accept his offer. as if he can see you at all times.

in your eyes, Ten could do no wrong. how could he ever? it’s Ten. even if he was to hurt somebody, he had the best intentions; you’re sure of it. 

you’re sure he meant nothing but well when he ignored you for days after you told him you wouldn’t be able to go practice with him — coincidently just a few minutes after you had accepted the invitation to a party on that same day a friend had messaged you. 

you didn’t even end up going, too anxious about Ten vanishing out of nowhere, your stomach hurting whenever you thought of the possibility that he got tired of you. after many unread messages, he finally answered; claiming he had been busy and your number got drowned between his work related contacts. you believed him. 

you’re sure he just wanted your best when just a couple of weeks after meeting a boy who seemed perfect for you, Ten rushed into the practice room later than usual, a worried look on his face. he held you in his arms as he lied about how that maggot was spreading the most disgusting rumours about you, about your conversations, about your body. he had already convinced the tutors that the little boy was a lost case and was able to get that vermin out of the company in no time. blocked and silenced his number on your contacts right before walking into the room, it’s not like you’d notice.

you listened. looking up to him like a god, you listened. listened as he taught you that guys your age weren’t worthy of your time, that you deserved better; that you deserved a man who could provide you with anything you could ever need.

he asked if you wanted him to keep holding you while you cried in his shoulder, a doll in his embrace. you said yes.

again and again.

you didn’t even let your thoughts begin to question his intentions when Ten invited you to “come hang out” in his apartment instead of practicing that saturday, didn’t question when he claimed to have gotten hurt while performing earlier and was tired. 

nothing could waver your trust in Ten, how could anything even attempt to? when he’d given you anything you ever mentioned needing, when he was there for you every single time you needed someone to be, when he had you in the palm of his hands. so carefully crafted for him, so perfectly molded into his little pet. 

you had thrown out the possibility of Ten being into you romantically months ago, all of these interactions, all of that touching, and nothing ever happened? yeah, he didn’t see you like that, there was no way.

“he’s paving the way. getting you all dependent on him so he can keep you locked once you’re together. c’mon, that’s like love bombing one-on-one.” one of your roommates tried warning. 

“he’s not like that, he sees me as a friend, his junior, that’s it” you’d reply. innocent, dumb, clueless — just they way he liked. 

“it’s Ten, he means no harm.”

and that’s what you believed. even after getting into his apartment, lights dim due to his headache, in no time you found yourself curled into his couch while he ordered dinner, talking and laughing about what the manager had told him earlier, his head falling back to the sofa while you two giggled, getting up on his feet faster than you ever could to run back and forth from his room to show you his new nintendo.

he seemed perfectly fine with that headache. you didn’t think much of it. you never did.

he seemed to like it when you didn’t think. he definitely liked the mindlessly desperate sounds you made against his mouth that night, his hands gripping your waistline hard enough to leave it red, your skin buzzing just before he gave himself the freedom to explore your upper body with his warm palms, slipping past your sweater with no problem. his teeth attacking your neck before you could react to his hold on your figure — branded your throat with mark after mark like a cow who just got sold to the slaughter.

even after your unresponsive legs fell to either side of his waist, back in pain from how hard you were subconsciously arching it from the couch, seeking to feel him deeper; you wanted more. you called him every name under the sun — sir, gege, daddy, god —  anything that could get him to not stop bruising your core with his hips. he just hurt you so good, who were you to deny him from using your body until he was satisfied while making you feel this heavenly? after all he’s done to you? 

even after you somehow found yourself in his bed with half of your face pressed into his sheets as he pushed your head down to get a better angle at pounding into sore, creamy warmth. your backside full of bruises from his rough hands holding you in place whenever he deemed necessary, not a single thought going through that empty, useless spot inside your head you dared to call a brain. 

every once in a while you had the strength to open your tear filled eyes, catching a glimpse of your bodies melting together in his mirror, you’d never looked prettier. for just a second you couldn't help but wonder what happened in that performance earlier — there were no signs of “being hurt” anywhere in Ten's body.

you couldn't help but wonder how his bathroom seemed so… ready. everything exactly where it needed to be for him to give you a quick bath after challenging your limits for god knows how many hours. how the food he had supposedly ordered as soon as you arrived, only actually called his apartment after he had laid you in the floral scent of the new sheets on his soft bed.

even after all of it, cuddled up in his arms, relishing on his gentle fingers caressing the back of your head, for nothing more than a second, you wondered.

wondered if you fell right into his trap, if this was his plan all along, if your roommates had been right. 

you closed your eyes into his warm neck, left a soft peck in his throat.

it’s Ten, he means no harm. 

he kisses your temple, a mean smile pressed to your forehead, caught.

