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darkestcorners · 3 years ago

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the phantom | yandere!taehyung au

SECOND INSTALLMENT | HALLOWEEN YANDERE SERIES

pairing: yandere!taehyung x reader (f)

genre: yandere, slight horror

warnings: mature themes, obsessive & unhealthy behavior, tormenting, stalking, paranormal themes, parallel universe / time travel , graphic language, violent themes (TW: mentions of suicide)

word count: 8.1k

tag list: @rkuqu

Synopsis: Spending Halloween serving preteens greasy popcorn and cleaning spilled soda off the carpets isn’t what you had in mind for a fun night. But lucky for you, your night is about to get real interesting when a series of unfortunate events start occurring throughout the movie theater and your soon to uncover the horrifying curse that surrounds your part-time job.

Based on the Disney classic; Phantom of the Megaplex

You hand over the two red slushies to the couple over the counter alongside a tray of nachos.

“Enjoy the movie.” You say as they gather their food and swiftly make their way down the long dimly lit movie theater hallway.

The young girl sitting on one of the benches outside the restroom entrances gave you a harsh glare. Her arms were tightly crossed and if you were being honest , her attempts at looking even the least bit intimidating were humorous. She looked severely constipated more than anything.

“You’re not seeing the movie no matter how much you grind those little cavity filled teeth of yours. “ You deadpan to your sister who only further scowls.

“Did you just see those two nerds who went inside? The guy looked like he was about to vomit over his food.” Yulhee exclaimed referring to the guy who had indeed been shaking slightly when you had given him his drinks , you figured he was on a first date or was just severely afraid of horror films.

“The guy was clearly of age. Something you’re not, now you can either go to the arcade like I first told you to or you can sit there and shut up.” You snapped, not needing the added stress of your little sister’s incoming tantrum.

The night was already a disaster. It was the 90th anniversary of the famous horror film from the 1930’s Phantom starring the deceased actor Kim Taehyung. A known legend among horror film fanatics and to make things even more chaotic, this movie theatre was located in his hometown.

And of course it all happened to fall on Halloween night.

Now, you had to admit the entire thing was pretty amazing. Who wouldn’t want to attend the premiere of one of most well known successful horror films for the first time in theaters since a like 90 years ago? However, it was one thing to attend it and a completely other thing to work at the place it was being showcased. The smell of popcorn was starting to make you sick, you had served way too many buckets of it that you lost count, sold far too many peanut butter m&m’s and frankly , you were sure you would never eat another hot dog again your life.

You had never seen this rundown movie theater so packed in your eight months of working here. The people had came swarming inside the moment the doors opened and you were stuck on the second level of the theatre which on a normal night should of been one of the least busy areas since most the people got their food and drinks on the lower level but tonight, there was people coming from every corner. The slight moment of silence you were getting right now was completely blissful. You wouldn’t even consider it peaceful, the screaming sounds of the movie or the people, you couldn’t decipher exactly from which it was coming from could be heard throughout the entire hallway.

Admittedly you had never actually seen the film Phantom. Not because it was incredibly old, although that also seemed to contribute to it since black and white films weren’t exactly your thing but you also weren’t a big horror movie fan.

Your little sister though, she was alarmingly the complete opposite. She had started her obsession just about two years ago and it was starting to concern you why a young girl her age was so fascinated by such gore and violence. Especially when it came to horror movie classics. When she found out Phantom would be playing in theaters? About lost her mind. But your mom had warned you that she was not allowed to see it by any means. While you could care less whether or not she saw it , you weren’t about to face your mother’s wrath when your sister did end up getting nightmares all week.

You supposed Phantom was a rather unique case and that’s why it caused such an uproar. After all, the disturbing background regarding the actor that played in it was enough to send a chill down anyone’s spine.

The film apparently revolves around a man who would prey on young women , forming an obsession with each one but end up tragically murdering them once he got bored of them. The chilling part was though that the more he had loved them, the more sinister his way of killing them was. He played favorites, one would say. The least complex the murder was, the less had cared for you, the less thought he put into ending your misery. His favorite women always had the most terrifying ends, one in particular was skinned alive. However, in the film he was never caught for any of his murders. The reason being he would leave no trace of anything, not a single piece of evidence. That’s how he had gained the name “Phantom”. The twist is that at the end of the film, it is revealed that he was in fact a paranormal entity doing these horrific acts to women.

Sounded like your usual horror film but that wasn’t what made it so famous. The real horror was that the actor who played this character, Kim Taehyung was actually a true serial killer himself. During the the time of filming , he apparently murdered two woman and the disturbing part? He had killed them the exact same way his character in the film had.

This of course was not discovered until months after the film was released so the actor had gotten his fair amount of attention, his good looks quickly gaining him fame and even the title of a heartthrob. Because of course, who didn’t like attractive men playing these types of roles? It was part of the appeal.

It was a shame that he hadn’t been much of an actor at all, his character had been a true representation of himself. But the actor wasn’t as lucky as his character for he did eventually get caught for the two murders.

What was strange though was he seemed to have known it already. Exactly two weeks before the authorities discovered all the evidence and linked it to him, he committed suicide.

Some say he killed himself because he already knew the police were on to him and his entire career would be over so he simply saved himself the public backlash and humiliation. Other have more complex theories about his reasoning, claiming that he couldn’t of possibly known the police were after him and that he committed for other reasons. You didn’t know which were true or not but all you really cared about was that the man got what he deserved after all. He had dug his own grave.

What’s funny is that his popularity and fame only seemed to grow after his death, a lot would say it was incredibly sick to idolize a literal serial killer but others claim that much of the appeal was because of the film itself. After all, you were watching a film about a serial killer being played by an actual serial killer. Spooky, wasn’t it?

“Y/n!” You turned your neck, watching your manager stalk over to you, a look of pure distress on his handsome face. The purple vest hung loosely against his broad shoulders and his usually combed dark hair had a few strands out of place tonight.

He was hot when he was annoyed.

“We are having difficulties with the projector.” Jin stated and you stared blankly at him, waiting for him to continue but you were met with silence.

Was he suggesting what you thought he was?

“Do I look like a maintenance worker to you?” You reply dryly.

He glared at you.

“No, you look like an employee who’s about to get fired if you don’t go inside the auditorium and calm the people down while I go see what’s wrong with the projector. “

Oh.

“Ugh, can’t Jihyo do it? .” You really didn’t want to deal with those horror movie fantastics in there , a good load of them were barely old enough teenage boys who had a sick fascination with gore to seem edgy.

Plus your coworker worked much better under stress than you did.

“She’s busy trying to fix the soda machine.” He stated, tone clipped.

The soda machine broke?

“Fine,” You muttered as you turned and exited the concession stand. You watched as your sister perked up.

“Can I com-“

“No.” You immediately shut her down.

“Why not?” Yulhee whined, and Jin raised an eyebrow at you.

“Why did you think it was a good idea to bring your preteen sister to a rated R horror film premiere?” He asked and you gave him a sheepish smile.

“I didn’t, my mom is out on a date and she didn’t want to leave her home alone. It’s Halloween. Lots of creeps.” You shrugged.

