#ft. naeun

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @gcholdtrops

yujun  regards  her  with  a  raised  eyebrow,  pausing  to  gather  his  thoughts  before  responding.  “it’s  nothing  personal  —  we  both  have  jobs  to  do  and  clients  to  account  for.”  perhaps  being  a  prosecutor  who  brings  the  guilty  to  justice  makes  his  job  seem  easier  than  hers,  who  knows?  “i’m  not  getting  in  your  way.  it’s  more  like  your  clients  are  getting  in  the  way  of  the  law,  if  you  look  at  it  more  factually.”

[fadinglights]

it’s  not  hard  to  see  how  uneasy  naeun  feels  in  her  presence.  a  subdued  kind  of  ache  returns  to  her  chest.  isn’t  it  funny  how  much  life  can  derail  from  what  they  have  originally  envisaged?  there’s  a  time  they  believed  that  by  this  age,  they’d  still  be  by  each  other’s  side  and  being  the  happiest  selves  they  could  be.  now  they  can  barely  look  into  each  other’s  eyes  without  the  phantom  of  their  memories  stirring  the  pain.  jia  nods,  knowing  that  to  be  true  before  naeun  admits  to  that  fact.  her  gaze,  too,  gravitated  to  the  ghost  of  her  past  without  permission.  naeun  didn’t  even  have  to  say  a  word  or  spare  her  a  glance.  it’s  like  part  of  her  soul  recognised  her  presence  in  the  room,  the  piece  that  splintered  from  her  own  and  had  been  missed  since.  “well,  i’m  not  with  anyone  now.”  a  half-truth,  but  everyone  else  can  wait.  she  gently  nudges  the  woman  to  the  direction  to  the  bar  and  the  two  make  their  way  across  the  crowd.  she  gives  the  bartender  a  friendly  smile  and  waits  for  him  to  come  close.  “still  the  same  old  or  have  you  got  a  new  favourite?”  

Small world, indeed. To be honest, Naeun thought she will never hear from the woman who she used to call her first love. Her eyes don't seem to move away from the female's face. Her appearance has changed. In a good way, obviously. Matured. Prettier. Shit. She will have a difficult night. "What a small world indeed." An awkward laugh leaves her, and an awkward smile is even offered. She needs to calm down. Her dark hues drop down to the glass she's holding, and then they immediately move back to the woman in front of her. "Uh... Sure." She can't just say she's actually done for the night. Yes, the female thought she was done for the night and she will go home, but she can't do it when Jia is in front of her and she doesn't know when is the next time she will see her. "I actually saw you earlier." She all of a sudden reveals, pointing towards the direction where the woman was standing earlier. "But... Well, you were with people and I didn't want to interrupt."

[the-swan]

♡ RP LIST :: an everything is written down

WALTZ FOR THE MOON :: ft. Park Naeun ,, 14.06.23

BITTERSWEET SYMPHONY :: ft. Han Yuri ,, 17.06.23

NOM DU RP :: ft. nom prénom ,, chrono

NOM DU RP :: ft. nom prénom ,, chrono

NOM DU RP :: ft. nom prénom ,, chrono

[kamipyre]

anon, but i'm tagging @tvsteoftrvgedy : “Ms. Nakamura.. how about being best friends with me? Let's put an end to these showerless days this weekend and have some fun.” (Naeun to Suki 😂) || she's never had a ✨ best friend ✨ before ( ft. unprompted. )

Not that she doesn’t have friends; on the contrary, she has quite a few from across the ocean…the better word might actually be former work colleagues but she’s not going to dwell on that. Too much. The point is that while Suki does have friends ( friends albeit she might have lost touch with due to the sheer GUILT that came with leaving her old job ), there are few whom she could consider to be lifelong friends.

Let alone a best friend.

But a new country, a new job, and new people are all indicative of new beginnings! Who’s to say that can’t change? Something glimmers in her eye- she doesn’t know much about Miss Lee aside from that she’s a detective of sorts who also works as a barista and that occasionally, she’ll turn to Suki for forensics expertise. However, who says that you have to know every single thing about someone to be their best friend? There are things that Suki hasn’t told anyone, her parents included. 

She clasps Naeun’s hand with both of her own. “Really?! I’ve never had a BEST FRIEND before- oh my god, we can start right now with boba and finding the pigeon man-“

[thecryptidcottage]

techniicollor​.

