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To non-members: please do not submit apps to this account from here on out; rather, send them to the new main here where all members of the admin team are able to review them. Thank you!

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Hey, everyone! I hate to be the bringer of bad news, but alas, here I am. 

Due to unforeseen circumstances, almost the entire admin team was somehow locked out of the main account and unable to log back in, both on desktop and on mobile. Because of this, we ask all of you to now follow THIS ACCOUNT instead, and direct all questions and queries from here on out over there instead of here. 

( Despite the whole debacle, by some stroke of luck, just a couple of admins are still able to log in to this main, and have therefore been able to transfer everything over before we all completely lose access. ) 

To non-members: the admins who are able to still access this account have taken note of reserves, reserve passwords and apps ( accurate as of the most recent incoming post ). These reserves still stand and a duplicate incoming post will be posted to the new main to keep you updated.

We apologise wholeheartedly for the inconvenience!

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Until 6/24 

Gong Seungyeon — Actress Park Sooyoung, Joy — Red Velvet

Until 6/25

Bang Sungjoon — Actor Moon Hyuna — (Former) Nine Muses*

Until 6/26

Park Chaeyoung, Rose  — Blackpink Park Jimin — BTS Park Jinyoung — GOT7  

Pending

Choi Jinri — Actress ( received ) Choi Minho — SHINee ( reviewing ) Isabella Peschardt — Model ( reviewing ) Kim Jiwon, Bobby — iKON ( reviewing ) Kim Yulhee — Laboum ( messaged ) Mizuhara Kiko — Actress ( received ) Park Sojin — Girls Day ( reviewing ) Son Naeun — Apink ( messaged )

Remaining spots: 1

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mwf?

The admin team has answered this question here, but to the members of the rp: feel free to add to the list by replying to this ask with any faces you’d like to see around here!

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hi, i just thought i'd let you know that on the masterlist, the jeon wonwoo and jeon jungkook links are the same and the park jaehyung link isn't working! xx

My bad. Thanks for pointing this out!

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Until 6/23

Jang Seungyeon —  clc*

Until 6/24

Choi Jinri — Actress* Gong Seungyeon — Actress Mizuhara Kiko — Actress** Park Sooyoung, Joy — Red Velvet

Until 6/25 

Bang Sungjoon — Actor  Moon Hyuna — (Former) Nine Muses*

Pending

Choi Minho — SHINee ( reviewing ) Isabella Peschardt — Model ( reviewing ) Kim Jiwon, Bobby — iKON ( reviewing ) Kim Yulhee — Laboum ( messaged ) Park Sojin — Girls Day ( reviewing ) Son Naeun — Apink ( reviewing )

Remaining spots: 3

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Until 6/22

Choi Minho — SHINee** Park Jimin — BTS  Park Sojin — Girls Day**

Until 6/23

Choi Jinri — Actress Jang Seungyeon —  clc* Mizuhara Kiko — Actress*

Until 6/24

Gong Seungyeon — Actress Moon Hyuna — (Former) Nine Muses Park Sooyoung, Joy — Red Velvet

Pending

Isabella Peschardt — Model ( received )  Kim Jiwon, Bobby — iKON ( received ) Kim Yulhee — Laboum ( received )  Son Naeun — Apink ( received )

Remaining spots: 3

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Summer is the season of music festivals in Seoul, and the time has finally arrived for Nomadic to come back to Mapo-gu.

Nomadic features music in almost every genre imaginable—rock, hip-hop, metal, folk, electronic, experimental, and more—and its schedule highlights this diversity each year. All of your favorite locally owned bars and venues in Hapjeong, Sangsu, and Hongdae have cleared out room for live concerts on Friday and Saturday. Barhop your way from show to show and enjoy the tap takeover by Korean microbreweries such as Magpie, The Booth, and Ark. 

Please note that all shows are 19+ and ID will be checked at the door.

If you’d like to participate in this event and be randomly paired with another member, please like this post before Sunday, June 25th (12am KST). The event will start after the pairs are posted and will span from June 25th to July 1st. You’re welcome to continue your threads after the event ends, but please refrain from posting new threads in relation to the event after that. Have fun!

