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BLITZ ENTERTAINMENT'S ACTRESS AND PRODUCER

colorful nails tapping and head bobbing to interwoven beats, all-seeing eyes piercing through camera lenses, the moon behind the sun

min "jjaelly" jada 믽앋아 ("쨀뤼") — 20 — famous actress and blitz' producer

JADA moves in quiet spaces, the kind of presence that lingers like the last note of a song, delicate but impossible to ignore. she is the moon in a sky too full of suns, a silver light slipping through the cracks, illuminating everything and nothing at all. her name carries weight, whispered in boardrooms and on neon-lit sets, but she does not demand the stage—she lets it come to her, slow and inevitable, like the tide drawn to shore. producer, actress, chameleon. the girl who wears a hundred faces but never quite reveals her own.

she was never meant to be here, they once said. too young, too naive, too different. but they don’t know what it takes to survive in an industry that swallows girls whole. they don’t know the hours spent hunched over mixing boards, chasing perfection in the static, the sleepless nights rewriting a melody until it bleeds. they don’t know the fire that burns beneath the surface, the quiet rage of a girl who refuses to be a footnote in someone else’s story.

jjaelly, they call her, the producer with a touch like magic, who turns sound into something more, something alive.

she does not fight for attention, does not crave the spotlight the way gabi does, burning bright and untamed. she watches instead, eyes deep and knowing, seeing the world in ways no one else does. shy in the way that makes people mistake her for fragile, polite in the way that lets her slip through the cracks unnoticed. but there is steel beneath the softness, a sharp wit hidden in quiet smiles, a mind that never stops, never rests. the world is too loud, too fast, and yet she moves through it like she has already seen its ending.

bleach-blonde and beautiful in a way that feels untouchable, hair chopped close in rebellion or maybe just reinvention / a moth in silk, all transformative lines and soft edges, a mystery waiting to be unravelled by the right people / her heart beats in film reels and drum patterns, in the silence between notes, in the unspoken words caught behind her teeth / jada, who disappears into every role, who becomes whoever the script tells her to be, yet somehow remains undeniably herself

she is not the storm, she is the stillness before it, the quiet hum of the city at dawn, the last breath before the curtain rises / and when the lights go out, when the music fades, she remains—steady, constant, waiting for the next scene to begin

AGE: 20 HEIGHT: 5'5 BIRTHDAY: 10th december, 1994 ZODIAC: sagittarius APPEARANCE: slim, fine-boned, long-legged, willowy shape, short bleach-blonde hair, large round almond-color eyes, straight nose, full lips, full cheeks, heart-shaped face, sharp jaw and chin POS TRAITS: intelligent, hard-working, sincere, honest, kind NEG TRAITS: quiet, prone to melancholy, reserved, outside from the world INSTAGRAM: @/jjaelly SIGNIFICANT OTHER: n/a MISC — min taehoon's niece, joined blitz when she was 15 (after she'd been acting two years) because her original management company was trying to persuade her into signing a contract that'd give them more control over her image and she did not like that — became a producer under blitz in 2010 when she was only 15 and helped make some mock-ups for KIZZY's debut album! she met eunbi that year. some months later, nakyoung and yeonseo joined, plus a few other female trainees that later left, and jada started realizing that she couldn't go around getting too attached until they debuted. but then gabi appeared and it was instant friendship—two best friends, found sisters, against the world — loves the colors purple and blue, absolutely adores cats and "obscure" animals like lizards and bearded dragons. her aesthetic is a mix of femine, basic, and whimsy—skirts, soft browns and beiges, yet uniquely painted nails and brightly-colored accessories. she loves butterflies but finds herself most similar to moths.

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BLITZ ENTERTAINMENT

the greed of men who know better

blitz entertainment was a ghost town before kizzy. a company on the edge of collapse, its bones brittle, its heart barely beating. the lights flickered more often than they stayed on, the heat barely worked in winter, and the air conditioning sputtered its last breath in the thick of july. they had no studios, only makeshift spaces—an old office lined with soundproof pads, a training room that doubled as a break room, a ceo who swore he had a vision but was always on the verge of selling what little they had left.

kizzy was their last chance. their final gamble. they scraped together every last won, called in every favor, begged, borrowed, and nearly stole just to get them on stage. a live award show, the world watching, the kind of debut that only titans were granted. but kizzy wasn’t a titan yet. they were four young girls in too-tight shoes, breathing in too-thick air, holding their fate in trembling hands. and then—the performance. flawless. electric. a spark striking dry kindling, setting everything ablaze. the calls came in before they even stepped off stage. sponsorships, endorsements, brand deals. a tidal wave of opportunity crashing into them, dragging blitz entertainment out of the abyss and into the sun.

money, power, recognition. kizzy was the golden goose, the miracle that turned dust into gold. the company swelled overnight. a gleaming new building in weeks, state-of-the-art studios, training dorms, private apartments for each member. their photos lined the walls, their voices filled the halls, their names inked into every contract that made blitz entertainment a household name. everything they had, everything they were, built on kizzy’s backs.

and how does blitz entertainment repay them?

with a five-member girl group, training since 2002, set to debut 2004. with betrayal and replacement. k-exie, the so-called successors. the company’s shiny new obsession, a fresh coat of paint on a structure kizzy built with their blood and sweat. kizzy, the biggest girl group in the world, but blitz entertainment wants more. greed is never satisfied, and history is unkind to those who stand still. fresh, they whisper, we need something fresh. as if kizzy is rotting. as if they haven’t spent the last few years clawing their way to the top, only to be told that their time is already running out.

this is what power does. this is what money does. they forget who made them, who saved them. they forget that without kizzy, there is no blitz entertainment.

they forget that gods can fall, but they can also burn the heavens on their way down.

FOUNDERS: min taehoon and jang jaesik CEO: jang jaesik more info pending... ESTABLISHMENT DATE: november 10th, 1997 SUB-COMPANIES: blitz labels japan, mirror ent. (acting management), blitz media (record label) NOTABLE CELEBRITIES: girl group kizzy, actor/model redacted, girl group k-exie FAMOUS EX-TRAINEES: redacted, redacted, redacted MAIN PRODUCERS: jjaelly, minhwon, X-EC

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1ST GEN'S PRINCESSES: KIZZY

sugar pink melting into the crimson of bitten lips, lilac bruises beneath slufftering sleeves, hearts that glimmer too bright to be real

kizzy ✷ own girl group : the 1st gen icons — k-profile — kizzy members

kizzy is a dream you swear you’ve had before. a sugar-coated hallucination, a fever you don’t want to break. they are soft hands with bruised knuckles, sugar and rust melting on the tongue. pink lace with a thread unraveling, leading somewhere dark, somewhere you aren’t supposed to go.

there is something unsettling about them, something just a little off. a smile held a beat too long, a giggle echoing where no one stands. their music videos feel like a trick of the light—darling little dollhouse figures in ribbon and pearl, but when the lights flicker, you see the cracks in the porcelain, the shadows stretching where they shouldn’t. one moment, they are dancing in a golden ballroom, twirling like ballerinas in music boxes. the next, the chandeliers are dust-covered, the mirrors cracked, the floorboards rotting beneath their delicate feet. a love story that turns into a ghost story, an obsession that never quite fades.