“ i think i might be coming down with something , ” as if to prove the point, a cough hacked its way out of her lungs with violence. “ i can’t afford to miss work tomorrow , or my classes, i’m in finals right now. ” body sore, the girl didn’t make to get up & instead asked the other : “ can you make me some tea and help get the fever down , please ? just until alex is home. ”

          the sharp rattle of a cough elicits an involuntary twitch of a wince from mars and he tries to remind himself that when others are sick, he’s meant to be sympathetic ― not off-put. he frowns at naeun, able to feel for her plight in spite of his own vague discomfort as she explains her circumstances. ❝ the irony is that the current demands of your schedule are likely a contributing factor in you catching cold. ❞ not helpful, mars. ❝ undue stress is directly linked to increased levels of cortisol, which can inhibit your immune responses.❞ still not helpful. hands twitch in his lap as he tries to figure out what he should do next when he’s suddenly given a task ― and he’s grateful for it, evidenced by the nervous flexes of his hands before he rises and moves toward the flat’s kitchenette. ❝ fever ? ❞ mars tries not to sound too concerned, but a fever means infection, and infection means possible contagion. as he flits about the kitchen, he’s suddenly grateful for his own very carefully cultivated immunities and makes a mental note to up his vitamin intake tonight. ❝ you’ll want echinacea and elderflower, then — lemon balm too, if we’ve got it, they’re all anti-inflammatory. ❞

[ofdamnation]

eavesdrop 🤍

send me   “eavesdrop”   and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party  .

            eyes  widen  ,  he  really  has  to  be  careful  in  how  he  responds  to  any  questions  he  receives  about  naeun  .     ‘  she’s  just  a  patient  .  ’     unbelievable  that  he  can  so  easily  lie  like  this  when  it’s  needed  ,  heart  races  in  his  chest  but  if  anyone  were  to  find  out  about  their  affairs  they  could  possibly  tell  his  wife  and  then  all  hell  breaks  loose  between  both  their  families  ,  it’s  not  worth  it  to  hyungmin  ,  not  when  naeun  could  even  get  bored  of  him  eventually  and  then  what  does  he  have  left  ?  nothing  .    no  ,  this  was  the  best  way  around  it  .     ‘  why  do  you  ask  ?  ’    eyes  narrow  upon  the  other’s  words  ,  slowly  coming  to  a  horrible  realisation  .    ‘  wait  ,  you’re  not  thinking—  ?   NO  ,  no  way  .  no  way  in  hell  ,  don’t  even  think  about  asking  her  out  .  ’

[illcgal]

❛   do   you   love   me   ?  ❜   ft. @alterose​

‘  te quiero  más  de  lo  que  tú  puedes  creer.  ’  no estaba ebrio. o quizás si. un poco, pero no lo suficiente como para no saber lo que decía aunque después finja demencia por ello. ‘   te quiero  , nae.  ’  ya lo había dicho.  iban a ser padres. ¿como no quererla después de todo? si iba a ser la madre de su hijo o hija en un par de meses. ‘  ¿ por  qué  nunca  me crees ?  ’  

[illcgal-archivos]

✧ › MOONSIK & NAEUN  [ @alterose ]

‘   I want to taste your blood in my tongue and... make you mine.    ’

La noche es fría y la Luna sobre su cabeza brilla como nunca, en una noche despejada sin nubes ni estrellas. Los pasos de Moonsik apenas si resuenan por las hojas secas de los rosales que rodean el enorme jardín, inundado de un aroma que penetra en sus fosas nasales exquisitamente dulce; empalagoso. Su piel refleja un tono pálido que le brinda completa y eterna belleza, labios rojos como la sangre y una mirada intensa y oscura que, inquieta, se pasea por el lugar en búsqueda de algo --- o más bien, alguien --- con lo que entretenerse esa noche. Una presa. Una persona desafortunada con deseos de explorar dentro de una noche abierta, a la luz del astro nocturno que ilumina hasta el mínimo rincón de la enorme y jovial mazmorra, de donde una animada música instrumental proviene, anunciando que ha llegado la hora del baile. 