[w2yang]

ㅤㅤㅤ main cast. stalker ten 𖹭 trainee reader

synopsis 📁 ╱ chittaphon is just so easy to fall in love with, especially when you're dumb enough to not notice any of his red flags.

summary. 𐙚 ( toxic — smut ) reader is pretty innocent and clueless, love bombing, he does love her but he's still super manipulative ( sexual language, one mention of pet names, stalking, pervert behaviour, rough sex, aftercare implied, legal age-gap implied)

the trainees adore him, that's what you notice first; Ten is everybody's favorite.

well, how could he not be? always greeting his juniors so nicely, remembering most of their names with no issue at all and making small talk at every chance. you fell victim to all of the same questions, the same script:

 "I heard you’re not from here, are you?" "how old are you again?" "so, how are you liking the company? planning to run away already?"

all followed by a playful grin, nothing but ease exuding from his presence, calculated to perfection.

Ten is subtle, making sure to hold eye contact with them all for at least a second, giving them the impression — perhaps feeding into the fantasy — that he cares, that they matter. you just happened to be too focused in not making a fool out of yourself to notice his stare following you that day, lingering until you were out of his sight. 

not wanting to feed into delusions, you just never paid that much attention to how he acted around you. his voice acute but gentle, pawning your shoulder whenever you’d tell him a joke, his eyes turning into little crescents and his whisker dimples on display as he laughs so prettily at your smallest attempts at being funny. he's so nice, so caring, so smart.

you just got into the company anyway, it's not you'd ever figure out how much more often he shows up at the practice rooms now in comparison to the past. offering his much looked up to critique, his help and his attention without expecting anything in return. at first, other trainees were so blinded by the possibility of being tutored by him that they didn't even notice just how much he loomed around you, how no matter how well you did; he would never praise you like he did with the others. always picking up your smallest mishaps, making sure you fix the littlest angles, correcting you down to the positioning of your toes while not demanding half of the same exigencies from any other trainees. slowly but surely, it got under your skin. he had you trained down to your core, no matter how much validation you had, it wasn’t ever enough. it wasn’t from him.

his torture on your confidence went on for weeks, you're frustrated, anyone can tell. you're working so hard! how can he not see that? there's no doubt that you'll be debuting as the main dancer in any line-up you get, receiving praises left and right, being asked to tutor trainees who are having issues, how can Ten only ever see your mistakes?

It was the last friday of the month, that's when he suggested it — just you two in the practice room every saturday until you got better, until you got perfect. being exactly as dumb as he expected, just as desperate for his praise as he wished, you said yes.

any worries you had about being awkward or looking stupid faded as quickly as your arrival. Ten was just an angel, wasn't he? it's like he knew exactly how to calm you down, conversation flowed so easily, you could swear you'd be hearing his giggles at your smallest comments in your head for days, it was so easy with him, everything was. much like he imagined, you weren't exactly the most attentive to his wandering hands whenever he'd position you into formation, too focused on your own reflection to notice his dark eyes following your every move in the mirror like a predator; waiting for the next time you'd turn your back to him so he could pounce, devour you alive. 

mind too focused on his nice words and how well your chemistry played out to notice that despise the fact he was texting you at this exact moment, asking if you got to the dorm safely, you had never given him your number. 

he’s just so reliable. Ten doesn’t have a single ounce of hesitation in his body when it comes to helping you, to taking care of you — “he’s just looking out for me. maybe he sees my potential, maybe he sees his younger self in me, whatever it may be; it’s Ten, he means no harm.” you’d try to convince your roommates. 

at first they even bought it, but it just kept happening. again and again. first, he got you a cute mini fridge for your room after you mentioned that the dorm’s fridge it’s a nightmare and the girls kept stealing your food. he knew you’d be none the wiser to notice the little camera besides the handle, too focused on the cute stickers he put on the fridge to distract you. 

he was right, he always was.  

then he offered you his phone, he was buying himself another and you had mentioned needing a new one just yesterday. you wondered if it was too much, but you needed a new phone and his was much better; there’s no way you’d have the money to buy a phone like his any time soon. so you said yes.

it’s not like you’d notice the little viruses wandering free inside your new device, it wasn’t even slow or anything, it was perfect! if you never looked for it, you’d never know that he had access to all of your conversations, your emails and passwords, that he received a notification whenever you took a picture or that he could see your location at all times… and why would you ever look for it? it’s Ten, he told he cleaned out and restarted his phone entirely before giving it to you and you believed him. Just like he knew you would.