KIZZY is a four-member k-pop girl group managed by BLITZ ENT. that debuted on JAN 22ND, 2000. Most notable for their rags to riches story, they are a 1st generation group that paved the way for future generations.

they have three members: nakyoung, eunbi, yeonseo, gabi

kizzy debuted in the summer of 2000, four girls too young to carry the weight of an industry, and yet—somehow—they did. they were barely more than children. gabi, only thirteen, with her dollface and sharp gaze. yeonseo, fourteen, already singing like she had lifetimes behind her. nakyoung, fifteen, already steel-spined and carrying leadership like a second skin. and eunbi, the oldest at eighteen, calm and collected, quietly holding them all together.

blitz entertainment was bleeding money, clinging to the fringes of relevance. the girls paid for their own training, their own makeup, their own dreams. they lived in a dorm that leaked when it rained. they performed to empty rooms. no one looked their way.

until someone did.

in late 2000, ceo jung jaesik made a call—no one knows who to, no one knows what he promised. but suddenly, kizzy had a slot on live television. an award show. one shot. one chance. they took the stage in borrowed outfits, with shaking hands and steady hearts, and when the lights hit them—they became stars. overnight.

four girls, so young, so breathtaking, singing as if the world belonged to them. and it did, after that. gabi’s name was in every mouth. her face on every billboard. kizzy was no longer a girl group—they were the girl group. the it girls. the standard. they carried blitz entertainment on their backs. every sale, every sponsor, every win—they did that. they turned dust into gold.

from 2001 to 2004, kizzy reigned. they were elegance and power, velvet and flame. their songs were anthems, their dances studied by every rookie that came after.

until blitz betrayed them.

a new girl group. k-exie. shinier. stronger. better. the label turned its eyes away. kizzy was shelved. left in the dark. four icons turned to ghosts. but kizzy did not die. they waited. they watched. they plotted.

and in late 2005, they returned with "desired." a comeback that shattered charts and expectations. they wore red and gold, and their voices sounded like vengeance. kizzy was back—and louder than ever.

until they weren't.

january 2006. gabi left. the maknae. the jewel. the siren of the stage. she terminated her contract, packed her things, and walked away. no explanation. no press statement. only silence. and the world broke in half.

gabi is set to debut in MAGI♥CANDY under yg. the nation holds its breath.

and now kizzy is three. three girls standing where four once stood. they are not whole—but they are not done. nakyoung still sharp as glass. eunbi still steady in the storm. yeonseo still floating, but now, with fire behind her eyes.

they are still kizzy. and they are not finished.

DEBUT DATE: january 22nd 2000 OFFICIAL COLORS: baby pink and crimson red INTRODUCTION: "Don't kill your darlings! Hello, we are KIZZY." FAN NAME: kisses FAN CHANT: hwang eunbi, park nayoung, han yeonseo, kim gabi MOST POPULAR MEMBER: gabi LEAST POPULAR MEMBER: eunbi

kizzy, a name whispered like a spell, like a promise, like a warning / sweet perfume masking the scent of blood / cherry gloss covering bitten lips / lace-trimmed edges concealing a sharpened knife / love, they sing, but love is a sickness, a fever, a dream half-remembered / they are fantasy wrapped in silk, reality glitching at the seams

they move like ghosts, flickering through the screen, the flash of a camera, the electric hum of a stage light / adoration seeps from every pore, a cult built on stolen glances and whispered confessions/ the dream you can never wake from, the love story that leaves you breathless, the obsession that lingers long after the song ends

lace-trimmed pastels, sugared smiles, a new shade of love for every heart that beats for them. they are dreamscape incarnate, spun from silk and sweet things, but look closer—see how the seams fray, how the edges darken, how the cotton-candy glow flickers under the stage lights. love, they whisper, but love is a double-edged blade, a poison wrapped in satin, a fever dream that never quite fades.

blitz entertainment calls them the perfect fantasy. they call themselves survivors.

they step onto the stage like a lullaby laced with something dangerous, something intoxicating. their styling is ethereal but dangerous, skirts that swirl like liquid light, ribbons tied just tight enough to keep them in place, but not tight enough to keep them from running. every detail meticulous, a manufactured kind of perfection—the kind that doesn’t allow for cracks. but cracks always form.

their concept is love in all its forms, innocent at first glance, but lingering too long, holding too tight. pinks turning red, laughter that sharpens at the edges, affection stretched until it snaps. they sing about first love, fleeting crushes, devotion so deep it swallows you whole. they dance like soft-spoken promises, like ghosts in a dream, like sirens luring you in with smiles that don’t quite reach their eyes. a commentary, some say, on the industry that adores them, owns them, eats them alive.

their lore is built in layers—one for every shade of love. the girl who loves too much, the girl who loves too little, the girl who loves and never speaks of it. every comeback a new chapter, a new tragedy dressed in lavender and pearl. fans watch, enraptured, waiting to see if the fairytale will twist again, if the dream will become a nightmare. it always does.

they are soft colors and shadows, warm hands and cold calculations, delicate bows wrapped around something sharp enough to draw blood. love, they sing, but love is a game. and in the end, the house always wins.

