HUH YUNJIN 22 FEMALE SHE / HER — ; where do you get your inspiration, SONG SIYEON ? you’re so OUTSPOKEN, i can’t help but think of BLASTING MUSIC AT 3AM, THE LINGERING SMELL OF SUNSCREEN, BROKEN CLAY SPREAD ACROSS THE FLOOR when i hear your name. your friends tell me you can be DELUSIONAL sometimes . i guess it’s understandable given the circumstances . besides , i can’t even imagine how stressful SCULPTOR classes must be — not to mention you’re also in THE RED AND GREEN CLUB & SODALITES ! you’re a NEWCOMER , right ? yeah , i thought so . either way , welcome to mugunghwa ! ( rouge , 21+ , cst )
hello friends ♡ i’m rouge and i’m v excited to be here to bring you this bullheaded woman named song siyeon! she’s still relatively new and doesn’t rly know what’s going on, but that’s okay b/c she’s just here to prove herself 💪 anywho i have her profile and personality page set up, but under the cut i’ll have more info on her background and maybe even some half-baked plots if we’re lucky! please like this post to plot or add me on discord at saturnian charm#3118 which is highly preferred over tumblr ims! i’m super stoked to write with you all!
there’s nothing much to note of her background: she was born in seoul to a well off family as the miracle child after many fertility issues. mother was a professor turned stay at home mom, and her father is a politician, although a highly controversial / disliked one. her grandparents on her mother’s side are known art aficionados within the seoul scene. due to being the only child, she was pretty much your typical spoiled golden spoon baby.
deemed gifted with art at a very young age, and because her skills brought esteem to the song name, her parents decided to cultivate it and throw the best of whatever money could buy: tutors/mentors, supplies, schooling, experiences, whatever was recommended and whatever she asked for was gotten. in return, she was constantly put into art competitions “for her benefit” in her parents terms, but in hindsight it was obviously just for the attention ⏤ and didn’t start off too hot. anything that wasn’t top three was a failure
high school was ... alright. that’s when her father started becoming more controversial, and every time she started to win a competition her name was always attached to his, which caused her to be less socially accepted with her non-artistic peers ⏤ and even some of the artistic ones as well, thinking that she only won due to her family name. and in her eyes, there were only two ways of dealing with this: fall into despair and feel sorry for herself, or fight it. don’t give a damn and prove them wrong by working hard at her craft. and so, she does. and tbh ... this is probably whenever she reaches full menace status too LOL.
reaches out a sculptor that she admires via social media, and after meeting up at her exhibits siyeon becomes her mentee during her third year in high school. during breaks she travels abroad to where she lives in paris and hones her craft under her knowledge. does a lot of growing up during this time too.
after high school, she flies to paris after an argument with her parents regarding her future and decides to wing it. but actually living in a place abroad is much different from visiting, and culture shock hits her hard; she’s about to give up probably 4 weeks in until her mentor finds her, and instead siyeon spends that time under her tutelage while in art school. doesn’t reconnect with her parents ( especially since her father’s views get much worse while she’s away ) and instead contacts her grandparents more instead.
her grandparents talk about coming home and going to mugunghwa, as her grandpa has invested within the school, but she says no. however, when she meets minjun and finds out that he goes to to the same school, siyeon takes that as a sign and uproots her life to transfer there instead.
and yeah, that brings us to here and now! except now she’s single LMAO
okay so i actually lied and i don’t have plots here because the above took a lot out of me but i promise i love brainstorming so please don’t be afraid to hit me up! ♡
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kojirō stands amongst the riffraff that he’s sure all has a purpose, spares it one glance before returning his eyes to siyeon like he wants her to be the one to enlighten him. he tilts his head, “any chance you’re more partial to one of the two?” he leans in toward her, searches her face for nothing more than the satisfaction of being able to look at her this close and then leans away. “you invited this ‘pretty face’, after all.” he winks. “thanks, by the way. glad i don’t gotta pull teeth to get a compliment from you. the rest of your posse is pretty uppity.” kojirō feigns a bleh sound, rolls his eyes and sits himself down where he’d first spied siyeon, spanning his hands out over the slabs of wood. “so, what are we thinking here? noah’s ark?”
