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함,
BIRTH NAME: ham bijou, 함비주.
OTHER NAME(S)
주웰 - jewel - literal translation of her name if we're speaking french here, but it's even cuter when it's pronounced in korean.
주웰 - jewel - literal translation of her name if we're speaking french here, but it's even cuter when it's pronounced in korean.
비주웰 - bijoual/bejewel - it just stuck one day. thanks, liv.
DATE OF BIRTH 12/05/2002
BIRTHPLACE/HOMETOWN the ♥ of seoul, south korea.
NATIONALITY proud south korean [gzb].
ETHNICITY (east) asian.
LANGUAGES korean - from the very first moment she was able to start forming words until now, it's the only language she's found worth knowing since her family never really thought she'd step off south korea's soil. heh, jokes on them.
french - basic as basic gets and the only reason she decided to take this up as an elective that one year or two in academy is because her name is literally french. will her simple grasp on the language garner her the international french fans? peut-être.
FACECLAIM kep1er's 채현
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비주♥
PERSONALITY
the inner workings of ham bijou,
gentle, talented, private, even-tempered, retiring,
predictable, insecure, passive, perfectionist.
predictable, insecure, passive, perfectionist.
does she want this? yes, at one point she did. does she want this now? no, not in the same way but more so to drive a point home. the point? well, bijou isn't so sure anymore.
"all you have ever known is singing, is this what you wanted to become?" haneul asks, having a tiny spot in her schedule to secretly meet up with her long-time bestie. "you know they easily passed over you the first time. are you ok with just being a 'fill-in'?"
name a wall that is hard to penetrate, destroy, decimate? here's a hint, it lives within the soul of a 5'2" korean gal who is currently singing into a microphone within a recording studio, despite the nervous, displeased lump of frustration forming in her esophagus. but alas, she pushes through and the producer seems to like what she's done and so he directs her to leave the booth. she doesn't feel like she fits in as she sits amongst the other members of sol ai but she's never fit in any where else anyway. it's familiar, it's comfortable, it's her birthright so she likes to think.
she excuses herself to the restroom where the others barely acknowledge her departure and welcomes the humid air within the second floor bathroom as she crosses the threshold. at first, she's startled but then she finds herself gaping at the reflection in the mirror, pink, waist-length tresses sweeping behind her, she starts to wonder when she'll actually become this girl. she despises her puffy cheeks, she hates being referred to as a copy-cat look-a-like but despite it all, she likes the pink and she relishes the way that it doesn't seem to wash her out. although, she was almost washed out of existense of mmc's entirity had it not been for the scandal.
"isn't she haneul's friend?" one of the girls inquire before twisting her long hair into a neat bun. "you'd think they'd be more similar. bijou just seems to exist."
she manages to hit the key again and again, still not satisfied despite her roommate's trampled nerves. "do you think you could cool it for a bit?" the latter begs as she tosses the hand-mirror aside, "i'm trying to practice facials here." with a slight nod, bijou tries to abide by the request but its itching her to make sure she hits this very note in the song perfectly because if she doesn't, it'll only end up going to mion and truthfully, she needed to prove to herself that she was meant to have this very part. so, she tries to quietly do it, even adjusting her tone to barely a whisper but the roomie, at her limits, decides to leave to another part of the dorm whereas bijou remains, unbothered and passive as ever.
"i wish unnie never had the scandal! then i wouldn't be stuck with little miss perfect, show-off," she whines pathetically to another. "and it's like her routine, like i can easily tell when she's about to practice, it's annoying! can anyone switch rooms with me? i beg you!"
bijou hears them and she knows she isn't as welcomed as the previous main vocalist but perhaps if these girls gave her the chance, perhaps she wouldn't be labeled as the "fill-in" instead, they (including herself) would all think that this position was fated to be hers from the start. "yeah right," she scoffs at her reflection, this time the pink strands tucked away from her face as those awful dark circles become more evident with each stretching moment.
"at least she blends in. we won't have to worry about her ever taking over the spotlight."
BACKGROUND
ham bijou: queen of insecurity,
an eccentric couple falls in love while attending university together: she, three years his senior, he, barely-passing...they just click and they marry too, right after graduation. her (rich) parents swimmingly accepts their unexpected, broke- son-in-law into the family and that's when life starts to really kick off for the lot of them as soon as they find out that the only heiress is pregnant and irresponsibly too. all because the silly duo drank way too much of that fancy, imported french wine at the soirée one humid august night.