“I’ve already seen the movie and I bet I know more about it than both of you.” Your sister remarked, standing up.

“Yeah I’m not sure if that’s something you should be bragging about.”

Jin gave you another warning glare, signaling for you to hurry it up and get to work. He really had it with you this week, you had been showing up late the past few days and it wasn’t as if you were the most reliable employee.

You figured it also may have to do with the fact that you two had hooked up a couple weeks ago and you had totally ghosted him. Well, you couldn’t exactly ghost someone you worked with but you had made it clear you were not interested in anything more serious.

Jin didn’t outwardly say he was upset by that but his behavior had been off ever since which you couldn’t exactly figure out why since you were sure he had never intended for anything serious to happen between you two either.

Apparently you had been wrong.

“Just stay here. I’ll be right back.” You told her before you made your way down the hallway, turning down the corner of where the movie was playing.

“It’s number 16!”

You hear Jin call out behind you.

You stared up at the digital signages, coming across the desired number. The words ‘Phantom’ flashing across it. You entered the dark auditorium and were immediately greeted with a displeased audience that looked more than an unhappy by your presence.

You followed the lit up trail on the carpet floor that guided you to the front of the large screen. It was indeed not displaying the film, instead it seemed to be glitching. A scene from the film was paused completely, you saw the familiar face of the man on the screen. Kim Taehyung’s features staring back at you. The film seemed to have paused at a fairly random part, his figure was walking down a empty street, the black and white images continued to glitch more the longer you stared at them.

“Sorry everyone,” You announced as you came to stand in front of the screen, hoping your figure itself had caught the attention of the full crowd.

Their murmurs quieted as dozens of pairs of eyes settled on you.

“We are having some issues with the projector, we are working to fix it. We ask you to please be patient. “ You say as you flash them an incredibly forced fake smile.

“What fuck! We paid to see this piece of crap stop working!?” You hear someone yell out from the back and you wince.

“As as I said, we are working to fix-“

In the middle of your sentence, the screen behind you went completely black. Darkness fell over the room with the loss of light that had been coming from the film. You glanced up , trying to see if you could see anyone in the projection room but all you could see were the angry faces of customers sat at the very top.

“What is this bullshit!” A middle aged man in the front row in front of you exclaimed, he lifted himself off the seat to wave his hands dramatically, the action caused his bucket of popcorn to spill all over the floor.

More work for you later.

“Sir, I’m very sorry, we will-“

“Y/n!”

God damn it. What now?

You turned your head at the sight of your coworker Jihyo emerging from the right entrance beside you, the small flashlight in her hand pointed directly at you.

She gave the people she passed a regretful smile but it did little to calm their scrutinizing stares and soon you could hear the complaints getting louder around you.

“We have another problem, the projector in theater 20 also stopped working.” She whispered lowly and you cursed, watching as everyone in the room seemed to continue to complain amongst each other.

“Where is Jin?”

“Apparently fixing the projector , isn’t he ?” Jihyo questioned , knitting her eyebrows.

“Well, he doesn’t seem to be doing a good job.” You motioned to the dark screen behind you.

But in that moment, the screen suddenly lit up again, displaying the same scene it had been playing before. The film was no longer glitching. You stared up ahead again but saw nobody behind the glass windows that gave view inside the projection room.

Everyone in front of you seemed to settle down instantly, their loud complaints slowly turning into quiet grumbling as their entire attention seemed to be completely back to the movie.

You walked off to the side to not continue blocking the middle of the screen and Jihyo followed closely behind you.

“Nevermind, he must be working on fixing the other on now.” Your coworker said as she headed back towards the exit , you took one last glance towards the projector room, and you swore you saw something behind those glass windows but you ignored it and decided to follow Jihyo.

As you made your way out, you were about to ask her if she needed help fixing the soda machine but you came to a sudden halt when you noticed she was nowhere to be seen. Had she rounded the corner that quickly? You glanced both ways, the dim hallways were empty.

You sighed shaking your head as you walked back towards concession stand. When you were passing one of the restrooms you spotted something in the corner of your eye. You paused, taking a step back and glancing inside.

Jihyo was standing inside by the sinks. She was looking ahead in the direction of the stalls.

Completely still.

“Jihyo?” You called out to your coworker, stepping closer.

She jolted back, turning to face you with a startled expression. Her pupils were completely blown out and her gaze was unsteady, darting from you and back to the same spot she had been staring so intensely at.

“What’s wrong?” You question again , fully stepping inside the restroom of beaming white tiles . You followed her gaze but were met with nothing but a wall. The stalls all seemed to be opened meaning nobody was using them.

“N-nothing,” Jihyo shook her head from side to side, briefly shutting her eyes. “ Thought I saw something.”

You raise an eyebrow at her. She definitely looked freaked out, whatever she thought she saw must’ve left an impression.

“What kind of something?” You let out a laugh but it quickly died on your lips when you noticed her stoic expression. Her lips set in a straight line.

“It was nothing, just my mind playing tricks on me.” Your coworker assured you , making her way past you and you stared at the mirrors behind you. Her figure disappearing out of frame as she exited the restroom.

That was strange.

You stepped out as well, watching as she had already made it halfway down the hallway in the opposite direction. Deciding to not further question her about it , you went on your way instead and continued to walk back towards the concession stand, hoping no more unpleasant customers also awaited you there.

“These fanatics really are something-” The words died on your lips the moment you emerged from the corner, your eyes landing on the empty bench where your little sister should have been.

You let out a frustrated sigh as you peeked inside the restroom that stood right beside the cushioned bench.

“Yulhee?” You called out and apologized quietly when you saw a woman exit instead, giving you a quick glance.

You were going to murder your sister.

---

Yulhee was not at the arcade like you had previously thought, in fact the arcade was empty which was slightly odd but you figured it was due to every soul that had come in through those doors was now watching the infamous movie. You had checked every restroom, including the ones in the lower level. There was no sign of her anywhere. Of course she could have been inside one of the thearter rooms watching the damn horror film, it was the most probable case but you had briefly went inside some of the ones downstairs and had not seen her in any of the seats. Not that it would be that easy to find her, if her small figure had managed to seat herself in one of the further seats in the back, it was unlikely you would be able to spot her without flashing your flashight towards the entire crowd of people.

“That little brat,” You muttered angrily as you made your way back towards the escalators. You did a double take when you noticed a figure pass down the hallways you had just come from. Instead of continuing to let the moving escaltor take you back upstairs, you turned and started climbing down. What if it was her? You skipped down the dark corridors and towards the way you had seen the figure go.

You stopped in your tracks when you took note of a door slamming shut at the end of the hall. Was that the employee’s only door? It had to be, it was a small storage room where a lot of cleaning equipment had been placed. You knitted your eyebrows as inched closer to it. Without much hesitation, you yanked it open and stepped inside. It was pretty dark and your fingers searched for the lightswitch beside you but once you clicked it, it still didn’t seem to turn on any light.

A scream left your lips when you noticed the tall figure in front of you but your horror came to a quick end when you made out the familiar uniform. The purple vest and black shirt underneath matching your own. The person was wearing a type of mascarade mask, covering his upper face.