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( We thought we were running away from the grown-ups, and now we are the grown-ups. )

Name: Evan Park Age: 25 Occupation: Record Store Employee

i. SEOUL, winter of ’92.

           snowfall and chilly winds. hot tea and hotteok. scarves and snow boots.

these are the said associations of the general population for the cold winters of seoul, but for park jinhyung and bae woohee, they will only ever associate winter with the birth of their pride and joy; their son that they will come to name park jaehyung.

jaehyung’s first cry is melodic and it echoes throughout the ward, his cries bouncing from wall to wall.

“you have a healthy baby there, m’aam.” says the nurse, a smile spreading on both his parent’s lips.

but then their eyes lock and their smiles begin to fade. it had been a journey to get where they are now, the multiple moments of disappointment when the pregnancy test turned negative all leading to this—this moment where they could hold the love of both their lives.

jaehyung is only a few hours old and he’s already felt more love than his parents have ever felt for each other.

ii. SAN FRANCISCO, spring of ’97.

the scent of fresh flowers and the radiance of the sun. the shuffling of feet against concrete and the sound of car engines on the street. the distinct noise of a baseball hitting a bat and the slight trickle of rain against glass windows.

at five years old, jaehyung has seen more of the world than most others of the same age that he knows. in the short five years that he has breathed in the world, he has also seen more of life than the rest of his peers. he doesn’t understand why his mother had always been crying, he doesn’t understand why his father always seemed so angry, he most definitely doesn’t understand why on one seemingly quiet night, his mother decides to pack their belongings and head out the door.

‘their belongings’ meaning only his and his mothers.

“jaehyung-ah, we must go now. here…isn’t good for us—for me.”

his mother’s voice is soft and had he been old enough to tell, he would have realized she had been holding back tears as she held him in her shaky arms, limbs loosely and weakly hanging around his tiny frame.  

( he never sees his father again after that. )

at age five, jaehyung takes his first airplane and enters the western world of san francisco as evan park.  

at age five, park jaehyung ceases to exist.  

iii. NEW YORK, summer of ’02.

           coffee and fresh toasted bread. horns honking and crosswalks dinging. phones ringing and pens scratching paper.

a job opportunity lands both his mother, and of course evan in tow, in the hustle and bustle of new york city, the city of dreams where you can be anyone you like.

the two have a morning routine of getting breakfast at a quaint café just at the corner of their cramped apartment before evan is then dropped off at school and his mother proceeds to go to work.

“mom, why did we have to move from korea?”

( the question is finally asked. )

there is an innocence to evan’s voice, the slightly raised tone at the end of a sentence alongside the hushed tone proves that he is unsure of whether he should ask or not. but he does regardless, because when little ten-year-old evan park needs to know something, he must know it.

he watches as his mother freezes up, her fingers tightening around the silver spoon she had been using to stir her coffee—two creams, no sugar—knuckles almost white and her expression sour. if his mother had been a fruit then, she would have been a lemon; sour, tangy, and all up in your face.

“we don’t speak of korea, evan.”

simple. her answer is simple yet it is the tone of her voice that cuts to his core, the ice-cold monotone sound that he has only ever heard once before in his life; the last night he spent with both his parents.

he’s about to delve deeper, ask more questions about a seemingly innocent topic, but before he can do so he is picked up from his seat and ushered towards the door. “we’ll be late!” says his mother.

they were half an hour early to school.

iv. PARIS, fall of ’10.

the scent of freshly baked baguettes and the sound of chairs scratching against floors. the jingle of the doorbell and the rustle of pages of a book turning. the sound of fingers against keyboard keys and the hushed tones of people speaking into their phones.

“bonjour, comment ça va?”

“ça va bien, et tu?”

“ça va bien, merci.”

paris serves as a new beginning for one evan park whose life has been nothing but ups and downs, moving from place to place and never seeming to understand what home really means. he had been reluctant to bid his mother farewell but who is he to reject an offer from conservatoire de paris, a prestigious music school located in arguably the greatest location for muse to bloom? he thinks it will be the beginning of the greatness he is destined to be but he should know by now that life never follows a smooth path.

“mr. evan park?” inquires the voice on the other end of the phone, sounding rushed yet calm.

“this is him. who is this?”