he comes into your life like it’s nothing, invites himself into your routine like he always belonged there. messaging you consistently but not enough to overwhelm you, as if there’s a little bird who tells him when you’ve been having a hard time. offering to facetime exclusively when you look well put together, as if he knows when you’re in your pajamas and would be too embarrassed to accept his offer. as if he can see you at all times.

in your eyes, Ten could do no wrong. how could he ever? it’s Ten. even if he was to hurt somebody, he had the best intentions; you’re sure of it. 

you’re sure he meant nothing but well when he ignored you for days after you told him you wouldn’t be able to go practice with him — coincidently just a few minutes after you had accepted the invitation to a party on that same day a friend had messaged you. 

you didn’t even end up going, too anxious about Ten vanishing out of nowhere, your stomach hurting whenever you thought of the possibility that he got tired of you. after many unread messages, he finally answered; claiming he had been busy and your number got drowned between his work related contacts. you believed him. 

you’re sure he just wanted your best when just a couple of weeks after meeting a boy who seemed perfect for you, Ten rushed into the practice room later than usual, a worried look on his face. he held you in his arms as he lied about how that maggot was spreading the most disgusting rumours about you, about your conversations, about your body. he had already convinced the tutors that the little boy was a lost case and was able to get that vermin out of the company in no time. blocked and silenced his number on your contacts right before walking into the room, it’s not like you’d notice.

you listened. looking up to him like a god, you listened. listened as he taught you that guys your age weren’t worthy of your time, that you deserved better; that you deserved a man who could provide you with anything you could ever need.

he asked if you wanted him to keep holding you while you cried in his shoulder, a doll in his embrace. you said yes.

again and again.

you didn’t even let your thoughts begin to question his intentions when Ten invited you to “come hang out” in his apartment instead of practicing that saturday, didn’t question when he claimed to have gotten hurt while performing earlier and was tired. 

nothing could waver your trust in Ten, how could anything even attempt to? when he’d given you anything you ever mentioned needing, when he was there for you every single time you needed someone to be, when he had you in the palm of his hands. so carefully crafted for him, so perfectly molded into his little pet. 

you had thrown out the possibility of Ten being into you romantically months ago, all of these interactions, all of that touching, and nothing ever happened? yeah, he didn’t see you like that, there was no way.

“he’s paving the way. getting you all dependent on him so he can keep you locked once you’re together. c’mon, that’s like love bombing one-on-one.” one of your roommates tried warning. 

“he’s not like that, he sees me as a friend, his junior, that’s it” you’d reply. innocent, dumb, clueless — just they way he liked. 

“it’s Ten, he means no harm.”

and that’s what you believed. even after getting into his apartment, lights dim due to his headache, in no time you found yourself curled into his couch while he ordered dinner, talking and laughing about what the manager had told him earlier, his head falling back to the sofa while you two giggled, getting up on his feet faster than you ever could to run back and forth from his room to show you his new nintendo.

he seemed perfectly fine with that headache. you didn’t think much of it. you never did.

he seemed to like it when you didn’t think. he definitely liked the mindlessly desperate sounds you made against his mouth that night, his hands gripping your waistline hard enough to leave it red, your skin buzzing just before he gave himself the freedom to explore your upper body with his warm palms, slipping past your sweater with no problem. his teeth attacking your neck before you could react to his hold on your figure — branded your throat with mark after mark like a cow who just got sold to the slaughter.

even after your unresponsive legs fell to either side of his waist, back in pain from how hard you were subconsciously arching it from the couch, seeking to feel him deeper; you wanted more. you called him every name under the sun — sir, gege, daddy, god —  anything that could get him to not stop bruising your core with his hips. he just hurt you so good, who were you to deny him from using your body until he was satisfied while making you feel this heavenly? after all he’s done to you? 

even after you somehow found yourself in his bed with half of your face pressed into his sheets as he pushed your head down to get a better angle at pounding into sore, creamy warmth. your backside full of bruises from his rough hands holding you in place whenever he deemed necessary, not a single thought going through that empty, useless spot inside your head you dared to call a brain. 

every once in a while you had the strength to open your tear filled eyes, catching a glimpse of your bodies melting together in his mirror, you’d never looked prettier. for just a second you couldn't help but wonder what happened in that performance earlier — there were no signs of “being hurt” anywhere in Ten's body.

you couldn't help but wonder how his bathroom seemed so… ready. everything exactly where it needed to be for him to give you a quick bath after challenging your limits for god knows how many hours. how the food he had supposedly ordered as soon as you arrived, only actually called his apartment after he had laid you in the floral scent of the new sheets on his soft bed.

even after all of it, cuddled up in his arms, relishing on his gentle fingers caressing the back of your head, for nothing more than a second, you wondered.

wondered if you fell right into his trap, if this was his plan all along, if your roommates had been right. 

you closed your eyes into his warm neck, left a soft peck in his throat.

it’s Ten, he means no harm. 

he kisses your temple, a mean smile pressed to your forehead, caught.