@ the very tender age of five, bijou is enrolled into a pretigious art academy at the expense of her maternal grandparents' pockets. the well-behaved bijou with her signature coils and rosy cheeks instantly becomes a favorite amongst teachers especially when the academy's very own director overhears her angelic voice amongst the crowd of off-key screeches and "belts" from the other rugrats whose parents are clearly tone-deaf.
"she's pyun seoyun's daughter," the director hears one of the secretaries murmur to another. "and you know who pyun seoyun's father is. that pyun haecheol...of pyun enterprises."
ten-year-old, mousy ham bijou sits amongst the chairs of the auditorium, awaiting her turn to join the others on stage to sing as they'd all been preparing for this very moment. problem is, bijou was chosen to sing one of the leading parts despite the others having seniority over her, despite her very own protests. the director shoots her a look of distress when she notices that she's the only one who hasn't made her way to the stage and with much hidden disdain, she slowly gathers her nerves and strolls over with heavy feet.
"how does it feel being picked only because you're some old rich hag's granddaughter?" kang minho teases as his girlfriend, kim jimin sends her a look of agitation. "you know jimin and all the others sound better than you."
so naturally, she fumbles and stutters over a few words with the exception of hushed giggles from her peers at her expense but still, everyone else is impressed, even her parents who—as the extroverts they are—hooted, hollered and obnoxiously clapped loudly, clearly buzzed off the champagne offered earlier. yet, despite the praises, bijou feels the least bit "accomplished" and all the more insecure but that doesn't stop her from being sought after.
a series of unfortunate events,
eun haneul beelines through the café with her tidy bubble-braids (before they were a trend; ask her, she'll say she was the "trendsetter") and bright smile as she spots her best friends. "bijou! mira!" she calls just as she reaches the table and clumsily slides in beside the more introverted of the trio, "did you hear about the auditions?"
"if you think that bijou has a chance, you're sorely mistaken," jo yiseul pipes up just as she strolls by with a group of girls. "actually, none of you are fit for auditioning for an entertainment company. who'd take you? you're all so bland looking to top it off." the others obnoxiously snickering before turning their attention elsewhere.
of course she had, bijou tried her best to ignore it all but fate always has its way in the end, right? so she pivots her head towards haneul, "why yes, i have," she begins before letting out a forced—but surprisingly—natural sounding giggle, "what do you think of it, our little star?"
"i think we should all do it," the overzealous fifteen year old suggests as she twirls a fork into baked spaghetti, the heat steaming off of the delectable dish. "you have such a beautiful voice, mira's a pretty sweet dancer and i'm pretty talented too. plus, it'll get us out of this darn place and we all know how much quicker we'd love to graduate from this academy."
a mere peasant's resentment,
this may have been the best decision that haneul has ever come up with and the way that the staff of mmc beamed and lit up at the mere sight of their performance, makes bijou a little more relieved for once in her ever eventful life. even her parents held a celebration for her (including an open bar for adults but did we expect any less?). her grandparents congratulate her with the acceptance of becoming a trainee at an entertainment company, despite their hopes of her becoming a trot singer or something more substantial to secure her future.
& so bijou rides on that cloud of disbelief for quite some time, until mira decides to quit the training program finding it too rigorous and choosing to return to the academy. whereas haneul ends up getting snatched from her very hands to debut in an already established group for whatever godsaken reason the company thought of.
"at first, i thought she'd be a benefit even a good potential for a future girl group. she even has the pyun name attached to her and the director gave a good reference, however," the training manager pauses as she browses over the file again. "she really just looks like an [whatever mmc girl] knock-off and her voice is pretty average sounding, don't you think?"
trivia
RELATIONS
guys, why? ugh.
♥she was named after that fancy, imported french wine that led to her being conceived. thanks mom and dad! [insert eye-rolling emoji]
♥ speaking of her parents, bijou thinks they're drunks but she'd never voice it.
♥she blushes rather easily, it's endearing.
♥ pink, pink, pink.
♥ she may not be the best at variety but at least she's unintentionally cute and funny, therefore, some will chuckle at her.
♥ therefore, she isn't the type to laugh unless something is actually funny and she's pretty bad at faking it. acting? never.
♥ she's insanely organized and neat.
