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dynamitekrp · 5 years ago

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SEARCHING FOR MIN RAEL . . .

PUBLIC PROFILE

birthday: june 24, 1991 years trained: 11 years

CAREER

age 17, first temporary position as rotating intern for bit&boot (makeup, hair, salon) in cheongdam age 20, first offered role as main position staff member age 20, first lead position for a photoshoot age 20, first magazine cover styling age 21, hired as junior stylist for company creative team: general staff age 23, promoted to main stylist for creative team: soloist a age 24, assigned to soloist a team, concept input and styling direction for soloist a “famous” age 28, returns as guest stylist to bit&boot during soloist a hiatus, freelance work with w korea age 28, transferred to view entertainment with soloist a, became manager

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Rael pursues a detail oriented and opulent style, with intense focus on the most minute details. Rather than strictly focusing on hair, makeup, and clothing, Rael looks at the whole picture of a scene in addition to the client briefs. Since beginning to work with Soloist A, she’s had the opportunity to expand her horizons further to contribute to the overall creative direction of shoots for in-company media, such as teasers and so on. She got her start working for a major salon and styling company based in Cheongdam, catering to many of the top entertainment companies. As a result, she became known for delivering quality adaptations of client briefs in record time, with impressive flair and attention to the little things that really make a look shine. Expanding thereafter, she moved into working for a single company, alongside the boys of Interstellar and, when his solo launched, soloist A. As a result, much of her professional life has been tailored to developing skill sets that augment the soloists work, creating a cohesion and team work that she worried she would lose when he moved companies. Working on a dedicated team provided her the chance to get more involved in parts of the process that would have been delegated out in a larger team, and started growing her interest in the management and marketing of a kpop act, beyond the base level styling but in a big picture sense. Initially afraid her position would be in jeopardy, she was surprised to find herself offered a position at View alongside the star. However, this position was now as a manager, something she found an abrupt transition in her duties. She’s been given the opportunity to work closely with him and his team, taking on more responsibility than the usual manager might, particularly given the rather picky and demanding nature of the soloist. Like her client, she’s hopeful that View will afford her more creative freedom and a path towards, someday, a promotion into the creative management and concept planning department. In the hopes of this, she’s currently taking online classes for a degree in marketing and design.

BACKGROUND

min rael realizes the power of a smile from an early age. grandmothers coo over her and pat her head and give her sweets, and rael learns how very easy it is to wind someone around your finger.

she likes it.

modest power is hers from an early age, purely due to the unfair advantage her features give her, pleasingly arranged in a harmonious array over her features. she isn’t striking, eye catching, captivating. it’s not the kind of beauty that transfixes with interest. it’s subtler than that, and rael grows subtle too.

its her mother who first introduces her to the concept of makeup.

her mother is a ferocious business woman, a marketing executive that knows how to put the best face forward to the world, a woman who knows that society is unfair and has determined she will bend it to her advantage, lest she be crushed under the wheel of it. she works ten times harder than her father, who comes home smiling sheepishly after failed ventures, and her mother picks it all up and puts them all back together, bails him out time and again.

rael watches her mother before conferences, before presentations, before meetings, and she learns.

sitting on the floor in her mother’s bedroom she learns that black is for a base. suitable and serious, it sets the tone - a blank canvas that is more practical and appropriate than the stark white of childish paper. garish crayons are substituted for pops of color in a blouse or a scarf or a bag.

she wonders, in her fluffed up dresses and loud printed leggings, why grown up clothes are so much less whimsical, so much less fun. less beautiful, if she’s being perfectly frank. btu she doesn’t ask. rael never asks questions - she prefers to observe and learn, lest anyone suspect her of not knowing something. even as a child, the idea of ignorance hasn’t sat well with her.

she learns red is for war. her mother slicks it on her lips and over her fingers, like blood, like the setting sun, when she needs the strength. when she wants power. a brick red matte is the first lipstick that rael steals secretly from her mother’s dressing table, tucks into her pockets. it’s the first lipstick she struggles, with clumsy fingers, to layer over her lips. (it’s the first one she’s scolded for, but afterwards, her mother sits her on the bathroom sink and puts it on her properly, since rael is so desperately curious).

she learns more, too. sparkles are for the night, for the glittering dresses she covets so. she learns pinks are for youth, the blush of a rose or the touch of the sun. coral reads playful to her mother’s palette, a sunday afternoon in the park or the smell of peach blossoms in spring. like this, rael learns in pigments and paints.

by the time she is a young woman, the dangerous in-between of teenager and not, rael learns what her mother has already known - that this, all this, is armor.

and it turns out, rael wears armor well.

she’s seventeen when she takes the internship, an after school and weekends deal that takes up an absurd amount of her free time, and her already suffering studies slide further. by the time she breaks the news to her parents, they’re not that surprised. by the time she tells them she won’t be taking the entrance exams, her mother sighs - exasperated but resigned - and asks if she won’t even consider at least art school.

min rael, however, will not be swayed.

so that’s how that goes. one foot in front of the other. it takes a long time, learning a trade like this, and it’s a lot of networking and who you know and rael, a nobody with a tendency to be reserved, knows no one. in time she fares better. in time the world opens to her bit by bit, more and more. until a semi-major entertainment company takes her on. she rises quickly enough in the ranks, mostly because she’s one of few willing to work the grueling hours for the limited pay, willing to claw her way up the ladder at any cost.

finally she’s prompted, to the head stylist of the budding soloist’s creative team. she’s even got input to the concept, on a limited basis. her first day on the job, she slicks on a brick red, thinks of her mother, and goes to war.

in the end, most people don’t take her seriously. she’s young for her position and the artist is a notorious handful, and brand new to boot. there’s a certain cache that comes with working someone successful, or having been in the industry awhile, adn rael has neither on her side. so when, just a few years into this new gig, he decides to walk from the company, rael is horrified. what are the odds she’s anything after this, besides reshuffled and looking for a new job?

when he bargains to bring her with him, she’s nothing short of dumbfounded. relieved, alarmed, ecstatic- she’s not sure which emotion overrides the others. but each new dawn comes and with it, min rael rises, marching ever forward. she’s never been one to compromise on her vision, to let go of her dreams, and this case will be no exception.

#dyn.app #revamp

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dynamitekrp · 5 years ago

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SEARCHING FOR WOO. . .

PUBLIC PROFILE

birthday: 1st november, 1997 years trained: 4 years

CAREER

2018, dance medley cover of icarus choreography distributed by view ent. youtube channel 2018, supporting role in a web drama 2019, reoccurring background dancer for icarus during south korea based concerts 2020, dance cover of boy with luv distributed by view ent. youtube channel

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siwoo is a master of trying to be good at too many things, at once. he wants to do it all, and he wants it all to be perfect. however this is a reality that may not be attainable for him. it’s difficult for him to admit that the way he’s being pushed to promote, isn’t the way he sees himself, his company focusing more on his looks rather than his talents, and wanting him to be seen from more of a more visual perspective. in his mind ( while it’s definitely very pretty ) he’s more than just a pretty face, if you ask him view entertainment seems to be having a hard time looking beyond that to take advantage of what he can really do.

BACKGROUND

usually, a story like siwoo’s starts with the mean, cold, distant parents who never loved and were far too busy for him, who always looked down on him and expected too much. however, this isn’t the case for uh siwoo. from the day he was born his parents adored him, they showed him off to their friends and family every chance they could get, talking non stop about him. they were practically obsessed with their first born, and only son. he was the apple of their eyes and everything they could have asked for, a beautiful, bright, shining baby boy.

unfortunately, some could argue that this is what ruined him.

the rich, only child who was constantly doted on, staff waiting on him hand on foot, his parents providing everything he could ever ask for, every heart’s desire fulfilled. he grew up spoiled, told he could do, and have anything he ever wanted. according to them he was handsome, gorgeous, so, so smart and talented. and the thing was, they weren’t wrong. siwoo was popular, athletic, and smart, excelling in all of his academic classes – in particular, he shined with languages and mathematics – except, he had no interest in them. as early as they could, they invested his developing talents in acting, singing, and dancing lessons. now, those ? those he loved. often he would plead with his parents to skip school so he could attend his extra curricular classes instead. it’s likely that this is the only time in his life that he was ever told no. even though once or twice occasionally his mother would indulge him and give in, only if he promised not to tell his father. if you pay enough, you can get any dance teacher on short notice.

with his upbringing it seemed almost natural that stardom and idol life was appealing to siwoo, watching his favorite groups on television, performing for crowds and winning music shows. he wanted that to be him, so badly, and it’s likely that if his parents weren’t so determined to have him finish his high school studies without the added pressure of being a trainee, he could have auditioned sooner. the thing is, with how much confidence they had in him, they assumed that if he auditioned he could be part of any entertainment company he wanted, when he wanted. once he graduated, they waited patiently ( as patiently as they could ) for auditions to open up so their precious son could have a chance to show what he’s made of. not to toot their own horns, but after he auditioned, mere days passed before he was being offered a trainee contract. they couldn’t be quick enough to sign it for him.