“we’re calling from coney island hospital regarding your mother bae woohee.”

the pronunciation is off but evan hardly registers it. in fact he hardly registers the rest of the phone call. the next thing he registers is the airplane ride, then the cab from john f. kennedy airport to the hospital, the white walls enveloping him the second he steps into the building. everywhere he looks there seem to be families crying over those they have lost and he sure hopes he won’t have to be in their position.

but of course, nothing ever goes as planned.

evan park is on his own at eighteen, the last of his known family disappearing.

“bonjour, comment ça va?”

“ça va bien, et tu?”

“ça va bien, merci.”

he is not doing well.

v. AUSTRALIA, winter of ’14.

warmth and the smell of fresh cut grass. games on the television and crunches of potato chips. gentle waves and the lax beach.

winter approaches australia faster than evan had seen it coming, and before he knows it he’s packing his belongings once more. four years in one place is four years too long, he thinks.

after the death of his mother in a tragic drunk driving accident evan escaped to the opposite side of the world, secluding himself in the shelter of accents and surfboards in little ol’ australia. he stands out without a doubt. it isn’t his bright blonde hair ( there are far too many blondes around ), it isn’t his american accent when speaking english ( ever heard of tourist central? ), funnily enough, it’s the pair of ugly tortoise-shell patterned glasses he adorns. he hates them, to be quite frank, but he wears them because they’re a gift from his mother. his now very dead mother.

evan wears the glasses to the airport, head turning his way as he strides through the vast building, weaving in and out of groups of bodies. he approaches the desk labeled with the red and blue sign of korea air, gently placing his passport on the counter and lugging his luggage onto the scale. he hears a faint chuckle from his right and when he looks up, it is none other than the female behind the counter.

“it’s the glasses, isn’t it?”

she only nods with another sheepish laugh, proceeding to begin the check-in process.

evan laughs too, genuinely, for the first time in what seemed like ages.

korea here i come.

vi. SEOUL, spring of ’17.  

           the cherry blossoms and the pastel colours. the soft tunes from the radio and the soft giggles of little children. the click of cameras and the strumming of guitars.

three years. that is the length of time he has been home, albeit a home he doesn’t recognize. seoul has changed from when he was a mere little boy, or perhaps it is he that has changed. park jaehyung—who stands as evan park—is twenty-five this year and as he stands on the roads of hongdae looking out at the crowds walking happily, the corners of his lips unconsciously turn downwards.

evan is happy, but is he really happy?

working at a hipster record store in the middle of hongdae has its perks, he supposes. he gets to listen to the music he enjoys and witness the people passing by the store, each having their own story. twenty-five-year-old evan park is letting his life pass by right before his eyes as he spends his days organizing, then re-organizing, the display of old records that most fail to appreciate anymore.

but it’s alright because he’s home, and nothing is more important than home.

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hello, could i please reserve bobby of ikon under the password blossom?

I’m sorry, we currently have no openings and already have a reservation for Bobby.

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Komatsu Nana Lim Bora

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We’ve updated our rules for activity and will be strictly enforcing them as there are limited spaces within the group and we want it to be fair for everyone. Activity checks are to be conducted as regularly scheduled, and we highly advise everyone to reread what constitutes as activity if they wish to remain in the group.

We also want to remind everyone to be inclusive of everyone, whether it’s through plotting, threads, or memes. We want everyone to feel included, and we’ve received some concerns about bubble roleplaying as well as face chasing and will not tolerate it in any sense. If we notice it continues, we will privately contact whoever we or other people have noticed doing this.

If you have any other questions or concerns, feel free to send us a message. Happy roleplaying!

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can i reserve joy from red velvet?? password: 언니

I’m sorry, we actually got a reserve right before you submitted this and we also already have a Joy reserve. We might have some spots opening up tomorrow, so please check again then if you’re still interested.