TOP 5 POPULAR SONGS

1. BEBE bebe is a love song turned upside down, teeth bared and eyes sharp, a cry of defiance, of power, of control, a beacon for rebellion. the world is frozen. black walls, black tiles, and a circular stage in the center, where kizzy stands—gorgeous, untouchable, electric. around them, men in suits sit motionless, eyes unblinking, puppets without strings. but the girls play them like props—yeonseo twirling a man's hair around her fingers, a smirk curling her lips; nakyoung, a picture of disinterest, pressing a cigarette into the fabric of another’s pristine suit. eunbi doesn’t hesitate—a shove, a chair topples, a man crashes to the floor, and she takes his place like a queen reclaiming her throne. gabi sprawls across two laps, arms stretched, her laughter like static in the air. the camera catches it all—sharp movements, kicks and stomps that echo, synchronized defiance. the men watch, frozen, unblinking. they do not move. then, a shift. a zoo. not just a set, but a statement. the girls are behind the bars, but they are not trapped—they are the exhibit, the spectacle, the untamed beauty everyone wants to own. dressed in exquisite animal print couture—gabi draped in leopard print, the sharp curve of cat ears atop her head; nakyoung fierce in wolf-grey fur, her tail swaying with every move; eunbi, elegant in giraffe-patterned silk, her height regal; yeonseo, adorable in ghostly polar bear white, fur spilling from her sleeves like snowfall. behind the bars, a crowd—cameras flashing, reporters shoving, their voices demanding. the bars aren’t there to keep the girls in. they’re there to keep the world out. then, the chorus drops. "don't wanna be your baby, you know i'm sick of lying." gabi takes center, stomping, arching, hand twisting into her hair. the flashbulbs pop, and suddenly, the cage isn’t strong enough—the paparazzi begin to climb, clawing, desperate, rabid. the illusion shatters. who is the beast, really? and then—a cut to red. an office, walls the color of spilled wine, of whispered deals, of power disguised as professionalism. men work at their desks in perfect sync, robotic, unseeing, as kizzy struts across them like a runway. papers fly, pens clatter, a cup of coffee spills like ink on an unwritten contract. they are chaos, they are defiance, they are the end of an era. final scene. back to the zoo. but this time, the bars are reversed. inside the cage—the paparazzi, the reporters, the men in suits, reduced to animals, snarling, fighting, climbing over each other for a scrap of attention. outside, kizzy watches. dressed in suits now—but not the clean-cut kind. the cool, sloppy, undone kind, ties loosened, lips smirking. the power shift is complete. a statement. a warning. the world isn’t ready for them. and they're not going anywhere.

2. TALK TO YOU LATER! talk to you later is free and rebellion wrapped in neon, a coming-of-age anthem painted in glitter and gasoline. the music video is electric—a rush of bright colors, sparklers crackling against the night, silver and gold confetti sticking to sweat-damp skin. the girls are untouchable, laughing into the darkness, their voices carrying over the hum of a buzzing streetlight. they are reckless and free, twirling under the fluorescence of a rundown gas station, their reflections warping in the glass of vending machines. they buy candy, light firecrackers, race each other through empty lots. and then—chaos. they run, dance, scream, their energy infectious, magnetic. people begin to follow. first, a handful of teenagers, wild-eyed and hungry for something bigger than themselves. then more—a man in a suit loosening his tie, a woman kicking off her heels, children sprinting ahead with their arms outstretched like they could take flight. the elderly join, laughing like they haven’t in years, moving like their bodies remember what it means to be young. the streets of seoul become a symphony of rebellion, a blur of bodies spinning and jumping, fireworks bursting overhead like a heartbeat too big to contain. through it all, the girls are dancing. this is not just a song. this is not just a moment. this is freedom, dipped in highlighter pink and set on fire.

3. GO HARD go hard is fire and ashes, sin burning hotter than flames, dark leather and powerful moves, hypnotizing all who watch—the world tries to reach out, to touch, to shatter, but nothing stops kizzy from dominating the music video is drenched in reds and blacks, the colors of danger, of desire. the girls are untouchable, wrapped in tight leather, their bodies moving like fire itself—fierce, uncontrollable, mesmerizing. they dance inside a ring of flames, the flickering glow painting their skin golden, their gazes sharp as knives. they are here to conquer, to burn, to break and rebuild. the scene flashes—nakyoung on a motorcycle, wind whipping through her long black braids as she mouths her lyrics, a smirk playing on her lips, the city lights reflecting in her eyes. she looks unstoppable, untamed. another cut—eunbi and yeonseo, twined together like silver ribbons, their duet a hypnotic display of power disguised as grace. their movements mirror each other, a perfect balance, but when the music drops, they turn to the camera—a challenge, a promise, an invitation. and then—gabi. center stage, spine arching, hips rolling, her voice cutting through the track like a blade, dressed in a tight black leather crop-top and matching skirt. behind her, the world begins to fall—concrete crashing from a shattered skyline, the earth cracking beneath her feet. still, she dances. the others join her and they all dance: the world is ending, but they remain, untouchable, unshaken, going harder than ever. and then the final scene. the flames rise higher, swallowing the ruins, leaving only them standing. they turn—four women, unbreakable, irresistible—to face a man in a suit and glasses, the same man from "young love". he is no longer a prize to be won or stolen. now, he is the one who gets to choose. who will it be? the girls each extend a hand, flames coiling around them. no words. just the silent, undeniable question—"choose one." the camera cuts to black.

4. YOUNG LOVE young love is desperate, reckless, sin tied in pretty bows and delicate lace. the rush of affection, of danger, of dreams—the feeling of falling in love, of falling for a trap. the music video plays like a fever dream, a romance spun out of control. the girls are draped in crimson, their gazes sharp, lips glossed and curled into something unreadable. they are hunters, sirens, girls too young to know better but too dangerous to ignore. the world tilts around them—colors too bright, lights too harsh, everything just slightly off-kilter. love is not soft here. it is a game, a challenge, a chase. and they've found their prize in a handsome young man, dressed in a crumpled gray suit and glasses, who's fallen into their world unknowingly. each girl takes her turn. yeonseo, the sweetheart, all wide eyes and giggles, feeds him cake from a silver spoon, her fingers lingering at his lips, innocent in a way that makes his throat dry. eunbi, the dreamer, twirls with him in the rain, her dress soaked, her laughter carrying on the wind like a song he’ll never forget. nakyoung, the wild one, grabs his hand and pulls him into the night, engines roaring, city lights blurring past as they race away from something—authority, reason, the inevitable crash. and then there’s gabi. she is something else entirely. where the others are sweet, daring, fleeting, she is inevitable. he drinks what she gives him, because how could he not? she is the kind of beautiful that makes men forget to run. when he wakes, the illusion shatters—her perfect room is rotting at the edges, silk sheets unraveling, walls cracking. he is tied, blindfolded, helpless. and she is watching. love is not safe. love is not kind. love is a sickness that takes and takes until there is nothing left but the girl, the boy, and the game she has already won.