the speed at which he was accepted into view entertainment only helped to fuel the sense of entitlement siwoo felt, plus he was entering the company already having trained for years in singing, dancing, and acting. what he hadn’t been expecting however, was for their attention to be taken away from the trainees momentarily. at the time of signing, he had no idea of their intentions to essentially collect more groups under their name. while siwoo had assumed it would barely be months before he was assigned a group and a debut date, all of that was pushed to the side in favor of assimilating the new groups into their company. it’s safe to assume, there’s a bitter venom brewing in his belly towards the ‘ new ’ idols in his company.

what was assumed to have been a quick transition, has now turned into siwoo’s third year of being a trainee. for a man who has barely heard the word ‘ no ’ in his life, being cast to the side has been a tough pill to swallow. in his mind, he is perfect, his ( obviously ) spoiled rich kid attitude shining brightly for the whole company to see, and he’s definitely managed to ruffle a few feathers. for his whole life he’s been coddled and spoon fed, and now that he’s needing to fight and prove himself to even be seen, let alone praised for his efforts, the picture perfect veil is being lifted, and his sour attitude is exposed and obvious.

for now he’s decided that if the company won’t do something right, then he’ll do it himself. siwoo is focusing on creating his own fanbase online, having a loyal following ready for the time he does debut, hoping to put himself miles ahead of whoever the rest of his group will be. when he has the time, he’s trying to film content for view entertainment’s youtube channel, content that will highlight his talents and show off what he believes the world is missing out on. what he’s having a hard time with, is convincing them to actually post it. will he succeed by the time he debuts ?

#dyn.trainee #dyn.kim geonhak #dyn.app

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dynamitekrp · 5 years ago

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SEARCHING FOR T.AE . . .

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birthday: october 4, 1995 years trained: 2.5 position: main dance, lead vocal

CAREER

2017, guest on Weekly Idol 2018, guest on Idol Room 2019, guest on Knowing Bros 2020, solo guest on Running Man

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Taehyun is often depicted as the quiet member, as it was rare that he would speak up for himself during interviews or shows. The company has often used this as a base to build an aloof and mysterious image for him. While the reality is that Taehyun often doesn’t feel as comfortable drawing all the attention to himself, View Entertainment does a good job of passing this behavior as cool and charismatic. This has changed very slightly over time, as he has been known to be witty and even a bit snarky when talking to his members during the times he has spoken in recent years. Still, the company still does their best to push his quiet and mysterious image. It has been their way to ensure that he doesn’t fade to the background due to his quiet nature, as his image has always stirred interest among fans. Many watch for him to hear his input because of this, oblivious to the fact that Taehyun’s typical silence isn’t as intriguing as one would think.

BACKGROUND

A visionary; Taehyun has always operated differently than those around him. While most kids found themselves playing outside and getting dirty Taehyun was almost always inside with a book or drawing. This caused him to grow up with few friends, and it made it difficult for him to get close to others as he progressed through school. Such an introverted personality also led him to being a target in school, and though he brushed off most people he had been involved in a number of fights throughout his education.

He had a knack for just about everything. His grades were almost always perfect, he knew how to play a variety of instruments, and most sports came easy to him. During middle school he aimed to try something new, and he began to take vocal lessons. Singing, he realized, was a slight struggle to him. He could hit notes and hold them, but his voice tended to become strained at times. The initial struggle frustrated him, but over time he grew to enjoy the challenge. He’d watch videos of idols singing, of them dancing, and he’d try to replicate their results. Eventually what started as something to pass time became something that he honestly enjoyed.

Despite his growing appreciation for singing and dancing, it probably came as a shock to his family when he auditioned for View Entertainment. The bigger shock, however, had to be when he was actually accepted. In 2011, at the age of 14, he became a trainee and began his journey to becoming an idol. Honestly, Taehyun had never really thought too much about it at the time. He didn’t think of himself being similar to the people he saw on TV, of being an idol, but just as some boy trying to challenge himself.

Perhaps that’s why he had issues, possible ‘scandal-worthy’ happenings during his time as a trainee.

During middle school he found himself growing close to a fellow classmate—a boy in his art class. They became close, and before long Taehyun found himself spending nights at the other male’s house. Nothing huge ever came from the nights spent together, but his attraction to the other male would have been enough to damn him. Despite this, it didn’t take long for Taehyun to figure out that he had been nothing more than a short experiment, and it prompted him to throw up his walls even more than before. He even began to lash out more at those around him who ‘bothered’ him with a simple greeting or question. It didn’t take long for him to become even more alienated due to his mistrust of people.

All of this meant that even as a trainee he still had few friends. He could only really claim to be close to a few other people during the time leading up to his debut. He was in no way purposely rude to those around him, but Taehyun rarely (if ever) made any attempt to approach or befriend his fellow trainees and label mates.

After debut, however, he was forced to change his tune. Those he had trained with were relying on him to cooperate, to succeed - and he was forced into the awkward position of doing the same. Taehyun didn’t find it difficult to play the part of a friendly groupmate on stage or on camera, but it was much harder for him to do so when behind closed doors. A bit awkward and withdrawn, Taehyun had to slowly lower the walls he had built over the years.

He managed to rely on his fellow group members as time went on, and by their fifth year he could at least claim to be on comfortable terms with the other boys. It was progress, and probably the most progress he had ever made when it came to building relationships. This progress did not appear to extend to any of the new groups acquired by View Entertainment, as Taehyun rarely (if ever) concerned himself with other groups. He had relied on himself for far too long, and had only just recently opened up to his own members. It would no doubt take time for him to really acknowledge the others within the company.

#dyn.app #dyn.icarus #dyn.yoo jeonghan

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dynamitekrp · 5 years ago

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SEARCHING FOR LJ . . .

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birthday: november 11, 1994 years trained: 10 position: main dance, lead vocal

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2020, coca cola cf (link) 2016, king of masked singer (link) 2017, we got married 2018, featuring on selfish 2019, featuring on hello tutorial

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when the concept of violet is brought forth and lijae is offered a position within the ranks, she’s so relieved she’ll take anything they give her. initially signed as a child model at ten years old, by thirteen she had been signed to the idol track within the company, when it had been clear she possessed some talent for singing and dancing. seven gruelling years later she had been left as one of the few trainees that continued holding on after that long, one of the few who didn’t panic and retreat from the company to try their luck elsewhere. she feels, as a result, a mixed loyalty and resentment to the company that has all but raised her.

violet debuted with a bright concept, one that held a quirky and fun energy that suited lijae quite well. bright smiles and easy enthusiasm were easily paired with the intensity of the choreography and the unique timbre of her voice to construct the image of someone both relatable and similar to a role model. her image as a tomboyish girl next door was easily supported by her rough around the edges charm and propensity to let snarky or unexpected comments fly on variety with little warning. she developed, over time, an image as a natural and earnest type of girl, one who seemed “genuine” which is, unexpectedly, an exhausting image to uphold. over the years she has learned that being “genuine” is just as limiting as any other image, if not more so. she almost envies those who are requested to hide the entirety of themselves, wondering if a simple mask is more easily removed off stage. after so long as both lijae the company employee and lj the idol, she struggles to separate her image self and her real self. injecting a genuine spirit into her persona has required her, at times, to give away more of herself than she might have liked, getting carried away on a radio show and sharing some of her own vulnerabilities and weaknesses or speaking a little too freely on a live.

as their image has developed and their group concept has changed over the years, so has lijae’s presentation on stage and alongside it some of her image. she’s developed notability as a girl crush, for her boyish demeanor and fierce performances. lijae is also noted as being particularly dynamic in ability to adhere to various concepts, praised for her unexpectedly sultry demeanor when required, noted as being a huge reversal charm compared to her childish, witty, and very “girl next door” charm off stage.

ultimately, it can be easy for a group of beautiful women with a strong concept to come off as unapproachable, otherworldly, unobtainable, and part of the idol image is being able to sell the illusion, not just encourage idolization. lijae is there, in all her bumbling charm, to ensure at least one of them seems relatable, attainable, and approachable while also maintaining the desirability factor. this makes her a useful figure for sillier and brighter commercial work or the occasional variety spot, which she hopes view will take advantage of. with her variety skills given a minor chance to shine on queendom, she hopes she can continue to develop various talents with new opportunities to perform and draw further attention to the group.

