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full name 권기림
date of birth 09.13.98
birthplace GOYANG, SK
hometown GOYANG, SK
ethnicity KOREAN
faceclaimROH JISUN, FROMIS_9
backupJUNG YERIN, GFRIEND
language(s)
• KOREANFLUENT
• CAT, KSL, ETC.sHE TRIES
appearance
"Let there be fluff!!" she exclaims, muffled by a faceful of cat.
She goes through the motions that any face-conscious person is supposed to do—face masks, moisturizers, yada yada—but honestly, she's disappointed that there's still so much to do after saving up for double eyelid surgery and a jaw t. It's her generous bust that gains her more attention than this face she spends so much time/money on. Yet, even if she is no Helen of Seoul, she has that small face and not-small chest that netizens love to love. Hurrah for genetics.
personality
TRAITS // ironically jolly, stubbornly genuine, strategically lazy, CHEERFULLY MORBId, the heart.
"Some of us run on hopes and dreams, others run on coffee. I don't run."
You'd think a girl co-managing a business at the age of nineteen would be more... alive? Somehow energetic? What you get instead is Girim muttering "woops" as she realizes she'd stayed up to 3AM watching fancams of Pentagon. Then continuing to watch, because she trained the part-timers already and had the powaa (powaa) to slack off now. Every few days or so she gets off her and works on what she calls "marketing." What the rest of the world calls "cat videos."
Counter to everything ever said about hard work saving the day, this girl slogs her way to relative success. WORK SMART, NOT HARD; WAR OVER BATTLE, and so on. Every time she bows and promises to work hard, she's already thinking of ways to hack the assignment. Call it basic economics, just optimizing with scarce resources—in this case, her motivation. You see: there is no point if you aren't happy. LETHARGIC AND EASYGOING she may be, we take happiness seriously in this house. Girim is still figuring out her convictions, but she remains allergic to seeing people unhappy and COSMICALLY OPPOSED TO FAKING anything. Here be one all-organic bean.
"I'm afraid I have lost my marbles," she says mildly.
"If you find them, let them know I love them and wish them all the best."
"If you find them, let them know I love them and wish them all the best."
Ah, but wait. Before all that, what even is a Girim?
"Girim-ah" is the sleepy, soft-spoken darling who deadpans a "hee" at your questionable jokes so our slower friends know to laugh it off. She's the one log-rolling across the practice room (because screw walking) and rolling water bottles across the floor towards other exhausted trainees (because screw walking). Kwon Girim is NOT THE FUNNY GIRL BUT THE HAPPY ONE. Perhaps counter-intuitive, since HER EMOTIONS APPEAR SO MUTED, but there she is, making fist pumps on others' behalf and celebrating everything in her own way. Even the not-so-celebratory stuff. Girlie's got this DARK MATTER-OF-FACTNESS, making light conversation of the grimmest stuff. Seriously, the way she talks; it's like having tea with the four horseman.
"Rim-ie" is a walking unit of comfortable silence (at least for her part), a TOKEN OF REASSURANCE with aura of safety. There's this sense of "she'll treat you the same even if you hit rock bottom." "She'll see you picking your nose and simply offer a tissue for the booger." She's just a laidback kid, who INVITES CASUAL ANTICS by patting hairs, kudos-ing failed attempts at human-ing, and waving away the awkward when her mother's passing comes up. Breaking the ice need not be aggressive, speaking your mind need not be loud, and opening up to others need be a Whole Thing.
From Girim's perspective: what's the point of having people around you if you won't give a crap about them? Making folks happy is the entire adventure! Someone else may be here to compete, but she's here to sneak out and buy some homesick girl an obscure treat that is hard to track down in Seoul, when said foreigner isn't even on her team. It's an accusation of "disloyalty to her team"/"not taking this show seriously" waiting to happen, but UNNECESSARY KINDNESS IS A NECESSARY TRADITION. What is Girim supposed to do, pretend that she doesn't care about a crying girl when she does? That the show's rules are how things should be? She will bow and say "sorry..." for not being sorry. "Sorry" to her team, for not taking her easy way out. "Sorry" she can't do more and help without hurting. (Ugh, will they air this instead of the maknae's hard work? She's almost tempted to slip into imagined comforts, but...)
Even as forms the word, her eyes redirect its meaning and crackle with unspoken accusation. It's a hateful place to be, where she is TORN BETWEEN HER CORE OBJECTIVES: making people happy and doing as she believes, but as usual, she's hacking this on the way down to her bow. "I'm sorry, sunbaenim," and she'll shut up there to avoid further delay or penalty to her team (lose the battle for the war)—but the No in her eyes, she won't bother to hide; a last stand perhaps lost in
(Oh, the irony, that the worshipper of genuine is a queen of "insincere" apology.)