5. BOOMBAYAH boombayah is an explosion, a heartbeat too loud, a night too wild to remember but too electric to forget. A club, a dream, a mirage of purple lights and shadows stretching long across the haze. Bodies press together, drinks spill over wrists, bass shakes the floor, and in the center of it all—kizzy. They are the pulse, the energy, the reason the night never ends. They dance with each other, laughing, throwing their heads back, lips stained the color of trouble. Gabi moves like sin itself, grinding against a man who looks like he might fall to his knees. Nakyoung holds a bottle high, pouring vodka straight into a stranger’s waiting mouth, the grin on her lips like a dare. Yeonseo—sweet, deadly—slides her number into a waiting hand, her smile shy but sharp enough to cut. And Eunbi? She dances slow, hypnotic, eyes locking onto her target like she already knows she’s won. The beat shifts. A second of silence. Only a moment passes. The chorus hits like lightning. The girls pull away from their playthings, stepping into the center of the club. The crowd parts for them like the sea before a storm, the air electric with something dangerous, something undeniable. They move in perfect sync, hips sharp, hands fast, the choreography hitting like a punch. The club watches, frozen, a world caught in kizzy's rhythm. The next scene: the night deepens. Outside now, under neon signs flickering against the ink-dark sky. The streets are alive with them, the music spilling out of the club as if it can’t bear to let them go. Gabi and Nakyoung’s men are still with them—entranced, obedient. Gabi is perched between their arms on their shoulders, a princess surveying her empire, swaying, smiling, lost in the beat. Nakyoung dances between them, reckless, free. Eunbi and Yeonseo twist together, hands in the air, feet light against the pavement, laughing into the wind. And then—interruption. A businessman—red-faced, suit too tight, voice too loud. He points a finger, spits out words about propriety, about decency, about silence. A lecture, a scolding, an attempt to stop a wildfire with bare hands. But then—the chorus. And everything freezes. And then—the girls move. The choreography erupts back to life, shattering his words before they can land. The next scene—that same businessman, eyes glazed, lost in the music, surrounded by others just like him—suits wrinkled, ties loose, bodies moving to the beat. They tried to resist. Now they belong to it. Because kizzy doesn’t ask for permission. They take. They conquer. And the world can only watch, swaying to their rhythm, too far gone to stop.

AWARDS WON seoul music awards: discovery of the year award (2001), new artist award (2001), daesung (2001), popularity award (2001), best song award (2002), dance performance award (202), daesung (2002), best album award (2003), judge special award (2003), daesung (2003) — 3 daesungs korean music awards: rookie of the year (2002), best pop song — up & down (2002), best kpop album — my first love (2003), best pop song — young love (2003), best kpop mini album — love letter (2003), best pop song — shooting stars (2004) mama awards: artist of the year (2002), best female group (2003) dr made awards korean rising music awards (KRMA): best new artist (2000), best vocal performance (2002), most streamed track of the year — mago (2002), korean wave music honor awards: words, best choreography — boombayah (2002), catchiest girl group song — la di da (2003) total: currently 24 and rising

GROUP & MEMBER TITLES kizzy: nation's pride park nakyoung: nation's heartthrob, nation's girl crush, goddess rapper han yeonseo: korea's first love, nation's sweetheart hwang eunbi: nation's daughter-in-law kim gabi: nation's ideal type, princess of duality, korea's princess, korea's center, fairy princess, nation's center, korea's maknae, korea's siren TOP 100: most beautiful/handsome faces in k-pop 2004 — #5 kim gabi

BRAND REPUTATION public image: 80% liked KIZZY topped this month's list with a brand reputation index of 6,544,333 with a 15 percent increase score since last month. High-ranking phrases in the group's keyword analysis included "GABI LEFT", "KIZZY THREE MEMBERS", "KIZZY OT4", and "KIZZY GABI DEBUT". With a comeback that had just passed, more keywords were "KIZZY COMEBACK", "LEAKED KIZZY", and "BEBE LEAKED". KIZZY's positivity-negativity analysis also revealed a score of 85.7% recent positive interactions with only 14.3% recent negative interactions.

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KIM GABI'S EYESHADOW PALLETTE

soft glitter, light blues and pinks, catching the light just so, sheening like stardust and all things magic, soft and sweet

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MEMORIES

a first kiss

BIGBANG DR ✷ nakyoung is used to teaching the girls of kizzy things—how to face the press, how to dodge questions eloquently, how to maneuver scandals. but she never expected to be asked this. (early 2005)

SCRIPT: back when i was 18, with the fame of KIZZY and the realization i was starting to have of the expectations put on my shoulders—the whispers of my beauty, of my siren allrue, of my sex appeal—i quickly realized that these rumors were baseless considering how... to put it plainly, inexperienced, i was. i had never even kissed someone before, not for lack of others trying, but because i just never felt comfortable being vulnerable like that with anyone.

until, left alone in the dorm we shared as a group at the time, nakyoung and i were talking in her bedroom, on the floor. and i realized that i trusted her more than anything else in the whole wide world. so, what did i do? i asked her to teach me. and god, she did. she really did.

... the following is what happened

The dorm is quiet. The others are asleep or pretending to be, the air thick with the scent of vanilla candles Gabi insisted on lighting before bed. She’s sitting cross-legged on Nakyoung’s bed, pink pajama shorts riding up her thighs, a loose t-shirt slipping off one shoulder. Her hair is still damp from a late-night shower, strands curling at the ends. Her lips—soft, pink, plush—are curled into a teasing little smile as she swings her legs.

“Nakyoung unnie,” she says, sing-song, leaning in closer, eyes shining with mischief. “I just realized something.”

Nakyoung hums, tilting her head, feigning nonchalance even as her pulse skips. “Oh?”

“I’ve never been kissed.” Gabi pouts, resting her chin in her hands. “Isn’t that sad?”

Sad? No. Impossible? Yes. Nakyoung can’t believe it. Gabi, with her sugar-sweet voice and heart-shaped mouth, has never been kissed? It feels like a crime.

“You poor thing,” Nakyoung deadpans, shifting back against her pillows, arms crossed. “Must be hard, being so cute yet so tragically unloved.”

“Unnie!” Gabi whines, but she’s smiling brightly, nudging Nakyoung’s knee with her own. “Help me, then.”

Nakyoung’s breath catches. “What?”

“Teach me.” Gabi leans in, closer, closer. The scent of strawberries and vanilla fills Nakyoung’s lungs, dizzying. “I have to know how to do it, right? For, y’know, future reference.” She bats her lashes, all aegyo and charm. “You wouldn’t leave your poor maknae to suffer, would you~?”