♥ she only gets clumsy if she's nervous or not paying any mind. other than that, nah, she's a pro at human-ing.
♥ she only gets clumsy if she's nervous or not paying any mind. other than that, nah, she's a pro at human-ing.
eun haneul, 은하늘. bff, 2000.
eun haneul is both the peanut butter and jelly, fulfilling, the most important part whereas bijou is the bread, substantial but boring. from the moment haneul laid eyes upon the meek little bijou, they've been inseperable. sure, at first, the blossoming stalled as bijou wasn't quite familiar with kindness at the academy but eventually, haneul with her winning personality captures her heart and it's been smooth sailing since. however, since becoming an idol—and a very popular one at that—their time spent together has been limited. still, haneul makes sure to squeeze in time with the lonely girl as much as she can.
min seojin, 민서진. groupmate, 2002.
in most ways, they're complete opposites but if you penetrate the surface layer, you'd realize that they're more similar than they'd ever readily admit. insecurity toys with the liking of these two and as they stare back at one another, the unshed tears are noticeable if not to anyone else. they connect but not brazenly. they see one another's flaws but not openly. they simply acknowledge one another and there's great deal of respect that lingers between them but it's not always vocal. it's with a look that they share, a look of loneliness in which they comfort one another by being there when they can.
dream4u
what is there to really say? bijou barely made it into her own group. (still typing)
PLOTLINE the leftover.
POSITION main vocalist.
POSITION main vocalist.
TALENT TWINS kep1er's 채현
TRAINEE YEARS seven long, excruciating years.
TRAINEE LIFE
seven years. she gave this company seven years of her youth only for them to spit on her, remind her that she doesn't really fit the image of their upcoming group after all and then they forget she's on the trainee roster. bijou lingers in the practice rooms well after the other trainees complete their evaluations for their upcoming debut, just practicing runs and watching the collected sweat glisten on her forehead just as she's able to complete another rather smooth dance move.
"no wonder mira left," bijou starts as haneul whips her head at her best friend's aggravated tone. "this is total bull! they never wanted me, i think it was always you and mira they wanted. i was just the third wheel and they wanted to fill up the trainee spots."
seven excrutiating years and bijou remembers just how it felt the first few weeks, where everyone was so welcoming and thought her voice was angelic just like those at the academy (aside from her peers). the teachers praised her and so did the staff of her newfound home that is until more girls with blossoming or hidden charisma started enrolling too. the competition tense, the girls less friendlier than those at the academy and poor bijou, the ever passive, timid girl she is, just shrinks further into her insecurities.
her singing capabilities start to slack and the others witness bijou's stumbling down-fall and boy, does mmc especially take notice. evaluations become increasingly nauseating and bijou barely has her together as she's scolded each and every time and as mmc starts to hand-pick the members for an uncoming project, bijou looks less and less desirable.
"unless she improves in the next couple of months, i can't forsee adding her to this line-up," he announces while pausing the evaluation tape to look at his colleagues. "she was so promising. what gives?"
sighs of frustration flutter amongst the studio, the dance instructor staring down the bridge of her nose at the younger girl, hands planted on hips with pursed lips. this isn't a hyuna moment though just as bijou visibly flinches at the barking coming from the tiny framed woman before her. "how'd you mess that up again, bijou?" she screams, "there is absolutely no way you're ready to debut, i mean, do you even want to anymore?" the others remain quiet as the altercation erupts between them. "i can't sign off on you being apart of the line-up, there's absolutely no way."
then don't, she wants to yell back. she wants to scream about how she no longer cares but then she'd have to admit to herself that even she didn't see her worth anymore at the place she'd called home for so many years. she had grown so comfortable within this role that anything outside of it just felt strange and so with tears b her eyes, she allows the woman to continue to unleash her frustration before ultimately she's sent home early.
do i even want this anymore?
LOVE INTEREST NAME kim, yonggyu. 김용규
FACECLAIM astro's 차은우
BIRTHDATE 28/08/1999
LOVE STORY
corny shipper names for 200, alex: #gyubi #gyujou.
bijou has never ever had a crush and she wasn't going to start now just because she is training to become an idol. besides, getting tangled up with boys in the industry would only bring her sorrow and pain in the form of scandals and hate-filled threats. so with tunnel vision, bijou continues to make her daily commute to mmc in the backseat of her grandfather's lincoln, humming to the songs on shuffle. and at the very same time as that shiny lincoln pulls to the side of the building where all those affiliated with mmc enter, a dishelved yonggyu is exiting to meet an older woman who is carrying a few containers in her arms.