"The center is a position like any other. Our main vocal shouldn't be tone-deaf, and
our center shouldn't be a spotty dancer who constantly breaks the vibe to check their position."
She glances knowingly into the mirror. "Like me."
our center shouldn't be a spotty dancer who constantly breaks the vibe to check their position."
She glances knowingly into the mirror. "Like me."
Between her casual darkness and skewed priorities, she has all the ingredients for flopping, no matter how supportive and understanding she proves to be. For once, K-fans and I-fans might agree on who to kick. Girim can't be the only one to believe "vibes beat skill" and "optimizing beats overreaching," but to do so openly is disrespecting the veil. To actively maneuver around talent, diligence, improvement, etc... as her fellow trainee Jinsil would say: "At least shut up if can't pretend." Worst of all, her enthusiasm on stage is easily replaceable with someone of equal or greater talent; there's no reason to keep her if not her personality.
Only those who see past the "laziness/arrogance" might see that she has her team's welbeing in mind, that her principles demand she speak even when her hands shake with terror of backlash. They might even see her point: that the stage comes alive only if the performer feels alive too. Of course, her philosophy on making people happy is solid, but to create what she envisions? She's actually better at ruining it. Girim is just a PROFESSIONAL OBSERVER WITH NO REAL ANSWERS—and most of all, she is only one person.
Can anyone arrive at all the right answers in isolation? Even with Girim's business success, she never got anything done alone. Her earnest approach gets her halfway, but then it's up to someone else to step up and let her know she ain't reaching into the void. She HOARDS VALIDATION, proof of concept, reminders of human connection; because she is weaker than her faith. Take her hand, and she will do everything to make sure you shine, but if no one even considers what she suggests... CIVIL DISOBEDIENCE she can do on her own; speaking up is only half the battle before it's in the listeners' hands. Between her too-relaxed air and refusal to lie, Girim's COMMUNICATION SKILLS ARE A WORK IN PROGRESS.
You know why she wants to be an idol? Spoiler alert: it ain't the money. It's the silly smile that her own biases bring to her face, as well as the tears. She knows, as any sane fangirl would, that so much of idolhood is put-upon and artificial, but these are humans on her screen. Something is genuine, and that something (sappy as it sounds) is the spark they bring to her otherwise just-satisfactory life. If only she could, she'd be honored to be someone else's spark as well.
"For as long as I am here, I hope to bring a unit of happiness to those who support me."
She flashes a rare smile, sincere and a touch waggish. "And to those who don't."
She flashes a rare smile, sincere and a touch waggish. "And to those who don't."
history
The Race, as her grandparents called it, was to see which of the three business owners would die first. Winner gets their business inherited by baby Rim-ie. Grandpa (an ex-ER nurse, now a bookstore owner) claimed the born-first advantage, but Grandma (a funeral planner) liked to say she'd pull an upset. Father argued that as the one working furthest from home (as the on-site veterinarian at an animal shelter), he was most likely to become roadkill. "And that's the only sportscar I'll ever touch," he'd say.
"Aim for an expensive one," Grandma would say. "For that big, fat settlement." Girim would name one fancy car brand, then Grandpa another, and so goes dinner.
The Kwon family has had a long partnership with death. First a burial service, now a columbarium to which a nearby hospital funnels most of their tragedies. Girim's bedtime stories with ghostly tales with sardonic twists. In any other household, a mother suddenly bleeding out and a newborn with liver complications would... break something. For baby Girim, ex-nurse Grandpa signed off on transplanting his daughter-in-law's liver tissue to save at least one life tonight, while Grandma and Father planned a funeral fit for a rock star. Grief was an old friend prone to showing up uninvited, but there was always room to love and celebrate.
Recent ancestors learned the hard way that the gruesome talk at home did not translate well into Society™, so Girim went out equipped with ways to make herself a non-target. The trick to not saying the wrong thing, was to not say anything she didn't hear someone else say first. For fifteen years, Girim was herself at home and a glorified parrot everywhere else—and it was miserable, but she was more scared of backlash than she was miserable.
However, when she tagged along with a group of "friends" to audition for DSP and ended up the only one accepted... that forced things to a head. Her friends were nice enough to pretend they weren't jealous, but the open secrets left a taste in . This taste became distaste as she started realizing that she had been no better, that the Girim they'd been friends with was only a fraction of who she was anyways. The Girim they knew would have passed up the contract and gone back to status quo. The Girim that Girim knew recalled Grandma's ancient sigh, at those urns in the columbarium that sat lonely and unvisited. "Died without living" was the old woman's diagnosis. Died being someone they weren't, Girim now supposed quietly.
