“–no, no, no, just– just trust me on this.” stella’s hands were waving in front of her, stopping the other in her tracks as she paused to organize the sketches she had laid out on the table in front of her and place them together as a more cohesive unit. the young girl had spent days throwing herself into another design assignment by her boss, and after discarding probably half a notebook’s worth of paper onto the floor of her bedroom, she was convinced that she had created the most inventive design in her entire career. “i know they look a little ridiculous as individual pieces, but when you put the three together? it’s magic. i think it could be a really good look, and now that i think about it, this would be perfect for you.” she beamed as she held up three fabric swatches, all in similar styles and color concept but just different enough to cause her to overthink it. “okay, now which one do you like the most?”
youra looked down at the sketches in front of her , the metal straw of her iced matcha latte placed between her lips . in reality , the girl knew nothing of fashion aside from what was available for purchase in stores , so when she sees someone talking about fabric , she has no idea what she’s meant to say in this current moment . ‘ um . . . do you want me to be honest ? ’ she asks the question carefully , biting her lip as she looks up at the woman before her . ‘ i only ask because like . . . i could give you my opinion , but then you’d end up hating me for said opinion and i like to keep it truthful . ’ youra takes the fabric pieces and moves them in closer to her for a better look . ‘ this one is ugly , ’ youra speaks honestly and slides it away from her . ‘ i feel like it’d wash me out and i don’t like being washed out . these other two are great , though . i never thought i’d actually like purple . ’
𝐆𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐏 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐈𝐃𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍'𝐓 a novelty in his life; it comes with who you are, his grandmother once had said. sometimes he hated how invasive they were (especially when he was a sixteen-year-old boy mourning his mother), others he loved to use them to piss his father off, but mostly he didn’t care what they had to say. he turns the phone back to him, head shaking once more at the picture. ❛ i know, right? ❜ they both know she only says it for his benefit, but that’s enough. ❛ i guess everyone has to eat, ❜ he shrugs. ❛ besides, i can’t really blame them. if it wasn’t my life i’d be obsessed with it too, ❜ he adds with a boyish grin. playfulness and cockiness melting into one like he so well does. ❛ what’s so interesting in your phone anyway? i’m feeling neglected here, ❜ he complains dramatically.
the last time youra had been featured on a gossip blog , it had been at the time of her accident , and she was thankful that her parents were able to shut down the story before it spread too much . it was exhausting , really , having to watch her every move and make sure no one overheard her when she was out and about . ‘ come on , baz . the way they act like we’re their only source of entertainment is weird . just the other day i saw some exposing youra instagram account that was so stupid . according to them , i’m screwing one of my professors . ’ if youra decided she wanted to sleep with an older person , it definitely wouldn’t be with someone who had more grey hair than her own dad . she sticks her tongue out towards him . ‘ vacation places , as always . i’m getting the itch that if i’m in new york any longer , then i’m going to lose my mind . ’ she passes over her phone with ease . ‘ take me to turks and caicos , please . ’
𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍'𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 woman, but that wasn’t that surprising, the island could be remarkably big sometimes. her comment does catch his attention, eyebrow rising slightly and the contours of amusement taking over. ❛ i was thinking more along the lines of a drink for me, but sure, i can get you your sweet potato fries. ❜ waiting with some company, even that of strangers is always preferred. the bartender stands before him without the man ever having to call him. ❛ gin and tonic and a portion of sweet potato fries for the lady. ❜ he expects the other to know that nothing but top-shelf should be served to him. ❛ you’re playing the waiting game too. a friend? a date? ❜ though he doesn’t think the female quite fits the usual demographic there.