Entrecierra la mirada para enfocar el panorama, más como una pequeña costumbre humana pues ante la eternidad que le ha sido brindada más de uno de sus sentidos se han avivado. Así como el hambre que gruñe en su garganta y que cosquillea bajo la piel porcelana que recubre su cuerpo, pidiéndole el elixir carmesí capaz de saciar su persona noche con noche. De brindarle poder y vigor, belleza y encanto. Gruñe un poco frustrado por pensamientos que cruzan su mente y por encontrarse ahí, entre la arboleda como si fuera un salvaje esperando saltar sobre su víctima cuando fácilmente puede adentrarse en el gran salón, endulzar el oído de una doncella y llevarla a un sitio privado, donde sin piedad y sin pensarlo dos veces, le arrancaría la vida hasta ahogarse de placer bajo el sabor de joven sangre.

Es por ello que comienza su camino al interior, decidido en atacar de una vez por todas. Sin embargo, antes de siquiera llegar a la puerta, antes de poner un pie fuera de aquel amplio laberinto de rosales, una presencia ajena es la que llama su atención. Un aroma, para ser exactos. Detiene sus pies en seco y se gira sobre sus talones, descubriendo así a no más de un par de metros a una doncella, una mujer paseando bajo la luz de la luna... sola. De forma automática y bajo sus instintos bestiales, abandona su plan y avanza en dirección de la jovencita, sintiendo como a medida que se acerca el ardor en su garganta incrementa ante el olor de tan deliciosa sangre.

Carraspea entonces, deteniéndose junto a una banca de concreto con detalles forjados a mano. ‘  ¿Disfrutando de la noche?   ’ Cuestiona en voz alta para llamar su atención. ‘  ¿Y a solas?   ’ Una sonrisa que pretende ser amistosa crece en sus labios, dejando entrever apenas los puntiagudos incisivos que se encarnan contra la piel de sus gruesos carmines. ‘  ¿Es que acaso lo suyo no son los bailes, señorita ---?   ’ Hace una pausa prudente, esperando que mencione su nombre al menos.   

[minkisus-blog]

there were positives to having a roommate that was never around much at night. namely that being nami always had the space, and freedom, to do whatever he wanted during that time. usually it consisted of so much studying that his brain hurt, but occasionally it meant alone time. instinctively, nami usually left the door unlocked for vince, but he locked it when needed. tonight he’d forgotten, however, but it wasn’t like many people visited the dorm, anyways. his laptop was resting in front of him as he did his business, but the sudden opening of the door had nami jerking his entire body and slamming his laptop shut, fumbling to pull a pillow over his lap in time. chest heaving and cheeks flushed, he peered up at naeun. “uh... hi,” he started, “i wasn’t... i didn’t think anyone would visit this late, but it’s okay! i’ll just... if you give me a minute...” // @ofnaeuns

[akoinefish]

OMFG STARTING YG FSO NOW!!! Yalls watch it as well. Let’s support out baby ❤️❤️❤️

[fadinglights]

it  would  make  sense  for  him  to  push  her  away  after  he’s  aware  of  her  predicament.  rationally  speaking,  she  is  in  no  headspace  to  fall  for  someone  new  after  a  recent  breakup.  but  life  rarely  unfolds  in  a  sequence  that’s  perfectly  timed  and  she  would  be  damned  if  she  lets  him  slip  away.  every  fibre  of  her  being  yearns  to  be  close  to  him  and  if  this  is  bound  to  end  in  flames  and  ashes,  so  be  it.  her  smile  widens  when  he  accepts  her  offer  with  enthusiasm,  before  taking  her  breath  away  easily  in  the  following  moment.  paying  no  attention  to  the  fallen  decorations  caused  by  their  stumbling,  she  focuses  solely  on  the  taste  of  his  lips  and  the  warmth  of  his  embrace.  as  soon  as  her  back  hits  her  mattress,  she  flips  him  over  and  straddles  him.  “you’ve  been  on  my  mind  all  day.”  emboldened  by  his  returned  affection,  she  admits  in  a  shameless  breath  as  her  hands  wander  down  his  chest  to  the  waistband  of  his  jeans.  “it’s  so  unfair.”  she  whines  but  she  means  none  of  it.  who  is  she  to  complain  about  fairness  when  his  situation  is  anything  but?  