“Jin, what the fuck?” You ask, not knowing what the hell he was doing. It wasn’t out of character of him to pull this and you should of have expected it, he always like to play around like he was still some sort of middle schooler, you would normally find it endearing but right now you could only find it more stressful. Besides, it had been a shitty attempt at a scary costume.

He was silent and you shook your head, squitning at him through the darkness.

“You couldn’t even have picked a good mask? What is that even supposed to be?” You joke, clearly expecting him to have picked out a typical ghostface mask or some other known horror film costume. You watched as he tilted his head, coming closer to you.

“Hello?” You repeat, annoyance coating your tone as you roll your eyes. He was being lame, you knew he was trying to stay in character of whatever this character of his was supposed to be but it was useless, you already knew it was him.

A scoff left your lips as he lowered his face towards you and you stared into his eyes. the dark orbs boring into your own. Something about his gaze was different, you couldn’t put your finger on it in that moment but there was a glint to it you had never seen before. It felt unfamiliar.

Your eyes trailed down his lips but before you could stare too long at them, he connected them to your own. Your eyes widened at his sudden action but you felt yourself relax when his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you towards him.

He had never kissed you this way. When you two had hooked up, the kisses were brief and desperate, he had been far too busy removing your clothes. This kiss was so sensual, his slow movements were extructiating and you felt your stomach drop at how tender yet passionate he was being. His fingers came to grasp the back of your neck before his lips moved from your lips to your jawline, slowy moving down your neck. Your held tils back, allowing him more access and you let out a gasp as you feel his hands behind your thighs, lifting you up in a quick motion and pressing you against the door. Your legs immiedtly wrap around his waist as he continues to suck on the side of your neck. Common sense was nowhere to be found in that moment, you were too preocupied with the feeling of his tongue on your hot skin to even notice that what you were doing was highly unprofessional.

But then again, you in fact never were the most reliable employee.

In the midst of your sinful acts, an abrupt scream broke throughout the space that made your heart stop for a second, gripping Jin’s shoulders in fear.

You twisted your head back against the door, had the scream come from outside? Your first thought was it was just coming from inside of one of theatre rooms from the movie playing but it had sounded too close. You were a good distance away from any of the rooms.

“What was that?” You whispered, you felt Jin sigh into your neck and that’s when you realized he had not removed his mouth from your neck once, completely ignoring the scream.

“W-Wait Jin, I need to go check where my sister is.” You pulled away from him, forcing yourself to unwrap your legs from his waist despite his efforts to keep them wrapped around him. You never took Jin for the kinky type, sure he had been a good hookup but it was nothing like what he was displaying right now.

You sighed, adjusting your collared shirt and praying he had not left a mark on your neck.

Jin’s hot breath was tickling your neck as he hovered over you and it took some self control not to turn around and make him finish what he had started but you had to not let your own perverse thoughts take over your rationality completely.

You turned the knob and swung the door open, discreetly stepping outside and making sure your other coworker wasn’t nearby. That would have been quite the awkward encouner. You walked forwards down the corridor, glancing towards the set of esclators that were a few feet away. There seemed to nobody around so you wondered where that scream you heard had come from.

“Are you com-” You stopped mid sentence when you noticed nobody was behind you.

Huh?

You walked back in front of the storange room and glanced inside but Jin wasn’t there. Where had he gone? He must’ve been playing another trick on you but as you waited more, there definitely didn’t seem to be anyone around and Jin had not popped out of any corner. You made your way back to the esclators and as you jogged up them, you took your phone out to see if your sister had texted you back but there was nothing. You groaned as you typed her another angry message demanding where she had gone.

“You’re so dead, you little brat.” You muttered at your phone as you hit send and nearly jumped back once you looked up in front of you.

Your sister was sitting exactly where you had first left her, right on the bench beside the restroom entrance.

She raised an eyebrow at you expectangly and you gave her a perplexed look.

“Where were you?” You demanded and Yulhee batted her eyelashes, giving you a look of feigned innocence.

“What do you mean? I’ve been here the whole time.” She replies with a shrug.

“Cut the act Yulhee, you were not here. Where were you?” You ask again more sternly. She stared at you for a couple of seconds before sighing.

“Fine, I went to the room.” The what?

You definitely were not expecting that answer from her.

“What room?”

Your sister stood up ubruptly and widened her eyes.

“You know the room where the Kim Taehyung took his own life.” Yulhee stressed, obviously expecting you to know exactly what she was talking about.

The stare you were giving her was enough for her to shake her head in disbelief.

“What, you didn’t know?”

“I beg you pardon? What the hell are you talking about?”

Was she serious? That couldn’t be possible, the actor had committed suicide in his hometown yes, but you had never heard that he had done it in a theater, not that you had looked into it much. Besides, there was no way this movie theatre had even existed back then. You specifically remember your mother mentioning they had just built it about twenty years ago.

“I can’t believe you didn’t know, you’re such an amteur.” Your sister scoffed, a grin forming on her face and you wanted nothing more than to smack it off her right in this moment.

“This theater didn’t even exist so what-

“Correction, this specific building didn’t. But they built it exactly where the old theater had burned down.” She explained intently, “ This is where the film very first premiered back in the year 1931.”

You weren’t about to admit that you also had no idea the old theatre had burned down.

“That’s creepy.” You deadpan. “ So where exactly is the ‘room’ you went off to?”

Yulhee pulled out her phone, shoving it towards your face and you frowned at the blueprint displayed on the screen.

“It’s through this underground passageway, it’s basically an abandoned part of this theater. They supposedly bolted the entrance to it shut but it’s actually just poorly covered with caution tape.”

Your sister’s hobbies were actually starting to concern you more than usual.

“And why was this where you were at?”

You were positive it wasn’t safe to enter if it had caution tape on it, what if something would of happened to her? Not only would your mother have your head but you wouldn’t be able to stand the guilt of it either. And all for what? To visit the place where this serial killer had took his life? That was incredibly disturbing on its own.

“Haven’t you heard the theories?” Yulhee tilited her head, her eyes squiting at you in a completely patrionizing manner.

“No Yulhee, I haven’t heard the fucking theories. Unlike you, I have a life.”

Your sister sighed.

“There’s this theory that the film the Phantom is cursed and that the movie is actually still taking place as we speak.” Yulhee explained, “Every twenty years or so, people have claimed that new victims have been added to the film, characters that they don’t remember seeing the previous time they had watched the movie.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“It’s all over forums, there’s people claiming their parents and grandparents don’t remember a certain character, and as years go by it seems like there’s new victims in the film that were supposedly always a part of the original cast but people swear were not part of it before. It’s basically like the mandela effect.”

Yeah, your sister had completely lost it.

You couldn’t hold in your laugh anymore.

“That is so stupid,” You gasped in between your fits of laughter and Yulhee glared at you, evidently not amused by your inability to take her words seriously.

“Y/n, I’m serious. It’s everywhere, so many people have talked about it.”

You nodded, holding onto your stomach in an attempt to put yourself together.

“Yeah, I’m sure but it doesn’t mean it’s real.”