She ended up wagering everything on one honest talk with her friends, to explain her "not sure why but I feel like this, but I really want to do this actually. I need something to change in my life. Sorry it's lowkey leaving you guys behind." The end of that conversation was the first time in fifteen years she got to trust someone besides her family. The moment she could finally admit: she hated being afraid.
2014 was quite the time to be at DSP. Kara Project getting into full swing, with a new girl group in the works for those girls the show promotes but doesn't select. She didn't even make the cut to participate on the show, and for good reason; Girim would collapse under the masquerade if she had to not only keep her personality in check but overlay a whole image on top. She miiight be able to milk the newbie trainee thing and win hearts through being hard-working, but she can't keep up the diligent pretense forever. So, while so many other trainees stressed over the show, she came, she saw, she learned. Really, how many people get to see the back-end of a survival show minus all the stress of participating, editing, etc.? Girim's quest to avoid stress/work/betraying who she is landed her a front row seat and loads of insight that she then had years to slowly unpack.
What did she find in the end? After watching the show both "live" and on air? She'd distantly acknowledged idols as "pretty neat," but there was now a humanity there she could not deny... and a mortality she could not ignore. An amazing unnie she had admired from afar was there one moment, a solemn news article the next. Of the ones who survived her, far too many made their recoveries under scrutiny—the bitter irony of a publicized passing. To this day, Girim is ashamed that it took so long and so much for her to settle into her current mindset. Girim had always been so terrified, so absorbed in her caution; this would be the end of that. It costed far, far too much, but our girl finally learned to feel for others.
If death was a family friend, suicide was a freshly sworn nemesis. The Horatio has seen enough tragedy.
"When life gives you lemons, 'tis a chef's duty to give lemons life."
Grandpa won The Race in the end. Girim looked at her trainee contract, mere days from expiring now, and the April line-up which didn't have her in it, then quietly packed her bags. Goyang Books was hers now in all but name (it'd be her father's until she graduated), and the little 16-year-old had Big Plans.
The book store was honestly close to following Grandpa to the grave. The digital age whittled down sales, and those who did come in just studied/worked in the funny nooks offered by the eccentric architecture. Why not give the customers what they're already taking, she figured. Goyang Books became the Goyang Reading Room, and the old check-out corner now sold refreshments. She prettied up the old storage spaces and let community groups book catered meetings in aesthetics and privacy. When Father sighed again about cat adoptions going slowly, she thought: cats~ and then: wait, cats!! It was meant to be annual meet-and-greet for the most adoptable kitties, but it turned into more of a monthly petting fair... then weekly... then always. It was convenient that Goyang (고양), the town's name, had the same characters as goyang-ie (고양이), "cat." She just added an "이" shaped like a cat clinging to the existing logo, and it was actually Perfect™
The partnerships with non-profits only grew from there, until Goyang(-ie) became home to daily workshops. One organization let families decorate cakes together, to be donated to childcare facilities / in-patient pediatric wards (why should those kids' birthdays be any less sweet?); a tutoring group for deaf/mute children held open sessions weekly and let Girim sit in whenever. Girim's old friends got special nooks and unlimited petting times with the cats, and as the little business owner in her class, she finally had her own ground to stand on. She can speak and be heard; she can believe and be supported. Kwon Girim finally got to meet Kwon Girim.
So goes three years. Girim graduated, and with legal adulthood came official co-ownership of the business she'd brought to life. All day, there were things to validate her faith in humanity. Kids came in excited for community service crafts. Cool Seoulites splurged on her pastries in typical consumerist fashion, but some of them definitely dated after meeting here. The nearby seniors' residence provided many regulars who played intense games of janggi and only half-heartedly scolded the cats rolling on their board. After getting featured as a meeting spot for one We Got Married couple (maybe including a trainer? hon hon hon), the Goyang(-ie) Reading Room secured its status as this magical walk-in book club with workshops galore.
Grandma and Father were crazy proud of how her ideas came alive and content to let her pass up college. The community of regulars and workshoppers offerred astonishing support in this; she had expected more judgment, but turns out running a business at her age was impressive enough to cancel out the lack of higher education. Everywhere she looked, people seemed satisfied with her or at least tolerant... yet something still sat hollow. She was so happy like this, surrounded by cats and people she'd brought together, but late at night, she's still watching idol shows alone.
Her old high school friends (the ones who stuck around) still stayed in touch, but college kept most of them too busy to hang out. Instead, Girim had Ji Yona, the little sister to one of her best friends and unofficial messenger between them. Soon, they became friends in their own right, and as any bad influence would, Girim didn't discourage Yona's increasing fondness of idols. With Girim's now-trained eye, she could see the spark of potential in her young tag-along, and every time Yona begged her for audition tips, she started feeling this pull. The first time she attempted idolhood, it wasn't her own idea, but as perspectives changed, Girim had begun to want it of her own accord.