"son!" the woman softly calls out to him, her outstretched arms attempting to hug him despite the tower of tuppleware within her grasp. "i'm so glad you are able to meet me like this, despite your busy schedule."
"and i'll always do so," the woman's son retorts with a smile that's so bright and warm, bijou finds herself entranced by it. so much so, she nearly tumbles onto her behind as she exits the vehicle with the least bit of elegance. they don't seem to notice but even so, bijou hastily slides by, making sure to not ruin such an endearing moment between family members.
as yonggyu's mother starts to ramble on about the special dishes she's prepared for he and his group-mates to enjoy, yonggyu glances towards bijou as she walks pass, her cheeks tinged with pink. he tried not to witness her clumsy moment but kept his composure to allow her to gain her footing again, however the faint floral scent that lingered after her wasn't something he could easily ignore. she smells wonderful, he thinks to himself just as his mother pushes the items into his longer arms.
"he's so beautiful, i could just put him on a shelf in my house for the rest of my life!" one of the trainees squeals as the lot of them look over the album cover of be.i. "he'd never notice girls like us though."
yonggyu had booked the recording booth from nine to ten, he knows for fact because he even received the confirmation via e-mail and yet, someone was in the room and obviously not considerate in the least bit. this was a chance for him to churn out his own little project but adding vocals to a demo track to be used in a future group but alas, he was standing stiffly in the corridor, glaring at the door with impatience. it, he decides as he heavily knocks on the door interrupting the time-slot thief.
suddenly, a girl peaks her head out of the door and with wide eyes, she quickly bows and mumbles of string of apologies and maybe a curse word or two before explaining herself, "i fell asleep. i promise i wasn't trying to infringe on your time," she reaches up to swipe her hand across her cheek, ridding herself of the drool spot but yonggyu notices just as he notices everything, especially that intoxicating floral scent again. it's the same klutz but this time, she's a bit more dishelved and isn't hopping out of a lincoln. he thought her to be a fan of a group within mmc but not an actual trainee.
he waits for her to gather her belongings before she bows again and departs on an awkward note. as soon as she is out of vision, he scrolls on the tablet device set up outside the room and learns that the floral girl's name is actually ham bijou. "bijou, eh?" he mumbles, "that's pretty."
"nowadays, the trainees are getting prettier and prettier. too bad we're no longer training ourselves." changha jokes, "even that one chick, woojoo, mijoo or whatever is rather cute although she looks just like [whatever mmc girl]."
bijou numbly sits in the canteen area, her mind completely blank as she pathetically nibbles on some walnuts purchased from the vending machine. after the meeting with the higher-ups and said former member's scandal that's breaking news everywhere, mmc wants her to be the main vocalist of sol ai except she isn't so sure. she'd really gotten accustomed to being belittled and looked over but now she is expected to be ok with hitting high notes with percision all while smiling and winking for millions to see on live television?
it's nauseating and stressful even but she manages to finish the walnuts on the flimsy paper plate before she takes notice of another presence nearby. yonggyu is stationed at another table, flipping through music sheets, humming different melodies before sighing and turning over the next page. how long has he been here? she wonders, knowing for a fact that she was the only one occupying this space at the time esepcially since the staff allowed her to stay well pass closing time.
"what's the matter?" yonggyu asks, his face stoic but his eyes ever inquiring. "you've sighed about thirty times within sixty seconds so something must be bothering you."
bijou whips her head back towards him, her eyes round but she manages to gain her composure. "i—well, they've decided they're going to debut me and it just feels rushed."
(still typing up this story but wanted to turn in the app. just know that these two are a slow, burning romance and they catch each other's attention in the tiniest ways. it isn't bold, love-hate or even extravagent. it's two worlds colliding [poor v. rich] but in the least judgmental way possible because they're more mature than that.)
nappeunge / ebony / whenever.
B-SIDE REQUESTS all of newjeans because i'm quite obsessed already.
xg - mascara. lmao. yeah, i doubt you'd use it but i love it. don't care.
xg - mascara. lmao. yeah, i doubt you'd use it but i love it. don't care.
coded by lowcation #ECD3CE #F4EEEE #AB9F9D
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