the place she was in could only be classified as weird . if it were up to her , youra would have chosen somewhere a little livelier — somewhere where the people didn’t look like they only wanted to talk about their hedge fund or whatever boring story she doesn’t want to hear . ‘ aw , you’re so sweet . ’ what’s the saying she’d always hear her dad say ? never spend your own money to stay rich ? or , something like that . so no , she would not spend her own money on a simple six dollar plate of sweet potato fries . youra leans a bit onto the bar as the bartender takes the order , and gives a soft smile as a thank you . her head shakes , lithe fingers tucking dark locks behind her ear . ‘ neither — my dad , actually . ki siwoo , if you hadn’t heard . ’
someone once said that it takes a lifetime to discover new york city. and honestly - they were right. despite living here for four years already, there was still so much valentina wanted to see. walking up the met steps to the museum wasn’t one of those things - the brunette had been here more than once before. but she wasn’t gonna lie, she loved it. black coffee spilled all over her white blouse as she suddenly collided with another person, the content of the cup splashing around, the collision almost making her lose her balance in those shoes, hands ready to take the fall. “i’m fine, i’m fine,” the young woman let out, after making sure she was standing steady on both feet, her brown orbs catching the spilled content of the other woman’s purse on the steps. picking up the stuff close to her, she handed it to her. “here you go,” her eyes looked up to her, checking out who she was dealing with. the face was familiar yet she couldn’t put a name to it. “are you okay ? sorry if i spilled any of my coffee on you,” valentina said with an apologetic shrug. “speaking of, you now owe me one cup if we should ever run into each other again. not literally, of course,” she joked.
even though new york has been youra’s home for the last sixteen years , she is fully aware that not everyone she bumps into is going to be a friend . there have been plenty of times ( far too many to count ) where she found herself screaming with someone on the sidewalk about who bumped into who . luckily , johnny has saved her on numerous occasions , but she’s happy that this time around it’s valentina and not a complete stranger . ‘ are you sure ? ’ she asked while immediately shooting out a hand to help valentina steady herself . youra nearly forgets about her things that have spilled on the museum’s steps . ‘ yah ! don’t step on that ! ’ youra shouts at a couple walking up the stairs , moving her hand in a slight shooing motion before her chanel compact mirror is crushed . ‘ yeah , i’m okay and thank you . ’ she accepts the items that valentina picked up . ‘ no , no coffee i’m fine . ’ her face scrunches though , when valentina mentions owing her a coffee . ‘ if by owing you a cup you mean me coming in to buy a cup for myself then you have a deal . ’
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒, a part of his life for as long as he could walk, and he takes them as he usually does — as if they’re his. that particular afternoon, he isn’t there to see the large collection that the museum holds, his destination is a person. a person that just happens to collide with him before he even reaches the last step. it’s his voice that he recognizes first, and that puts a cheeky grin on his face. ❛ so what? am i invisible now? ❜ he questions with a poorly done impression of indignation. baz leans down, picking up the objects that ended up closer to him. ❛ i guess i could forgive you if you let me kidnap you for the rest of the day. ❜
upon seeing that it’s baz’s shoulder she clipped , youra’s features soften further . bumping into one another on the steps of the met was a common reoccurrence for the duo , from the time they were younger to even now , as youra holds a badge with her name and picture on it . her shoulders shrug a bit as she crouches down to finally pick up the remaining contents of her purse , slightly cursing herself for carrying such a small bag . ‘ it’s kinda hard to ignore a walking giant coming towards you , ’ youra chuckles softly as she stands to full height , and thanks him for the items he picked up . her eyes squint slightly as she looks up at him . for once , the stairs close the several inches in their height difference . ‘ hmm , that depends on where you’re trying to take me . if it rhymes with gumbo i’m not going . ’
❛ 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐑𝐄 talking about, ❜ he muses with knitted brows. ❛ i don’t even look that drunk in these. ❜ he has some gossip blog on his phone, his own face staring back at him and a headline about lvmh heir's crazy night out. really? that was the best they could do? ❛ do you think anyone drunk could look this good ? ❜ he questions the person, turning the screen to them. spoiler alert: he was drunk. not the drunkest he had ever been — there was a year in his life that was still unmatched —, but he certainly wouldn’t have passed a sobriety test that night. still, he looked great. ❛ if they were going to use my name for clicks, the least they could do was make it a little more interesting. ❜
youra never understood the need for gossip sites . to her , they were nothing more than a bitter soul who needed to make other’s lives miserable , and she didn’t understand how such stalking was seen as okay at their expense . ‘ you and i both know they’re stupid , baz . ’ her shoulder shrugs nonchalantly , looking up from her own phone after double tapping a picture on instagram . she looks at his phone then , and while . . . sure she could agree with the headline , she wasn’t going to admit that . ‘ crazy schmazy , ’ youra hums out . the girl didn’t get it , really , the way that people would eat up this kind of content as if it were real journalism — is this what they went into debt for ? ‘ they have nothing else better to do but be obsessed with is . their own lives are sad and boring so this is what they do to make it interesting . ’
𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 more often than not was used to describe him , and rightly so, but even the worst of the workaholics has their days off . his arrival doesn’t go unnoticed , confidence and magnetism so easily and naturally demanding the attention of those around him . it has always been like this . dark eyes search the area , failing to find who he’s looking for and at the same moment , his phone comes alive with a text explaining his friend is late . ❛ you can never trust wall street people , ❜ he muses to himself taking a vacant seat at the bar. ❛ might as well get started . ❜ he’s turning to the person next to him, a charming smile molding his face .