When Yona asked her unnie to audition together, the "yes" came all too easily.
TL;DR: Between a healthy but macabre household and the "normal" rest of the world, Girim grew up largely a fraud, desperate not to step out of line. However, her attitude was put to test when her friends dragged her into auditioning at DSP and only she got accepted. Instead of wanting whatever she was supposed to want at the expense of actual happiness, she learned to make her own... not quite confidence but willingness to step out and simply be. The passing of a fellow trainee (after said trainee failed with DSP's Kara Project) only solidified Girim's new perspective. She ultimately left DSP to focus on transforming her grandfather's business after his age caught up to him. Goyang(-ie) Reading Room went from a failing book store to a successful community hub, but still, a small part of her began to love idolhood for her own reasons. Second time around, Girim again auditioned as someone else's plus-one, but this time, she chose to for herself.
"Aim for an expensive one," Grandma would say. "For that big, fat settlement." Girim would name one fancy car brand, then Grandpa another, and so goes dinner.
The Kwon family has had a long partnership with death. First a burial service, now a columbarium to which a nearby hospital funnels most of their tragedies. Girim's bedtime stories with ghostly tales with sardonic twists. In any other household, a mother suddenly bleeding out and a newborn with liver complications would... break something. For baby Girim, ex-nurse Grandpa signed off on transplanting his daughter-in-law's liver tissue to save at least one life tonight, while Grandma and Father planned a funeral fit for a rock star. Grief was an old friend prone to showing up uninvited, but there was always room to love and celebrate.
"Life is a gift I cannot give away," she says. "It'd be rude.
To give away something that was given to you, especially by a dead mom. Rude."
To give away something that was given to you, especially by a dead mom. Rude."
Recent ancestors learned the hard way that the gruesome talk at home did not translate well into Society™, so Girim went out equipped with ways to make herself a non-target. The trick to not saying the wrong thing, was to not say anything she didn't hear someone else say first. For fifteen years, Girim was herself at home and a glorified parrot everywhere else—and it was miserable, but she was more scared of backlash than she was miserable.
However, when she tagged along with a group of "friends" to audition for DSP and ended up the only one accepted... that forced things to a head. Her friends were nice enough to pretend they weren't jealous, but the open secrets left a taste in . This taste became distaste as she started realizing that she had been no better, that the Girim they'd been friends with was only a fraction of who she was anyways. The Girim they knew would have passed up the contract and gone back to status quo. The Girim that Girim knew recalled Grandma's ancient sigh, at those urns in the columbarium that sat lonely and unvisited. "Died without living" was the old woman's diagnosis. Died being someone they weren't, Girim now supposed quietly.
She ended up wagering everything on one honest talk with her friends, to explain her "not sure why but I feel like this, but I really want to do this actually. I need something to change in my life. Sorry it's lowkey leaving you guys behind." The end of that conversation was the first time in fifteen years she got to trust someone besides her family. The moment she could finally admit: she hated being afraid.
"I never knew."
2014 was quite the time to be at DSP. Kara Project getting into full swing, with a new girl group in the works for those girls the show promotes but doesn't select. She didn't even make the cut to participate on the show, and for good reason; Girim would collapse under the masquerade if she had to not only keep her personality in check but overlay a whole image on top. She miiight be able to milk the newbie trainee thing and win hearts through being hard-working, but she can't keep up the diligent pretense forever. So, while so many other trainees stressed over the show, she came, she saw, she learned. Really, how many people get to see the back-end of a survival show minus all the stress of participating, editing, etc.? Girim's quest to avoid stress/work/betraying who she is landed her a front row seat and loads of insight that she then had years to slowly unpack.
What did she find in the end? After watching the show both "live" and on air? She'd distantly acknowledged idols as "pretty neat," but there was now a humanity there she could not deny... and a mortality she could not ignore. An amazing unnie she had admired from afar was there one moment, a solemn news article the next. Of the ones who survived her, far too many made their recoveries under scrutiny—the bitter irony of a publicized passing. To this day, Girim is ashamed that it took so long and so much for her to settle into her current mindset. Girim had always been so terrified, so absorbed in her caution; this would be the end of that. It costed far, far too much, but our girl finally learned to feel for others.
If death was a family friend, suicide was a freshly sworn nemesis. The Horatio has seen enough tragedy.
"When life gives you lemons, 'tis a chef's duty to give lemons life."
Grandpa won The Race in the end. Girim looked at her trainee contract, mere days from expiring now, and the April line-up which didn't have her in it, then quietly packed her bags. Goyang Books was hers now in all but name (it'd be her father's until she graduated), and the little 16-year-old had Big Plans.
