#gr:junior

—BIOGRAPHY

There was a time where Mirae wasn’t as popular as she was. In fact, the girl lived more of a normal life or at least that was what they wanted or preferred. In reality, people didn’t consider it normal at all, no matter how much it was viewed that way with her parents. Once they had placed her in an elite all girls school starting around her elementary school days, it started to frustrate her parents in a way that they wouldn’t expect their little daughter to act.

Mirae was only four years old when her mother had paid for vocal lessons and took the time out of her day to see her practice with her tutor, which had lasted for a few years until she turned around eight years old when her father forced her to stop, much to her mother’s dismay and disapproval of her father’s actions.

She was raised to be a smart, independent individual while wanting her to rely on a good education to get her far and this method had worked for awhile. Her mother wasn’t around often, her father wanted the woman to stay away from Mirae or at least put her at a distant to where she wouldn’t be suspicious. But even her father couldn’t keep her curiousity from rising; it didn’t take long for her to figure out what she wanted, which would ultimately lead to her finding a similar connection to her mother; she was the starlit that she would inspire herself to be, one who would compose her own music lyrics and have custom outfits designed for herself.

The school that her father sent her to, had a dress code that required her to wear a skirt just below the knee, she found it uncomfortable as she’d prefer to wear something else. They were all about etiquette and discipline but as far as grades go, they were always up to par as Mirae was smart and intelligent, otherwise she wouldn’t have entered. Although because of super strict teachers and their extreme ways of teaching, it had been strongly effective and yet it was enough to stress her out.

She didn’t exactly fit in with most of the students until she secretly signs herself up for many after school activities such as art and choir; anything that would help improve her interests for art and music. Gone for most of the day and for hours, her father would always worry but whenever her mother comes into the picture, Mirae felt more at ease with her despite her disapproving father. And when she was kicked out for messing around with a female student and acting out towards her own teachers, she began to feel the wrath of her father.

Her mother had a dream to be one of the best international singers in the entertainment industry and by far, she was popular for writing her own music and have her outfits designed, one of a kind. Mirae inspired to be as big of a star as the woman was but her father wanting her to become an architect or an engineer was a big setback for her goals. When her family took a much needed vacation on an island in Saipan, this placed her in a rut as well as placed her into another big setback. No one expected a big wave would cause her to almost drown from being too far out of the ocean, causing her mother to come out and rescue her. Not only did she lose her life but had left Mirae alone with her unbearable father, who had been ridden with guilt.

Mirae turned twenty one, desperate to get out of isolation and that was when she had been recommended to attend Mokwon University, seemingly much more different than the private school that she attended a few years ago. Her high grades were enough to get herself into the University while her small history of trouble was nothing but small to them. Mirae had changed a bit since then, now known for her unique rapping skills and outfits which were custom made for her by her mother’s original designer whenever she’d be out and put out a shining performance for the roaring crowd. She had become a star that she had set out to be, but not as big as her mother yet in which that was where her goal was headed. After the death of her mother, she vowed to finish her dream for her while pursuing her own.

Yeah, it had taken awhile for her father to approve of her moving to attend Mokwon University but he expected her to stay and not get kicked, to draw bad light on their family. Mirae had promised her father and she had to succeed in her dreams or else she wouldn’t be able to live it all down. She tends to keep her deep grief and feelings at bay and not let the pressure to get the best of her. When she arrived, she had already made a big impression, hoping that rumors about her would not swirl as much as in the past.

—PERSONALITY

When it comes to academics and for the most part, songwriting, she’s indifferent towards those around her and having the habit of never acknowledging those who are trying to get her attention. Even if it doesn’t seem like it towards prying eyes, Mirae was quite dedicated and focused when it comes to work and preferred to get down to business instead of wasting her time. But when it comes to everything else, she’s fairly easy going, laid back with nothing in mind but having fun when messing around with other students.

She’s more used to being around females, not too much males, although she does not hate them completely. Back then, she used to think that boys smelt bad with difficulty understanding her while the opposite gender was much easier to communicate with. That or they were at a whole different level but her thoughts about them dwindled and soon, she set those opinions aside for good. Mirae was passionate and creative, not wanting to say more than was necessary but she had her small outbursts here and there when stress gets to her. In truth, she holds a lot of guilt regarding the past.