youra had never been to this lunch spot before , but it was some place her dad mentioned when he said he wanted to catch up with her . she wasn’t ignoring her dad per say , but she hated the financial district — the amount of people walking around in the same color made her itchy . even now , as she makes herself comfortable at the bar while waiting for her dad , youra feels so oddly out of place in a bright pink dress that stood out like a sore thumb amongst blacks and blues . ‘ with what ? ’ youra toys with the straw of her ice water . ‘ buying me a plate of sweet potato fries while i wait ? ’
working at the museum was either a good time or utterly boring , and this time , youra was feeling the latter . the funniest thing about it was the fact that she didn’t even need this internship , but it was better than sitting around her apartment all day doing nothing more than spending money she didn’t need to be . far too expensive heels click on the steps of the met as she checks her phone , a little frustrated that her driver was nowhere to be found ( traffic was horrible so could she really be upset with johnny ? ) her shoulder rams into another , and her purse’s contents spill once the purse hits the steps . ‘ oh shit , ’ youra mumbles . ‘ i’m sorry — i didn’t mean to . . . i was not paying attention . ’
hi everyone ! i’m kofi , the odd age of 24 , from the est timezone , and prefer either she / her or they / them pronouns ! i’m super excited that i came across this group , as i’ve been itching to play a rich muse for a while and also to play yu jimin ( or karina ! ) once again . i’m so ridiculously attached to youra that this intro may end up getting pretty long , but i promise all the info is necessary . that being said , i won’t keep this part long , and i can’t wait to plot with everyone !
* ( cis woman & she / her ) i thought i saw YU JIMIN walking down 5th avenue , but it was just YOURA KI . you know , the TWENTY ONE year old STUDENT & HEIRESS . they seemed to be feeling IRRITATED about the book announcement , it might be because they ARE expected to be in it . i’ve heard they are WINSOME and can also be QUERULOUS , but the best way to describe them is CRYSTALLINE TEARS STAINING SOFT SATIN , THE INESCAPABLE FEELING OF FAILURE , MELODIOUS LAUGHTER ECHOING IN SILENT PASSAGEWAYS , AND BITTERNESS DRIPPING FROM HER TONGUE LIKE HONEY .
content warnings : depression , car accident , and injury .
tidbits.
name : youra ki ( ki youra ) . nickname(s) : ra - ra . age + date of birth : 21 + may 26th , 2000 . zodiac : gemini . moral alignment : chaotic neutral . place of birth : pyeongchang - dong , south korea . place of residence : hell’s kitchen , new york . occupation : student and heiress . nationality : korean . ethnicity : korean . height : 5′5″ . language(s) spoken : korean , english , conversational japanese , and elementary french .
details.
from the moment ki ye - eun and ki si - woo discover they’re pregnant ( following what was supposed to be a regular doctor’s appointment ) , the tiny being growing inside of ye - eun was lavished with love and everything that money could buy . with si - woo hailing from the ki family of kg group , known for their success in the entertainment community while ye - eun hails from the park family of pkr group , responsible for south korea’s largest banks . it was only fate that the two crossed paths , and oh how the media loved as their relationship progressed . it was only a matter of time before the couple decided to get married . it was an over - the - top , multi - million dollar wedding that was covered by various media outlets .