The book store was honestly close to following Grandpa to the grave. The digital age whittled down sales, and those who did come in just studied/worked in the funny nooks offered by the eccentric architecture. Why not give the customers what they're already taking, she figured. Goyang Books became the Goyang Reading Room, and the old check-out corner now sold refreshments. She prettied up the old storage spaces and let community groups book catered meetings in aesthetics and privacy. When Father sighed again about cat adoptions going slowly, she thought: cats~ and then: wait, cats!! It was meant to be annual meet-and-greet for the most adoptable kitties, but it turned into more of a monthly petting fair... then weekly... then always. It was convenient that Goyang (고양), the town's name, had the same characters as goyang-ie (고양이), "cat." She just added an "이" shaped like a cat clinging to the existing logo, and it was actually Perfect™
The partnerships with non-profits only grew from there, until Goyang(-ie) became home to daily workshops. One organization let families decorate cakes together, to be donated to childcare facilities / in-patient pediatric wards (why should those kids' birthdays be any less sweet?); a tutoring group for deaf/mute children held open sessions weekly and let Girim sit in whenever. Girim's old friends got special nooks and unlimited petting times with the cats, and as the little business owner in her class, she finally had her own ground to stand on. She can speak and be heard; she can believe and be supported. Kwon Girim finally got to meet Kwon Girim.
"I believe—call me naive—love is for free."
[Trust me?]
[Trust me?]
So goes three years. Girim graduated, and with legal adulthood came official co-ownership of the business she'd brought to life. All day, there were things to validate her faith in humanity. Kids came in excited for community service crafts. Cool Seoulites splurged on her pastries in typical consumerist fashion, but some of them definitely dated after meeting here. The nearby seniors' residence provided many regulars who played intense games of janggi and only half-heartedly scolded the cats rolling on their board. After getting featured as a meeting spot for one We Got Married couple (maybe including a trainer? hon hon hon), the Goyang(-ie) Reading Room secured its status as this magical walk-in book club with workshops galore.
Grandma and Father were crazy proud of how her ideas came alive and content to let her pass up college. The community of regulars and workshoppers offerred astonishing support in this; she had expected more judgment, but turns out running a business at her age was impressive enough to cancel out the lack of higher education. Everywhere she looked, people seemed satisfied with her or at least tolerant... yet something still sat hollow. She was so happy like this, surrounded by cats and people she'd brought together, but late at night, she's still watching idol shows alone.
Her old high school friends (the ones who stuck around) still stayed in touch, but college kept most of them too busy to hang out. Instead, Girim had Ji Yona, the little sister to one of her best friends and unofficial messenger between them. Soon, they became friends in their own right, and as any bad influence would, Girim didn't discourage Yona's increasing fondness of idols. With Girim's now-trained eye, she could see the spark of potential in her young tag-along, and every time Yona begged her for audition tips, she started feeling this pull. The first time she attempted idolhood, it wasn't her own idea, but as perspectives changed, Girim had begun to want it of her own accord.
When Yona asked her unnie to audition together, the "yes" came all too easily.
TL;DR: Between a healthy but macabre household and the "normal" rest of the world, Girim grew up largely a fraud, desperate not to step out of line. However, her attitude was put to test when her friends dragged her into auditioning at DSP and only she got accepted. Instead of wanting whatever she was supposed to want at the expense of actual happiness, she learned to make her own... not quite confidence but willingness to step out and simply be. The passing of a fellow trainee (after said trainee failed with DSP's Kara Project) only solidified Girim's new perspective. She ultimately left DSP to focus on transforming her grandfather's business after his age caught up to him. Goyang(-ie) Reading Room went from a failing book store to a successful community hub, but still, a small part of her began to love idolhood for her own reasons. Second time around, Girim again auditioned as someone else's plus-one, but this time, she chose to for herself.
trivia
LIKES: BIRTHDAYS (*rubs hands evilly* fun fun fun!), BUGS (being comfortable with death seems to come with a comfort with many-legged hell creatures), CATS (surprise surprise), ABSURD AEGYO (she's too chill to pull it off, but she loves to cringe), DRAMATIC REPLAYS x100 (Mnet actually nailed that for her), MOBA/FPS GAMES (she is Lúcio main now after The Symmetra Rework), CELERY STICKS (oh baby), FLAVORED MILK (she makes her own, and it sells beautifully), DEEP & PERSONAL "GOOD TALKS" (she is truly one hell of a friend).
DISLIKES: SEAGULLS (the trauma is real), CREEPILY CLEAN SPACES (so, like, the entire Produce set), SNEEZING (it's cute when others do it but hers are so loud), LIES (but hate the sin, love the sinner), ARGUMENTS (it just makes her sad), FABRICATED DRAMA (she will be wholesome or so help her), COOKING (it's not the same as...)