BACKGROUND

SPRING

she’s nearly fourteen years old the first time she sees the cherry blossoms blooming down the long street, bringing a pleasant flush of color to the lifeless concrete of seoul. even after a few months of her new life in the capital, lijae misses the greenery of the countryside, misses the canopy of the stars and the quiet of their little town. she takes to wasting time on the walk home from her dance classes, from her math hagwon, from any of the myriad cram school lessons her parents have signed her up for these days. money from her grandfather’s estate allowed for the move and for them to throw money at her schooling in the hopes of catching her up, believing her countryside education to be less than competitive.

ag media makes her the offer, not too long after her relocation, to sign on with the idol division of the company. she jumps at the opportunity, if only to have direction, if only because the handful of friends she’s made at the dance studio are the only ones who have made seoul feel like home to her, kinder than the students at her school who mock her accent and her countrified fashion. it starts slow at first, spending time after school a few days a week, heading over for day sessions on the weekends. it feels like spring, like a fresh start, like something taking root deep in the earth, a sprout unfurling and ready to flourish.

(another spring, a later spring, brings about the culmination of her desperate dreams. seven long years spent training to spend a bright and shining moment on stage, a moment that seems to hold all the promise of a brighter future and a more wonderful world. she lives in the exhilaration of this moment for as long as she can, chasing down that impossible high time and again. )

SUMMER

summer was once the chirp of cicadas in the countryside, the thick mantle of humidity that presses down on sunburned shoulders. she remembers summer in the smell of honeysuckle and peaches, the crunch of gravel underfoot, the babbling brook that eddies and swirls cool around her feet, sandals abandoned on the bank. fresh cut grass and stains on her knees make mark of the chores she’s done that day, muscles wiry under her skin, wrapped tight around slender bone.

she’s young and wild and loud, shouting to the sky of hopes and dreams, plucking up dandelions to make fervent wishes. her grandfather watches over her, a farmer turned poet, and with stubborn insistence he cares for the plot of land as he always has, ignoring the ache of arthritis as it sets in, only relinquishing daily chores when pushed to do so by the insistence of lijae’s mother. he pens poems with the same vigor, ignoring the trembling of his hands and the strain of his eyes, and lijae treasures moments sitting alongside him, watching the careful stroke of his pen against parchment.

from him, she learns tenacity and spirit.

FALL

fall is the first period of waiting. in fits and starts, she faces uncertainty. at nineteen she finishes high school and watches her friends move to pursue college and is faced with a choice. does she give up on this, this impossible dream she has come to want so desperately? for seven years now she has slaved away in practice rooms and studios. she has sung her throat raw, she has danced her bones to breaking, she has dreamed and hoped and yearned. but there are never any promises, only delays and tests and an endless cycle of evaluations that leave her feeling lacking from tip to toe. it does something to the psyche of a person, to be examined under a microscope, to be constantly pushed towards the pursuit of profession.

she celebrates her birthday reluctantly, turning twenty and facing the reality that hanging her hopes on this dream might amount to nothing. the count is winding down and many of the friends she has made throughout her trainee years have come and gone, debuting with other groups under other companies or leaving their hopes for this life behind. she spends countless nights thinking about it, wandering the edges of the han and looking out over the dark water hoping that the chill of the air will bring sense to her, shock her into an understanding or send her a sign.

in the end, there isn’t a sign, because this isn’t a fairy tale. in the end, maybe it’s only stubbornness that keeps her there, clinging to this dream. but cling she does, holding tight to the feeling she gets in fits and starts, after a performance well executed, the glow of applause, the delicious suspension of complete exhaustion.

WINTER

winters blend together. gray skies and gray concrete and the biting cold, sneaking underneath the edges of an oversized down parka to bite at her skin. at least freezing on stage is better than having no schedules, but there are winters where that’s the case, too. winter is the strain of languishing at first. but later, winter becomes a blessing. a boon.

they film queendom in the winter.

it’s a turning point, a moment when they can find their footing. a moment when the world can see what they have to offer, when their image slowly takes shape and becomes defined. finally lijae is getting a taste of the career she had always been hoping for, a career more than a decade in the making. how long had she spent agonizing over image and performance, angle and precision? how long had she spent monitoring herself and the group, how long had they been experimenting with concept and styling, trying to hit the impossible target of public interest.

and suddenly, it comes as if all at once, a steady wave finally breaking, cresting, promise building up beneath them like wind under the wings of a bird, and lijae thinks maybe, maybe she can finally fly.

#dyn.app #dyn.kang seulgi #dyn.violet

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dynamitekrp · 5 years ago

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SEARCHING FOR DARLING . . .

PUBLIC PROFILE

birthday: november 11, 1994 years trained: 3 position: main rap, sub vocal, dance

CAREER

2016, supporting role in webdrama 7 first kisses as ji-young 2017, main role in webdrama how are u bread as noh mi-rae 2018, supporting role in a drama work of love as gan bora 2018, supporting role in a drama the last empress as hyun-joo 2019 main role in a drama angel’s last mission: love as lee yeon-seo

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the charming one, the wannabe actress, the plastic surgery monster, there are times when she feels as though she no longer belongs with violet, especially after all the years in the business. she was initially type-casted as the elegant and yet adorable rapper, sweet in all the right ways like a chocolate bonbon that suited the perfect idol image, but as she grew older, so did her aspirations and desires and greed, and the more she tried to venture into the world of acting, the more rumors about her kept piling up. some accused dabin of focusing only on herself while leaving the rest of the group in the shadows, others claimed that she was one of the reasons why violet’s popularity kept declining, and then there were those who defended her of course, highlighting her dedication to violet and the rest of the girls.

over the years, the very same labels remain, reminding dabin that she must work thrice as hard if she wishes to prove herself. however with all the new shifts and addition to the group, she finds herself often pushing harder, perhaps even more than she needs to in order to prevent others from stealing her thunder and shine as she is growing increasingly jealous. last came the rumors of plastic surgery, of how she wishes to purchase the ideal face, face of an actress, and while dabin has yet to confirm if any of that is true or if the wonders of time, aging and makeup have simply done their magic, she can’t hide the fact that the attention suits her, even if it’s not entirely pleasant. so what if her eyes and mouth and cheekbones don’t look as they used to? why can’t she finally be the girl she’s always dreamed of being? the elegant love interest, the type of a girl that others look up to, especially other younger girls.

BACKGROUND

they were so charming, the kims, especially the first daughter, dainty as a spring flower, with a perfect smile that matched her innocent beauty. but the second one, named dabin, was born desperate for attention and the way her parents had doted on her, spoiled her and given her everything certainly didn’t aid the case.

she was a mischievous toddler, disobedient and headstrong, and despite so, there was nothing more that she had wanted than to be like her older sister, who had always reminded her of a true classic beauty with her sweet manners and nearly perfect facial structure. if only, if only, she had often wondered, if only i had her charms and wits, and cheekbones and ebony hair. if only.

some could say that it was tv that had ruined her brain. she had spent countless of hours nearly glued to the luminous screen, observing, mimicking, imaging, and even memorizing the lines of her favorite shows and films, which she was often fond of reciting and performing in front of family friends and closest neighbors. she lived for applauses, words of kindness and of course unwavering attention, expecting it to always be bestowed upon her.

needless to say, she eventually started begging her parents to pay for her acting classes and while at first, her childish wishes were swept to the side as nothing more than a frivolous phase, it didn’t take long for them to notice her commitment. starting at the age of merely twelve, she had begun her little pursuit, auditing for countless of companies and simultaneously paying for numerous private acting classes, only to find rejection on every corner. you’re too young, you’re too old, you’re not slim enough, fix your eyes and nose.

her parents had hoped that she’d over time outgrow her dreams, that she’d settle and follow in her sister’s noble footsteps, but while their first daughter was packing her bags and getting prepared for a life in america in order to pursue a medical degree, the second one was barely managing to maintain mediocre grades in school, far too blinded by the promise of stardom.

finally, at the age of fifteen, she was offered a training contract, but only for an idol. the idea seemed absurd at first, even preposterous, as she wasn’t a singer or a dancer, but despite so, she didn’t turn it down, deciding to look at the contract as yet another stepping stone, something that would pay off in the longrun, far down the line.many actresses had started out as idols, she had once told herself, and so why can’t i be like them too?

next came the dubious training sessions, day after day and month after month, and all she had done was hope for the best. if anything, it could be said that she was relentless, keen on debuting, willing to sacrifice her social life, sleep and even acting lessons in order to perfect at least one skill and get herself closer to her ultimate goal. it took three years, three years to transform into a mediocre rapper, but for an idol it proved to be just enough.

on the near cusp of her adolescence and alongside three other girls, she was at last given a chance to debut, only for the entire group to be overlooked by the industry. she cared, but not enough to weep, searching only for her personal gain in it all. none of it meant anything. not the debut. not the songs. not even the members. it was all manufactured, staged. faked till perfection and yet she couldn’t but feel as though something had been taken away from her.

she wasn’t an actress, and worst of all, her group was overshadowed, close to being forgotten.

then they simply had to add another member, another distraction, maybe even a bait for the younger crowd, but much to her great surprise, at least it had bestowed attention upon them in an abundance for a brief and saddening moment. after it quickly faded away again, they were left in a limbo, a constant state of trying to prove themselves.

career driven, she did her best to adapt to every new concept that had been thrown her way, but over the more recent years, she’s been focusing on each and every chance to make it in the world of television and film, distancing herself from the overly charming image of the group and turning to something more elegant, timeless and romantic, just like she’s always dreamed.

and so maybe the most recent merge with another company will finally be of some use when it comes to her career. stubborn, at times cruel, but trained well enough to lie without a second of thinking, she’s as charming as she’s devious and life means nothing if she can’t be an actress, a charming leading lady on the silver screen.

