eunbyul

hi hi everyone! it’s ria, back at it again with a second muse. i bring to you the overconfident wishbone trainee ryu eunbyul aka nova. it you're interested in plotting feel free to send me a message here or on discord (ria ♡#0809) or like this post and i'll reach out to you!

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Well. This is a little awkward. 

Since debut, it wasn’t often that Danny got the Blue.M practice room all to himself. Even on their off days it wouldn’t be hard to find at least one or two of the members there working on something new or just killing time. Besides, even with all the chatter, they were more likely to catch a peaceful nap there than back at the dorms where chaos reigned ( fun chaos, but chaos nonetheless ). 

Today, Danny was taking advantage of this rare opportunity to film some personal content for the group’s various social media pages. He prided himself on always providing quality content for Blossoms and this would be no different. With his tripod in place and lighting all set, he was ready for an afternoon of song covers, strategically timed aegyo, and sweat. Lots of sweat. Nothing out of the ordinary for a few dance videos! …If you consider a cartoonish animal suit ordinary. 

When Eunbyul enters out of no where, the rookie idol freezes mid Red Flavor, blinking up at her through the mesh pupils of his costume. “U - uh! Sorry! Subin’s not here at the moment! But - “ Danny pads over to stop the music before tugging off his crocodile head with a sheepish grin. “I can tell him you stopped by! Oh, do you want me to message him for you?”

eunbyul stopped dead in her tracks, face wrinkling in evident disgust as she observed the strange scene that she had stumbled into. based on the amount of time that she spent around blue.m members, she should probably be used to the strange scenarios that the. boys came up with. but whatever this was seemed strange enough that she couldn’t wrap her head around it. 

she stared a moment longer, trying to find words that weren’t going to offend the poor boy. “what the hell are you wearing?” were the only words that she could muster to come out of her mouth. she tilted her head, eyeing up the mask that danny now held in his hands. “did they force you into that? or is this just a prank?” she glanced arounf the room as if she were looking for a camera. “minho isn’t just trying to make me laugh, is he?” 

it hadn’t been a surprise for eunbyul to find herself in the final lineup of the select girls. she knew going into the competition that she would make it that far. that’s what happens when you go into a competition knowing that you’re the very best, the competition hardly even exists. amidst the excited girls who had been called into 11:11 to learn their new future, eunbyul seemed relatively unborthered. she saw it as meerly a small roadbump in her journey rather than the next step in her life.

eunbyul hadn’t realized just how late she was running for the company meeting until she checked the time on her phone. she had been plotting her next move for days, finally managing to come up with a brilliant idea, which involved being on time (which she was most certainly not going to be at this point). she set off jogging down the hallway, not fast enough to create a scene but still at a speed fast enough to get strange looks from the few people that she crossed paths with. 

she threw the door open with seconds to spare, panting softly as she caught her breath from her run across the building. flashing a sweet smile to the few people who had glanced in her direction, eunbyul’s eyes scanned the room as she searched for the poor soul who was the target of her latest plot. a slow smile crossed her face as she caught sight of him. sagong yunha. not usually eunbyul’s type. but he had his perks. so she was going to make him hers. 

despite her usually cold exterior, there was times when eunbyul found life becoming all too much. it was a strange mixture of realizing she hadn’t made it to where she wanted to be, an overwheming longing for the things that she had lost, and the pressure to achieve enough to make her parents proud. it was a hard burden to carry, living a life where she had to live out both her own dreams, and those of the sister that she lost in order to make people happy.

the one problem with pushing everyone away was that in times like this, there was nowhere that she could run. her family was far away (not that she wanted to go to them in that moment) and there was nobody else that she was comfortable enough to act vulnerable around. 

eunbyul was well known for her habit of making herself much too at home in places where she really shouldn’t be. the latest example of this would be roaming the halls of yuseong, her former company. she was familiar with the halls from the short time she had spent training there and yet she still found herself getting lost in the twists and turns that hasdn’t been a part of her day to day life in quite some time.

whether or not she was welcome in the building was debatable, but she used her relationship with minho and subin to slip the building to bother them when they all most defintely had other things that they should be doing. (for instance, actually practicing). but eunbyul was hungry and none of the other girls seemed to want to volunteer to take her out to dinner. she knew that subin wouldn’t be able to resist her charm. or, on the odd chance that he could, minho would never say no to the chance for dinner with her. 

starter for @wseunbyul​

alice was, in a word, intimidated by eunbyul. not for her talents - which, while impressive, hadn’t been enough to keep g.ni afloat, so why should she let them scare her? - but for her general aura. she seemed to be looking for ways to antagonize alice, and whether it was real or in her head, it was incredibly nerve wracking.

still, her mother hadn’t raised her to show fear, not of some girl who wasn’t any better than her, and certainly not of a competitor. and this was a competition, make no mistake. they were performing together, sure, but alice had seen the way eunbyul stole attention away. with her few lines, she couldn’t afford all eyes not being on her during her small parts in the performance, especially when eunbyul sang half the song.