HOBBIES: BAKING (you name it, she can most likely make it), KNITTING (she can't be bothered to make human clothes, but cat clothes? aw yeah), MAKING MEMES (one of us, one of us), HYDRATING (and making sure others hydrate; her most flattering nickname is definitely something to do with water)
HABITS: Saying a single "hee" in lieu of laughing/smiling. Loading up all her food at once so she won't have to break from conversation to get more. Making too many tabs then accidentally deleting them all. Looking down when she feels rebellious, to hide the look in her eye. Bobbing her head back and forth while thinking; she's loading~ ain't it cute.
MISCELLANEOUS:
A bottom bunk kind of gal. Half her suitcase is just pillows to make her bed extra appealing as a hangout spot.
She has the best hair rubs. Cats can confirm. If there were a comfy skinship ranking, she'd be way up there with the quality of her pet-pets, if not the frequency. She isn't loudly/aggressively affectionate—that never works with kitties—but the loving will sneak up in increments until you naturally lay down for a nap in her lap and can't recall when this routine started.
Can identify all her store's cats by their meows. "But Girim, that's literally thirty–" Yes. "But Girim, you don't even recall human's faces–" Yes. Also who are you?
Not ticklish in the slightest.
Has massive surgery scars from the liver transplant that saved her life. Girim had a bad case of biliary atresia, and continued complications always loom on the horizon. When she thinks about it, she must value her own life even more since her mother gave her life in more ways than one. When she doesn't, she's taking off her shirt and accidentally traumatizing some teammates with the Jaws poster on her abdomen. Oops.
Rips apples in half like it's nothing. Pipes a cake like it's breathing. Creates masterpieces like it's her job.
Much finagling later, she finally figured out how to set this as her ringtone. Don't blame her for calling people then hanging up immediately so they'd call back and let her bask in the glory of Real Music. It has the power to make even telemarketers enjoyable; no matter how much she wants to sic her cats on the person calling, she can't not answer with a sunny "Yes~?"
DISLIKES: SEAGULLS (the trauma is real), CREEPILY CLEAN SPACES (so, like, the entire Produce set), SNEEZING (it's cute when others do it but hers are so loud), LIES (but hate the sin, love the sinner), ARGUMENTS (it just makes her sad), FABRICATED DRAMA (she will be wholesome or so help her), COOKING (it's not the same as...)
HOBBIES: BAKING (you name it, she can most likely make it), KNITTING (she can't be bothered to make human clothes, but cat clothes? aw yeah), MAKING MEMES (one of us, one of us), HYDRATING (and making sure others hydrate; her most flattering nickname is definitely something to do with water)
HABITS: Saying a single "hee" in lieu of laughing/smiling. Loading up all her food at once so she won't have to break from conversation to get more. Making too many tabs then accidentally deleting them all. Looking down when she feels rebellious, to hide the look in her eye. Bobbing her head back and forth while thinking; she's loading~ ain't it cute.
MISCELLANEOUS:
A bottom bunk kind of gal. Half her suitcase is just pillows to make her bed extra appealing as a hangout spot.
She has the best hair rubs. Cats can confirm. If there were a comfy skinship ranking, she'd be way up there with the quality of her pet-pets, if not the frequency. She isn't loudly/aggressively affectionate—that never works with kitties—but the loving will sneak up in increments until you naturally lay down for a nap in her lap and can't recall when this routine started.
Can identify all her store's cats by their meows. "But Girim, that's literally thirty–" Yes. "But Girim, you don't even recall human's faces–" Yes. Also who are you?
Not ticklish in the slightest.
Has massive surgery scars from the liver transplant that saved her life. Girim had a bad case of biliary atresia, and continued complications always loom on the horizon. When she thinks about it, she must value her own life even more since her mother gave her life in more ways than one. When she doesn't, she's taking off her shirt and accidentally traumatizing some teammates with the Jaws poster on her abdomen. Oops.
Rips apples in half like it's nothing. Pipes a cake like it's breathing. Creates masterpieces like it's her job.
Much finagling later, she finally figured out how to set this as her ringtone. Don't blame her for calling people then hanging up immediately so they'd call back and let her bask in the glory of Real Music. It has the power to make even telemarketers enjoyable; no matter how much she wants to sic her cats on the person calling, she can't not answer with a sunny "Yes~?"
fellow trainees
YONA
full nameJI YONA
birthdate03.20.03
faceclaim Jiheon, FROMIS_9
backupbinnie, oh my girl
"Nya~" Yona says simply.
All at once, Girim is struck by so many thoughts: I will cook for you. I will buy absurd things to make you happy. Thank goodness you only have one birthday a year or else I'd be so broke. It makes perfect sense that your name means 'dove' in Hebrew because you bring peace to my soul.
