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[ LOADING INFORMATION ON 99 ENT. TRAINEE HYUNA…. ]

DETAILS

CURRENT AGE: 20 TRAINEE SINCE AGE: 17 SKILL POINTS: 02 VOCAL | 05 DANCE | 04 RAP | 04 PERFORMANCE

INTERVIEW

in three years, there have been countless whispers over the way the company will market jung hyuna. the heart-breaker that is wanted by many, yet remains unattainable. the girl-crush with an all-natural beauty that draws attention even by walking down the street. the mood-maker whose uncontrollable laugh, that is too big for the small girl, causes a domino effect resulting in those around her clutching their stomachs with tears in their eyes.

she was scouted in the crowded streets of seoul. but she’s to leave out the rejection she gave the scout who approached her, she’s to leave out the fact that she was all furrowed eyebrows and swears as she walked away. they want her to be a story of the girl across the street whose talent and charm led her to the life of an idol. they want her to inspire other girls to rap, to dance, to train, to sign their lives away.

she’s to smile at hosts. a small one though, one that shows she isn’t ice-cold but also leaves others wondering if there’s more to her. she’s to be sensual. charm others with her dance moves and raps, the way of a siren. she’s to be comfortable with skin-ship. go as far as initiate it, whether with her future members or idols she encounters, even if the thought makes her skin crawl. she’s to never be seen with a glare. because the aloof rapper image is out, she’s told. but while on stage, she’s to be tough and strong. because there are enough cute girlfriend images. she’s not that. she’s to be a vitamin, to support others. to bring the mood up, even if she’s barely making it through a rough day. no one is to know she struggles with anything. she can rap, she’s told, but only about being happy, and living her best fucking life. as if she’s supposed to know what that is when she hasn’t even debuted yet. and when she dances, it should seem natural. she should show that she was born with it in her blood, and not that she had been in a studio since the age of six dancing her problems away.

every piece of her has been created perfectly.

she’s to be a robot.

she’s to never show more than the surface.

BIOGRAPHY

i.     /        thunder + lightning.

it’s a tale as old as time. the one about how the princess met the prince, fell in love, married, had children, and lived happily ever after. the one that is recited as a bed-time story countless times.

she was born in the middle of a storm, or at least that’s what she’s told. there are no pictures, videos, or even a diary entry about the night she was born. nothing concrete that she can run her fingers over, or fold millions of times until there is a tear. she only has the words of her father to go by, and her brothers although she isn’t confident in trusting them even if they swear they remember the night.  her father says lightning must’ve struck her heart. that it’s the reason why she’s so strong, and why he was blessed with such a daughter, but she knows her father would say that even if she was born during the coldest night of winter.

if she was lightning and thunder, then her father was the sun that bloomed through the cloudy skies and her brothers were the soil that collected the rain and allowed it to form flowers and new life.

it’s a tale as old as time. the one that is a lie, because the prince and princess didn’t live happily ever after. the princess left, leaving the prince to take care of three children on his own. it’s a tale as old as time. the one that taught jung hyuna from the mere age of six to not just slay her own dragon, but to become the dragon.

she’s brought up with love. the kind of love that fills a person, that makes her feel full. the kind of love that allows her to become who she wants to be without judgement or fear. the kind of love that kissed her knees when she fell from her bike. or that wiped away her tears and hugged her when the storm that she caused, because after all she was lighting and thunder, paralyzed her with fear. or that cheered her on at every soccer tournament. or that stayed up until three in the morning helping her with her math revisions. the kind of love that gave, and gave, and gave, because her father, and brothers, believed there was a missing piece to the puzzle that they had to fill.

she’s brought up pampered. the kind of pampered that gets triple the servings at dinner. the kind of pampered that was never told to do chores around the house, and instead focus on her school work or things that brought her joy. the kind of pampered that was taken to piano lessons, soccer lessons, and dance lessons all because she wanted to learn and do everything. or that her father wanted to give her the world even if it meant exhausting himself at work. even if it meant her brothers taking on part-time jobs to put away money for when their baby sister gets to go to college. the kind of pampered that gave, and gave, and gave.

she’s thirteen when she realizes that she truly is the lightning and thunder storming over her family. she’s thirteen when she vows to become the dragon.

ii.    /    how to train your dragon.

she’s sixteen when she’s roaming the streets of seoul, her brothers in tow as she bounces on her toes in pure excitement over the street performers. there’s passion there, she thinks. there is lightning that strikes, and thunder that roars about the talent they have. she’s entranced. and maybe that’s what causes her to step out and dance in front of hundreds of strangers that crowd the streets. and she feels lightning and thunder in her veins as she pops and cheers erupt. she’s still hypnotized by the art of it all when she’s approached by a scout from some company that promises to make her a star. she laughs in their face and walks off, towing her brothers along who protest because they swear she’s talented and deserves to have others know her name. it’s bullshit, she says later at dinner when her father asks why she didn’t even bother to listen to what the scout had to say. but she notices the way his hair is graying, and how he eats slower, and is just a bit thinner although his food portion isn’t smaller. and that night she finds herself staring at the ceiling wondering if becoming an idol would take the stress off her father and let her family relax.

she has talent, that much she knows. she can dance, has been since she was six years old. she can hum a tune, maybe enough to sing one or two background lines. she can rap, or at least that’s what her brothers say when she raps along to a bigbang song. she’s fit, takes pride in knowing that she has a good stamina due to soccer and a body that others dream for. but she doesn’t have the personality of an idol. she’s rude, and swears too much, and burps without excusing herself. she’s stoic, and doesn’t care for others, and can’t empathize or sympathize for shit. she can’t bat her eyes, or throw a wink to the camera without wanting to burn her eyes, and she sure as hell can’t stand on stage and sing about loving some oppa who doesn’t love her back. it’s bullshit, her brothers mimic when she raises her concerns over being cut out for idol life. it’s all things they can teach, or things you can pick up, things you can fake, they reassure her.

she’s seventeen when she becomes a trainee. leaves behind her father and brothers with promises of working hard, and the mental promise that she’s going to take care of them, and makes them swear that they will take care of themselves because she has no problem running back to jeju island and kicking their asses even if she’s supposed to respect her superiors. she’s seventeen when the practice room becomes her new home, and when she raps until she trips over her words and her voice is gone, and when she dances until she can’t feel her body and maybe even sprained an ankle once. she’s seventeen when she vows to rip apart anyone who stands in her way. because she’s not here to make friends, or to be korea’s first love. she’s seventeen when she signs away her life to take care of her family, and maybe because the idea of a light shining on her as she dances or raps isn’t too bad to think about.

she’s twenty and it’s a tale as old as time. the one where she becomes the dragon and breathes fire on anyone who dares to step in her way. the one where she trains, trains, and trains, with the hope of debut.