#dyn.app #dyn.lee hyeri #dyn.violet

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dynamitekrp · 5 years ago

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SEARCHING FOR HYUN . . .

PUBLIC PROFILE

birthday: september 22, 1993 years trained: 4 position: main rap

CAREER

2015, produced butterfly for icarus 2017, produced wine for a solo artist 2019, produced we don’t talk together for a solo artist 2020, produced black swan for icarus

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hyun is icarus’s rock.

he is: rough around the edges.

they tell him not to lose his daegu accent, not entirely. to let it slip on purpose more often than not. to not let people forget that he's just a country boy at heart who had a dream, a passion for music and risked it all by coming to seoul to pursue it. they say not to censor himself too much, either, let a cuss word or two slip every now and then, let his face betray all his emotions sometimes, even negative ones when he's annoyed or angry or confused or sad. if you're feeling down, post some thoughts on the fan café, maybe go live. obviously, they say not to do it too much or at the wrong time, but just enough to give off the feeling that he's genuine, unpolished, not some cookie cutter idol. he won't be relatable by any means, but real. believably flawed like anyone else. just a daegu boy who happens to rap because he wants to.

he is: stubborn. or, in nicer terms, strong-willed. immovable.

of course, icarus as a whole stands for hard work making the dream work, but hyun’s inherent stubbornness is played up just that much more. like when they tell him to talk about how long he takes to produce tracks sometimes because he won't let it go until it's exactly how he imagined it. or to talk about how he couldn't dance worth a damn and almost got kicked out of the tentative lineup, but, well, look at him now. he still can't quite dance anywhere near as well as the rest of the group, but that's fine, they say. that's all part of it too, because now his ability to follow choreography as well as he can is the product of pure hard work with no natural talent to back it up.

he is: foundation.

when it comes to icarus's music (post 2015), hyun is a large part of the foundation it lies upon. he's not the only one, of course, but he is often the one they turn to when questions about their music come up. about the concept. about the lyrics. about the meaning behind it all and the process with which they came up with it. they tell him to go all out, go ahead and answer with technical terms to show he has a deep understanding. show the people that he knows what he's talking about, what he’s doing. that icarus's music is good because "of course, the members helped write the lyrics" or "of course, the members helped produce it" or "as expected of self-producing icarus~"

he is: well grounded.

with hyun, what you see is what you get. he is confident sometimes veering on cocky, he is decisive often veering stubborn. he is real, genuine, flawed, human, just with a particularly strong passion for music. at least, that's the vibe they want him to give off. a real, serious musician.

it's a precarious image, to say the least, still manufactured in its supposed genuineness. an image he has trouble balancing because sometimes he's not quite sure anymore where icarus hyun ends and moon hyun begins

if he begins anywhere at all anymore.

BACKGROUND

when hyun was born, it was the day the samsung lions advance to the playoffs. his father was no where to be found in the hospital room, instead sitting in the arena of the game.

it’s perhaps unsurprising, then, that his life had been decided for him the moment his parents found out he was a boy. his father, a failed baseball player that never could hit a ball as much as he could talk it, pushed his dreams onto hyun the second he walked into the hospital room hours after his birth. he arrived with a signed baseball in hand, calling it a lucky charm.

one year later during his doljabi, hyun grabbed that same ball without hesitation.

the smile on his father’s face that day was the widest it’s ever been, even maybe to this day.

from that point forward, he was determined. every story he told him at night to get hyun to sleep was a baseball one, every toy he got him was either a ball or a toy bat or mitt, every present a samsung lion piece of merch. the moment hyun was able to run consistently, he put a bat in his hands and taught him how to swing it. when hyun was able to think a little more, he taught him how to throw a ball and they’d play catch in the park until his mom had to come drag them home. when he was old enough, he had him join a local tee ball team and baseball became all he knew.

hyun loved it.

on his own accord, he played it endlessly, trained as much as he could, threw pitches at a tattered target pad hooked onto a chain linked fence well into the evening until he was dragged to bed kicking and screaming. he progressed steadily as a promising pitcher, from tee ball to school teams to local daegu youth teams. the coaches would say his future looked bright if he kept at it, and so he did. he kept it up. he pitched and pitched until there was an ache in his shoulder. then he continued pitching through it with gritted teeth and zipped lips when the coaches would ask him if he was alright when his basic fastballs started veering off line.

he kept pitching, stubborn as ever, until physically he could not anymore.

hyun didn’t know he had a labrum or what it was, much less that he could tear it when the doctor told him what was causing the pain. all he heard was that he should take a break from baseball for a few months. a few months too long, if you asked him. but even now hyun’s not sure what was worse: the shattering of his dreams or the look of disappointment on his father’s face.

at thirteen years old, as he was going through many other changes at the same time, all of it was just a little too much. maybe, hyun sometimes thinks, if his father didn’t look so disappointed that day and didn’t speak to him substantially during his rest, maybe he would’ve picked a ball up again after those few months were up and he was cleared. maybe.

but instead, he found music and picked up a mic instead.

he found rap in particular. because the anger in some of it matched his mood, the fire in the verses burned as hot as his head. rap music became his solace, his comfort, his replacement for throwing frustrations out in a fastball clanging against the fence.

as years went by, it became less and less of a replacement and more of a true passion, much to his father’s dismay. they’d gone from attending baseball games together to arguing at the drop of a hat over even the smallest things. he channeled all that anger and frustration of a young teen into beats he mixed on whatever free programs and equipment he could get his hands on. just as he pitched and pitched and pitched, he produced and produced and produced. one mp3 file after the other, all rough beats saved across multiple folders on his computer.

and it was with one of those beats and a scribbled down verse that he auditioned for view.

he had been 15 going on 16 at the time, not expecting much. after the tear, he gave up on dreaming. on looking forward to anything. it had been a friend that told him about the audition and teased him into going just for shits and giggles, and really he did not expect the call. he missed it, even, listening to the voicemail they left a whole day later with a blank expression on his face.

his dad had a similar one when he told his parents about it, but instead of holding a hidden sparkle of hope, it held the same disappointment from that day at the doctor’s. it took a week before he signed it, and within a few days time after, he was out of his little corner in daegu and right in the heart of seoul.

it was jarring, to say the least. to go from a little city in the outskirts of daegu, to a bustling one in the capital. and to go from producing and rapping daily as a fun hobby, to training daily in other fields he had no experience in. dancing was particularly hard for him, a phantom ache in his shoulder imagined by his brain always present. but he chugged along, because maybe he had found a dream again. maybe it was okay to hope.

he continued to hope as the years went on and he made it onto the tentative lineup, staying steady with only one brief slip up when he injured the same shoulder. it had been even more painful this second time, despite the injury itself being much smaller, because it felt like his new dream being crushed by his old one. like salt poured into the reopened wound. he almost quit, again, until he was snapped back into it from another member, something his father never did.

it was with that in mind that he pushed on. and on, and on. until icarus debuted and he was at the forefront.

that meant nothing in the beginning, of course, considering how lackluster their entrance into the scene was. if anything, it made him feel more burdened. his phantom aches came back and insomnia swept him into a vicious cycle of exhaustion and doubt and the slow fade of hope more painful than the first.

before their comeback in 2015, he’d reached his lowest point. wondering if he’d made the right choice, or if he’d wasted his youth away for an unsure thing. after all, everyone knows only a small percent of idol groups break through it all. but, maybe on pure survival mode alone, he pushed through once more. he rapped about being destroyed, and needing someone, and the sun shined on icarus. it enticed him, them, to fly closer and closer.

and so they did. to heights he never would have imagined possible. to heights that made it scary to look down. to heights that felt more burdensome with every new year and every new pair of eyes watching, waiting, expecting. now, he is exhausted. to say the least. he’s been running on two hours of sleep since the moment he signed his life to view.

he is exhausted, but he is prideful, too.

it’s a difficult thing to balance. the pressure and the pride. they both nibble at his brain, infusing him with worries that maybe, it was better to be at the bottom. because at least from there, the only way to go was up. but also at the top, his name is being recognized. produced by hyun. featuring hyun. and isn’t that all he ever wanted? whether on the back of jerseys or in small print in the credits of albums, his name immortalized across the country?

sometimes, he doesn’t know anymore what it is he wants. all he knows is underneath all the pride he wears on his sleeve, there are worries deep rooted that he’ll never live up to expectations.

#dyn.min yoongi #dyn.icarus #dyn.app

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dynamitekrp · 5 years ago

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SEARCHING FOR RAEL . . .