Yona's superpower is shameless cuteness with an instinct for music, but the stage is her kryptonite. Cameras are fine; family and friends are more than fine; yet when she sees eyes staring back at her, the panic gets so loud she can barely hear her own voice.
So, how does she manage to perform at all? If Yona's own love of bopping isn't enough to conquer her stage fright, what is? The answer, Girim found, is making her focus on who she is performing with rather who she's performing to. As long as Yona has an anchor beside her on stage, the little girl can truly shine. It's going to be a right mess if anything manages to separate Yona from her security blankets the MLD pack, but Girim hopes for Yona's own sake that the girl may learn to find comfort in her new teammates before it's too late.
Oh, and Girim calls her "Happy Bird." To Jinsil's "Flappy Bird." You'll see what I mean.
JINSIL
full nameHA JINSIL
birthdate07.07.99
faceclaimchaeyoung, fromis_9
backuphyojung, Oh my girl
"Why on earth am I 'Flappy Bird,'" Jinsil muttered, doing her utmost to not be offended. It almost certainly is an insult, but then, this is Girim. Girim is Girim.
"Because you require perfection even if it means doing the same thing over and over again with increasing demands for precision, but you're still cute and I'm still totally here for the music." Girim doesn't even look up from the videos she is scrolling through on her phone. "Also can you pass me my headphones?"
Jinsil only notices WOO(HOO) CHANHEE!!! A Y COMPILATION! on Girim's screen after the headphones have changed hands. "Are you... that's disgusting."
"I'm studying for Produce99. Taking one for the team."
"Right, and who's thank you?"
Girim's eyes sparkle with the pixels of Chanhee's finest lip bite. "Me."
With all of Yona and Girim's history together, Jinsil is an outsider no matter how much fondness they lavish upon her. Or rather, she casts herself as the outsider and underdog in every situation, snarling internally even before anyone attacks her. Brutal bullying at her previous company only made her meaner, not stronger, though she'd like to think that her waspish attitude now is an impenetrable armor.
With Yona's youthful kawaii and Girim's easygoing warmth, Jinsil found her niche in skills and experience. To ensure her skills would stand out, she planned to not the others to practice harder... but what's this guilty feeling refusing to go away until she has gotten Yona and Girim to synchronize their arm angles? Why does the day feel incomplete without the usual team spanking?
With Yona's youthful kawaii and Girim's easygoing warmth, Jinsil found her niche in skills and experience. To ensure her skills would stand out, she planned to not the others to practice harder... but what's this guilty feeling refusing to go away until she has gotten Yona and Girim to synchronize their arm angles? Why does the day feel incomplete without the usual team spanking?
For all her vitriol, these three share a bond over their true love of pop music and that moment on stage. Jinsil was just warming up to the idea of debuting together, even dreaming up goofy concepts that would suit their style-over-skill capabilities, but now she is back in the "real world" where everyone is out to get everyone. Jinsil will protect herself with fire, whatever happens to her teammates and labelmates... or will she?
trainee profile
company
TRAINEE YEARStwo??
• DSP ENTERTAINMENTONE
• DUBLE KICK / MLD ENTERTAINMENTone
primary TALENTvOCALOLOL–
secondary talenT–OLOLOL
twinARIN, OH MY GIRL (OR ROH jisun!)
trainee life
Things were much less exciting in MLD (then-called Duble Kick) than in DSP, though in the best way. She had a lot of fun with the then-nugu Momoland and even more fun after their breakthrough. Secretly, it was a win for her too, because it just proved her idea that sharing the feelings of a stage could win over perfect polish.
In actual training, Girim had fun getting into the songs themselves, while cutting corners in dance to make room for fanservice. Singing? Just stay roughly in-tune and audible. Rapping? Whatever, it's pop music. It's not really about the Art™ but the atmosphere, no matter what genre you stick her with. Girim won't fault you for your deep meanings and interpretations, but for her, it's just about creating the experience.
In actual training, Girim had fun getting into the songs themselves, while cutting corners in dance to make room for fanservice. Singing? Just stay roughly in-tune and audible. Rapping? Whatever, it's pop music. It's not really about the Art™ but the atmosphere, no matter what genre you stick her with. Girim won't fault you for your deep meanings and interpretations, but for her, it's just about creating the experience.
previous experience
All that social media marketing!!! Most famously, she combined her love of cats and Kpop in time to promote SHINee's Japanese release and her videos about one shelter cat, Anakin, got compiled for an international feature that English-speaking fans can understand. Her baking, often spotlighted on Goyang(-ie)'s instagram, is almost purely fandom when not an insane artistic effort. There are more than a few videos of her leading local fans in a song marathon while she decorates an anniversary cake for some Kpop group. Various videos from community service workshops will probably also surface, with cute moments of learning KSL, delivering surprise cakes to an orphanage's Christmas party, and whatnot.