—BIOGRAPHY

In a dog eats dog world such as this, money is everything.

That was what Kwon Mingyu’s parents uttered into his ears since the age he reached where he could decipher words and sentences, the phrase permanently etched into his brain like words burned onto metal. Such a high class family he was born into, father the CEO of a god damn powerful company and mother a top class lawyer, her name renowned in the world as one of the best. As the first and only son of these two; he was protected like a prince, bodyguards surrounding him at four years old where he could only blink, play and think of them as mere friends. Respect, intelligence, self confidence and assured, discipline: traits he needed to remember for life. He was raised by countless nannies as his parents were too busy at work to even spare him a glance, but occasionally he would spend a weekend or two with them. Mingyu began getting tutored as soon as possible before he started school, formulas and equations, poems and literature, French, English, German, Latin and god knows what running through his mind all day. Due to this extensive training, he excelled in school with top marks every time without much hard work.

(”Oh, that Kwon Mingyu is just such a little.. miracle!”)

High school was, to say the least, interesting. A turning leaf, he supposes. Gone was the Mingyu who was scandalized at the mention of drinking and smoking and who never thought of doing anything past his curfew. He hadn’t fallen into a bad crowd, it was just the fact that the same clique as him had decided to stop the nonsense just once. Smoking, underage drinking.Just once, to do something rebellious. That once, turned to monthly, once a fortnight, weekly, every few days, daily. His changes weren’t drastic, they didn’t happen at once. But his parents weren’t dumb. They could see the small alterations happening to him bit by bit, and desperately tried moving him to different high schools (including boarding schools) to put him back to how he used to be. Those attempts were in vain, as he only continued to change more and more yet never putting a stain on the family name to outsiders and their prying eyes. He was careful with his ways.

(”Oh, that’s Kwon Mingyu? I almost didn’t recognize him!”)

And so, Mokwon University. So grand, so wealthy, so him. At first, his father disliked the thought of sending him somewhere so far away when he could have stayed and continued making amends to his father’s company but his mother (being the ever so graceful lawyer) managed to persuade them both that Mokwon University was the place for him. Deciding to let go of his bad habits for just a while (but went back to them occasionally), Mingyu decided to enroll. He also bought himself an apartment, so there wouldn’t be any time consuming bus or train sides, near Mokwon without his parents consent. After all, he did have to show them he wasn’t entirely their puppet.

(”Oh, that Kwon Mingyu? Such a rich asshole.”)

—PERSONALITY

+ intelligent, cunning, down to earth

- manipulative, unemphatic, short-tempered

Mingyu demands respect, and damn right he’ll get it. First impressions aren’t so bad. There’s smiles, there’s politeness in greeting and there’s the charm that makes you think oh, he’s not so bad. As time goes on, you begin to notice quirks. When did his smile start to seem so dangerous? When did the little sarcastic remarks have underlying meanings of threats? Like a game of chess, sometimes his personality is hard to decipher until the last moment where he makes the final move and people, by that time, are too late to backtrack on their movements.

Said once more, Mingyu demands respect and damn right he’ll get it. But he only respects the ones who he thinks are worthy of being respected, and that is only a small amount of people.

Manipulative. What else would be expected of him? The son of a lawyer, the apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree. The twinkle of his eyes read as friendliness is only until he gets what he wants, and then the person is dropped like the wrapper of a chocolate after a kid unravels it. His view of the world and morals are twisted so to the point where he can’t figure out what’s so bad about being manipulative. In the end, though, what is so bad about it?

Loyalty is an odd concept to him. He has no loyalty to others except his parents and even that sometimes wavers. Yet at the same time, Mingyu expects loyalty from people that he won’t return. He wants them to be at his beck and call and even though it doesn’t always happen, he lives off the feeling of being powerful. To him, being loyal is a joke. He only uses them as far as they’re useful, and then once again they’re tossed like trash.