IT WOULD HAVE BEEN WISE for him not to let a one time thing go far especially if it's with someone who just got out of a relationship fresh from a breakup. Na-eun doesn't do complications, preferring to keep things simple. With his burgeoning career, the last thing he needs is a controversy, yet every inch of him gravitates towards Ivy. She'd ignited his desire and passion. No woman has ever drawn it out of him. Not even his ex-girlfriend. How he was with Jia compared to Ivy was the total contrast. His connection with his ex was calm and peaceful, whereas with Ivy it's intense and and burning. It's addictive, and he's hooked. Cupping the back of her neck, their lips connect ardently as he pours his pent-up yearning into the kiss. Her wandering hands encourages him to go further. He doesn't want to break away just yet. He only does when he realizes that they need some air. Pulling away briefly to catch his breath, he looks into her eyes, pleased to hear the invitation. That's exactly what he needs. "Oh, I will. Gladly." He presses his lips to hers once again, wrapping her arms around her waist, and lifting her up to head to the bedroom.

[yeevm-blog]

moodboard: nari  ( @narihq ) x yeeun (1/?)

Everytime I can't see ahead and am about to collapse You always give me courage with that smile of yours When I feel sad and alone, you make me smile If it's not for you then there wouldn't be the me now. good times, bad times we are always together. even if we are apart, we can help each other we are not alone this was in my drafts forever eggghgh

[magariis]

❪ a starter for @mlilk ! ❫

     his eyes are glued to the large house in front of him. it was where his ex-girlfriend lived. the same girl who he hadn’t seen in two years. two fucking years. was he still bitter about the fact that the same night she would give him his answer about whether she would want to work things out together and give them another chance, she fled? yes. she disappeared without a single trace. when his fiance, anabelle, calls out his name, he’s pulled out of his thoughts. ❝ let's go. ❞ he flashes a quick grin before getting out of the car and walking up the front steps with her hand in his. it was almost unbelievable the situation he was in -- showing up to his ex-girlfriend’s mother’s birthday celebration while being engaged to someone for a business venture. he needed a drink. 

[serenityseventeen]

S.Coups (최승철):

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“The Return of Supercheol.”

synopsis: Choi Seungcheol, well known as the leader of SEVENTEEN, stage name S.Coups, is joining ‘The Return Of Superman’ show with his beautiful two-year-old daughter, Si-Eun. What is it like on the first morning with the new family?

genre: TROS(the return of superman)!au, parents!au, fluff

pairing: father!seungcheol x mother!reader (ft. daughter!si-eun)

a/n: I already made a previous one where he had a daughter so I decided to use the same name hehe + it's been a while since I've actually watched TROS but I only watched Seungjae, Haru, Hao (or Ha-oh), Jam Jam, William & Bentley, Naeun & Gunhoo, and Sian, now I don't watch much of it anymore but I remembered enough to make this :) + don't mind the title of this one, I didn't know what to call it lol

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Si-Eun woke up to the sound of birds chirping.

Her room was dark like usual. She quickly reached for her pink stuffed bunny that was always resting beside her bed with her.

After finding it, she dragged it along with her as she climbed out of her crib and headed for the door.

The MCs that were watching the show called her a smart and strong girl for being able to climb out of her rather tall crib.

Si-Eun walked into the living room with her bunny, whom she named Cherry.

Sunlight was shining through the house but Si-Eun did not see her mother or father in the living room.

Upon seeing the living room, the MCs commented on how large and clean the place was.

Si-Eun looked around to see some cute little pink houses (which were not actually houses) with a camera peeking out of them. She was a bit wary because she could see the people in the little houses.

There was a moment of complete silence before Si-Eun suddenly dashed off. She ran so quickly that even the MCs were impressed. She had left Cherry behind.

Si-Eun quickly opened the door to a bedroom, which was the parent's bedroom. She waddled quickly to Seungcheol, who was still sleeping and tapped his shoulder.

You were sleeping in Seungcheol's arms but awoke when the door busted open.

“Daddy, daddy,” Si-Eun said, her voice cute. To wake her father up, she gave him a quick peck on the lips. “There is someone in the house.”

You sat up and decided to play along. “There's someone in the house?”

You saw Si-Eun nod. Then she pressed her tiny index finger to her lips and made a “shhhh” sound.

Whispering, your daughter said, “If they are robbers, only dad can beat them with his strong arms, right?”