As the words left your mouth, you saw a familiar guy making his way towards you both. You turned to face Jin who seemed to be on the verge of a mental breakdown, not exactly like what you had expected him to appear like after your makeout session in that storage room.

“This night is completely cursed, the popcorn machine in the lower level has broke and Jihyo said the damn soda machine is also still broken.” Jin complained, wiping a thin layer of sweat off his forehead. “Not to mention, I’m pretty sure some kid vomitted in theatre 13.”

You grimaced, you would make a mental note to avoid cleaning that specific room later.

“I’m going to the arcade.” Your sister announced in a fed up tone but you caught her by the shoulder before she could scurry away.

“That better be where you’re going, I’m going down to check on you right now.” You warn as she tugs away from your grip, a familiar scowl settling on her face before she makes her way towards the escalators.

“I need you to go help Jihyo at the concession stand downstairs, looks like we may have to call the maintance guy because...” Jin trailed off but he fell silent for a second as you saw his eyes suspisciously trail over your neck, his eyes falling back to your face in a questioning manner. “Looks like you’ve been busy?..”

You were waiting for him to break a smirk but his face remained expressionless. He looked genuinley curious or almost worried at what he was seeing on your neck, your hand came to touch the hickey on your skin and you winced at the bruised spot.

“Yeah, you left quite the evidence..” You chuckle awkwardly and watch his face twist in confusion.

“I’m sorry, what?”

Was he serious?

“What do you mean ‘what’?” A grin was still on your face and you waited for him to cut the innocent act but he didn’t budge.

“Y/n , what are you talking about?” He shakes his head, and that’s when you realize his deadly serious tone. Not a hint of amusement in it. He was not playing around with you.

You felt confusion wash over your, your heart beating quicker at the sight of your manger’s face that gave away he had not a clue what you were reffering to or how you had managed to get that hicket on your neck. It was not his doing.

A sick feeling settled in your stomach.

“I..” You start in complete shock. There was no way? Nobody else had clocked in today. You were short staffed, the other two coworkers had left early and you were positive it was only your manager and Jihyo working tonight.

Then who had you made out with in that storage room?

Your thought were cut off by the entire space going dark, the electrictly suddenly completely shutting off as you took sight of your concession stand next you also going dark and the sound of the machines dying hit your ears. The already dim movie theater was now pitch dark. You could hear the screams inside the theatre rooms break out right away, the people must have been scrambling.

You heard Jin let out a curse in front of you, you could barely make out his handsome face now but you reached behind your pocket and took out your small flashlight. You shined it down the long corridor.

“We need to go handle the customers,” He says and you almost tell him that would be impossible, you wouldn’t be able to calm down these fanatics.

“Oh no, please don’t make go deal with them again.” You pleaded , completely refusing to go back and get screamed out and just about harrassed for these unfortunate events.

Jin sighed beside you and you heard something jingle before you felt a cold item being placed in your hand.

“Fine, go check the projector room, the technicionist should be up there already. I called him a while ago, make sure he fixes the lights.” You nodded even though you were sure he couldn’t see you.

The key was held tightly in your hand as you made your way towards the door that stood at the end of the hallway. The projection room was located upstairs on the third level and you could only hope you wouldn’t get lost as you didn’t exactly have the place memorized, you spent most of your shifts as a cashier. You weren’t really the type to explore but maybe you should have given that a second thought because right now all you were hoping was to suddenly gain a mental GPS that guided you through this darkness.

---

As you had suspected, you did end up getting lost. You didn’t know where exactly you had gone wrong, you had successfully made it through the room that had led you up a set of stairs but as for where exactly you were now? You had no idea. The corridor was smaller up here and there was obviously no theatre rooms so all you were passing by was empty walls that looked like they needed some extreme renovating. The air was colder up here and there was a certain smell. A musty order that clearly indicated a lack of ventilation. No matter how much you walked down these hallways, you couldn’t find the damn door of the projector room. You were met with only tiny storage closests and even tinier restrooms that reeked.

You didn’t even know how long you had been up here, when you were reaching to find your phone in your pocket a while ago you couldn’t find it. You hadn’t remembered leaving it anywhere but by how frantic this entire night had been you didn’t doubt you might have simply forgot.

You turned a corner and continued to point your flashlight down the hall but something on the walls ahead of you caught your eye, your steps slowed as you came to stand in front of what you had been eyeing from a few feet away. Old newspaper articles hung from the walls, the black and white images stared back at you and you tilted your head at the familiar face on them. It was him.

Kim Taehyung.

Why did they have these here? Was this place some sort of secret fanclub area? You almost laughed at the thought.

You read the old texts, they displayed his name and the title ‘Phantom’ beside him. They seemed to be images of him from the movie, the scenes were all different and there were many graphic images. A lot of them were of his victims you assumed, the women spread out before him as a threatening smile was plastered on his face, his fingers gripping the neck of one of his victim’s in particular stood out to you. He seemed almost pained in the image. Your eyes trailed over the old articles and your eyes widened when you read over some of the headlines.

“Serial killer the ‘Phantom’ still remains unidentified”

Your gaze fell lower to the other titles on the articles.

“Copycat killer “Phantom” on the loose”

“Authorities unable to find any traces of the killer.”

It all seemed rather normal, these seemed to be articles from when they still had not caught the infamous actor but as your eyes explored the paper more, you noticed the published dates printed on them on the right corner.

OCTOBER 26, 1941

NOVEMEBER 2, 1953

MARCH 16, 1960

That couldn’t be? You stared at the dates, trying to see if you were reading it correctly.

Kim Taehyung committed suicide in 1931, and the authorities had identified him as the killer shortly after his death that same year.

These newspaper articles didn’t make any sense.

As you reached out to grip the old articles, you notice how flimsy that area of the wall was. You knitted your eyebrows as you pushed against it and jumped back as it cracked open, revealig nothing but a pitch black abyss.

You glanced behind you before you took a step forward, waving your hand inside. You couldn’t feel anything so it definitely had to be some sort of passageway?

You took another step forward and that was your first mistake, you lost balance because there was no solid ground to step on. Your body went flying inside the space and you were sliding down what seemed to be a tunnel. You let out a scream of terror as your body uncontrollbly continued to hit against metal at each side of you, your body swaying from side to side harshly.

It seemd to be never ending. You felt like you had been falling forever.

Your screams ceased as your body landed on wooden floors. Your back was harshly pressed against the ground and you let out a panicked cry, your body flinching up. You had lost your flashlight in the midst of that chaos and you cursed as you took a look around the room, it wasn’t as dark as the corridor you had been wondering in moments ago but it wasn’t exactly greatly illuminated either. It seemed empty.

“You took quite the fall, sweetheart.” A deep voice spoke behind you.

You let out a gasp as you crawled forward in attempt to get as far away from whoever it was. What kind of creep was lurking in this place?Your hands came in front of you, attempting to steady yourself as you lifted yourself off the ground.