PUBLIC PROFILE

birthday: june 24, 1991 years active: 11

CAREER

2008, first temporary position as rotating intern for bit&boot (makeup, hair, salon) in cheongdam 2011, first offered role as main position staff member 2011, first lead p osition for a photoshoot 2011, first magazine cover styling 2012, hired as a junior stylist for company creative team: general staff 2014, promoted to main stylist for creative team: soloist a 2015, assigned to soloist a team, concept input and styling direction for soloist a “famous” 2019, returns as guest stylist to bit&boot during soloist a hiatus, freelance work with w korea 2019, transferred to view entertainment with soloist a

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Rael pursues a detail oriented and opulent style, with intense focus on the most minute details. Rather than strictly focusing on hair, makeup, and clothing, Rael looks at the whole picture of a scene in addition to the client briefs. Since beginning to work with Soloist A, she’s had the opportunity to expand her horizons further to contribute to the overall creative direction of shoots for in-company media, such as teasers and so on. In that regard, she has found herself very interested in pursuing a future in creative direction, though she does thoroughly enjoy the hands on approach that being a stylist affords her. She got her start working for a major salon and styling company based in Cheongdam, catering to many of the top entertainment companies. As a result, she became known for delivering quality adaptations of client briefs in record time, with impressive flair and attention to the little things that really make a look shine. Expanding thereafter, she moved into working for a single company, alongside the boys of Interstellar and, when his solo launched, soloist A. As a result, much of her professional life has been tailored to developing skillsets that augment the soloists work, creating a cohesion and team work that she worried she would lose when he moved companies. Initially afraid her position would be in jeopardy, she was surprised to find herself offered a position at View alongside the star. Like her client, she’s hopeful that View will afford her more creative freedom and a path towards, someday, a promotion.

BACKGROUND

min rael realizes the power of a smile from an early age. grandmothers coo over her and pat her head and give her sweets, and rael learns how very easy it is to wind someone around your finger.

she likes it.

its her mother who first introduces her to the concept of makeup.

rael watches her mother before conferences, before presentations, before meetings, and she learns.

by the time she is a young woman, the dangerous in-between of teenager and not, rael learns what her mother has already known - that this, all this, is armor.

and it turns out, rael wears armor well.

min rael, however, will not be swayed.

#dyn.bae joohyun #dyn.view staff #dyn.app

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dynamitekrp · 5 years ago

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SEARCHING FOR RIOH . . .

PUBLIC PROFILE

birthday: october 13, 1993 years trained: 1

CAREER

2014, Immortal Song 2 ( 5 episodes ) 2017, Hit the Stage ( winner for s1 ), tv show 2018, The Call ( Pinocchio ), tv show/project song 2018, Reebok Campaign ( Sponsored/photoshoots/commercials ) 2019, The Unit ( mentor )

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The image that Rioh was built into in Interstellar is something half-true and that’s followed him around for most of his career. At the core, he was hardworking. Someone who made it into the group on effort and dance talent. Someone who strictly paved over their vocal flaws. Someone that continuously pushed. It was a nice sort of image to sell the public, especially when you shaved off the less-than-pretty obsessive tendencies hiding back behind the veil. At the start he was meant to be pure, a focus on his career and bandmates. Soft and pretty to match his face, delicate to match his quiet demeanor in front of the camera. As he got older, he grew out of deferring to the default of shy, but his image wasn’t necessarily allowed to grow with him. It chipped off in bits and pieces. A little more self-assured, a little more willing to take charge without trailing behind a group member.

Debuting solo gave him a few more inches of room on that leash. He was still that same pretty boy, but now he was allowed a slight edge. He feels as if his image has stagnated though - known for dancing, but he has been his whole career. He wants to be known as more. Wants to elevate his image under View. Wants to elevate himself and his own art. Expand it into something more stylistic, a broader scope of dance. Wants to take misconceptions and assumptions of himself and rearrange them into a picture he genuinely wants to show the world. He doesn’t care if he keeps some of those labels. Doesn’t care if he’s still looked at under the lens of a dancer, or as androgynous or hardworking. But he wants it all to be more focused, under his own guidance; wants to push boundaries and redefine himself in the industry. To make himself matter. He hopes to get enough leeway within View to reshape how the public see him and to finally be noticed on a broader scale.

BACKGROUND

[ 1 New Voicemail : 10:36AM, Friday ] Hello, we’re calling to inform you that Jo Rioh hasn’t shown up for class this morning. We don’t have a call or letter stating that he’s going to be absent today on record. This is starting to become a habit, and we may have to discuss suspension if this continues. Please call us back at your earliest convenience and we can discuss–

The call cuts off, and silence fills the room. It’s somehow more oppressive than his homeroom teacher’s exasperated voice. Rioh picks his nail under the table and out of sight, one stiff jerk and pain shivers along exposed nerves. He jabs down a finger against split skin to dam at the threat of blood. It’ll no doubt make his mother livid if he picks himself up and excuses himself from her anger.

“How many times has it been now, Rioh?”

A lift of a shoulder, and exactly the wrong sort of move to make. He can only thank the long span of the table stretched between them that she doesn’t knock him upside the head to rattle his brains around his skull. She does it sometimes, like she hopes it’ll make everything rearrange, like she hopes he’ll start acting proper.

There’s a hiss of a noise instead. Breath leaked out between her teeth, her frustration like steam from a kettle, letting it puff out in a controlled cloud before everything boils over.

“What’s the reason this time?” the words are all wadded up between her teeth and hard to pick apart, but it’s been said to him enough times that Rioh knows this whole conversation by heart.

“You’re just not going to talk, is that the game we’re playing? I’m sick of this. I’m sick of-” she has enough personal censor as a parent to cut herself off before she says you. It’s easy to find that lost word though. Rioh prods his nail into raw skin underneath the table, holds in his wince.

“If you’d just spend half the time on your schoolwork as you did on dancing you’d be in the top ranks of your class. This is getting ridiculous.”

Rioh knows this speech too. It’s the…fifth…sixth? Time it’s been laid out all serious in front of him, an intervention meant to redirect him away from a hobby overblown and turned into an obsession. We regret letting you start dance, or we’re going to stop paying for your lessons.

Is it really his fault that school makes him feel like his mind turned into egg yolks threatening to ooze their way out his ears?

Well, probably.

The knowledge that it is doesn’t stop him from sometimes walking right past the front doors of the school and into the dance studio he learns at instead. Usually there’s an empty room he can hide himself in before someone spots him and chases him off while they know he should be in class.

It’s easier to dance. To keep himself occupied, to shift and move until his muscles no longer feel like they’re vibrating inside him. Frenetic energy and the way it wants to twist out of his body, bones with a desire to jump out of his skin. That’s the way it feels like.

And he loves it. He loves it more than his parents want him too. It was meant to be a distraction, a choice between dance and soccer. Something to keep him busy on the weekends.

“What kind of an example are you setting for your younger brother?”

It’s not a good time to point out that he doesn’t really care what kind of an example he sets for his brother. That it seems like they place too big a burden on his own shoulders to over-perform just because they brought him into the world first.

He didn’t ask for that.

It just wells up inside him, a compulsion to prove they need to re-focus on their backup child. To stop expecting him to mold into the image of their ideal son.

Rioh’s fifteen, and he has no real reason to be a truant.

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[ 1 New Message from: MTCo : 7:05AM, Saturday ] TRAINEE EVALUATION - MAIN PRACTICE ROOM 12 PM

When he sings, his voice breaks. It cracks near the back of his throat and comes out lopsided. Rioh covers it up with stubborn determination. The song’s not good for him, but then, he’s just not a great singer.

That wasn’t why they signed him anyway. He got in because of dance.

The hours spent cram-practicing the night before haven’t helped him either. Every so often and a wave of something dizzying and overwhelming hits him, threatens to send him spilling to the floor. The haggard looking trainees in the room with him are in similar circumstance. Trading away health for a few extra hours of practice, trying to curb that distance in skill between them, all cut-throat and looking to one-up each other.

When he finishes, there’s a frown in front of him. There’s always a frown. Someone detailing an itinerary of his mistakes, digging into insecurities and laying them out wide and open for everyone to see.

At some point it’s hard not to internalize it, to turn it into a to-do list. Tries in earnest to beat all those bad habits out of himself. He can only make it so far in a year.

He had spread himself out across audition slots for companies like buckshot freed from a shotgun. A near-malicious desire to prove his parents wrong. To peel himself away from the glue-trap of their desires. He was just lucky a mid-tier company was missing out on a dancer. But half this industry is about luck.

Not that he knew it then.

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[ 1 New Message from: mom : 6:33PM, Saturday ] I’m throwing out your old things. We need the space.

He’s sitting stuffed in a crowded conference room with a handful of other boys selected for the final lineup of Interstellar. The news broken, sent out to families, and plans being stirred around without their input.

Congratulations.