You tried to hold in your giggle. “That's right, let's wake him up.”

The MCs laughed at your daughter's cute words.

You lifted your daughter onto the bed and both of you leaned into your husband's ear. “Wake up, dad~~”

Seungcheol slowly opened his eyes, probably still half asleep.

“Dad, there are people in the house~!” Si-Eun got out of bed, taking her father's ring and pinky fingers with her tiny hand, dragging him out of bed. “Hurry, or else they might take Cherry!”

Seungcheol laughed and the MCs did too while watching the episode. They talked a little bit about your husband too.

You got out of bed and quickly followed after them.

“Dad, you're strong, right??”

“Of course, I'm superman.”

“Okay, then can you fly?”

Seungcheol laughed. “No, not yet~”

Together, he and Si-Eun walked back to the living room, where the ‘houses’ were at.

Si-Eun pointed to the houses when they walked into the living room. “That's them... are they bad people?”

“No, they are not bad people, but you did a good job running to me. You even left Cherry behind, didn't you?” Seungcheol walked over to Cherry, who was laying on the floor and picked him up.

Seungcheol handed Cherry back to his daughter, the natural sunlight flowing through the window blinded his eyes. Seungcheol laid down on the hard floor.

Si-Eun walked over to you, who was in the kitchen after brushing your teeth and washing your face.

“Si-Eun~ tell your father to go help you brush your teeth~” You said.

Si-Eun ran back to the living room and told her father what you said. They brushed their teeth together while looking at each other's reflections, Si-Eun in her father's arms so that she could see herself in the mirror.

-

While your husband and daughter ate their breakfast sweetly, you put on a coat. For the day, you were going to leave those two alone, by themselves.

Of course, you felt a bit uneasy, but considering how much time Si-Eun spends with her father, you also felt relieved.

You tied up Si-Eun's hair into cute pigtails and dressed her up in a cute white shirt with a lamb on it and some denim overalls.

When it was about time for you to leave, you went to Si-Eun to say your last goodbyes for the day.

“Where are you going, mom??” Si-Eun asked.

“I'm going to my mother's house. I'll be gone for a long time so stay with your dad, okay?”

“Okay!” Si-Eun happily agreed in almost an instant.

You waved goodbye again and gave both Si-Eun and Seungcheol a kiss on the cheek.

-

“Now that mom is gone, what would you like to do?” Seungcheol asked his daughter, who was jumping around with Cherry in her arms.

Si-Eun stopped to think, pouting a little.

“Is there something that your mommy didn't let you do?” Seungcheol asked, taking the hand of his beautiful daughter, Si-Eun. Si-Eun chuckled mischievously and then leaned toward her father's ear.

“Mommy didn't let me go to the playground yesterday because it was too cold,” Si-Eun said in a cute voice. Then she pointed to a large window. “It's bright today, isn't it?”

Seungcheol smiled and patted his sweet daughter on the back. “Should we go for a father-daughter picnic?” Seungcheol suggested.

Si-Eun nodded.

Your husband and daughter ended up going to the park, prepared for a picnic. They ate together and played on the playground together. Not only that, but Seungcheol also helped Si-Eun climb a tree!

The day ended with the two of them going back home and Si-Eun helping Seungcheol write lyrics. Seungcheol also taught Si-Eun to rap a little but in the end, she became a dancer instead.

Si-Eun copied the dances that her father used to perform and they had their own little concert in the house while you were gone.

In the end, Si-Eun was getting tired so Seungcheol picked her up and held her in his arms, talking to her as he wrote lyrics. She fell asleep in his arms.

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“Such a lovely first day! After all that playing, beautiful Si-Eun must've been so tired!” The male MC said, with a small laugh.

“We have to appreciate Father Cheol too, he played with her so well and took such good care of her without her mother there,” The female MC continued. “Their father-daughter chemistry was truly superior!”

“Right, and Si-Eun was so cute! I'm going to look forward to all of their episodes!” The male MC exclaimed.

You were sitting in front of the TV, watching with a smile on your face throughout your husband and daughter's first episode on The Return of Superman.