it was five years following their wedding that the couple discovered they were pregnant , and were happy to have a baby of their own . deciding to keep the sex of their baby a secret , and it’s when the sweet baby is pressed into ye - eun’s arms that they decide to name her youra . for the first five years of her life , youra lives in a penthouse in the sky with her parents , constantly showered with love and everything she so desired . suddenly , though , when new opportunities arose the family moved to their new home in new york city , specifically , a multi - million dollar townhouse in the upper east side . youra begins school at one of the best schools money could afford , and her parents easily find her some activities to take part in .
for about a month , her parents try out a handful of activities for their daughter ranging from gymnastics to even a painting class , but nothing sticks . it’s not until they enroll her for ballet that youra finally finds something she’s not crying about on the drive back home . ballet truly sticks to their daughter , so it’s no surprise that as she gets older , she becomes serious with her discipline . when she’s ten years old , youra makes her stage debut when she’s cast as clara in the nutcracker . from then on , youra’s star continues to shine brighter and brighter , and her list of leading roles grows longer and longer . she does well academically , despite her busy life as a ballerina , and if you were to take a peek into her bedroom , you’d see that youra had her set on one thing and one thing only : the juilliard school .
attending such a prestigious school was the only thing youra ever wanted in her life , so it’s no surprise that during her senior year it’s the only thing she can think about . after her studies are complete , youra trains for hours on end , often not returning to the family home until late at night . the only event capable of tearing youra away from her pointe shoes and the studio is prom night . it was the one event youra wanted to attend , a last hoorah with her friends before they all went off to chase their own dreams . it’s all fun for the friends , car filled with giggles and singing along to whatever pop song was playing on the radio until it all came crashing down . [ CAR ACCIDENT AND INJURY CW ] all it takes is for a drunken driver to ruin their night , and the last thing youra sees is pair of blinding headlights . when she wakes up , it’s in the hospital with a cast on her right leg . her fears are confirmed when she’s told how bad the damage is , and no amount of tears or begging her parents to get a second opinion to save her from the dread that suddenly takes over . [ END CW ]
[ DEPRESSION CW ] for a full year youra secludes herself . with each day that passes , youra becomes angry and bitter towards her fate , often ignoring her physical therapy sessions and crumbling when she puts on her pointe shoes and is unable to do as she once was . for that year , youra struggles with the loss of the love she once for ballet , walls suddenly stripped bare of the posters that once lined them and moving the vast array of costumes out of her closet . [ END CW ] it takes a long time for youra to feel better , and for some of that anger to dissipate , although it still lingers . eventually , youra gets accepted to new york university , where she’s currently in her second year of study . now , youra is in her third year of study , majoring in art and art history . on top of that , she’s working as an intern at the met .
summarized.
youra could be classified as being ‘ bitchy ’ , but in reality , she’s still angry and bitter about the loss of her dream career . she’s been told by numerous professionals that she could never practice ballet again , but she has a tendency of pushing herself to do movements she once could do with ease , and that doesn’t always end well for her .
since the loss of her career , youra finds comfort in the material things . more often than not , she simply buys things to have them , not out of necessity . her purchases remain in their boxes and bags shoved in a corner somewhere , and they only get put away when her housekeeper comes by during the week . it wouldn’t be surprising if mostly everything in her closet still has tags on them .
has a habit of touching her hair , even when there’s nothing wrong with it . she chops it up to needing something to do with her hands , but it’s more of a nervous tick .
currently lives in a too big three - bedroom apartment in hell’s kitchen sans roommate . outside of the main bedroom , one of the rooms has been turned into a larger - than - life closet while the smaller of the two is her office . she doesn’t really know why she has an office when most of her work gets done on the floor at the coffee table .
extremely self conscious about the scar on her leg . the one benefit of having $$ is that doctor’s were able to ensure it healed well and there wasn’t too much scarring , but it’s still there and it’s so ugly ( at least to her ) .
since finishing physical therapy , youra keeps herself busy with a regular workout routine , which is mostly yoga and pilates . it’s not a surprise if you catch her at a fancy café picking up a weird looking green juice or sporting her gymshark / athleta gym wear .