Nakyoung should say no. She should roll her eyes, flick Gabi’s forehead, tell her to go to sleep. But Gabi is staring up at her with wide, hopeful doe eyes, lips just slightly parted, and nakyoung is only human.

“Fine,” she murmurs, feigning a sigh, tilting Gabi’s chin up with two fingers. “But listen well.”

Gabi nods, obedient, but there’s laughter dancing in her eyes. Nakyoung tries not to melt.

“First rule,” Nakyoung says, voice softer now, barely above a whisper. “Focus.”

Gabi exhales, lips parting just slightly. “Okay.”

Nakyoung leans in, closing the space between them.

Gabi’s breath is warm and sweet against her skin, shaky, unsure, her eyes a little wide, a little clueless. Nakyoung lets her lips brush against Gabi’s, barely a touch, just enough to make her shiver.

Then, she kisses her.

It’s soft at first. just lips pressing, slow and gentle, like a sigh against Gabi’s mouth. Gabi makes the tiniest sound, something close to a hum, and Nakyoung is gone. She deepens it, head tilting, letting her lips part just slightly, coaxing Gabi to follow. Gabi does, eager, letting Nakyoung lead.

Nakyoung feels the moment Gabi’s hands come up, resting lightly on her shoulders, nails barely scraping over the fabric of her t-shirt.

She’s shivering.

Nakyoung tightens her hold, thumb stroking over the hinge of Gabi’s jaw as she pulls away just an inch, just enough to murmur against her lips, "Again."

Gabi nods. Kisses her back.

Slow. Deep. Savoring. Gabi tastes sweet—like strawberry chapstick, like the lingering hint of bubble tea she’d been sipping earlier. Nakyoung presses in, tilting her head, one hand sliding to the nape of Gabi’s neck. Gabi is still for a moment, but then she sighs against Nakyoung’s lips, tilting up, following her lead.

Nakyoung parts her lips more, tilting her head to deepen it. Gabi follows. When Nakyoung swipes her tongue gently along Gabi’s bottom lip, testing, Gabi gasps but doesn’t pull away. She opens up for her instead, lets Nakyoung taste her, lets Nakyoung teach her, and Nakyoung takes the chance to guide her, sliding their tongues together in a slow, intoxicating motion. Gabi’s fingers tighten in her shirt.

They kiss again, and again. Gabi learns quickly.

Nakyoung pulls back first, barely, their breaths mingling, foreheads touching. Gabi blinks up at her, dazed, her pupils blown wide and a little hazy, lips pink and kiss-swollen. She blinks at Nakyoung, licking her lips—like she’s savoring it.

Nakyoung stares, takes it in, etches the image into her memory.

“Got it now?” she murmurs, brushing a stray strand of hair behind Gabi’s ear.

Gabi swallows, nods, but doesn’t move away.

Nakyoung is in trouble and she knows it.

A few moments pass before Gabi giggles, the noise high and sweet, easing them out of the thick tension in the room. "Whoa," Gabi breathes, smiling that cute smile that always has distracts Nakyoung. "Unnie, you’re really good at that."

Nakyoung huffs out a laugh, heart still racing. "You did well too. You're a quick learner."

She doesn’t say what she really means—how Gabi is the sweetest thing she’s ever tasted, how she wants to do it again, again, again. Gabi, oblivious, beams up at her, and Nakyoung smiles back, feeling something helpless and fond bloom in her chest. Something she knows she shouldn't name.

Not yet.

bloom's note: you can't blame me for having a crush on nakyoung right??... she might be changed to my s/o at this point honestly-

also!! to clarify, i write in third pov during scenarios because i'm a writer and it's just more comfortable to me! i'm not treating my dr self as an oc i swear 😭

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FAMILY

gabi's family

BIGBANG DR ✷ get to know gabi's family

KIM AUDREY

kim audrey 김오드리 — 54 — fire, freedom, the woman who taught gabi how to stand tall

a hurricane in red lipstick, silk draped over sharp edges, laughter that cuts through a room like a spark to gasoline. audrey is a woman the world cannot hold down, a single mother who built a life with her own two hands, carved a future from nothing but determination and fire. gabi grew up watching her mother move through the world like a force of nature—stubborn, stunning, untouchable.

people whisper that time has forgotten her, that she must have made some deal with the universe, because at fifty-four, she moves with the grace of someone untouched by age, eyes still burning with the same defiance she had at twenty.

she taught gabi how to work, how to fight, how to never let the world tell her what she could or couldn't be. “you want something?” she’d say, cigarette dangling between perfectly manicured fingers, “then take it, gabi. no one’s gonna hand it to you.”

she raised her daughter with steel in her spine and sugar on her tongue, a perfect balance of charm and bite.

and maybe, in some ways, gabi is her mirror—soft smiles hiding something sharper beneath, the kind of beauty that turns heads but the kind of will that leaves men trembling. audrey watches her daughter rise, pride curling at the corner of her painted lips, knowing that the fire in gabi’s veins came from her own.

KIM TAEGWAN

kim taegwan 김태관 — 78 — iron will, old money, a man who bends for nothing

a name spoken with weight, with quiet reverence, the kind of man whose presence stills a room before he even enters. taegwan is legacy wrapped in a tailored suit, a lifetime of power pressed into sharp lines and cold precision. he built an empire with his own hands, carved his place in the world with the sheer force of his will, and he expected his daughter, audrey, to follow—until she didn’t. until she tore herself from his grip, defiant, reckless, wild-hearted, and left him with nothing but a name that burned in his mouth and a granddaughter he refused to acknowledge.

for years, silence stretched between them like a canyon, the weight of disapproval too heavy to cross. audrey had betrayed everything he had built—his rules, his reputation, his carefully constructed world. a child, born out of wedlock? without a father? his daughter had gone too far. she was too reckless.

but time has a way of softening even the sharpest edges, and when gabi turned seven, something in him cracked. maybe it was curiosity, maybe regret, maybe the realization that blood ties do not break so easily.

he returned not with apologies, but with presence, stepping into gabi’s life like a shadow that had always been there. strict, composed, unyielding—he was never the kind to kneel, never the kind to soften, but gabi, with her wide eyes and quiet strength, unsettled something in him. she was not just audrey’s daughter. she was his granddaughter. and though he would never say it in words, in the stiffness of his posture or the careful way he watched over her, it was clear—he would not make the mistake of losing her too.

