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bc entertainment » lily

HAYI lead vocal, lead dancer, & rapper 1995 june 6

character information

faceclaim: kim jennie, member of blackpink

legal name: song hayi

stage name:

pronouns: she/her

birth date: 6 june 1995

hometown: jeju-do south korea

position: lead vocal, lead dancer, rapper of lily

established career claims: 270+15

variety / 165

20130908. single guest appearance in running man (ep 237 hani ref) + 5

20140128. single guest appearance in cool kidz on the block (ep 115 hani ref) + 5

20140518. single guest appearance in running man (ep 275 hani ref) + 5

20141115 - 20141206. multiple episode guest appearance in off to school (ep 36-39 hani ref) + 15

20160221. single guest appearance in problematic men (ep 138 hani ref) + 5

20161002. single guest appearance in running man (ep 448 hani ref) + 5

20161117. single guest appearance in happy together (ep 553 mijoo ref) + 5

20170202. single guest appearance in happy together (ep 576 mijoo ref) + 5

20170625 - 20170924. main cast short term spot in hyori’s homestay s1 (iu equiv) + 30

20171210. single guest appearance in running man (ep 500 mijoo ref) + 5

20180204. single guest appearance in running man (ep 513 mijoo ref) + 5

20180526. single guest appearance in unexpected q (ep 4 mijoo ref) + 5

20180608. single guest appearance in i live alone (ep 247 hwasa ref) + 5

20181106-20181221 main cast short term spot in village survival the eight (jennie equiv) + 30

20200405. single guest appearance in my little old boy (ep 285 mijoo ref) + 5

20200608. single guest appearance in video star (ep 197 mijoo ref) + 5

20200827 - 20200910. multiple episode guest appearance in delicious rendezvous (ep 39-41 sunmi ref) + 15

20220403. single guest appearance in running man (ep 532 mijoo ref) + 5

20220710. single guest appearance in running man (ep 571 mijoo ref) + 5

fashion and modeling / 120

201808 - 201902. six month korean non-luxury ambassador contract (subway) + 30

201906 - 201912. six month korean non-luxury ambassador contact (everland carribean bay) + 30

202005 - 202011. six month korean non-luxury ambassador contract (treuves palette lenses) + 30

202201 - 202207. six month korean non-luxury ambassador contact (kaesukang lotte chilsung) + 30

biography

triggers: mentions of child neglect, mentions of possible abortion

it’s difficult to swim in the ocean admits a storm. the current pulling against you as you attempt to swim to shore, the waves crashing against you so harshly your lungs fill of turbulent water, your body tires out and feels at the brink. it doesn’t matter that the ocean was once calm, serene, and felt safe, because when the storm comes, they’re both your enemy. in the end, there’s only one way to survive: keep your head up out the water.

in this tale, the ocean: jay song, father and the storm: lee miyoung, mother.

“but i don’t want to be married.” “and i didn’t want to be knocked up at nineteen, yet here we are. the idiot and the whore. if you want me to keep it, we have to get married.”

it takes two bodies, a generous amount of liquor, and a few smooth words to make a child - and it takes fearful teenagers, judgmental parents of said teenagers, and desperation to make a home. it’s her father who wants her, but her mother who raises her. some days it felt like she was living in two homes instead of one (though both were barely keeping it together, cracks in the walls and holes covered up by whatever pretty thing laid around). when swimming in the ocean during a storm, both the sea and the wind play a part in the fight to shore. but there were times the sun peaked through, moments of rest where it was possible to catch a breath or two before it started anew.

her mother nagged, screamed, and couldn’t be bothered to raise a child but there were moments it was just the two of them at the dinner table eating in silence but peering at each other between glances. her father coddled, taught her music, how to dance, how to (sort of) sing, and took her overseas to the states every summer but six of the twelve months in the year she was lucky to see him in passing.

for a little, it was okay. lee miyoung spent more time out with friends and pretending to live as a non-parental college student than being a mother, but it meant that song hayi grew up independent. she knew to cook, she knew to get herself to school and back, she knew that a bedtime wasn’t necessary and she could stay up watching all types of dance videos and listening to all kinds of music. jay song spent more time focused on dance and chasing a dream than being a father, but it meant song hayi grew up resilient. she knew how to dance before she could walk, she knew how to go after what she wanted, and she didn’t give up on anything (not even trying to beat stinky, ugly, annoying kim seunghyun in gym everyday).

in this tale, they tried and tried and tried.