THE END
COMMENTS: HUGE SPECIAL THANKS TO KATTIROMPA FOR BEING BUSHWACKING MVP I LOVE YOU I THANK YOU I CAN'T WORSHIP YOU ENOUGH
So... I guess this kid is a good person but a terrible idol? Talent, looks, and raw entertainment are nope, nope, and nope. She is sincere in her performances, but stage presence is subjective and her skill is so average even Mnet would struggle to dramatize it. Instead, she's the dark but surprisingly wholesome person you'd trust to have the other girls' back, to hopefully make the stage fun for everyone on and off stage.
If you're familiar with my other apps, I suppose you may know that suicide is topic I do not take lightly, ever. I'm very sorry for "using" a real life case of suicide in this app, and if you are not comfortable with that, I am happy to change it. It makes me nervous too, frankly, but it also makes me sad to see Ahn Sojin's story fade away. Trainees do not have it easy, let alone trainees pushed through the survival show wringer. In the spectacular noise of Produce, I neither can nor will let myself forget that.
It's not much, but I hope I can honor Sojin's memory (and every other less known tragedy) in some small way. Again, this fic doesn't have to be it, so do not feel pressured to keep that aspect if it is not within your writing comforts. I'll simply leave you that option and trust in your consideration of it. ♡
So... I guess this kid is a good person but a terrible idol? Talent, looks, and raw entertainment are nope, nope, and nope. She is sincere in her performances, but stage presence is subjective and her skill is so average even Mnet would struggle to dramatize it. Instead, she's the dark but surprisingly wholesome person you'd trust to have the other girls' back, to hopefully make the stage fun for everyone on and off stage.
If you're familiar with my other apps, I suppose you may know that suicide is topic I do not take lightly, ever. I'm very sorry for "using" a real life case of suicide in this app, and if you are not comfortable with that, I am happy to change it. It makes me nervous too, frankly, but it also makes me sad to see Ahn Sojin's story fade away. Trainees do not have it easy, let alone trainees pushed through the survival show wringer. In the spectacular noise of Produce, I neither can nor will let myself forget that.
It's not much, but I hope I can honor Sojin's memory (and every other less known tragedy) in some small way. Again, this fic doesn't have to be it, so do not feel pressured to keep that aspect if it is not within your writing comforts. I'll simply leave you that option and trust in your consideration of it. ♡
SCENE REQUESTS: Going ham on birthdays, please~ and going anti-ham(let) when anything dramatic is afoot, hehe. If there are any jokes that no sane person should get, let Girim have her inappropriate "hee."
When they play the past seasons' songs for trainees to dance to, expect Jinsil to run out with Yona and Girim scrambling after and hyping her up with jazz hands—anything so their dancing machine can stand out. I'm really just here for the interactions! ♡♡♡
Speaking of interactions! I'm leaving it up to you as to what kind of role she plays in the actual teams. She has all the ingredients to become the heart of a group despite being the weak link (like with the MLD trainees), but she can fuel plenty conflict in the "right" crowd. Feel free to use her for bringing out others' traits and hidden depths! I aimed to give her a balance of relatable insta-friend traits and frustrating auto-enemy traits so her relationships can land anywhere between the extremes!
For her own development, I am happy just to see her story get told, regardless of whether she survives and for how long. Maybe she gets to be the human idol she aspires to be... or maybe this is what she needs to let go of that dream and bring folks happiness on her own terms. I know you have a lot of people to pick from, so Girim is a no-pressure, any-way-is-fine bub~!
When they play the past seasons' songs for trainees to dance to, expect Jinsil to run out with Yona and Girim scrambling after and hyping her up with jazz hands—anything so their dancing machine can stand out. I'm really just here for the interactions! ♡♡♡
Speaking of interactions! I'm leaving it up to you as to what kind of role she plays in the actual teams. She has all the ingredients to become the heart of a group despite being the weak link (like with the MLD trainees), but she can fuel plenty conflict in the "right" crowd. Feel free to use her for bringing out others' traits and hidden depths! I aimed to give her a balance of relatable insta-friend traits and frustrating auto-enemy traits so her relationships can land anywhere between the extremes!
For her own development, I am happy just to see her story get told, regardless of whether she survives and for how long. Maybe she gets to be the human idol she aspires to be... or maybe this is what she needs to let go of that dream and bring folks happiness on her own terms. I know you have a lot of people to pick from, so Girim is a no-pressure, any-way-is-fine bub~!
PASSWORD: Girim will gently pull the MLD girls to sit near the center steps, so they can greet other people as they walk up to their seats. They will make this atmosphere welcoming, gosh darn it.
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