MIN JISU

min jisu 민지수 — 72 — elegance carved from ice, a woman who does not bend

born into legacy, raised in a house where tradition was law and obedience was survival. min jisu carries her name like a crown, like a chain—daughter of an old and noble lineage, married off to a man who matched her in power and pride. she has never known anything but discipline, composure, the quiet strength of a woman who exists not for herself, but for the family name. love was never part of the equation, only duty, only the unspoken understanding that weakness was a luxury she could not afford.

so when audrey, her only daughter, threw everything away for the sake of reckless passion—a child, born out of wedlock—jisu did what she had been taught to do—cut the wound before it could fester.

disowning her was not cruelty; it was necessity, a lesson that had to be learned. but time has not softened her, not the way it did taegwan. where he allowed himself to return, to open the door just a little, jisu remains unmoved, her heart a locked vault. gabi is a product of shame, a reminder of the disgrace that audrey dragged their family through, and jisu does not forget.

an idol. a performer. a girl who sells beauty and charm for the adoration of strangers. jisu looks at gabi and sees everything she despises—frivolity, vanity, a life built on fleeting attention instead of dignity. she will never say it outright, but in the sharp curve of her gaze, in the way she refuses to speak gabi’s name unless necessary, the message is clear: she is not, and will never be, one of them.

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TREND-SETTER

trends gabi has started

trends ✷ kim gabi's trend-setting

pastel pink hair with black underneath / a whisper of rebellion hidden beneath sugar-sweet strands / like love notes folded with secrets inside / the contrast of innocence and something darker / every salon flooded with requests, every mirror reflecting echoes of her / a trend not just worn, but felt / girls walking the streets with that same soft-punk edge / like a promise, like a revolution wrapped in silken strands

glitter-drenched eyes / specks of stardust caught in every blink / the illusion of constellations traced onto delicate lids / the kind of beauty that lingers, that catches light in ways that feel like fate / cameras flashing, capturing the glint, the magic / fans pressing fine shimmer into their skin, trying to hold onto the fantasy / trying to look like a dream, like her

flowers in her hair / not a crown, but a spell / petals woven between strands like whispered prayers / roses, baby’s breath, peonies—soft things, beautiful things / framing her face, clinging to her like love letters never sent / now every idol, every girl with a dream, tucks blossoms into their locks / a garden blooming in the wake of her existence

angel wings, not just worn but owned / delicate lace tracing the shape of something ethereal / white feathers drifting in her wake / too soft to be real, too tangible to be pretend / a fallen angel, a siren, a muse / now every stage is touched by the ghost of them / backup dancers, fans, strangers in the city / trying to capture a fraction of that weightless divinity / trying to be heavenly, trying to be her

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KIM GABI'S FRIENDSHIPS

gabi's closest friends (and a snake in the grass)

GIRL GROUP DR ✷ get to know gabi's friends

best friend MIN JADA

min “jjaelly” jada 믽앋아 (“쨀뤼”) — 20 — the moon behind the sun

clicky

PARK NAKYOUNG

park nakyoung 박나경 — 22 — the storm behind the sun

she moves like she was born for the stage—fluid, confident, a wildfire wrapped in leather and silk. nakyoung is the kind of leader who doesn’t ask for authority; she simply wears it, heavy on her shoulders yet never weighing her down. main rapper, voice like a strike of lightning against the beat, sharp and searing. onstage, she is untouchable. offstage, she is the fortress that kizzy leans on. the one who scolds gabi for staying up too late yet waits up for her anyway, arms crossed, sighing like she isn’t relieved.

she is fire and friction, edges softened only in rare, stolen moments. love is a battlefield to her—something earned, something dangerous. she does not hand out affection freely, does not wear it on her sleeve the way gabi does, yet it lingers in the things she doesn’t say. the way she pulls gabi behind her when cameras flash too bright, the way her hand finds hers in the dark, the way she stays just close enough, just long enough.

first kiss, stolen between laughter and curiosity, between the thrill of the unknown and something neither of them had words for. nakyoung had taught her how to kiss, had cupped gabi’s face with a smirk that said watch, follow, learn. and gabi had, eagerly, unthinking—until it was over, and something between them had changed. it is buried now, beneath friendship, beneath time, but sometimes, nakyoung’s gaze lingers too long, her touches ghost just a little too softly.

golden skin, golden fire, a love that burns slow, too dangerous to name / fingers brushing, just for a second too long / the warmth of a promise never spoken aloud / she watches gabi the way the moon watches the tide—close, quiet, constant.

AGE: 22 HEIGHT: 5'6 BIRTHDAY: july 7th ZODIAC: cancer APPEARANCE: slim, angular, sharp collarbones, narrow waist, broader shoulders, long legs, slim but muscular and strong arms, piercing feline eyes, straight pointed nose, full lips, narrow chin, sharp jawline, long black hair, heavily-pierced ears, tongue piercing POS TRAITS: leaderly, driven, loyal, strong-willed, dedicated, confident, disciplined, thoughtful, observant NEG TRAITS: blunt, hard-to-know, cold with most, sharp-tongued, overly analytical, perfectionist INSTAGRAM: @/naky SIGNIFICANT OTHER: n/a MISC — has known gabi since their trainee period back in 1999 and was one of the first girls to meet gabi. she quickly took the girl under her wing and initially simply viewed her as a dongsaeng, a little sister-type. but time has a way of being cruel and as they grew closer, nakyoung began developing different feelings. dangerous feelings. feelings that are still there. — very aware of her sexuality but not open about it. she's sure the other girls have noticed nakyoung bringing women home to her apartment but none of them have said anything (except yeonseo, who is painfully aware of nakyoung's secret feelings toward gabi)

YOON SEOHWA

yoon seohwa 윤서화 — 21 — k-exie's leader

seohwa was once gabi’s best friend, the two of them inseparable in high school, sharing youth and laughter like the simplest joys. they were the kind of friends who whispered secrets in the hallways, painted their nails together in a quiet corner, and stayed up all night dreaming of the future. at one point, seohwa was the mirror that reflected gabi’s every move, and gabi was the light that made her world a little brighter. but then came the shift—gabi’s trainee days, the rigorous schedule, the sudden distance.

as gabi’s fame began to rise, so did the jealousy in seohwa’s heart. the friendship that once seemed so unbreakable started to crack. what had been shared between them began to fray, the space between them widening with every passing day. the dreams they’d once talked about, the path they’d imagined walking side by side, were no longer hers to claim. seohwa’s bitterness grew, unspoken, swelling in the quiet of her mind.