and maybe that was just it ⏤ the uninhibited way that he states he takes his free time seriously, in a way that someone would mention that the sky is blue, grass is green, water is wet. boy means exactly what he says isn't something that should take her by surprise given their relationship, but rather it only highlights the lack of expectation that siyeon holds of others; especially given the only identifiers she has in this town are one of the new girls and minjun's ex-girlfriend, it feels like she's always on the defensive, waiting for the ball to eventually drop. maybe it's something easily discernible to someone like kojirō. as after the break up that comes out of left field and knocks the wind out of her chest, he comes out of right field to bring her back on her feet with his mixes of liquid confidence.
maybe that's why she allows her features to bloom into a beam that easily reaches her eyes, a smile that rings genuine and true in the way that expresses gratitude, a door cracking open.
but again, kojirō makes sure that she's never too comfortable. his reply is par the course for him but the way infiltrates her space is not, face taking over her vision combined with the insinuation of his words, her words, breath hitching and ears damn near scalding even within that split second of a moment ⏤ and she feels herself returning to how things were. "do you want me to be?" the slight shake in her tone is a look into how caught off guard she was, barely catching his shot before serving it back, "i mean, you were the one that kept asking. and, apparently, desperate for compliments. you seem like you get them all the time, don't need to make your head bigger than it already is," and she's chuckling again, reaching so that fingers could wrap around the bend of his arm before he could fully sit down to pull him over towards her way, closer towards the wall where her current project lays. "and they're not my posse. at all. i'm not seen around them outside of what's mandatory. for the most part, anyway."
but what siyeon brings him to is confusing to look at upon first glance, an amalgamation of forlorn pieces of wood and wire put together, varying pieces making two shapes that lead up to an unfinished top. "not much, right? i didn't want to use a usual medium for my sculpture ⏤ all this is from the waste mugunghwa produces, which could say enough on it's own," and she lets go to flick the light on the floor in front of them, which illuminates the figures shadows on the wall that produce a seamless frame of a man and woman sitting with their backs facing each other ⏤ except her work ends at their shoulders, still working up to completing their faces. "it's supposed to be a man and a woman, things are never what they seem, how we are all individual parts that can prosper in certain circumstances, yadda yadda. you can see the outlines of what i'm trying to accomplish on the wall back there," a lithe finger points to the wall of white paper that has the full outline etched roughly in black charcoal in an effort to stand out from a distance, "so ... think of it like a puzzle and piece them together until ... it makes sense?" she says, running fingers into her dark locks with a laugh that reveals her exasperation, "sorry, i'm so tired of looking at this i think i'm going a little crazy." but she hopes that kojirō interprets the vision she was going for, or his own version, and doesn't seem disappointed.
the dinner was transpiring rather nicely, but siyeon still needs a moment of reprieve. it's the way she's taking extra precautions to make sure she isn't the source of any drama, the analyzation and overthinking, that causes her to feel like a balloon with too much oxygen; strained. the son's abode is unsurprisingly vast, and it takes a bit of time for her to find a place where the voices of the others don't reach, but once it's located she takes the opportunity to let out a sigh. it's new territory having to mind the feelings of others, even moreso when one among them is your ex and another is one you loathe despite the fact that everyone else fawns over her ⏤ but for the sake of earning her spot within the revered red and green club, she stays.
taking some moments for herself, the back of her head rests upon the wall behind her while allowing for time to sit still for just a few seconds, mind easing from one hundred miles down to forty five. it's only when mingze breaks her out of her reverie with his presence, passing by while oddly dabbing at eyes made of glass, that the pace starts to pick up again. call it self preservation in the way that siyeon decides to keep to herself, instead focusing attention upon the phone upon her lap as a good distraction, in hopes that she could end up regretting. that would be odd anyway, right? to just saunter up to someone and start questioning them during a potentially vulnerable moment. the information she knows wasn't really hers to mind after all, but when the situation with jisoo was concerned ...