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Until 6/21

Kim Junmyeon, Suho — EXO Kim Yuna — Athlete** Minatozaki Sana — Twice* Park Bogum — Actor** Park Sooyoung, Joy — Red Velvet** Park Sunyoung, Luna  — f(x)

Until 6/22

Choi Minho — SHINee** Mizuhara Kiko — Actress Park Jimin — BTS Park Sojin — Girls Day** Son Naeun — Apink**

Until 6/22

Choi Jinri — Actress  Jang Seungyeon —  clc* Kim Jiwon, Bobby — iKON Kim Yulhee — Laboum

Pending

Isabella Peschardt — Model ( messaged )

Remaining spots: 0

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( We thought we were running away from the grown-ups, and now we are the grown-ups. )

Name: Park Chaemin Age: 22 Occupation: Karaoke Room Attendant & DJ

( i. )

He can’t remember a time from his youth in which he wasn’t angry. He came out of the womb with his fists clenched, and they remained as such for years. It stemmed from deep within him — somewhere foggy in his mind that he couldn’t quite reach. A child cannot be expected to understand that their tantrums are unwarranted; a child can’t possibly know how to control their outbursts. Everything he did, he did nonstop. Talking, fidgeting, absolutely bouncing off of the walls.  Aged five, the doctors diagnosed him with ADHD. His mother wept. His father worried about familial reputation. Pills haven’t been out of his life since.

( ii. )

His parents hated noise, hated mess, hated anything that wasn’t the norm. His father, an esteemed college professor, his mother, an accountant for a large legal firm — both wishing deep down their son had been born “normal,” whatever that means. The all-seeing eyes of a judgmental society brought about resentment for their only son. Lack of focus led to horrendous marks in grade school. They forced him into extensive tutoring as he begged to deaf ears for music classes.

( iii. )

Drumming came as naturally to him as breathing. He first tried it aged eight, in a music store down the street from school. Perpetually clenched fists unfurled to hold sticks, to bang out the anger swirling within his mind on a set. The first time he played, he could feel the relief wash over him like a wave. Hyperactivity turned into music, attention fully focused on the weight of the sticks in his hands. His parents hated it — they would’ve preferred classic piano, violin. Something less noisy, less disruptive.

Less like their son.

He played anyway.

( iv. )

His sister was, to his parent’s knowledge, the textbook definition of normalcy. Even he thought so, for most his life. She was intellectual, focused, organized — everything he wasn’t, wrapped up in a humble little parcel. But as they grew, he became the confidant for her woes. Parental pressure, school pressure, romantic pressure. In particular, the boy responsible for the bruises running up and down her arms.

The latter was the only woe he could alleviate, as he made certain that boy would never come near her again.

( v. )

He got into boxing in high school. Drumming worked for releasing anger, but boxing helped him learn to control it. He’d had a thirst for the fight ever since he had helped his sister, anyway.

Nostrils caked in dried blood, purple bruises blooming on fair skin, knuckles torn to shreds.

He thought it made him look pretty damn cool.

( vi. )

Age eighteen, exam results. Surprise, surprise — nothing but mediocrity all around. His father pushed to get him into college, but he wasn’t particularly interested. He knew what the intensity of higher education was doing to his sister. He dipped the moment he graduated, using what little savings he had to move into a cruddy apartment in the city. It was rough, dirty, and in a particularly nasty area. In a word: home.

( vii. )

Beep. Beep. Beep.

“Chaemin. It’s your mother. I know it’s been awhile… we have terrible news.”

He doesn’t attend his sister’s funeral.

( viii. )

He’s twenty-two now. The city brought forth a different sort of rhythm in his heart. His full drum kit is often swapped for electronic, a new life of high rises & neon swapping his jazz tendencies for more dance oriented vibes.

He has a part timer at a karaoke bar down the street, with sporadic gigs DJing sprinkled here and there. Street fights are an occasional money maker, though he finds fighting doesn’t appeal to him as much as it used to. His music has changed as well. It’s softening, mellowing — it terrifies him. Even the EDM that began as an output of his turmoils has become more tranquil. Without the constant unleash of rage onto a bloodied drum kit, he’ll be forced to acknowledge the toxic mess swirling in his head, and he’s not quite ready to do that.