You lift your head up, your breathing hitched as you took sight of the man ahead of you. His features took a second to register fully in your brain. The black locks of hair tickled his neck, his sculpted features were almost too perfect to look real. He had an ancient type of beauty to him, one that would always be considered ethereal no matter how much time went on, no matter how much the beauty standards would change. It was face you had become quite too familiar seeing tonight.

It was him.

It was impossible.

“Love bites suit you” He smirked, his dark brown eyes settling on your neck as he tilted his head. He was wearing a plaid suit, one that resembled a deep sapphire blue. A white ruffled collared shirt poking out from underneath, the design hugged his neckline in such an elegant way. A black cloak covered his figure which made him appear far more intimidating than he probably actually was.Gemstone rings covered his long fingers and you watched as he took precise slow steps forward.

“There’s no way..” You whisper, beggining to shake your head rapidly. Had your hit your head on the way down? Was your body laying unconscious somewhere and this was just simply a bizarre dream? It had to be. There was no other possible explaination.

“You’re dead.” You state incridously and watch his lips twitch. “ You’ve been dead.”

His eyebrows dip, wrinkling together as he seems to contemplate your words and nods slowly.

“Perhaps in your reality that may be true.”

What?

You took a look around you and look down at yourself, you were no longer wearing your uniform but a loosely fit dress, the material was straight and came down to reveal your upper calves. It took you a good second to recognize the specific attire, a flapper dress. You felt your body tremble as your eyes landed on the heels you were wearing.

“This has to be dream.” You say, shutting your eyes as you tried to imagine yourself waking up. You hear him let out a scoff at your actions.

“Now, sweetheart.” He tsked, sighing as he lifted up a finger to his lip in consideration. “ Don’t be ridiclous, would I have been able to do that to your little friend if it was simply a dream?”

You didn’t know what on earth he was reffering to but you felt your blood run cold when you saw him motion behind you with a nod, lifting his eyebrows up. Time seemed to be moving excruciatingly slow, your body refused to move and take a look behind you. You felt it. That feeling of dread settling inside of you. You didn’t know how or why but you knew.

You swallowed, turning your neck slowly.

The sight brought an immediate wave of nausea over you.

It was your cowker, dressed in the identical clothing that you were wearing was seated in front of you. Her hands were tied up by two seperate ropes that were coming down from the cieling,this caused her wrists to lift up as if she was a puppet. Her legs were spread out and her head was tilited upwards, displaying her slit throat. Blood , so much blood. It covered her white dress entirely, dripping down her explosed legs and onto the wooden floors. Her eyes were wide open, empty gaze staring straight ahead.

“Oh my god, “ You whisper in complete horror, feeling your entire body stiffen in shock. You couldn’t accept the sight of Jihyo’s lifeless body in front of you. You had just seen her a while ago. The more you stared at her , the more the sickening reality sinked in and you could feel your legs tremble, threatning to give out on you.

“Jihyo..” You begin to sob as you take a step backwards.

“She was divine I’ll admit but she wasn’t the one.” You hear the man behind you say cruelly.

You swallow the lump in your throat as your teary gaze meets his. His eyes bore into yours , an intense glint in them as he slowly took in your figure.

“But maybe you are.”

You shake your head at what he was implying, your body turns and you begin walking backwards, creating as much space as possibly could between the man, the killer in front of you. He seemed amused by your cautious and terrified state.

“Sweetheart, why walk when you can run?” He taunted as the smirk was replaced with a much deadlier look in his eyes, he raised a single dark eyebrow as he stalked forward.

Your stomach dropped.

He was challenging you. He wanted a chase.

You force your legs to move as you practically throw your body forwards and start running through the empty space. Your heels clicked against the floors, you could hear your heartbeat in your ears as you tried to find an exit. You didn’t even know where you were or what this place was but you convinced yourself there had to be a way out.

You could hear him behind you, he was moving slow. Too slow.

As if he was taking his time.

“Please stop it! Leave me alone!” You scream as you continue to search for a door, an opening , anything that would get you out of here.

“Now why would I do that? You’re far too lovely for me to let you go.” His voice echoed throughout the room.

“You could be my one true love, who knows? Perhaps you won’t face the same fate as my past lovers...” It suprised you to hear that he sounded hurt by that statement. As if he was regretful of what he was admitting to.

“They never loved me as much as I loved them.” No, he sounded angry now. Your were out of breath already, your chest hurt as you started to feel around the walls around you, praying to find some sort of secret passageway like the one you had been so unlucky to stumble on moments ago.

“No, no.” You cry as you push against the walls but there was nothing.

“Is this what you’re looking for, sweetheart?” You pause your movements, taking a look behind you. You see him stand there a few feet away.

A door was behind him, the luxurious antique design was wide open and you were so sure it had not been there just a second ago. You could see the night sky greeting you from here, the chilly air hitting your face. You glance towards him, watching as he steps to the side, motioning you to cross him and leave.

“You’re going to kill me,” You whimper out, shaking your head and refusing his proposal.

It was a trick.

He looked insulted by your words, pouting at you. His beautiful face was terrifying, the glare of the moonlight shining against his tanned skin.

“I won’t.” He assured you, his voice was so smooth, So inviting and reassuring. You couldn’t believe a man like this had just finished slitting your coworkers throat.

“Not yet,” He clarifies, looking outside. “If you can escape me tonight then you might just be worth my entire attention and devotion.”

You stare at him, looking for any signs of decption on his face. But he seemed completely serious. His eyes watched you, waiting for you to move.

Was this all just a game to him?

“Why?” You question, inching forwards towards the door.

His lips tilt upwards at your slight movement, a grin forming on his lips.

“I want my lover to show me their dedication.”

He was demented.

But you weren’t going to stick around any longer and wait for him to grow impatient and decide to murder you in this moment. You didn’t think twice before you broke out into a sprint, running directly past him and out the door. The air felt like it was burning your skin, the clothing you wore did little to provide any warmth and you shivered as you ran down the unfaimilar streets that surrounded.

Where the hell were you?

You past a couple of vehicles and you almost got a whiplash when you realized they were Victoria Cadillacs. The vintage designs threw you off even more when you realized that every street around you were filled with the exact same type of cars. That’s when you also realized the buildings around you, you didn’t recognize them at all. These didn’t exist , they couldn’t have. You had never seen them before in your enite life living in this town.

You almost tripped when you took a glance behind you and realized Kim Taehyung was right on your tracks. His figure towered over you, his movements were smooth and precise, you couldn’t even hear his footsteps. He moved like a ghost.

Like a Phantom.

You let out a scream as you quicked your pace, trying to find someone on these empty streets.

Where was everyone?

“Help me! Please someone!” You yell out, turning down a street and crossing the road , your legs were close to giving out, you could feel the exhaustion taking over but you couldn’t let yourself stop.

You hear him chuckle behind you but when you turn your head again, there was nobody there.

“You might just be my favorite, sweetheart. The others gave up far too quickly but you seem to be the stubborn type.”

Where was his voice coming from? You didn’t see him anywhere.

You felt complete horror take over you, the tears continued to run down your face nonstop and you struggled to maintain your steady pace.

You were in an actual horror film.

