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- Kyeong.

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ivy’s comeback trailer.

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@ivyous • via Instagram 2 min ago

day 1 끝! 내일봐 y’all #MKUniverse

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IVY & ALICE of SPADES - 우리 사랑했잖아 (WE WERE IN LOVE)

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     Ivy could not keep still - she was pacing up and down the halls, paper in hand as mumbled recitations overflowed from her lips. This just didn’t feel right. She had written the song, having assistance from about almost every songwriter in the building and beyond - even having several staff and idols themselves review the song. How long could she spend caught in her worries of the track was a question beckoned by others; the songwriter was more often than not proud of her work, but this was different. It was a love song, it was a heartbreak song, it was a song asking her to put her walls down and convey sheer, pure emotion. Her capability to do so had thrown her for a loop, a source of deadly anxiety that had kept her fidgeting. Despite the reassurances of many, the idol couldn’t help but wallow in her fears. The song would make it’s debut during the concert - a feature Ivy herself wasn’t certain she could pull off. She wasn’t used to this - this feeling of uncertainty and vulnerability that weighed heavy against her chest. “We Were in Love,” just hearing the title of the track sent bolts throughout herself - impulses of panic reverberating in her veins. Her feet started to walk for her, almost charging into the dressing room of another group: Spades - her mind unconscious until her hand met abruptly with the shoulder of the main vocalist. She took a deep breath, gaze not faltering once as she exhaled, “I can’t do this. I really fucking can’t, I’m losing my goddamn mind.”

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     There was a sudden pause in her movements, melting back into her chair as the songwriter pondered the thought. She took in a deep breath, fingers tapping against the sound board before she turned to lock gazes with the other, “I wouldn’t say depressing. Or maybe it is when these tone-deaf trainees or some ungrateful, egotistical kids sing your song without feelin’. Some people don’t do your work justice, that’s what get me goin’ - but, when you see some of them beltin’ their hearts out and just beautifully conveying what you wanted to - that’s art. Kinda like a drama writer seein’ their work come to live on TV.”

                          “so, do you think it’s depressing to have other people sing the songs you wrote?” she asks loudly, even though she is partially talking to herself. “i mean, i don’t know…” 

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     Ivy was not the type to succumb to her nerves, no - but she was a perfectionist. Every last detail had to be meticulously groomed - from head to toe - from microphone to back-up dancer. If she had been nit-picky before, today was a new level of intricate, careful inspection. It was the family concert, and the last thing she wanted to be was stressed out or mulling over a last minute issue when she was supposed to be saturating happily in screaming and shouting of an anticipating crowd. The rapper had made it her business to know the concert from start to finish, every sequin and every thread of fabric had been scanned through by her careful eyes - making sure not one bead could be missplaced. Rehearsals were smooth, the sound check had ran easily and all equipment was functioning at max output. With a line-up boasting of idols of a high-caliber, the MK Universe Concert could be nothing short of perfect, a night that would make attendees boast of exhilaration and amazement and set an example that other companies would kill to reach. She was ready, she was born ready. The stage was home to Ivy and the soaring volume of the crowd that could be heard all the way from the dressing room only fueled her adrenaline. The idol exuded confidence - she was radiant; she was happy. Taking a peek out of the hall, Ivy joined a buzzing crowd of performers and staff - it was hectic but excitement and anticipation were bouncing from wall to wall. A smile blossomed across her red lips, voice animated at the other, “It’s almost show time - are you excited?”

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     It was a reality to her,

     it was the world she claimed as her own.

     A life that most could only achieved in a sweet mirage of their dreaming minds. There was no argument, she was happy, she was blessed: there was no room in her world for complaints, for meaningless utterances that furthered nor solved anything. Single-handedly, she ensnared galaxies within her palms; trapping worlds incomprehensible to the ignorant and conquering lands that the weak dare not tread - her choice of weapon: the tip of her tongue - sharper than any blade that had been existence. Her words cut, her words tore, her words were a magnitude that shook the world. There was more to her than a pretty face, she was beyond a husky voice that rippled meaningless parades of affection and infatuation in it’s pool. It was a prowess she possessed at her disposal; it was a rare bluntness that commanded respect. She was so much more. So much more than the violent whispers that breathed so harshly against her skin - much more than the fangs of the snakes who believed they could inject her with the venom to wear her down: to end her.

     She was not the moon, she was not phased. Rather she was the sun, the brightest star in the sky as far as could be perceived. Not for years and millions more to come - those who sought to extinguish her fire could not. She burned; she burns. There was nothing, there was nobody who could contain her: a wildfire that had no limits or boundaries. But there was beauty in her terror, a gorgeous fear that brought a thrill, a fascination - a plea for more. She spoke on the behalf of the silenced, a penetrating roar that demanded the attention of the pride and beyond. She was the alpha, she was the lioness.

    & she could not be put down.

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IVY (아이비) - My Number

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Photos: Ivy for CLRIDE.n photoshoot 

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[ text : ivy ] Remember this?

[ text : ivy ] What a nice sweater 

[ text : ivy ] I know I looked gross since I had a sky ferreira phase

[ text : ivy ] 

 but you looked A+

[ ✉ : youngdo ] FUCK that was when i looked like the long-lost member of the cullen family 

[ ✉ : youngdo ] true though, still on point as fuck with those horrendous roots

[ ✉ : youngdo ] to be honest i don’t want to think about you any time but especially not this phase rip

[ ✉ : youngdo ] wAIT WHY DO YOU HAVE THIS PIC DELETE THIS EVIDENCE OF US BEING ASSOCIATED I DON’T WANT THE WORLD KNOWING IM FRIENDS WITH A BITCH ASS NERD

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jupiterrps:

☺: for a happy voicemail

♥ : for a loving voicemail

♚ : for a confessing voicemail

☆ : for a drunken voicemail

✾: for a congratulatory voicemail

☽: for the final voicemail ever received (think death, etc)

ϟ: for a break up voicemail

♦: for an apologetic voicemail

♣: for a sad voicemail

☎: for a voicemail not meant for you

☃: for a holiday-centric voicemail

✉: for a ‘BIG NEWS!’ voicemail

♫: for a vague voicemail

Send me a symbol to recieve the following from my muse

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softer, lovelier, familiar . . .