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( We thought we were running away from the grown-ups, and now we are the grown-ups. )

Name: Kwon Haein Age: 24 Occupation: Office Assistant & Part-Time Model

her mother is the daughter of humble restaurant owners, she aggressively studies her way up the ladder grabbing scholarships after scholarships without any reliance upon her parents. starting from the bottom she is now a sublime prosecutor - well-spoken, polite and calm but also so dangerous in how strong she was when it came to her strong sense of justice. fierce, calculating she knew how to manipulate evidence to enhance her theories. her father is the son of an insurance company, but chimerical as he is, he only dips his hands into its stocks and leaves the rest to his little brother, the newly labelled heir, as reluctant as the other may be. looking for something more exciting instead, he becomes an actor, more interested in joining a life of glamour than to float in the world of business. they say opposites attract - the two meet as acquaintances at a party as each plays their own games. off the court, they form a unique friendship in their strive for the curious and the friendship turns into a rendezvous that ends with family meeting family & finally an elaborate ceremony that binds the two of them together for eternity.

first comes her older brother then comes her, kwon haein. patriarchy is an ironic thing that crafts the two of them in the society of their falsely glistening world, there is none which exists in the little girl’s household. instead, it is a world of predator after predator, her brother and she are both raised to be feral, to be like the wolves and the lynxes which roam the country which they call home. striving, living becoming words in their dictionary only once they reach the top of their class. but her parents never say the word ‘proud’. no, only a war zone exists since as far as her memories can trickle back. her parents tell her she must trust nobody, not even her family, that she must live upon lies. they make sure she doesn’t fool herself into trusting them by tricking the child since young. nobody can hurt with lies, but the truth will always sting. so she must manipulate until her entire persona is a well-crafted mask. become independent.

but for a child who still struggles to cling upon the freedom, the sweetness that comes with youth, she is still a nymph frolicking her way around emeralds and sapphires, unwilling to metamorph her world into charcoal and ashes. her mother comes to realise that the girl is unable to polish herself into becoming the top of the class for long. so instead she asks her father for help instead.  her father quickly signs her up as a model. doe-eyed, determination running through her veins, she answers every plea, a meticulous overture as small feet go pitter-pattering like rain upon the runway. it’s all bliss, merriment in paradise, good genes gracing her. they invite her further when she reaches the right age, to become an idol, to sing and dance on the stage as a soloist once she becomes popular. it is perhaps ironic that it is during the height of her popularity that she comes to realise how much she detests the world she has come to find herself in. fake friends, a constant air, the tireless nights of diet. she was done.

the girl is sixteen. during the last day of her tour, she throws everything around her into a distorted mess by announcing her retirement. her parents seethe with anger. her brother, however, is on her side, a strong hand on her back as support as she decides what she actually wants to do next. eventually, the decision becomes clear. she decides the celebrity life, the glamour is no longer for her and she moves to where her grandparents are. to the quieter part of seoul, hapjeong. fame begins with rumours and gossip, excessive interactions but soon all of that dies down. there she becomes simply just a student and there she works part-time at her grandparents’ restaurant. a part of her debates on going back into her idol life after a brief hiatus, but she comes to find comfort in the city and all its oddities.

she eventually decides to stand precariously on the fence that makes her former and current life. she still models, but she focuses mainly on pursuing a degree in business at the university. afterwards, she finds herself working as an assistant at the municipal government, a new source of excitement running through her veins as she braces herself for a new experience once more.

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Ex/Would-have-been-baby-daddy for Min Hyorin

plot details

age: close in age or slightly older; hyorin was born in ’86, so anyone between 30 and 36 is game

timeframe: they would have been together when hyorin was in university somewhere between 2004 and 2008

location: would have been in the united states (boston/cambridge); would be preferable if your muse was in some way involved in academia or relatively high-status white-collar work

overview: the two were very much in love and in nearly every way compatible partners; hyorin tested positive for pregnancy at the tail end of her junior year; familial pressure from both ends resulted in an abortion at the third month; continued their relationship with plans to marry within the next two years; career differences (hyorin was to relocate to seoul for work; what the circumstances may have been for your muse are up to you) led to their eventual breakup; left on fairly good terms but have failed to keep in touch over the years; however! your muse is now back in seoul for the long-term oh o ho hoooo

development: not sure exactly where this would go from the initial setup/backstory; am pretty open to anything and everything

face claims: not particular about faces, so long as the ages match up to the aforementioned bullet. i do have a few suggestions if you’re in need of them (year born, international age):

kang dongwon (1981, 36) lee dongwook (1981, 35) lee junki (1982, 35) joo jihoon (1982, 35) lee jehoon (1984, 32) lee minki (1985, 32) yoo ahin (1986, 30) kim youngkwang (1987, 30) seo inguk (1987, 29) choi seunghyun/top (1987, 29)

please reach out to me via tumblr im if you have any questions! thanks for reading.