when muyeol appears sometime later she comes to realize that she was hardly concentrating on the images on her phone, despite what her hunched position over it might seem. and of course he looks nearly unfazed, as she feels like he always seems unfazed, but that gnawing feeling inside of her only develops within as she comes to wonder if maybe the detective's son passing by in this exact moment the spotlighted sign she needs. even if she did try to drown him once or thrice before. "pssssst, stupid," she calls out in his direction in a mix of a yelling whisper tone that's comical, abandoning her place at her seat to shuffle towards him, "one, what are you doing here? didn't expect you to be this much of a sore loser that you follow me to a private party for a rematch. yikes." purposely pretentious, siyeon moves a section of her hair over her shoulder with a languid flick of her head, though her attention peers over his for sight of the topic at hand, "also, what's up with mingze? looks like he was upset," head nodding in the direction he walked in, "is he okay?"
she only said yes to him because she thought he was joking.
because that's what their relationship seems to be comprised of ⏤ amusement, quips, a sense of no holds barred with thinly veiled teasing. he's a welcome distraction to the disarray that currently makes up her life, the bar becoming an unforeseen point of solace amongst this stagnant town. siyeon has almost gotten used to placating the feelings of others with watered down remarks, but with every jab thrown her way, kojirō makes sure that she doesn't get too comfortable. it's irritating as much as it is enticing in the way that he easily catches every insult she attempts to throw his way, entertaining the words in a way an adult does with a child's toy, that knowing simper before throwing something back of his own. she hopes that enough alcohol will kill the flutters that coat her stomach.
at least the intrigue is mutual, she thinks. when it was revealed that siyeon would have her own space at the exhibition, somehow the topic of conversation would always circle back to him insisting on helping in some type of way ⏤ something about wanting to learn her craft, in his own words. super corny, she replies. there's something about letting people in during her process that makes her feel exposed in a way that's hard to explain, would honestly prefer to work alone so she could be as erratic or obsessive as she wants, but by his third time of bringing it up ( and with a help of a drink he mixes, despite the fact that she downplays how tasty it actually is ) there's a date she gives to swing by the studio after classes to see how much help he truly can be.
that exchange nearly slips her mind as the days pass, throwing herself into the project once the idea gets going. it's only when a flash of ash blonde is comes into her peripheral view that it comes into the forefront of her memory, dark eyes moving from the bottom of her sculpture onto the sight of kojirō at the entrance, widening as they do so. "shit, you were being for real?" she questions with a couple of blinks, then her next thought is something along the lines of how she should have looked more presentable than how she does now ⏤ brunette tresses tossed into a messy bun, on the floor surrounded by wood shavings and decrepit, thrown away planks of wood in several assortments. "well, come on in then. we'll finally get to see if you're more than just a pretty face and a lame mouth," laughter follows as the woman rises to her feet, brushing the wood particles off of her clothes and hands before moving closer, "did you actually come here to learn something or work? or was that just your way of trying to be alone with me?" a raised eyebrow, a set up for another possible punchline.
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at this point, siyeon finds herself counting down the days until the exhibition is over.
this being her first showing at mugunghwa, it makes her wonder if all the added stress is truly worth it. if all the late nights, abrupt changes, and added weight within her eye bags would all make sense come opening day ⏤ it has to. her grandfather endorses the fall exhibit during an afternoon check in call, stating that it has merits beyond an academic grade and would bolster her artistic resume to have a designated space there, but even then she's still not sure. mocha colored hues shift over to the sight of mina working on the opposite side of her, and it makes her wonder if her already stellar resume needs bolstering; if it's enough to put up with the other's presence in close proximity.
in all honestly, there has never been a point in time where siyeon has gotten along with her, nor did she ever want to. it was already enough that the two of them were lauded as some of the greatest talent to enter the school in decades, competitive spark igniting to a flame in an instant; but mina's fragile facade was the fuel that escalates it into a wildfire, leaving the ash remains of anything that comes in it's path. and as they are the only two of the red and green club working together on the memorial of jisoo at this time ⏤ using mina's idea that was accepted by the plurality of the group, siyeon not included ⏤ she's trying to make sure that the project doesn't become another victim of their ongoing discord. suck it up for the good of the project, or something like that.
the space amongst them is strained and brittle, like a rubber band stretched to the breaking point, so she remains silent and moves in a gentle manner. siyeon isn't looking for another fight since there's no other choice but to work together, but that also doesn't mean that her defenses are lowered. "pass me that tool over there," she breaks the silence, motioning over towards the tool that was left near mina before their positions changed. you can accomplish a basic task like that, right? dissolves on the tip of her tongue because it's already enough that her tone is hardly sociable, but it's the best she can muster at the moment.