“you know,” alice comments, tone mild and sweet but words acidic. “you sure know how to capture attention, especially during this part.” specifically, her line in the second verse. “perhaps you’d like to trade, unnie.”

eunbyul went into select with two goals in mind. one of them was quite obvious, win. (she had been told many times that she couldn’t necessarily win everything, but she sure as hell was going to try). her other goal was to make sure that the other contestants were intimidated by her. whether that be through her skills, or through other means necessary.

she had been warned many times already that her need to steal the spotlight would be her downfall. they had even penalized her for her need to be the centre of attention. and yet, nothing had changed. she was still just as desperate to be the most seen in every single performance no matter what that took.

  Her smile slowly fades away at your harsh tone. She couldn’t understand what would make you react in such a way. After all, what was so wrong about being such good friends that they were willing to share clothes? Wasn’t that what all best friends did? Dramatically falling back down onto her stomach, she slams her head against the mattress before glancing over to see if she managed to get any kind of reaction out of you. “If you give me my shirt back, I’ll still think that we look enough alike to be twins.” She murmurs through her pouting lips. “You’re going to get it all wrinkled.”

  Continuing to sulk, Minhee starts to sniffle loudly, although no tears had actually started to fall yet. This wasn’t how friends were supposed to treat each other. Were you upset that she had been spending some of her time with the other girls on Select? She had never pictured you as being the jealous type, but that must have been the case. You just loved her so much that you couldn’t bare to be without her! “You know, if you really love me, you could have just told me so. You didn’t have to skip to the stage of throwing your shirt off right away.”

  Rolling off the side of her bed and landing ungracefully onto the floor, her eyes stay glued to you even from the unnatural angle. “Beautiful.” She spontaneously uses her poor knowledge of English to say the single word in the foreign language. With her eyes sparkling, she begins to grin again. “I’m a beautiful girl, just like you. You don’t have to pretend that you don’t know that.”

eunbyul stared minhee down with a stone cold gaze as she tumbled down onto the mattress. between their time in g.ni, and all of the training that the pair of them had done together, she was unfazed by minhee’s dramatics. she tended to let this show on her face, she had learnt that it was easier to be left alone that way. 

she shrugged, slipping a new shirt over her head. “not really my problem, is it? i’m sure you can figure out how to work an iron if you’re that worried about the wrinkles.” she made a face, looking down at minhee with disgust once the new shirt was pulled down over her head.

A baby! He was a baby! His mom always called him her precious baby, soft and loving. The term of endearment always made him feel warm and loved, filled to the brim with affection and bubbly joy. It warmed his cheeks, from the tips of his hair to the tippies of his toes. He smiled at Eunbyul’s greeting, giving her a final squeeze of her hug. She really was one of his most favorite noonas in the whole wide world. 

He pulled away and smiled at their joined hands. He loved holding hands, especially with Eunbyul. It always felt so nice and warm and like he would never ever get lost in the supermarket like he did that one time his older sister let go of his hand when she was seven. He got not lost eventually! But Eunbyul would never let go, ever! He was pretty sure about that!

“Hi hi noona. I did! We practiced for so long and the trainers made us stay late and I didn’t even get to sneak in any snacks because of how much we were dancing.” He excitedly swung their arms between them, careful not to walk too fast because Eunbyul was much smaller and had shorter legs. “Did we look super cool, noona? It was so fun! Bloom bloom pow!” He made a cute pow pow hand gesture with his free hand. “That sounds like a great idea, noona!”

for someone who tried to avoid contact with most people, eunbyul always found herself loving when she was able to hold minho’s hand. there was something about the boy that made her feel warm and bubbly. almost as if he were projecting his personality onto her. perhaps she should limit the time that she spent with him in order to avoided being too influenced by his sweet personality. the world would be a different place if eunbyul was anything like jang minho. 

she gave his hand a quick squeeze, following along with a skip in her step to keep up with minho’s much larger stride. “that’s a shame, baby. next time you let me know when they’re practicing you to death and i’ll get someone to bring you some snacks. maybe strawberry pocky? you like that, right sweetie?” she laughed, mirroring his gesture with her own free hand. “bloom bloom pow, baby! you looked so cool!” 