[w2yang]

Hello, I was wondering if you were going to continue what was written on your masterlist on fruithoughts ? (Favourite picture of us, horny and far…)

Sorry for my bad English:))

hi sweetheart !! yea i was planning in redoing the works i've posted and continuing the ones i had planned back in fruithoughts with the addition of some other groups <3

[peachygotdat]

[ten-ge]

cr: withnurs3

[nuthong]

director yangyang on universe league

[boynextdoors]

love language this love language that, what about baby we two distant strangers i know you don't speak my language but i love the way she's talking to me

[skiiimp3]

girl this is crazayyyyyy

[w2yang]

[w2yang]

‎‎‎ㅤㅤETHYRIA Members Profile and Facts

ETHYRIA (에티 리아) is a 7-member Global girl group under L<OTUS Entertainment, consisting of Gara, Millie, Zuhi, Coyeon, Kira, Y.N, and Cassie. They debuted January 1, 2020, with their first mini album, ROMANCE IS BORING.

ETHYRIA started off as an independent group who covered multiple songs in 2016, but the group only started presenting their own music during the COVID-19 quarentine, growing rapidly to become "The Trendsetters of Fourth Gen", only a few months after oficially making their debut, the company L<OTUS Entertainment was quick to recrute them and sucessfully snatched the group who would make them a threat to the residing Big Three companies.

Group Name Meaning: Each letter of ETHYRIA is meant to represent the firt letter of each of the members mother's. It is set in the age order of the members.

ETHYRIA Official Fandom Name: LAZULI

Fandom Name Meaning: During one of the group's first Vlives, the members delve into the topic of the colors that catch their attention the most and quickly realized that the blue shade present in the semi-precious stone Lapis Lazuli was the most eye catching one.

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ETHYRIA Official Color: MAROON

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤETHRYIA Official Logo:

Latest Dorm Arrengement(the group is now separeted into three apartments, each member has their own room):

— napolitan i-scream [gara, millie, zuhi]

— totally spies [coyeon, kira, cassie]

— sunkiss apartment [y.n, her dog, her cat]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤOfficial SNS:

ㅤㅤㅤㅤWebsite: lotusent.com/ETHYRIA

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤInstagram: @ETHYRIA

ㅤㅤX: @ETHYRIA / (Japan): @ETHYRIAjp

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTikTok: @ethyria

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ YouTube: ETHYRIA

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBiliBili: ETHYRIA

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Weverse: ETHYRIA

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤWeibo: @ETHYRIA_LOTUS

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ETHYRIA Member Profiles:

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤY.N

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤStage Name: Y.N

ㅤ Position(s): Leader, main rapper, lead dancer

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBirthday: January XXth, 2004

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤZodiac Sign: Capricorn

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Chinese Zodiac Sign: Monkey

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Height: 153 cm (5'1'')

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBlood Type: A

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ MBTI Type: N/A

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNationality: Brazilian

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Representative Emoji: 🦝

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤInstagram: @petalyn

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Y.N Facts:

— She has a cat named Nuclear Bomb, he responds to Bobo too.

— It was found in a predebut tumblr blog of hers that she is openly bissexual.

— Her favorite movies are Fantastic Mr. Fox and Captain America: Winter Soldier.

— Her canine teeth are very sharp and fans often compliment her wolfy look.

— She has many nerdy interessests which led to fans and group mates referring to her as "loser" pretty consistenly.

— Knows how to play multiple instruments but her favorite one is the guitar.

— Her favorite color is red.

— She is mostly quiet in social situations, which confuses fans since she nevers stops talking while on a livestream.

— Streams video-games in the streaming plataform Twitch every once in a while.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Show more Y.N fun facts...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤGara

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤStage Name: Gara (가라)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤPosition(s): Lead rapper, dancer

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Birthday: May 11th, 2002

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤZodiac Sign: Taurus

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤChinese Zodiac Sign: Horse

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHeight: 166 cm (5'4'')

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBlood Type: O

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMBTI Type: INSP

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNationality: Korean

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤRepresentative Emoji: 🦁

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤInstagram: @garazing

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤGara Facts:

— Despise being the oldest member of Ethyria, she is the yougest in her family.

— Her role model is RM from bts.