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The credits started rolling on the large screen and everyone slowly started to get up, carrying their half empty buckets of popcorn and coca cola slushies. They murmed against each other, making their way down the steps and exiting the theatre room. Dozens of others followed from the other neighboring theatre rooms, the long corridors of the movie theatre becoming packed in a matter of seconds as people shuffled their ways to the escaltors.

“You know, I swear I don’t remember it ending like that.” A young girl murmed to her group of friends as she sipped on the last of her soda before throwing it beside a nearby trash bin.

“I know and that last girl he killed? I don’t remember that part from last time I watched it.” The guy replied in deep thought.

“I’m telling you it never ended in a cliff hanger, people swore it didn’t.” The second girl announced, completely convinced as she stared at her group of friends but the guy beside her rolled his eyes.

“Yulhee, stop with the damn conspiracy theories already.” He exasparated but the girl continued her relentless rant.

The worker overhearing their conversation lifted up his tired gaze as he waited for everyone to patiently exist the theatre room, a broom in his hand as he plugged in his earphones. It had been a long night and he couldn’t wait for his shift to finally end.

“Hope everyone enjoyed the movie.”

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LOADING INFORMATION ON CELESTE’S MAIN RAP, VOCAL JI YULHEE...

IDOL DETAILS

STAGENAME: Jiyul CURRENT AGE: 27 DEBUT AGE: 22 TRAINEE SINCE AGE: 14 COMPANY: 99 SECONDARY SKILL: N/A

IDOL PROFILE

NICKNAME(S): 율율 (Yul-yul), 윙크 퀸 (Wink Queen), 섹시 다이너마이트 (Sexy Dynamite) INSPIRATION: She hatched a love for the art of performance from a young age; adoring the attention, and the applause, from the attendees at her parents’ church as she sang in the choir. The rush of adrenaline, the saccharine-sweet praise, the irrefutable high; it left her hungry for more. It was told to her once that she had a magnetism when she was in front of a crowd—a presence that not many possess. While she often felt that those who told her such kinds things weren’t being all too serious, she somehow convinced herself that she was good enough to audition for companies; the love of putting on a show guiding her to 99 Entertainment, and leaving her in their care. After début, however, Yulhee’s decided that her main goal as an idol is to be a voice for the women, and girls, who don’t necessarily have one. Whether they be trapped in sheltered lifestyles like she was in her past, or told they can’t do something that they love, she hopes that her example gives them strength. Without a cause to speak for, what she does as a public figure would mean nothing, so all she wants is to fuel her female fans with the confidence to take a risk, and change their lives for the better. SPECIAL TALENTS:

Despite being the main rapper in her group, she can match pitch fairly well.

She can comedically impersonate all of her group-mates’ singing voices.

It is often claimed by her members that she is an excellent pole dancer.

NOTABLE FACTS:

While she doesn’t have any tattoos on her body at present, she’s stated that she’s a bit interested in getting one sometime soon. She finds them stunning, and her fans often send her photos on Twitter of the theirs to see if she’ll like/retweet them.

Jiyul is a graduate of both SOPA, and Chung-Ang University.

She is known to be an avid, and vocal, supporter of LGBT+ rights, and celebrated the legalization of same-sex marriage in the USA on her social media platforms.

IDOL GOALS

SHORT-TERM GOALS:

Despite lackluster popularity for Celeste, Yulhee plans on breaking apart from her pack in order to release music as a soloist. She’s happy that she has a group of women behind her as friends, colleagues, and confidants, but she feels as though she’s trained for so long that she can handle being on her own. That, and she hopes to be able to fight for as much creative freedom as possible, but even if each song is planned out for her, she’ll happily perform them. All she wants is her own spotlight—plain and simple.

LONG-TERM GOALS:

Though a life of fame and fortune used to be her ultimate goal when she was young, now that she’s gotten older, Yulhee dreams of leaving the spotlight behind her in order to become a wife, and a mother. Having spent so much time underneath the strict rules of 99 Entertainment, all she wants is a simple existence; one where she could look back on all that she’s accomplished proudly, but still disconnect from each memory in order to gain some sort of peace of mind.

IDOL IMAGE

From afternoon getaways to pick up saccharine sweet confections of bubblegum pink hues from the convenience store at fourteen, to indulging in multiple bottles of soju after a long day of rehearsal at twenty-two, Yulhee has evolved throughout her time as an entertainer. Having entered the industry as a pre-teen, she was once a bright-eyed, naïve girl with an appetite for success—a determination to metamorphose recurring dreams into blissful reality. Once upon a time, she was seen as a mess of blushing cheeks and soft-spoken syllables; her personality ethereal, moldable, and delightful. This supposed innocence, as well as her lack of vocal chops, caused her to be overlooked for earlier generation groups that her company débuted, particularly Heaven, and instead, she was selected to start her career within a collective that was safer; something dipped in chocolate and sprinkled with powdered sugar. Though, by the time that she was introduced to the public at large, she had aged quite a bit—standing at twenty-three years old, her curves and more mature, feminine wiles noticeably different in comparison to a few of her members. It was at this time where her company began to realize that they might have made a mistake with her, but instead of forcing her into a mold that was meant to sweeten audiences up with aegyo and ‘little sister’ images, they allowed her to take a step out of the box ever-so slightly—to charm them with flirtation, endless winks, and well-timed comedic retorts.

In the beginning, she was similar to that of a more wholesome Marilyn Monroe—someone that had a playful, yet coquettish wit, but was swathed in a delicate, girlish charm that still fit Celeste’s image. When she was surrounded by a multitude of Nation’s Little Sister hopefuls, she stood out as the older sibling who was more experienced, more wise, and quite frankly, almost maternal. To a lot of their younger fans, she was the ‘cool unnie’ that they felt they could trust, or the ‘beautiful noona’ that younger men fell head over heels for. Yulhee took this image in stride, and though it wasn’t necessarily what she hoped, it was better than being reverted to being almost childlike. She’d never been good at faking cute, after all.

She had also become known on variety shows to tease and simper. It started out as an array of innocent compliments, batted eyelashes, and frisky remarks, but as Celeste began to evolve, she was slowly able to unleash her bewitching incantations even further—her once chaste intentions with slightly amorous advancements turning into full-blown coquetry; almost to the point of vulgarity. Now able to don miniskirts and low-cut blouses, she uses each inch of her frame to captivate audiences, and it is particularly entrancing to Celeste’s newfound male-dominated fanbase. Needless to say, she continued to blossom until she was vivid flora all on her own; the blessed switch in concept elevating her confidence, and pleasing her knowing that she was no longer going to be forced to release music that she, personally, deemed ‘too young’ for her. A negative side effect to this alteration, though, was the fact that many of her female fans thought she acted indecently in the media, and that in, and of itself, is something she deeply regrets, and feels remorseful over.