Rioh mouths the word to himself instead of listening to the buzz of conversation dart around the room, eyes trained to his phone screen.

I’m proud of you.

It’s whispered down to his hands as another message vibrates into place.

[ 1 New Message from: mom : 6:35PM, Saturday ] Don’t bother to call.

He’s eighteen, he’s no longer a child.

This doesn’t hurt him.

It doesn’t.

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[ 1 New Message from: unknown : 11:20PM, Tuesday ] Rioh where the fuck are you? Everyone else is waiting in the van.

Everyone has an image. Something painted on pretty and pristine. If the fans knew who they were past it, Rioh wonders if they’d really like any of them. It’s not all fake, but it covers up all those blotchy bad spots.

Hardworking and pure means you won’t catch Rioh slivered out behind the broadcasting building in an alley inhaling down cigarettes. And yet…

Here he is, tongue tasting like tar and crushed filters piled up on the concrete ledge behind him. If he smokes fast enough he’ll leave behind three by the time he lets the door slam shut. His vocal coach might yell at him some more if she knew, but it’s not like his voice can get worse anyway.

He just wants to smooth away all those criticisms with a little extra help. Something that’ll feel nice. Something that’ll keep all that anxiety at bay for a little longer.

He re-reads the text on his phone from a member (he doesn’t know which, none of them are saved), but drops it back into his pocket instead of answering.

What does it matter if he makes them wait? It’s not like Rioh likes them anyway.

It’s not like they appreciated his late entry into the final lineup, skimming by on a year of training and a voice to match.

“They’re just fucking jealous. They can’t fucking dance.”

If he says it enough times, it might make it true.

He scrapes his knuckles raw against the concrete wall on the way to grind down the light of his cigarette.

Tracks back toward the van in preparation to get reamed out by his manager.

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[ 1 New Message from: manager : 5:01AM, Monday ] Did you fall asleep in the practice room again? We have a schedule at 6, where are you?

It’s easy to let things take hold over him. To pry their way into his skull and dictate the way he lives. He spends too long looking up comments about himself. He spends too long trying to correct the imperfections he finds. He spends too long dancing through choreographies he already has committed to muscle memory. He spends too long in the practice room, singing until his nose starts to bleed. Exhaustion spilling over and out of him.

Three comebacks later and the company will wave this like a triumph. Push articles about self-improvement, send him on a vocal-focused variety to prove he can sing, like they might’ve been the ones behind it all.

It’ll be his job to swallow back the bitter knowledge that he did it to himself out of a twisted need for perfection, to prove himself to people who no longer cared about what mark he’d make on the world.

And that just made him want to become impossible to ignore. Wanted the ability to be able to shove himself in front of their faces accomplished and built up on his own merit.

It just warped along the way. Stuck to him in a way that was impossible to shake. An inability to allow himself room to relax.

He still hasn’t learned to let go of that overwhelming need for control.

He’s not satisfied. Despite the nausea pooling like stale sweat at the back of his tongue, and the way his thighs tremble when he shoves himself up from the floor.

He can do it again, at least once more before his manager gets angry.

He finds the time to dry heave for three minutes in the bathroom before he’s picked up for his schedule.

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[ 1 New Message from: MTCo : 3:15PM, Wednesday ] The contract is finalized.

Maybe this should feel like a betrayal, but he can’t find the sympathy for his group mates. Some seem hinged and hanging from disinterest in their promotions. Others refusing to let go of resentment. They talk about themselves like they’re a family on screen or in front of fans, but Rioh’s never found comfort with them. Has never felt at home. Not when he was crammed into a too-small dorm for so many men to be living together, and not when they became successful enough to afford more space, either.

It’s never been easy in dynamic. It’s much easier to pretend then force something genuine.

He wants this though, more than he even wants Interstellar to succeed. That pictures already blurring, out of focus and soon to be lost. But this idea of a solo career? That’s a promise that holds a little more weight. A promise Rioh foolheartedly believes will give him more control over his career. His life.

A deal for four releases, one in Japan. It felt like security at the time.

Especially when the group started to crumble, broke away in fragmented pieces and left Rioh alone.

It didn’t change much.

He’s felt it for his whole career.

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[ 1 New Voicemail from: manager : 4:48PM, Tuesday ] Rioh, I know you’re upset but you can’t just stop responding to everyone. Call me back. You’ll get us both in trouble.

It’s easier to find somewhere equatable to nowhere to hide when he’s angry. When he feels like screaming himself hoarse or knocking things off of tables.

It feels like a waste. A false promise to better things, a trip overseas to film a music video to build his expectations, and then promotions that barely get his efforts off the ground that send them plummeting again. It’s not even something he particularly likes the sound of, this new song. But he did it, he put too much fucking effort into it.

Meaningless.

They don’t want to hear his ideas. They don’t want to incorporate his vision. They tell him they don’t have the budget for more advertisements, or the connections to send him to a show this week.

They don’t want him to step out of the safe boundaries of his known dancing style, and so he doesn’t. But there’s no reward found in following the rules. Just a pretty music video that collects a paltry amount of views. His core fanbase that tries to push him high enough to secure a music show win.

He doesn’t, and that makes him angrier.

They don’t want to listen to that anger. They don’t want to fix his problems.

They want to send him off to Japan to try and make back the money they wasted on his music video.

So they do.

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[ 1 New Voicemail from: View Entertainment : 1:00PM, Monday ] We’re calling to confirm your meeting at 2PM on Wednesday. We look forward to meeting with you.

He leaves.

Why would he stay? Instead Rioh finds somewhere else that promises to listen. His trust is paper-thin and so he gets his desires detailed out in a contract and read six times over by his own lawyer.

He’s sick of it. Being made to do things he hates. Things he doesn’t want to.

He wants to push himself. He wants to recreate himself into this idealized image he’s held in his head since he was a trainee with a list of everything that needed correcting.

The funny thing of it is that he still loves to dance. He still loves music.

He just wants it to be his own.

He won’t settle for less. Not anymore.

It’s contractual.

#dyn.app #dyn.lee taemin #dyn.solo

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dynamitekrp · 5 years ago

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SEARCHING FOR BO …

PUBLIC PROFILE

birthday: june 4, 1999 years trained: 4 position: lead rap, vocal

CAREER

2017, stella beauty cf 2018, maybelline cf 2019, creating an aegyo song on weekly idol (viral moment) 2019. supporting role of high school student kim yoo na in hotel del luna 2020, king of masked singer appearance

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bora seemed to be a step behind the other members of her groups with her emergence following the new, bold concept - hobgoblin. she fit the maknae role, almost too well, having people wondering if she was trying too hard for the sake of the cameras. for a while, she was a cute face to do variety shows with, but struggled to do much more. girl crush concepts were awkward for the young girl, and while some felt she should’ve been implemented during the cuter era, others felt they should’ve waited to debut her until she was better altogether. she had been a confident trainee, but seemed to blend into the background with the other girls, slightly shy and less bold in stage presence. it was only after receiving a good bit of hate for this that things started to take a turn, most prominently during her peek-a-boo era. it was then she began to create her own spotlight for herself, and seemed to mature into violet’s concept out of nowhere. while many love her, nearly just as many are still discontent with her addition. since then, the imprint her cute moments left have impacted her image, and though they stay a prominent part of her career, she’s becoming known to be a more serious maknae for her growing maturity and confidence.

BACKGROUND

im bora was born in the spotlight, in her own way - really. even underneath the bright light of the hospital, as the infant pried her eyes open for the very first time, her mother’s intentional words rang clear, both throughout the hospital and into her own ears.

“ a little star has been born. ”

nothing from the situation was surprising. after all, bora’s mom wasn’t exactly a celebrity, but famous in her own right. im miran - a popular model for skin care commercials, nearly all of seoul’s were filled with the catchy jingle and her kind face, marketing the hydrating masks that bora had a lifetime’s worth of free samples of. but before this, she was sohn miran, the teenage pageant queen of seoul. starting young, she went from local, to national levels, winning over the audiences with her charming smile and timeless beauty. her father, a dermatologist, made the perfect match for her, and often let her lead the house in the way she felt was fair. there was no room but anything for perfection, and with bora’s birth, it seemed she wasn’t willing to end the trend anytime soon. not even out of diapers, bora was thrust into countless beauty competitions, the toddler wearing her many crowns and sashes over her pull-ups. the days were long, her mother was strict, and the competition was fierce, but it was the world that bora had grown up in. what else did she know?

but soon, bora would learn that not everything was going to be pleasant for so long. as she grew, so did her agitation for the hectic schedule her pageant days would bring her. there was no time for fun with friends, no acne spot left untouched, no room left for happiness. a cycle, it was - vocal lessons, instrument lessons, salon appointments. a life seemingly for the rich and glamorous, turned corrupt before she realizes. she tries to initially break free, but her mother’s insistence is enough to cut her rebellion short before it even really started. she’s forced back onto the throne, adorning a crown she’s never really desired.