all directions eventually lead her to nam minjun, and she can’t fucking stand it.
siyeon holds trust in patterns, motifs in life; things don’t come to people in a repetitive nature out of plain coincidence. no, call it the universe’s way of getting your attention, trying to spur you in the right direction. it’s somewhat of a rule that she has a steadfast belief in, as it always seems to eventually work in her favor in the end. but within the proceeding months of their break up it feels like this same rule is working to her detriment instead ⏤ seeing him in the red and green meetings should be more than enough exposure. does she really need to catch glimpses of him in the hallway while moving from one classroom to the next? or even on the field during soccer practice, despite the fact that they are on two distinctly different teams? it becomes increasingly laborious to pretend that minjun is a breeze of the wind and not the only man that has managed to actually sweep her off of her feet, despite that phrase not matching the minjun of mugunghwa.
and it feels like the more she tries to fight the universe’s demands, the stronger it’s pull becomes. as such, it doesn’t make any sense that he out of all people would also have the same idea as her, showing up in the exhibition hall dangerously close to midnight to get a headstart on setting up for opening day; especially since the main reason for being here this late was to avoid him, among other reasons. it also doesn’t make sense that minjun’s space seems to be only an arm’s length away from hers, making it impossible to not have fleeting moments of eye contact while working amidst the tranquil stillness, thankful that indistinct lighting above hides the abrupt flush that runs through her body at every startling meeting. can you act like you’ve been alone with an ex before, self? thanks.
time passes by like that for a bit, siyeon focusing on her own project at hand and assuming he’s doing the same. but there comes a point where things are no longer working the same way it did while she was in the studio. it’s as if pieces are falling apart, unable to stand up on their own, which would require a little extra work to hold it steady ⏤ a two person operation instead of one. absolutely not. her back remains to the only person that could help her at this time while she busies herself to work on it on her own, groaning each time the structure falls to the ground with a cling clang that rips through the serenity. by the third time of the same, she sighs. “i wouldn’t ask if i didn’t need this,” siyeon says, voice deadpan as she turns to face minjun, swallowing the lump of inconsistent emotions that comes with not working through a sudden break up, “could you just⏤ hold this for me while i put this together?”
siyeon’s mentor had always instilled within her the hidden resilience that comes with standing on your own, as it was better to be alone than with people that make you feel all alone. she wasn’t exactly sure if she understood those words at a younger age, where her incompliant stance was much more of a facade than it is of current times, but she made sure to take the older woman’s words to heart regardless. while not immediately applicable at times, her mentor’s wisdom had never been wrong through out the years of her advisership. and as siyeon stands among her designated space within the exhibition hall, brows crinkling in sharp deliberation at the project that comes together before her, that specific quote finds its way into the forefront of her mind. now, an impasse.
the reverberation of labor and chatter fill the area of the hall, chiefly coming from the red and green club; a good number of which she finds herself on unfavorable terms with, at best. it would be in her nature to leave had it not been for the acclaim and perks that came with being a member ( as she’s working in now ), along with that nagging feeling of being where the universe wants her to be. so as much as siyeon would like to flee mugunghwa, she remains. as much as she doesn’t want to engage with the red and green club ⏤ especially after the one pro regarding said club passed away ⏤ she makes do. and as much as she wants this piece to come together in a seamless manner, it doesn’t.
running fingers through brunette tresses with a sigh, eyes connect with son jiyeon after breaking away from trance; a beacon of hope amongst precarious waters. the older was a neutral party to her within the club, and held a place of respect within the way she carries her duties and proficiency. but there’s a part of siyeon that hesitates, unable to ask for help in lieu of it being unbecoming, a sign of weakness. before giving herself time to think it over legs find themselves roaming towards jiyeon’s side, an olive branch in the way glossed lips pull into a tight grin, a lock of hair twirling around an index finger, “hey ... uh, jiyeon? you gotta sec? i think i need some advice on my uh ... thing, over there. if you can.” she starts, motioning to her hanging sculpture with a tilt of her head.
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