it didn’t take long for seohwa to find a path of her own—one stolen. she joined blitz entertainment, with a burning desire to outshine the girl she once called a friend. now, she stands as a member of K-EXIE, her own debut mere steps away from everything gabi had already conquered. but in the shadows of her success, seohwa’s heart festers with resentment. it isn’t just fame she wants—it’s gabi’s entire world. she wants the stage, the eyes that follow gabi’s every move, the friendships that come effortlessly to her. she wants to take everything, to claim gabi’s beauty, her life, and perhaps most painfully of all, the love and admiration of those who surround her.

where once they laughed together, now she watches from the sidelines, her gaze sharpened with envy, a smile masking the rage within. her eyes linger on gabi’s every post, her every glance, as if trying to take it all into herself. there’s no question in seohwa’s mind—she deserves it all. and if she has to destroy the woman she once called a friend to claim it, then so be it.

the ghost of what once was hangs between them / seohwa, the girl who used to be gabi’s other half, now a stranger with a mask of bitterness / the thin line between admiration and obsession, drawn in the depths of envy / a smile that hides a thousand regrets, a heart that beats for everything she can never have.

AGE: 20 HEIGHT: 5'5 BIRTHDAY: unknown ZODIAC: unknown APPEARANCE: slim build, square shape, straight brown hair, big round eyes, straight nose, unblemished skin, small but full lips, small chin POS TRAITS: devoted, intelligent, social butterfly NEG TRAITS: manipulative, obsessive, two-faced, unkind INSTAGRAM: @/sosohwa SIGNIFICANT OTHER: n/a MISC — met gabi in middle-school though they never really interacted until both girls just so happened to arrive at the same high school. even then, seohwa had a bit of an obsession with the other girl; mimicking her personality because it seems so likeable, copying her mannerisms, liking the same boys she liked. sometimes, seohwa just wanted to... simply be her — joined blitz entertainment in 2014 as a trainee after seeing gabi's stardom. gabi was supportive, but that only irked seohwa more! she kept up a pleasant exterior, still texting gabi, sharing coffee with her every so often at cozy cafes when the idol's schedule allowed it. but inwardly, she's always been calculating just how to take her down, to be better than her, to become her. her career is just the first step of many — why is seohwa so obsessed with gabi? well, it's not strictly one thing or another... for one, gabi is the embodiment of everything seohwa wants to be—liked by the world, genuinely kind, with an energy that makes everyone gravitate toward her. and... secondly... it all started when gabi was confessed to one too many times by guys at their school during her trainee period... seohwa was jealous. (for reasons she still refuses to acknowledge—reasons that weren't platonic, weren't heterosexual, weren't... okay).

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KIM GABI: THE STORYLINE

an era ended, flashing cameras, a debut on the edge of greatness, replacements looming, and a scandal unknown

the air hums with the aftermath of something electric. kizzy is still standing, but they are not whole. the stage is theirs, the lights burn for them, the screams still echo their names—but something is missing. someone is missing. a space unspoken, a silence too loud. the world watches with bated breath as three girls take the stage where four once stood, where they once fit together like a melody perfectly composed. kizzy is performing, but gabi is not beside them.

and somewhere in the embers of it all, there’s gabi.

gabi, swept up before she could catch her breath. gabi, in a different building, under different lights, surrounded by different voices. the ink on the headlines is still fresh, her name tangled in whispers, in speculations, in the space left behind. she had barely stepped away before she was caught in the currents of something new, something sparkling, something that feels too big and too unfamiliar.

yg entertainment moves fast. before she can process what she has lost, she is given a new name to carry, a new group to call hers. MAGI♥CANDY. five other girls, strangers with glittering eyes and voices trained to perfection. there is no time to mourn, no time to hesitate. february 14th looms ahead, and she must become someone new. a debut built on fantasy, on sugar-dusted dreams, on the promise of magic. it is beautiful, it is everything a girl could wish for—but gabi is not sure if it belongs to her yet.

she does not know these girls, not the way she knew kizzy. she does not know their laughter, the way their hands would find hers in the dark, the rhythm of their breaths between notes. she is drowning in sequins and pastel and the saccharine weight of expectation, but all she can think about is the stage where she should be. kizzy is still performing, still moving forward without her, and she is stuck between past and future, torn between what was and what must be.

the industry holds its breath. kizzy's name still lingers on lips, their legacy barely settled, and yet—here comes MAGI♥CANDY, a confection spun from the same desire, the same hunger. the teasers drip with sweetness: ribbons and stardust, choreography that twirls like a spell cast under neon light. fans scramble for answers. was this her choice? was this betrayal? the questions swell like a tidal wave, and gabi can do nothing but let it crash over her.

and yet—she sings. she dances. she smiles, because she has to. february 14th, the world will watch. february 14th, she will stand on that stage. february 14th, she will become magic. she will become candy.

but somewhere, in the quiet, she wonders—does kizzy miss her the way she misses them?

gabi left kizzy for reasons unknown to the public early january 2006

kizzy is performing without her, still together (but not for long)

gabi is scouted by yg entertainment. all it takes is a single swipe of her pen and she's contracted under the new girl group MAGI♥CANDY who she does not know. the girls are close, they've grown to know each other over the past months of preparation and years of training, and she feels lost without her girls of kizzy

the debut is coming. february 14th, 2006. she better be ready.

but nobody knows why gabi left and it's all anyone all talk about

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KIM GABI'S VIBE

a siren with doe eyes

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1ST GEN'S PRINCESSES: KIZZY MEMBERS

silk bows binding bruised wrists, bitten lips coated in cherry-flavored gloss, doors painted shut

kizzy ✷ own girl group : the 1st gen icons — k-profile — kizzy info

KIZZY: THE SWEETHEARTS OF SOUTH KOREA

love isn’t soft. it isn’t gentle. it’s a wildfire, a slow burn, a whispered promise laced with danger. kizzy doesn’t just sing about love—they embody it.

each member a different shade of desire, a different piece of a love story left unfinished. their concept isn’t just romance—it’s obsession, devotion, heartbreak, the thrill of something fleeting. from the dreamy first crush to the reckless temptation of a lover you shouldn’t want, kizzy takes you through every heartbeat, every aching moment.

but don’t mistake them for just another pretty girl group. kizzy is bold. forward-thinking. the kind of music that seeps into your skin and stays there, that lingers on radio stations and late-night playlists. their songs play in cafes, in malls, on city streets. addictive, effortless, the soundtrack to a generation of lovers and dreamers. their performances leave fans breathless—lingering glances, teasing smirks, movements that toe the line between innocence and something far more dangerous. they know exactly what they’re doing. and the world? the world is enchanted.