Despite the more overt approach to her sexuality, and the transition from being the ‘cool older sister’ to the ‘super sexy older woman,’ Yulhee still believes that her mind (especially her wit and wisdom) is what makes her marketable; relatable. She might portray herself as someone that’s a bit loose, and a bit of a minx to the public, but all of that is calculated, and she’s still able to handle herself in a poised fashion when need be. Why can’t beauty and brains live together in harmony? Why must they constantly exist so far away from one another? Why can’t she be sexy, and smart? Why can’t she be a role model, but also someone who embraces themselves completely? She’s here to prove that she’s a cocktail containing both—a woman who’ll make you blush, but also have long conversations about the state of the world, too. A woman who men and women would like to take to bed, but also someone to take home to meet the parents, too. It’s that duality that (hopefully) makes her every man’s dream girl, but every woman’s role model, as well.

IDOL HISTORY

1999.

The strong fingers of her father delicately plucked the keys of ivory and ebony, each note played flowing into her ears, being digested, and then replicated (to the best of her ability, at least) by the bell-like sound of her voice—it’s high-pitched, childish quality a testament to her youth. He plays each scale over, and over again, hoping that her still-developing ears would fine-tune themselves enough to correct the mistakes she’s made in the process, but she was still too young to understand what these exercises were for, and that was obvious.

“One more time, Hee-yah…”

His timbre soft, warm, and encouraging, as he travels up each octave; her breath working to support each note as it went higher, but once she wasn’t able to produce much noise, he ceased his motions; wishing she could’ve reached more than she had, but he didn’t want her to strain too much. That said, he wrapped an arm around her; pulling her in close as a non-verbal ‘good job’ to soothe her from all of the work he put her through.

“Wanna know what? I think you’re going to be fantastic for your solo this Sunday! You’ve really worked hard, and I’m proud of you. Mom will be, too.”

Nodding her head, she inhaled and exhaled a deep breath; her throat sore from the hours of practice she’d endured. Despite the workload, she was looking forward to her first ever recital with them at church; her mother, the director of the collective, eager to show the congregation what her little girl has been working on. The two have them had always stated that she was a chip off of the old block—her father’s looks, but her mother’s talent. Presently, she found all of the love and attention they gave her comfortable, but as time drifts on, it was only going to become more suffocating. For now, though, she did as she was told, and come the time she made her début as a singer at mass, Ji Yulhee began to fall in love with being in front of the crowd; the heat of a room full of people staring at her fueling her with confidence as opposed to uncertainty. All of the fun she had while being the center of attention was more important to her than being a perfect singer, after all.

Little did she know then that, as she grew into the woman that she’d become in adulthood, that rush of adrenaline would become something she chased forever.

2005.

Adolescence. What a troubling (and defining) time in a girl’s life.

Each year that she’s grown more and more into a woman, she’s been dolled up to be the poster child of the church that her father preached at. Truth be told, that isn’t something that she necessarily invited, but she was still too young to know what rebellion was. However, in her older age, she was growing a somewhat rotten attitude that would peek its head out in peculiar ways. At thirteen, she became a master of back-handed compliments; ones so decadently sinister, but still so drenched in sugar, that they didn’t come across as rude or deceitful. Despite this change in her demeanor, everyone who attended mass would shower her with compliments, and it became so often that, at the time, she was getting so sick, and tired, of hearing the same old repeated sentiments time, and time again.

“You’re so beautiful!” “You have a stunning voice!” “Have you ever thought about becoming an idol?”

At thirteen, she fought hard not to roll her eyes at the saccharine-sweet adulation. She didn’t mind the praise much at first, but having to step into a set of shoes that were far too perfect for her was exhausting. Not only that, but if she were being honest, she didn’t find herself to be that great, either. In a sense, she had a hunch that all of those who’d seen her grow were being overly kind. Sure, she had thought of auditioning for companies in hopes of escaping the sheltered walls that were built around her, and sure, she thought that just maybe, possibly, her singing voice was okay enough to mold, but everyone made it seem as though she was flawless; seamless. That, in and of itself, only added to the pressure she was subjected to on a daily basis. Also, each time the opportunity was created for her to seek out casting calls, she was needed for something: recitals, rehearsals, or chores, it didn’t matter. Time wasn’t ever kind to her, or her dreams. Luckily for her, though, another chance would be thrown in her direction, and this time, it’d work in her favor.

As she walked home from school one evening, she overheard two of her classmates talking about the recent announcement that 99 Entertainment made on the radio; their chatter leading her to discover that there was going to be an open call searching for talent the day after her fourteenth birthday. Rushing home, she let her parents know of her plans, and though they were hesitant at first, they allowed her to take part; having confidence that she would be able to make them, and their cohorts, proud with her supposed talent.

2008.

Her phone rings, and yet again, she lets it go to voicemail; the screen letting her know that she has a collection of twenty-seven missed calls from her mother in the past four hours.

It had been the fifth Sunday in a row that she hadn’t bothered to attend church, and it was becoming concerning for her parents. The tried, and true, excuse of needing to squeeze in extra time in the practice hall for yet another evaluation wasn’t working anymore, and they were adamant that she attend. The truth? She simply didn’t believe in what they preached anymore, and hadn’t for a very long time. She’s grown-up, experienced life, and has learned to make her own decisions; to live for herself, and herself only. They, however, didn’t want to believe that; or, rather, they absolutely refusedto believe it.

After all, how on earth could their little girl be an atheist?

Turns out, it only took her a few years to learn what rebellion was, and she was doing just that; turning her back on the world that she knew since birth. Never in her life had she been able to express herself like she had in training, and there was no way that she was going to give that up.

If it wasn’t for her successful audition at 99 so long ago, she would’ve still been trapped like Rapunzel in her parents’ world; treated like a princess who couldn’t ever step out of line. So, despite it being nearly soul-swallowing to focus wholly on work, school, and her dreams, Yulhee couldn’t be happier with where she’s at—this new form of limited ‘independence’ much more than she could’ve ever hoped for.

2010.

All she could think about was their critiques.

No matter how many times she tried to listen to music to drown out her thoughts, all she could hear was their voices—their pity-ridden tones still making her angry as she recollects the moment they told her that she wouldn’t be making her début. Four years had gone and went, and now, at nineteen, all she wanted to do was throw in the towel. Was all of this pain really worth it in the end anyway?

She’d always been a loose cannon; someone who, after years of keeping her head directed towards the ground, was no longer afraid to get angry, or speak their peace. Now, though, she felt as though she was forced into silence; much like she was as a child. Instead of being able to respond to their thoughts, she had to bite her tongue, but that didn’t stop her from seeing red as their words played on repeat in her mind.

“You just don’t have the strongest voice out of the girls here, and if you did, maybe you’d have a chance in Heaven, but we think that you need more time to grow.”

More time to grow? Had she not done so already? All of this was mere confirmation that all of her insecurities from her days in the choir were accurate; that she wasn’t as talented as everyone claimed.

“Your pitch is okay, at best, but you lack the edge we’re looking for. There’s no grit, no soul, and that’s what’s need for Heaven. We’d love it if you would learn to let go more.”

Each statement was like a jab to the heart, and though she did her best to be composed, she couldn’t help but feel as though she made a fool of herself, and that made her mad. Curse her mother for making her over-analytical, and curse her father for making her focus on the things that could be learned, instead of what could be felt. Turns out, in her eyes, at least, they tried turning her into a robot in more ways than one, and for that, she probably would never forgive them.