     She was told not to let it get the better of herself. Distance was meaningless, and was not a measure of anything that could truly impede undying, unconditional support and affection. She was strong, she was independent, she could weather any storm that attempted to wreak havoc upon her. It was true, she had been able to withstand everything and anything life had launched in her path, but it was all so tiring, all so boring, all so lonely.

     They were out of reach, out of grasp, away from the comfort zone of her proximity. Who would have thought such a thing could phase her so harshly? There were video messages, texts, pictures, she had sent so much - timezones were such damned things. Her pride had left her inept to express her emotions, opting to leave vague messages that barely skimmed the surface of her true emotions.

     Her heart was filled with longing - and she so desperately wanted to dispel those sorts of things away from her. It all had just left her feeling unfulfilled, empty . . .

     It wasn't like her, it wasn't in her nature to be emotional - let alone let them reduce her into a fragile, lifeless shell. This had become a recurrence to her: the nights where she had somehow been able to make it home, she became a victim of her thoughts - surrendering to her emotions. What was the point of this moment of weakness? She had spent most of her free time these days locked away in her bedroom, knees tucked to her chest in some sort of fetal position.

     We'll see you soon.      How soon is that?

     As an only child, she had countless moments of solitude - this was different to her. There was an ocean now between those who she held closest, too much distance . . . She felt childish. She was supposed to be the strong one, the one least susceptible to this sort of thing as far as the universe expanded.

     It had taken everything in her to bring herself up, tired hands fumbling for her phone. There wasn't a second that passed until she had found the number she wanted - #1 on speed dial.

     The number you have dialed is currently unavai . . .

     She had expected it. It was what time back home anyways? Some sort of ungodly hour when the unholiest tread. Most were deep in slumber, she wish she was too.

     Please leave a message after the beep.

     There was a sudden hitch in her voice, a feigned smile bringing character in the rise and falls of her breath, "Hey, mom. I know it's really late . . . or early to be calling. But! I'm going to be a lil’ busy in the studio later. I wanted to tell you that I'm workin’ on a new song, and maybe when you're free you can tell me and we can Skype. Your most beloved child will proudly show you what she's got. How's Dad too? Has he been takin’ all his medication? Have you guys been well? When you get the chance . . . call me back, okay? I miss you guys, a lot. Oh, I'll bust outta the studio to pick up your call if I have to. This message is getting too long, I think I gotta shut up now, mh? I miss you. I miss Dad. I love you guys, and I'm gonna continue to try my hardest to to make you guys proud."

     Her smile faded as soon as she clicked end. Pausing for so long before she once again fell back to her bed, entangling herself within white sheets and pillows. She needed to be alone, she didn't want to show weakness . . . she was so much, much more stronger than this. So much more.

     But she couldn't help herself.

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❝ there are people who would not like me no matter what i do. i used to be hurt by that before, but i started thinking differently. there’s nothing i can do except to do my best. ❞ ( 강일이야, "IVY." )

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✉ : beloved cousin.

SeulBi: one size too big

SeulBi: noooooo they weren't

Ivy: BUT THEY WEREEEEE

Ivy: I'm not that aggressive jfc

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     It was an amusement to Ivy at how him, of all people, would be the one that had the courage to fire back at her. Not surprisingly, she wasn’t used to anyone responding back to her sharp tongue - but here he was, Cha Youngdo - a rookie intern - cutting back at her. There was a strong tone of disbelief in her voice, eyes widening with a hand of her chest, “Me? Saved by you? You’re getting a little ahead of yourself and makin’ a squire sound like a fuckin’ knight. Besides, these bags are designer - and I look great all day, err’ day.” An amused chuckle graced the air - followed by a silence that not even Ivy would dare cut through with some sort of pointless, vivacious commentary on god-knows-what. She could have made some sort of remark about the staring contest, but Ivy refrained - something held her back. Her eyes flitted in attention to the call of Youngdo’s superior, suddenly realizing that there was work to be done, schedules to attend. Ivy scoffed at his invitation, taking a sip of the coffee before using the cup to hide her face and avoid his gaze, “Who said I would eat lunch with you, and where would you get the idea I would even want to?”

He was looking straight into her eyes at that time, and right in the center of it, there was a tiny but brilliant flash of light, and the pupil contracted into a minute black pinpoint of appreciation. It was not difficult to observe and remember each movement and gesture of the other. He had turned around, back-facing the wooden table before resting his lower body part against the edge as support, somehow fairly amused at how incredibly cheeky she was even though he knew she had to be, somehow impressed at how good he was for remembering her favorite drink. Once he crossed his long arms over his broad chest, there was a brief pause and quirk of single brow as he looked at her once more. “Shit-faced hm? He teased, yet the tone remained flat. “Well this shit-faced guy just saved your life. Besides, I know you were working here all night long. You look dead, queen.” The room became quiet the moment both of them simply stared at each other between constant intervals. Then almost at once the voice of one of his superiors came out of the doorway, his head craned forward, lifting one arm while the older guy asked him to check on the drafts he left for him to read. “I’ll get to it later, Sunbae. Still memorizing this list!” A short chuckle from the middle-aged man was heard before he put back his attention on her. “Drink your coffee. I’ll let you know when I’m done so we can go grab lunch together.”