“why do you think that it’ll fail even debuting?” his shoulders raise ever so slightly, mild confusion masking his features as he raised a brow at her. “are you lacking in that much confidence in your charisma and ability? besides, it’s not as if they’re going to give you sucky partners for your group either. so why be so pessimistic?” 

“ah.” he wasn’t going to try to seem that he understood what she meant by being restricted by the group concepts that she would potentially be placed into. “but you know, having exposure in something that you may not be good at may sometimes be a great platform to build yourself off from.” his voice lulls into a low thoughtful timbre. “because at least they know you’re versatile. even if it may take a good couple of years, think of it in this way. at least you’ll have the right resources to make good things happen faster. unlike me.” he offers her yet another mint with a raise of a brow. “i left, didn’t i? and how long did that take me to get where i am? more than 6 years.” 

she laughed softly, both at his comments and the shade of red that hyuk’s face had turned. “that’s something that you and i both know all too well, hyuk-ah.” eunbyul had a habit of dropping formalities with people that she knew (and sometimes even those that she didn’t). it was her way of seeing just how far she was able to push others while still getting away with it. “all these years and if anything, all i’ve learned is how to put on a show for the cameras.” 

eunbyul giggled, running her fingers through her soft pink hair. “i am very much a lady. i’m sure that everyone who knows me would agree with that. you must have a very skewed perception of reality if you only see me as a girl.” she grinned wide, enjoying the teasing that she was able to do to him. “i’m sure you’d look very dashing with straw coloured hair, hyukie. you just aren’t my type. sucks to be you, i suppose.” she let out a whimper in response to the flick, reaching up to dramatically rub at her forehead. 

originally, eunbyul had debated skipping the trip entirely, opting instead to spend the day enjoying the silence in the dorm while the rest of the select contestants had their day of fun. but, much like usual, she found herself changing her mind in a split second and here she was, standing in the middle of the park as crowds filtered around.

she found herself staring up at the ride in front of her, laughing quietly as she listened to the screams from the individuals who were being thrown about by the swinging ship. it didn't sound like fun. why would someone enjoy something that they seemed to be so scared of. either way, it looked fun to her. and she wanted to try it.

  As much as he didn’t want to admit that Eunbyul had the capability to be mean, he’d only have to become a bit more socially aware to realize that she hadn’t been the most welcoming to his presence in the past. But of course, Subin figured that she always wanted him around. Maybe she didn’t always answer the array of text messages that he’d send at all times of the night, but she had never told him to stop sending them, so he’d continue the practice until he managed to get a reply from her. “Well, you didn’t walk away, did you? So, even if you are mean, you must love me at least a little bit. Your actions speak volumes.” Proud of the conclusion that he came to all on his own, he gives you a smug grin before lightly nudging your side with his elbow.

  The question that she had decided to ask was one that he couldn’t come up with an answer to right away. Why had he really decided to become an idol? Maybe it was so that he could hopefully make enough money to send home to his mom and younger brother. Or maybe it was so that, if he gained the love and affection of hundreds of fans, he wouldn’t feel so alone anymore. He didn’t exactly want to say any of these reasons aloud. They all sounded too depressing. Scrunching is nose up, acting as though he didn’t understand what would prompt you to say such a thing, Subin glances down at you. “I only ignore some of the rules. I think you’re just out to make me sound like the worst guy ever.” He lightly scoffs under his breath.

  He wasn’t sure if the thought of Eunbyul on a survival show was funny or scary. He knew how much she liked to win, even if she didn’t want to be on the show in the first place. “So, you’re telling me that hundreds of girls are going to be in the same place as you?” He raises an eyebrow before laughing aloud. “They’d better watch out.” He could easily imagine a few hospital bills having to be paid since Eunbyul was going to be there. It’d be easier to win if more contestants were out with injuries, right?”