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Request:

-serenityseventeen

[the-swan]

WALTZ FOR THE MOON ft :: @a-gorgeous-tragedy

et dans les pénombres, brillaient les joyaux les plus purs ! ceux que l'on ne voyait jamais , au loin : ceux auxquels l'on ne venait jamais à s'intéresser ! mascarade, de ces visages masqués, ils viendraient à valser ! là, sous les lumières de vitraux joyeux, comme pour en recevoir bénédiction illusoire. car tout résonne, ici, de quelques notes à ensorceler, de berceuses presque trop angéliques, pour en faire s'éveiller ange déchu pris au piège sous les voûtes de pierre.

et regarde ,,

les sols en sont couverts :

de pétales.

de lys ô jamais piétinés ! ils en fleurissaient sous chacun de ses pas pour en mener aux retrouvailles. suis les ! que l'on venait à lui murmurer. quand les doigts à se faire virtuoses, à arrêter le temps dans ces tranquillités qu'elle avait maladroitement brisées ; sommeil perturbé : d'une voix à l'effrayer ! quand elle s'en était crue seule, dans les entrailles du monde.

archet retiré !

figure à se relever !

panique ,, à émouvoir.

les épaules avaient tressauté ! toute petite, contre son siège esseulé au milieu des lieux, elle cligna légèrement des yeux à tenter d'en démasquer silhouette si délicate. ô hérésie ! à en avoir briser là les sceaux qui en avait libéré de sa prison Morphée. "— Oh...Naeun ?" et des paniques contre son visage ,, venaient à fleurir les sourires radieux ! léger rire presque trop timide, à venir en poser son instrument dans un coin quand le petit corps s'en releva pour venir trottiner vers la Belle des lieux. "— Et bien...je répétais ! comme il va bientôt y avoir un concert ici..." ô sincérité sublime, à venir rayonner rien qu'à la vue de celle à inspirer !

car elle en était : sculpture sublime !

"— Et toi...? Je ne t'avais pas vue...tu te cachais ?" et c'est les innocences, qui viendraient à parler ! à se moquer des injures, comme si elle venait d'en trouver Graal sacré, par magie. "— Désolée...de t'avoir dérangée..." moue à faire s'en baisser les yeux sur l'allure de la jeune femme, les mots venaient à filer ! sans une seconde de répit. quand regard inquiet à finalement : réaliser, elle tira tout doucement sur la main de la muse qui lui faisait face. "— M-Mais...tout va...bien ? Tu as l'air pale et...fatiguée..." quand les visions s'en faisaient pur cauchemar. d'un sacre oublié, c'est que semblaient en avoir été faits sacrilèges dans ces lieux ô miraculeux. repentance oubliée ,, quand sur les joues elle en essuya traces noires du bout des doigts. paillettes et strass comme petites étoiles éparpillées ,, et c'en était délivrance à crier les chaos intérieurs.

et regarde !

tu brilles : Naeun,

à ses yeux.

WALTZ FOR THE MOON ft :: @a-gorgeous-tragedy

volent les mirages, à s'amouracher de quelques images : idyllique figure ! à prétendre les repentances dans ces lieux mystiques. tintent les cloches, résonnent les orgues ,, à en créer symphonies si harmonieuses pour en atteindre les cieux, celles à se faufiler entre les colonnes et les vitraux pour en faire renaître les archanges ! c'est que les souffles renaissaient, ici, à admirer les lieux pour les simples ossatures de pierre : car Ash ne croyait plus en rien ! d'une chance abandonnée, d'un monde où les fantômes en venaient à en effrayer les regards.

et ici :

tranquilités !

à renaître.

quand de ces vitraux aux lumières colorées, les pas s'approchaient d'une discrétion si légère, et Ash, petite fée à visiter les lieux, cachée derrière son grand instrument : elle valse ! là, se sourires à se tracer ,, car le temps était compté. c'est que les doigts devaient en virevolter contre les cordes, de notes trop virtuoses, pour en plaire aux muses des lieux. surveillée ,, de quelques cierges à danser dans les pénombres ,, douceur et grandeur d'un lieu : à en obliger les épaules droites malgré tout.

et de ces prestiges, église à venir l'accueillir, elle s'était faufilée ! petite figure à regarder un peu partout, venir s'installer, là, aux devants de tous les bancs esseulés. violoncelle à prendre pieds, petite chaise attrapée du bout des doigts, c'est que les notes déjà accordées viendraient à vibrer comme pour en demander le respect. et si Dieu venait à l'écouter, peut-être s'en sentirait-elle honorée ! quand d'une croyance absente, elle en portait pourtant regard respectueux à ces bâtisses élégantes.