but bora smiles, does what she’s told, and lives in an internal prison, looking for an escape. that is … until she does. after one of her pageants, she’s stopped by a recruiter, handing her a simple card with the words ag media entertainment on it. bora remembers hearing somewhere that there were certain short moments in life that changed everything. little did she know how true that was going to be.

even now, bora doesn’t know the reason which motivated her to walk into that studio and audition. whether it was her love for idol groups, a way to show her skills differently, or….just escape her mother’s constant bickering. but, one day after school, she skips her vocal lesson without her mother’s knowledge, and instead makes her way to ag’s company building, in hopes of having her true debut. not one filled with stress and tears, as she had on the pageant stage, but one that made her feel like a true princess.

the true shocker, however, is when bora realizes her dream is slowly becoming a reality. after auditioning with a song she often used for talent segments, as well as a poorly improvised dance routine, something must have triggered the evaluators to consider her. after receiving the news, bora sprung into a literal frenzy, elated at the chance to do something that truly made her fulfilled. rather than disappointed and angry as she thought she’d be, her mother surprises her by being incredibly accepting and encouraging. in her eyes, even if it was a different type, her daughter could still be a star. perhaps, a bigger one. as long as she was able to keep living her daughter’s excitement through her, she’d take it.

so, at the young age of fourteen the girl is sprung into a world much like the one she’s lived in for years. though bora is a bright-eyed, optimistic girl still, the pageant life has conditioned her for this moment. at least …. she thinks. she had perfected the spins, the smiles, and the speeches. bora was the epitome of a pageant girl. however, with idol training? she was hopelessly lost. not nearly as strong of a vocalist of the others, and lacking in the strong energy those around her did, the young girl found herself constantly losing herself in the shadows of others. evaluation after evaluation, things seem to be getting worse. she watches as violet, a group she desperately hoped for a space in, went on to debut without her, leaving her in the dust.

little did she know that her time would come a short three years later, when offered the chance to jointhe girl group as a late member. it was something she was definitely not expecting, thinking she had years ago until her call to fame. but the fresh face in the group was both a joy and a disaster to have. many took to her, if nothing but for her looks, enjoying what a new girl could bring to the group’s concept. on the contrary, there were the loyal fans, who swore by a group of only the originals. the constant back-and-forth was something that bora surely wasn’t used to, working to only up the pressure of her newly rising career.

it takes some time, but eventually, as her career as an idol unexpectedly soars, bora slowly finds her own. after the emergence of peekaboo, she’s re-introduced with a sort of charismatic prowess that wasn’t to be expected of the usually childlike female. she becomes more comfortable expanding outside of just group activities, and begins to develop a name for herself. the merging of the two companies is rocky for her, just adjusting and then being forced to deal with change once again. there’s an odd sort of … rivalry she feels against puzzle, scared that they might threaten to ruin her youthful concept. so, she soon becomes colder than what those around her are used to, really working hard to hone her craft and make it to the top. the hate comments she so frequently read begin to fuel her, and she has another sense of renewal. maybe this time, everyone will stop doubting her, and with all the competition in the room she can prove her worth.

once again - a new era, and a new bora.

#dyn.app #dyn.violet #dyn.kim doyeon

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dynamitekrp · 5 years ago

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SEARCHING FOR SUNWOO . . .

PUBLIC PROFILE

birthday: june 26, 1997 years trained: 3 position: main vocal, lead dance, sub rap

CAREER

2016 solo appearance on please take care of my fridge 2017 solo appearance on pilot of socializing champ 2018 my id is gangnam beauty ost, d-day 2019 king of masked singer, sang bad guy by rain 2020 itaewon class ost, start

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sunwoo is the sun icarus flew too close to: golden, bright, warm, but burning, passionate. he is also the energy the sun brings with it, youthful, boyish, reckless, the poster boy for rebellious youth chasing their dreams at full speed. he toes that line between relatable, normal and impossible, untouchable like the stars in the sky. it’s a burdening image to say the least, to appear imperfectly perfect right down to the scar on his face and bouts of shy awkwardness with anyone outside of icarus, and it hasn’t budged much since debut aside from maturing slowly with time. he is meant to be both the perfect idol, a triple threat that somehow does nothing but excel, but more familiar, real, raw. like he’s just being himself, like there isn’t even an image he’s trying to uphold.

and as the youngest in the group and as one who has spent most of his youth with them, he’s also pivotal to their family image as the baby. the youngest sibling full of spirit and endless mischief, the one the rest of them both protect and endlessly tease. he is the classic maknae, the one who can get away with anything he does, the one that’s both endearing and annoying all at once. and they don’t hide how long he’s been with view, how he’s given his childhood to them. they use that as part of the story of how his members raised him. how he’s become who he is now because of them.

BACKGROUND

sunwoo’s life can be separated into three distinct parts: his childhood, the loss of it, and everything thereafter.

i. his childhood / busan, south korea

it had been a hot, humid, bright and sunny summer day in busan when sunwoo was born. foretelling. the waiting room outside was full of aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents waiting patiently for his parents’ first born that they’d tried for years to have. miracle baby, they called him, and treated him as so. with an abundance of love and affection and attention.

this is how oh sunwoo grew up, like a sunflower only ever seeing the sun.

it allowed him the freedom to enjoy many things, from soccer to painting to baseball to video games and reading manhwa’s instead of school books to dancing in the street like the buskers he saw on a brief trip to seoul. but out of everything he did, singing, or rather performing as a whole, was the only thing he would return to over and over.

naturally, it started with just his parents. little toddler sunwoo dancing and singing gibberish for the camera because his mom asked him to. and he’d laugh, and so would they. the warm sound of it memorialized in home-made videos stuffed in a box somewhere. then it became his larger, extended family. aunts and uncles and cousins gathering like they did for his birth, for birthdays and other random family get togethers they would so often have. he’d take center stage, wherever that might have been (from the middle of their tiny living room to the ocean shores nearby). sing for us, sunwoo, they would ask him with a grin on their face and warmth in their voice. and as a child he would oblige happily if it meant seeing their smiles from his ‘stage’, and hearing them coo, ahh, our talented little sunwoo!

as he grew, his audience widened as much as he could let it. starting first with small classroom talent shows, to school-wide ones, to city-wide ones, to competition show judges. and it was there, in the waiting room where he practiced his little twelve year old heart out for hopes of showing up on tv for even a minute, that he received a card and a flyer.

the card read view entertainment, and the flyer read a date and time for auditions.

he hadn’t heard of the company before, but even at twelve years old he knew he had to try.

ii. the loss of it / seoul, south korea

one year later, sunwoo moved to seoul.

his parents came along with him, of course, finding the most affordable small apartment they could for the three of them. it was several bus transfers and stops away from view, but it worked just fine --

-- even if sunwoo wasn’t. not at first. it had been like cold water to his face, the move to seoul. his world that mainly consisted of his family shrunk down to just two.

sunwoo, who never had a shortage of love or never knew what it was like to not be surrounded by others, now felt very much alone. at thirteen, he was younger than most of the existing trainees. and even those that were near his age felt distant, hard to get close to. he kept quiet for the most part, kept to himself. stayed in the corners of the dance room, bowing deeply but not much else when anyone told him to take a break or handed him a towel and a cool bottle of water.

he retreated into himself and focused on training, training, training, until he just couldn’t anymore.

it was a tentative lineup, but what was tentative to a young teen? all sunwoo knew was, he was in it. even if just for that moment, he felt included. he opened up. he lamented with the members about stupid food prohibitions, about the grueling training hours. he hid bags of chips so obviously in his hoodie, plastic crunching with every rushed step he would take towards the practice room.

some of those members came and went, but sunwoo stayed through it all. he’d given up his childhood for hours in a tiny soundproof room singing the same songs over and over and over until the notes became second nature. until he felt maybe, just maybe, the main vocal role wasn’t so tentative any more.

at sixteen, that hunch became reality.

but the reality was bitter. icarus flew no where near the sun.

it felt like that initial move to seoul. like glass shattering. for a boy who debuted because he wanted more love than he could ever realistically hope for, receiving peanuts in return for the years he gave up was heartbreaking.

he retreated again in some ways. he had his members now, had more roots in seoul. but the practice rooms once again became his second home outside the dorm. he slept on the battered couches there more than his own bottom bunk. he felt anxious when he sang on stage and received silence, like it was his fault, that there was something wrong with him. that he just needed to improve, that he needed to change to suit the whims of the fans if that meant they would scream his name from the crowds.

this followed him for years, even as icarus flew closer and closer to the sun. even as more bodies filled their sets, their fanmeets, their concerts that grew in venue size every tour. even as his name started trending on occasion on raven, even as there were fan posts after fan posts cooing over icarus’ very own golden boy. even then. when there even one post lamenting about his gauges getting bigger, he took them out. when there was one comment about him wearing glasses that didn’t suit him, he threw them away and bought contacts. when there was a fan holding his hand during a fansign telling him right to his face that red hair didn’t suit him, he pleaded to stay dark brown for the rest of their comebacks.