“you can’t keep taking my child away from me. what if i wanted to make plans with her?” “suddenly? you’ve never once complained in the last five years, in fact i’m sure you’ve thanked me a few times.” “well now i’m saying i want her here for the summer. while we’re at it, i want a divorce.”

perhaps that little home had never been home, but jeju had been. her mother could rave about busan all she wanted (and really, what did she expect hayi to believe when her mother was native to the city and still found a way to leave it miles behind) but at ten years old, she knew better. the move is the hardest part about the divorce, not the fact that her mother and father were no longer together (because, truly, they never had been) nor the fact that her mother had won custody over her (seriously, she hadn’t expected a man who isn’t even in the country for more than half the year to be given full parental rights) but the fact that she was starting from scratch. in a way, that’s exactly what had happened.

it’s as if her mother became a new person overnight, suddenly concern over what her daughter ate in the morning (and for lunch, and dinner!) and caring about what outfit her daughter was leaving the house in (the shopping trips had not been fun, no matter how much she loved fashion). from couldn’t be bothered to overbearing, it was suffocating. her father moved to seoul, not wanting to be anywhere near busan but close enough to visit (”it’s only four hours!”) but besides two more summers together in california and a few trips to seoul on the weekends, it was a miracle if her mother let her out of her sight.

in this tale, divorce is just as messy and raw.

“unity?” “our leader was trying to be clever, since we have a lot of foreigners in the crew. just ignore the name, do you want to join us?”

her mother hates that she dances, but she can’t stop her. hayi doesn’t know if it’s because she thinks it’s below her or because it reminds her of her ex husband or because there’s a sinking reality that her daughter is turning out to be more and more like her father even without his presence. she doesn’t know, and she doesn’t care to find out. she dances. because it’s what has always felt like home, because it’s what always were those few breaths of calm during the storm, and just because she feels alive when she does it. she’s good at it, be it genetics or passion or hard work. that’s how she finds a little dance crew of twenty five kids (ages fourteen to twenty, so they’d argue they’re really not kids) at the age of twelve. for some it’s a hobby, for some it’s a dream they want to make reality, for her it’s chance after chance after event after event to grow.

in this tale, family is found.

“why do i have to do this?” “you don’t have to. i won’t force you to audition. but, this is a huge opportunity for you. you’re talented. so talented, hayi. you deserve to do more with your talent than just be in our little crew.” “i love our crew.” “we will always be here. don’t you at least want to see what could happen?” “i guess.”

they ask her name and her age. comment that she’s the youngest at today’s audition. perhaps it’s meant to be a shock factor, or a fear factor, maybe they say it because they’re impressed, for once with the light blinding her face she isn’t able to read theirs, but it does nothing to her. she’s used to being the youngest, the smallest in a room. she’s the youngest in the crew, she says. they smile, the type of smile adults give when children amuse them. she doesn’t particularly like it but she knows not to do or say anything about that, she stands and waits until they ask her to present what she’s prepared.

and she had never known much about being an idol trainee, the videos she used to watch had never shown the hours and hours of classes (vocal, rap, dance, english, korean, school on top of that!). she manages to keep it a secret from her mother for five months, by then she’s committed to herself to debut and there’s not much, if anything, that can stop her from achieving that (”you’re just like your father”).

the first year is the hardest. she’s never been good with change, has always needed some constant. between another move, many many new faces, and a schedule that’s filled to the brim, it’s hard. she doesn’t say much, and she smiles even less so she wouldn’t be surprised if every other trainee hated her guts or thought she was stuck up. it’s just, hard.

the second year is easier. if her peers think she’s the strangest being alive for suddenly changing up her entire personality, she’d just tell them a quick story about her mother. it’s easier to be herself - to be loud between lessons (sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong), to smile and laugh (even when she’s stuck running errands), and to promise herself she’ll debut (even between the arrival and departure of so many friends). by the third year and a few months, she’s a pro. at least, that’s what she tells herself when it’s debut time which means a whole other round of change.

in this tale, there’s just as many turns and stops on the road to a dream.