— She audictioned to YG Entertainment when she was twelve years old but never heard back from the company.

— Members complain about her "dad habits" such as falling asleep during movies, refusing to sit to watch the tv, and many more.

— Her favorite color is baby pink.

— If she could eat any food for the rest of her life she would drink Coca&Cola, when it was pointed out to her that Coca&Cola is a drink, her answer remained the same.

— She isn't lacotse intolerant but hates milk a lot.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤShow more Gara fun facts...

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMillie

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤStage Name: Millie (밀리)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPosition(s): Main vocalist

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBirthday: September 19th, 2002

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤZodiac Sign: Virgo

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤChinese Zodiac Sign: Horse

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHeight: 1,60 cm (5'2'')

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBlood Type: A-

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMBTI Type: ENFP

ㅤㅤㅤNationality: Vietnamese/Colombian

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤRepresentative Emoji: 🐹

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤInstagram: @mililililie

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Millie Facts:

— Her mother once paid her 7$ to stop talking.

— She has a The Sims 4 adiction.

— When the members lived all together, she would go to Y.N's room every once in a while to fight her for no reason because she thought that she needed more human interaction.

— When asked she answered that her role model is Mother Gothel from Rapunzel, she did not elaborate any more.

— Her favorite place is Zuhi's bed.

— Often described by her members as a "Super Extrovert".

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤZuhi

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤStage Name: Zuhi (주히)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPosition(s): Lead vocalist

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBirthday: September 23rd, 2002

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤZodiac Sign: Libra

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤChinese Zodiac Sign: Horse

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHeight: 1,62 cm (5'3'')

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBlood Type: O-

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ MBTI Type: ESFJ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNationality: Chinese

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤRepresentative Emoji: 🐢

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤInstagram: @zuhiptaly

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Zuhi Facts:

— She was raised by her grandparents in the country side and hated it.

— Her ideal future is being alone in a massive apartment in the city.

— Doesn't know how to cook.

— She says that her favorite hobbie is watching horror movies but her members claim that she's lying and can't handle scary movies well.

— Her favorite animals are cats.

— Zuhi isn't afraid of heights.

— Her favorite season is fall.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCoyeon

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤStage Name: Coyeon (코연)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPosition(s): Rapper

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBirthday: October 3rd, 2003

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤZodiac Sign: Libra

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Chinese Zodiac Sign: Goat

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHeight: 1,67 (5'4'')

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Blood Type: B+

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMBTI Type: ENFJ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNationality: Korean/Canadian

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤRepresentative Emoji: 🐿

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤInstagram: @idcoyeon

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Coyeon Facts:

— Gets lost everytime she visits her grandparents in Busan.

— She loves playing sports and was the head of the sports department at her school.

— She doesn't like ice cream because her teeth are very sensitive.

— Her favorite color is Powder Blue.

— Claims to have beautiful calliografy but all of the members seem to disagree.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤKira

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤStage Name: Kira (키 라)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPosition(s): Lead rapper

ㅤㅤㅤㅤBirthday: November 29th, 2003

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤZodiac Sign: Sagittarius

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤChinese Zodiac Sign: Goat

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤHeight: 159 cm (5'2'')

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBlood Type: A-

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMBTI Type: INFJ

ㅤㅤㅤㅤNationality: Japanese/American

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤRepresentative Emoji: 🐱

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤInstagram: @kiraraw

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤKira Facts:

— When asked, she aswered that her favorite passtime is bothering her members.

— Gave most of the nicknames of the group's duos.

— Is known to give ratings to Lazuli's memes and can be quite brutal.

— She doesn't care about super hero movies but fakes caring so she can argue with Y.N about them.

— Her favorite color is orange because she loves sunsets.

— Claims to have never read a book.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCassie

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤStage Name: Cassie (캐시)

ㅤㅤㅤPosition(s): Main dancer, vocalist

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBirthday: March 3rd, 2004

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤZodiac Sign: Pisces

ㅤㅤㅤㅤChinese Zodiac Sign: Monkey

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHeight: 164 cm (5'3'')

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBlood Type: O+

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤMBTI Type: INFP

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNationality: Thai

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤRepresentative Emoji: 🦥

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤInstagram: @cassiopeia

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ Cassie Facts:

— She has said that her parents are jealous of her relationship with her members.

— Her favorite color is black.

— Complains about asking to Y.N to teach her how to play instruments, which she agrees to but then never does it.

— She is the third tallest member and is very proud of it.

— She seems to be close with Kep1er's Bahiyyih.

— If she could eat only one food for the rest of her life it would be Y.N's carrot cake.

— Has a puppy named after BTS's Jimin.

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