he lost himself in his impossible quest for endless adoration.

iii. and everything thereafter / seoul, south korea and hundreds of locations more

it took deleting twitter and forcing himself, under the advice of others, to stop searching his name to find himself again.

it helped that icarus soared so high he had no time to worry about it anymore, too. milestone after milestone taking all his attention instead, new worries filing in and taking over those old ones. what else do i have to do turning into what comes next, if there even is a next?

but with these worries, at least he didn’t have to bear them on his own.

his shoulders were still burdened, but now they were burdened with expectations instead of self-doubt. and he had other members alongside him to help carry the weight.

he still slips up though, his golden boy image slowly cracking along with it. but instead of amending to fit the whims and criticisms, he’s gone the opposite direction. doubling down. getting multiple piercings on his ears, personally bleaching and self-dyeing his hair for a sunwoo vlog, getting tattoos on his knuckles and then even more on his arm when the fans asked him to stop. he’s set his boundaries, even if it means his searches have become tainted.

with all the recent acquisitions and plans for more, however, the company hasn’t been too happy with that. asking him to please, stop causing trouble. to lay low but also to go live more often because so many fans have complained about the lack of his social presence outside of comebacks. to just go back to practicing again instead of trying to take back his youth.

but he is a ticking time bomb, and view knows it.

#dyn.jeon jungkook #dyn.icarus #dyn.app

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dynamitekrp · 5 years ago

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SEARCHING FOR DAWN . . .

PUBLIC PROFILE

birthday: april 3, 1995 years trained: 5 position: lead vocal

CAREER

2017 king of masked singer appearance, “whale hunting” cover 2018 what’s wrong with secretary kim ost, just a little bit more 2019 the crowned clown ost, tell me 2019 pepsi commercial collab “blossom” 2020 hidden singer, panelist (current, multi episode)

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when puzzle debuts, dawon gets a new name. alongside it, she gets a new self. it feels like her stage outfits - ill fitting and poorly suited to her. the polished, youthful elegance of their concept is painted overtop a girl more familiar with bike shorts and skinned knees than lip gloss and tennis skirts. it’s not that she doesn’t look the part. after all the styling, of course she does. she can fake it too - smiles sweetly and brightly on stage, easily enough sacrifices her dignity for aegyo. but it never feels right, never fits. she fidgets against the constraints every so often, pushing at the envelop here and there.

years pass and her image matures- ostensibly, it grows along with her growth, but even this in itself is a lie. she’s heard somewhere that you end up frozen emotionally at the point at which you became famous, and at least for herself she wonders if this isn’t true. so much of her still feels like she did back then. overeager, brash, over enthusiastic, entirely too desperate to be loved and to feel certain in that love. she’s chasing a high each day that passes, seeking validation in the eyes and on the lips of strangers.

it’s a catch twenty two, to be loved as dawn and to know that dawn is loved, and to know also and irrevocably that she is not dawn, that she is something wilder and less polished. she hides behind a facade of quiet elegance to disguise the fact that she says the wrong thing at the wrong times, sticks her foot in her mouth as much as anyone - more even. they play up an elegant actress beauty and she hides inside it like a cloak, loved for this image of someone with a mysterious charm. the reality of dawon is much less impressive, an awkward girl who had never been given time or opportunity to grow into herself, a duckling struggling to find her footing, not yet the swan that lisn would claim her to be.

in time, dawn flourishes. she becomes used to the cameras. a late bloomer, maybe, she grows into the name, that fresh and soft brightness, that promising youthfulness. she’s all the energy of a brand new day and all the softness of early morning bird song. she’s quippy and bright and she learns to strike the balance between funny enough to get air time and so over the top that it’s going too far. dawn does better and better, growing into her costume after all these years. her voice trains up, becomes fuller and more even, stable and clear. she becomes more marketable, more recognizable, and in turn more sought after.

as for dawon, no one thinks all that much of her.

BACKGROUND

picture this: you’re fourteen years old, with skinned knees and a grass stained tennis skirt, bike shorts underneath. your bike itself is at home - you took the bus here, skateboard under your arm. now, it rolls beneath your feet, a clatter-bump over the asphalt as wind rushes through your hair. there isn’t an anime-protagonist character bandaid on your cheek to cover a cut, but there is a scrape half scabbed, hidden on your temple, and when you brush your hair tonight (five quick sweeps that rip through your hair before you tumble onto rumpled sheets) you’ll probably pull the rest off, leaving a smear of blood. your t-shirt is your older brother’s and it’s two big, three seasons too old to be cool.

but you’re happy. wind burns your cheeks and whips through your hair. you can smell the sunlight as it beats down against the pavement, refracting off the delicate, fractal waves of the han, stretching out beside you.

the world feels like it could still mean something, like you could have a purpose here.

it’s that feeling so many young adults have, the feeling of being a protagonist, someone who might have a reason to be alive, rather than simply living as part of cosmic circumstance. as if you might matter.

this feeling of self importance is naive.

this hopeful and passionate worldview is dangerous.

it makes you out to be more than you are.

this is the picture of jung dawon when she is first approached, in her hometown of seoul, at a skate park along the side of the river, by a casting agent for view entertainment. she’s never had a reason not to believe in something better for herself. she’s a child born into positive enough circumstance - a single mother, widowed, by a man she remembers in shadows and the warm impression of his voice. an older brother, doting but overbearing, who looks out for her. she gets decent grades at school, she has a cluster of equally well meaning but underperforming friends, and life is good. youth stretches before her like an endless summer day, with all the promise in the world.

so when they tell her she’s beautiful, that she’s graceful, and has she tried dancing? can she sing, at all? when she confidently replies “in the shower, sure” with all the wit of a fourteen year old girl and when they laugh nicely along with the joke, it seems like a fairy tale. and that fairy tale seems like her birthright.

she’s always felt different, she tells herself as she skates home, wind rushing past her ears. she’s always known she was meant for something different, something better. this is it, she thinks, holding the business card in her hand that night, under the shadowed canopy of a mosquito net, a not-quite decoration for a not-quite princess. this changes everything.

and, honestly, it does.

view entertainment accepts her with open arms and her training begins. what seems promising at first becomes gruelling, what seems like a bright future turns dark, and scandal blots out the time she’s spent clawing her way forward with the company. in the end, she’s traded to lisn like an old toy, a hand me down dress passed on to the next in line.

lisn trainees resent her, she thinks, resent the two of them, for coming in late to the game, for sweeping into the lineup. so what, they’ve had more time to train. they weren’t even cast by the company, not formally. this is where the imposter syndrome begins. lisn had clearly been seeking out a certain kind of girl - delicate and lovely, strong and elegant. dawon would not describe herself as any of these things, though not for lack of trying. if she’s not dancing or skating she might as well be falling on her face, and she loses her glasses almost as much as she loses her phone. she’s a disaster on two legs, she has trouble making friends, and half the time she’s too cooped up in her dorm or in the practice room to try.

debut is hard.

they tell her it will be hard, but it’s worse than she had ever imagined. it’s exhausting right out of the gate- even before that, starting with the diet they put them on to get them slimmed down for the music video, and dawon is lightheaded and spiralling off stage. no one cares, of course - they all are. she starts to wonder if she’d ever even really wanted this at all, if this had been a good plan.

but it’s too late to turn back now, she’s got seven years on her contract and a world of performing and struggling ahead of her. time is kind to puzzle. debut goes well and things only look up after that. slowly, dawon settles into dawn. for awhile, she loses herself. it’s a blur of days, of practice, of obsessively reading every comment she can find about them, about her. it’s vocal training until she’s raw and ragged, it’s dancing until her knees lock up, it’s dragging herself from schedule to schedule until she’s on an iv drip.

time passes, and she grows. she bears up under the pressure with a resolute and stubborn tenacity. she claws herself up after each set back and oh, there are many. she dedicates herself to her group, to her image, to her lies. to the picture of a girl like the dawn, dew fresh and blue skies clear. soft sunlight and the distant, abating mist. the buyout is sudden, for her, so tunnel vision focused on the present that she barely thinks of the future, hanging on from one day to the next. going back to view should feel like a triumphant return, but all she can remember is how these halls had once held so much hope for her, of how different the world had been back then. brighter, warmer, clearer. the future had seemed so simple. work hard and then succeed - how could she have imagined such a simple world to be true? it had been the story told her at bed time and by teachers, that anyone can succeed with effort, that she was special, that she was meant for great things. but now, in upheaval and uncertainty, dawon knows that no one was meant for anything. dawon knows, most of all, that she knows nothing. staring, aching-limbed and exhausted at the darkness of the ceiling, she can’t help but wonder.

had she really wanted this? had she known, back then when she’d signed her youth away, what she wanted at all?

#dyn.app #dyn.puzzle #dyn.kim jisoo

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