brille ,,

brillent :

elle ,, et les regards.

morceau débuté, c'est que le bout de ses fins doigts en trouvaient chemin si facilement sur les cordes ! sourire sur les lippes, yeux à pétiller ,, amour certain ! accordé à ce bout de bois verni. et douceur si radieuse, elle en semblait insignifiante : de ces sonorités sublimes. "— le son est si beau...!" murmuré, là, comme extase : quand à redécouvrir les mélodies en permanence, elle ne faisait qu'à en aimer toujours plus, encore et encore, ces quelques sons sacrés ! comme seul moyen de pouvoir respirer de quelques libertés, dans les solitudes imaginées !

[nct-krown]

❝ 𝐇 𝐎 𝐍 𝐄 𝐘 ❞

ⓘ BASICS ¡!

STAGE NAME honey ˒ 호니

BIRTH NAME kim minji ˒ 김 민지

ENGLISH NAME katie kim

REPRESENTATIVE GEM citrine

BIRTHDAY 11 march 2001

ZODIAC pisces ˒ ♓︎

PLACE OF BIRTH incheon ˒ south korea

HOMETOWN songdo ˒ incheon

ETHNICITY korean

NATIONALITY korean

LANGUAGES korean ˒ english ❪ basic ❫

ⓘ PHYSIQUE ¡!

FACE CLAIM kim chaeryeong

HEIGHT 165cm ˒ 5'5

BLOOD TYPE A-

ⓘ CAREER ¡!

OCCUPATION idol

LABEL sm ent.

GROUP nct ❪ 2019 - ❫

SUB-UNIT nct krown ❪ 2019 - ❫ ˒ nct u ❪ 2020 - ❫

POSITION main dancer ˒ lead vocalist

TRAINING 4.5 yrs @ sm ent

DEBUT 20 may 2019 ❪ nct krown ❫ ˒ 23 nov 2020 ❪ nct u ❫

ⓘ FAMILY ¡!

MOTHER im seohyeon

FATHER kim sangyeon

SISTERS kim minah ❪ ‘97 ❫ ❪ deceased ❫

kim minseol ❪ ‘04 ❫

ⓘ PERSONALITY ¡!

MBTI infp

POSITIVE hardworking ˒ loyal ˒ compassionate ˒ sweet

NEGATIVE delusional ˒ clingy ˒ push over ˒ sensitive

ⓘ HISTORY ¡!

adopted from my beloved @ik1ssmark <3

ft. @inter-stellar-jyp

kim minji was born to kim sangyeon and im naeun on the 11th of march 2001 in songdo , icheon ,south korea. minji grew up with her 2 sisters minah and minseol. minji’s family is very close and she often calls all of them her best friends. she was particularly close with her older sister minah and through out her life she was a pillar of strength for minji. when minah unfortunately took her own life at the end of 2019 minji was devastated beyond comprehension and went on hiatus for almost a year. she almost didn’t come back but minah was her biggest supporter and with some love and support she returned because she knew that minah would want her to continue following her dreams.

in 2014 when minji was 14 she participated in one of sm’s famous saturday auditions, theyre notoriously known for being difficult to pass but minji made it through first time. she auditioned with her cover of electric shock by f(x) her favourite kpop group to date. after less than a year of training on july 8th, 2015, she was introduced as a member of smrookies, she made her tv debut weeks later on the mickey mouse club. the mouseketeers consisted of 10 smrookies members: five boys: mark , jeno , donghyuck ( haechan ) , jaemin & jisung and five girls: stella , kelsey , yunhee ( cleo ) , minji ( honey ) & herin. whilst on the show minji grew very close to all of the other rookies with the english speaking ones even giving her her english name katie. however her close friendsship with mark lee on the show was a fan favourite.

when stella and jinah were announced to debut in nct u many fans were disappointed to not see minji in the lineup after waiting 4 years. minji finally made her long awaited debut in nct’s new all female subunit nct krown. she goes by the stage name honey as she wanted to have some type of separation from her idol persona and the real minji. her dance skills always make her stand out as her years of contemporary and urban dance training really make her beautiful to watch on stage.