“i didn’t get a main position” “isn’t lead just as good?” “maybe to you, not to me. i thought i was good enough for at least one main position, instead i got two lead positions and one position that doesn’t even have a title in front of it!” “just use that to work harder. it doesn’t mean you’re less than them.”

lily is a household name, the way bc entertainment intended them to be. and though in the beginning they had a set image for her, they decided to use her way of being for her image (just a bit, enough to pass as a respected idol of course). and maybe her dream doesn’t happen right away, it’d be foolish to think she’d just get to dance and sing. she knows how to be a team player, knows it’s a long game. she doesn’t like it though. she has nothing against her group, not even the girls who have beat her in every position, but she sort of dislikes her company. it happens though, she plays by their rules and she becomes some variety star. at some point that translates to a solo popularity she can’t understand, brands looking for her despite seeming lacking in a group full of talented girls. ten years later, she wouldn’t have expected this kind of life. even more, she wouldn’t have expected to like it.

it didn’t matter which group it would’ve been, or which concept they expected, or whatever image they wanted to glue to her - she was going to make it happen. her story deserves a happy ending, doesn’t it?

in this tale, twenty seven still doesn’t mean having your life together.

image & career

seventeen years old with the sweetest smile, bc entertainment believed song hayi would be a perfect fit for the girl group they had been picturing - a group created with the intent to be the first loves of many, ideal types of all, and ever lasting. the freshness that came from a young teenage girl further pushed the innocent, graceful picture that bc entertainment perfected with lily.

it didn’t matter that her nickname since she was a second year trainee had been the infamous firecracker song, for her boisterous and quirky nature. it didn’t matter that at seventeen, there was no being sure whether she’d grow out or be able to restrain her chaotic ways enough to push out the lily image. what mattered was that she bit her tongue until it was raw and red if need be, what mattered was that she had possessed talent like nobody else, that bc entertainment could scream out look, they aren’t just beautiful but they can sing, dance, and rap!

the public quickly absorbed and raved about the seventeen year old’s charisma on stage. the subtle winks, hair flips, and firecracker energy. charisma wasn’t something that she ever imagined to be remembered for, but the public liked to see her performance on the stage. sure she looked innocent and pure, but they admired how she seemed to be cool and confident as well. she didn’t like that her dance parts were never center, but she did like that she seemed to get many singing killing parts. small wins.

a year into her career, at eighteen years old, she begins to get multiple requests from variety shows asking for appearances. bc is hesitant at first, not wanting to disrupt the image they so carefully created but then it clicks. in a group of ideal types, there has to be one that seems attainable and not so out of reach. that’s the image they’ll push out for her: a (bc) defined firecracker. the public starts to see song hayi who’s clumsy and strangely competitive, song hayi who smiles way too much and laughs way too hard, song hayi who looks so beautiful doing the most ridiculous things. she becomes an entertainer, that’s what she becomes, on and off the stage. someone who people will easily relate to, someone charismatic and with a strong stage presence. someone who is seemingly the “ordinary” girl that, of course, she becomes the publics ideal type.

the rise of popularity and demand for her in variety shows becomes a whirlwind just a year before their contract renewal. bc entertainment had always said we don’t need you to be a choreographer, we pay for them, we just need you to be an entertainer. but she had continuously submitted choreograph requests for songs, all of which were rejected. four years in, she relents. she’s given up and she decides to focus on the career she’s already been building. she’s been doing well following orders, and it isn’t as if she isn’t talented (because she really is, even if it’s just as a leading lady) so she gives in. so that’s how it goes. she follows orders, she continues to be bc’s entertainer and maybe someday that’ll turn into being a choreographer. or a soloist. or anything else. the problem is, song hayi wants to be everything.

future

after ten years in the industry, some would think that idols would be burnt out - and though that could be true for most, that’s not the case for her. she knows there’s no chance she will ever be viewed as a “normal” person and she doesn’t particularly want to be. she likes the fame so far, she likes the fact that she’s slowly (in her mind, in her eyes) turning into a household name for variety. she thinks if she can get some more fixed cast spots under her belt, it’ll really push her out there as a comedian rather than just an idol wanna be comedian.

in terms of choreography - bc entertainment is still stuck on the fact that they’d rather pay for choreographers than let her choreograph for their groups. it’s a bitter pill to swallow and though years ago she relented, in the future it might be an arc where she attempts to submit pieces again (and finally will have them approved, even if it’s partials).

one of the biggest things in her future is a solo career where she gets to put out music that fits the bc style but actually resonates with her as an artist (can we really refer to her as that? she’s still an idol). she’s working hard towards that and by working hard, she’s borderline harassing the company and her manager to make it happen.

since she’s had her foot in many brand deals, 2023 will definitely be the year where she’s pushed more into the fashion world. throughout the year she’ll start transitioning into cf modeling and print modeling as well.

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