NAKYOUNG

park nakyoung 박나경 — 22 — leader, main rapper — tsundere love

nakyoung is the cornerstone of kizzy, the one who holds the weight of the group with quiet grace. she's the leader, the unshakeable foundation. a rapper whose words slice clean, whose voice has become the very soul of kizzy’s sound. she’s stoic in interviews, disciplined in rehearsals, and relentless in pursuit of perfection. but beneath the surface, she watches over her members with quiet affection. she may not say much, but she never lets go. she’s not here for attention—she’s here to lead, to endure, to win.

(+) reliable, composed, intelligent, hard-working, dedicated, sharp (-) emotionally repressed, rigid, self-isolating

EUNBI

hwang eunbi 황은비 — 23 — eldest, main rapper, sub-vocalist, lead dancer — perfect girlfriend

eunbi is the one who keeps things cool. she’s the member that always surprises you—not because she’s loud, but because she’s quietly good at everything. dancing, singing, rapping—she can do it all, and she does it without needing to be told. she’s chill on the outside, laid-back and unfazed, the kind of girl who shrugs off fame like it’s just another day. she doesn’t need the spotlight, but when it lands on her, she wears it like second skin. everyone underestimates eunbi—until they don’t.

(+) adaptable, dependable, thoughtful, great at giving advice, effortlessly cool (-) underappreciated, reserved, emotionally aloof

YEONSEO

han yeonseo 한연서 — 21 — sub-vocalist, sub-rapper — first love

yeonseo is a dream drifting through sound. the group’s ethereal voice, a siren call wrapped in clouds. she always seems elsewhere, like she’s living half in this world and half in another. she’s observant in silence, always watching, always absorbing. her voice floats and pierces all at once—a contradiction, just like her. there’s a melancholy beauty to her, a softness that doesn’t bend under pressure. yeonseo is the type to vanish when you look too close, but leave behind an ache in your chest when she sings.

(+) poetic, insightful, dreamy, helpful, kind-hearted, unique (-) distant, hard to read, prone to escapism

GABI

kim gabi 김가비 — 20 — maknae, main vocals, center, visual — twisted love

gabi is the sun and the storm, the obsession and the curse. she’s not just the face of kizzy—she’s the face of a generation. with her flawless visuals and aura of unattainability, she draws in the world with a smile that never quite reaches her eyes. the cameras adore her. the industry watches her. she doesn’t chase fame—it worships at her feet. but gabi is more than a pretty face. she’s a powerhouse vocalist, a magnetic performer, and a girl who learned early on how to survive by being wanted. she was made to be watched—and she knows it.

(+) kind-hearted, magnetic, sincere, untouchable (-) intelligent, lonely, burdened by perception

kizzy isn’t just another girl group. they are an era, a movement, a love story waiting to be told. and the world? the world is already in love.

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OWN GIRL GROUP DR MASTERLIST

born of glitter, sweat, and a pinch of stardust

OWN GIRL GROUP DR — 2006 — tags

the year is 2006. neon lights flicker over midnight streets, cameras flash like firecrackers, and the air smells of hairspray, sweat, and something electric—like the whole world is on the verge of something new. second-gen kpop is roaring, spilling over its borders, breaking into the west. the industry is hungry for something new, something addictive, something unforgettable. and they found it in her. kim gabi, the siren of the first-gen, ex-member and ex-maknae of kizzy. her voice—clear, haunting, dangerous—curls through speakers and lingers in minds. her face is a brand, a dream, a fantasy. they call her untouchable, but that only makes them reach for her more. cameras track gabi's every step, fans scream her name, idols bow too low and stumble over their words when they speak to her. the stage is her kingdom, and under the heat of the spotlights, she reigns.

BASICS get to know gabi intro. kim gabi scenarios memories instagram (@/gabigabi) CURRENT GROUP second gen leaders magi♥candy magi♥candy members discography articles eras EX-GROUP first gen icons kizzy kizzy members discography

INDUSTRY other groups and important people deadline boyfriend s.k.s sin havoc velvet gun other industry people blitz entertainment

RIVALS bad terms k-exie seohwa vs gabi (+ articles) DEEP DIVE get to know more love interests friends redacted family story-line drama MISC bits and bobs gabi's vibe trends apartment tour wardrobe tour belongings misc.

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get to know bloomlips!

ABOUT ME

hello! my name is @bloomlips but you can call me bloom or flora. im a reality shifter and i have been in this community since 2020. im 20 years old, an australian girl from a little town, and a lover of kpop, spirituality, astrology, and fashion.

im a capricorn (capricorn ♑️ sun, taurus ♉️ moon, leo ♌️ sun) and i'll happily yap anyone's ear off about astrology~! though i'm actually really shy and i probably come across as awkward sometimes... oops.

i first found out about shifting in late 2019 or early 2020 off tiktok. let me tell you, early shifttok was insane with misinformation, like draco malfoy kicking people out of their desired reality or people shifting back to this reality with jewellery they'd been gifted from their desired reality 😭 shifting taught me a lot about spirituality and astral projection. to this day it’s like my lil baby. without shifting my spiritual journey would’ve been entirely different.

on that note... im a tarot reader!! i believe in astral projection and do it often. lucid dreaming is something i also do occasionally and really really enjoy it!! i’ve never shifted by other people’s standards, but personally i like to believe that you shift every day with each decision you make. me typing this word instead of another word is me shifting from one plane to another! neat, right?

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DESIRED REALITIES

2ND GEN IDOL — (bubblegum girl-group) — flashing cameras, warm stage lights, scandals unwritten, the weight of perfection

the year is 2006. the world is neon-lit, feverish, pulsing to the rhythm of the third k-pop generation. groups rise like constellations, burning bright, burning fast. in the midst of it all stands kim gabi, a name inked in gold, a face framed by flashing lights. she is the crown jewel of kizzy, the girl group with whispered legends in their wake, a symphony of beauty and heartbreak. but the stage is an altar and the industry demands sacrifice. it wants her whole, or not at all. she has left her group, her family, and is now on her own journey, about to debut under a new company, a new group. gabi is slipping between the cracks of what she is and what they want her to be. in the war between persona and self, which side will she choose? this is a story of unmaking and rebirth, of mirrors shattered and pieced back together. of learning to wear her own name without apology.

master list.

WUXIA — (wuxia/ancient china/ancient korea) — incoming

master list.

HOGWARTS ACADEMY — (hogwarts university au) — incoming JURASSIC WORLD — (jurassic world korea au) — incoming