  “Oh, come on. A business card is so outdated. I don’t want them to think that I’m ancient. Don’t you think that it’d be better if you sent out my picture in a group chat, or something? That way they can decide if they like what they see right away. Should I work on my poses so that you can take my picture?” Getting up close to your face, he starts putting his best aegyo skills to use.

mean was one of the best words that there was to describe eunbyul and how she treated. manipulative was likely a close second. subin was one of the poor souls who she kept around just in case she needed him for something someday. and his willingness to stay around only benefited her. sometimes, she imagined the pair of the becoming real friends, especially when she found herself thinking about him when he wasn’t bothering her. but eunbyul quickly pushed that notion aside. “maybe i just stick around because i know that you’ll be paying for my dinner later.” 

she rolled her eyes, leaning into his side as the pair of them wandered. “i know how you work, subin. you only pay attention to rules when they benefit you. how you’ve made it this far without being kicked out of your company is beyond me, honestly.” upon furthur thought, eunbyul came to the conclusion that he was lucky that he was pretty. there was a high chance that he wouldn’t get away with nearly as much as he did if he didn’t have such a gorgeous face. 

she snorted quietly, enjoying the mental image of her shoving her fellow contestants aside for the imaginary crown that she had in her mind that came along with winning select. “nothing to watch out for if they’re smart. they’ll know they don’t even have a chance going into it since i’ll be there.” 

yoojin felt a sense of relief that her uncoordinated entrance hadn’t sour her first interaction with eunbyul. a part of her was surprised by the honest reaction, but she could appreciate that eunbyul didn’t seem to sugarcoat her words for the sake of feigning politeness since she was the one that should be apologetic. she reaches out with a faint smile on her lips, fingers curling gently around the girl’s palm to introduce herself properly.  

“i wanted to introduce myself when i heard you and the other girls were transferred to the company, but we’ve never crossed paths… until now.” she says with a sheepish grin, dropping her hand back to her side. “if i’m being honest, i’m surprised that you are trying to debut once again in a group. although, i can understand that the competition can be an incredible opportunity and i would be doing the same if i were in your position. i really hope that you still continue with your solo music even if you debut in a group.” 

“who knows? we could be working together in the future.” she bit the inside of her cheek in an attempt at stopping herself from speaking too much. she didn’t want to offend or say the wrong thing since after all, eunbyul had more experience. “i’m still a novice, but i’m trying learn the ins and outs of producing.” 

eunbyul took the opportunity to size yoojin up as the shook hands, instantly assessing whether to consider her a friend or a competition, like she did upon meeting nearly everyone for the first time. logic told her that there was nothing about yoojin to despise, but a part of her disliked everyone who managed to make it furthur in their career than her.

"well, lucky for me. i think that you're the first in your group that i've had the pleasure of meeting." yoojin's words seem to instantly ease eunbyul, it wasn't often that she was able to interact with people who knew her for her solo career rather than her time with g.ni. she smiled softly, unlike the fake one that she usually had plastered upon her face while shrugging. "even if i don't make it into a new group, the publicity will be great. and that's what i really need at this point."

The thing about Asami is that she doesn’t like making a scene. She doesn’t like drama or complicated things, and she’ll avoid it at all costs. But she also doesn’t like when people get upset, especially when their anger is directed at her, so that is also one of the reasons why she tends to stay neutral in most cases. In this one, in particular, there’s nothing to be done other than confront what had happened and come up with a solution that leaves both parties satisfied.

Asami looks at the spot where her drink spilled on this other girl, and she bites her lips in regret that this had to happen tonight. “That’s bad. It’s a very nice shirt. You dress it well,” she says with a little bit of regret for the loss (and it might also be because of the small amount of alcohol that she had consumed that made her feel honest enough to say those words out loud). 

She thinks for a short while and nudges her friend and tells her to hold her drink as she takes the other woman by the hand and leans in closer to her ear so she doesn’t have to shout, “we can try and clean that up. Come with me to the bathroom, and we can figure something out. I’d hate if you lost your night because of a silly mistake.”

lips pursed, eunbyul stared the girl over while thinking over her options. she could continue to bitch, finding fun in ruining the strangers night. or she could relax and accept the help. the latter option was unsual for eunbyul, but it happened to be the one she decided on in that moment. lack of judgement clouded by the alcohol causing her head to spin, she let out a quiet 'hmph', rubbing at the spot on her shirt one last time.

"it is a very nice shirt. i like it." she grumbled, moreso to herself than anyone around her as she looses herself in her world of material things. she snaps out of her daze at the sudden closeness between her and the stranger, finding herself leaning in closer in order to hear.