That said, though, she decided to suck up her frustrations, and move forward, but instead of focusing on singing, she decided to dabble in other branches of performance. Maybe she’d learn more if she hung up what she claimed to love in the past, and embraced something new?

2011.

Bass-heavy tunes flowed into her ears from a set of newly purchased headphones, and when she used to focus on how a singer would string their lines together to create pretty sounds, she now tossed that aside. At present, she solely focused on the passion the rapper exuded; admiring how they were able to express themselves in intensity; in fire. Never in her life had she been subject to a world of such power, and for once, she felt inspired. Back then, she failed to realize that she didn’t focus on singing for herself, no. She only did it because her parents wanted her to, so there was a disconnect between her, and music, whenever she opened her mouth to perform. Now, though, she was becoming drawn to a different method of performance—one that better suited her fierce personality.

So, after moving her focus over to rap, she found herself staying up all night to learn about rhythm, about flow, and about swagger; three things that were necessary to her success in the field. It wasn’t easy for her to adjust to, and it took her a long time before she was able to fully cover a song that was only rap, but she was dead-set on living and breathing hip-hop. Whether it was Western, or Eastern, she spent hours researching and studying; seeing what its origins were, its cultural importance at different periods of time, and it was then when a deep-rooted adoration for it was unlocked within her. Even though she lived in a completely different fashion from the genre’s founding fathers, she felt as though she could relate to them in a multitude of ways, and overall, she understood their anger.

She had a lot of it, too, after all.

After gaining a better understanding of it, she knows that it isn’t about staying perfectly in beat with the track; it’s about the movement, the message. Yes, being precise is important, but instead of focusing so hard on technicalities, she needs to use her emotions to fuel her performances. Unleashing that wasn’t going to be easy, but she was determined to try.

2013.

Manicured fingernails combed through the whorls of onyx-black tresses that traipsed down her back, high-heel clad feet confidently walking into the evaluation room she’d learned not to fear as much as she used to. She was once a meek girl who was never sure of how her performances would go, but now, especially after looking failure in the face once, and being able to trust in herself more, she donned a layer of confidence that wasn’t there before.

With a new transition into the world of rapping, she’s learned that she’s able to fully let go of whatever inhibitions and demons plagued her in the past; the sound of her mother’s voice no longer ringing in her ears as she now doesn’t focus much on singing. Instead, she uses the suppressed anger for the woman and man who raised her as ammunition. Sure, she’s still very much a novice in the eyes of the hip-hop world, but her presence has changed almost completely. So, as the music started, she took her position and began; her eyes narrowing as she delivered her verses; the nasally tone she adopted still adding a girlish charm to her stanzas. When she was finished, she waited for critiques—her new favorite part of each evaluation, believe it or not.

“You’re still having an issue with making sure your lyrics are pronounced properly, but this is better than last time. Your stage-presence has gotten better, as well.”

Nodding her head, she remained silent; learning from what they had to say instead of taking it to heart.

“It also seems that you’re not super comfortable performing choreography in heels yet, too, so maybe practice more with them next time? I don’t recall you ever wearing them while you rehearsed.”

Agreeing, she bowed and thanked them for their time—her work not yet done, but on the path of becoming more polished more and more everyday.

2015-2017.

Here she was: on-stage during her first ever goodbye stage, and even though television cameras spiraled around her like drones, she couldn’t help but feel painfully out-of-place. Having taken a chance by diving head first into the art of rap, she was stuck with a cute concept; one that would’ve been appropriate for her around the time she almost made her début. What’s more is that, after working so hard at her new passion, she was stuck mostly singing (and even talking) during Celeste’s first ever track. She had no honest idea why her life had taken this turn for her, but she couldn’t help but laugh in each recording session; every song they were given to work with driving her insane with how immature they sounded.

She, as well as the rest of her members, weren’t necessarily young girls anymore, and she found herself cringing more times than she could count every time they performed. She tried not to make it too obvious that she wasn’t having a great time, but it was extremely challenging.

In fact, a few of her sour facial expressions were caught on camera and it prompted some very low-scale attitude scandals, but overall, she did her best not to let her intensity show.

Throughout this time, though, she couldn’t help but think of how her parents were probably pleased with what she’s up to; their daughter back to rocking an innocent image all over again—one that she’s tried so hard to desperately run away from.

Time and time again, though, she wasn’t allowed to properly rap on title songs, and that made her extremely upset. Their current concept didn’t lend itself to the image that she longed to have in the industry, and being as though she was already well into her early-to-mid twenties, she feared that she would be stuck in this box forever.

Maybe she wasn’t meant to ever be fully pleased with her life?

2018.

Due to lackluster sales and little-to-no success in their market, 99 Entertainment had let the girls know that some changes were going to be made, and it left Yulhee feeling very uneasy. If this was their subtle way of letting them know that they would be disbanding, she would feel extremely betrayed; as though the last twelve years of her life was nothing more than a waste of time.

However, what she was met with was something that positively excited her: a change in concept.

While it might’ve seemed like a move out of desperation to some, she was extremely happy to know that they would begin moving into the realm of sex appeal and girl power. It’s known that most failing girl groups make this change in order to grab new attention, but this was an adjustment that she felt worked better in her favor, so why wouldn’t she embrace it with open arms? Her visuals better suited genres that were a little more risqué, anyhow, so why would she ever complain about being more of a central member in her group?

What this also meant, too, was that she was finally going to get a chance to rap more often, and hopefully now the public would see more of her charms; her gentle approach to flirting on variety shows in the past nowhere near as brazen as she was in real life. Hopefully now she would be able to feel comfortable in her own skin, and after the release of Heart Attack, and the comebacks following, she was becoming more well-received by the fanbase.

“I didn’t know that Jiyul-unnie could rap so well!” “Is it just me or is she glowing more after they switched concepts?”

This was the praise that she was used to, but instead of finding it artifical and obnoxious, she found it humbling. It was almost as if life was finally throwing her a treat after she spent so many years begging for a chance to shine.

2019.

Presently, Yulhee is enjoying the attention that she’s been given; both from the company, and from her fans. While she knows that she’s not perfect, and that she still has a long way to go before she’s able to prove herself worthy of the title of main rapper, she’s happy that she can now make actual progression in her field. Before, she was forced into the same box that she was placed into as a little girl: someone that was expected to be frail and obedient. Now, though, she’s finally allowed to be the woman that she’s always wanted to become.

One that doesn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. One that isn’t afraid to express her sexuality, and her feelings, freely. Hopefully she can be a role model to the women, and girls, of the world who are tired of being told what to do, and when to do it. Instead, she urges them to take a risk; to stand up for themselves; to raise their middle fingers in the air towards the people who’ve doubted them throughout their lives.

Even though she’s living through a high point in her life, she still deals with her fair share of flaws. She’s greedy, self-indulgent, and at times, a bit arrogant—her past attitude problems now elevated to a point where she’s called a ‘diva’ quite often. For now, though, she doesn’t really care about the rumors, and the ugly truths. She’s living as herself, and herself only; much like she’s always wanted to.

And that’s what’s really important to her.

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