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● AYO's Min.T and Class B's Jinni have been confirmed to be dating. This news comes at the same time that Newsound has debuted the pair's new sub-unit, 2 Namja Yeoja United (2NYU) with the mini album 200%, just in time for Valentine's Day!

● Young Ae Sook has been cast in the new drama "Hyde Jekyll, Me", a story about theme park CEO with Dissociative Identity Disorder and the park's new circus commandant who falls in love with both of his personalities.

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● Ahn Hye Shin, Xander, & Jin attack the charts with the #2 slot!

● Ahn Hye Shin has made her comeback as AHS with a solo album! After her long awaited comeback her songs and collaborations have slammed music charts with her unique voice at #2, #9, & #10!!

● After a world tour, ri$k has finally made a comeback with the release of their digital single Voodoo Doll!

● Polaris collapsed while filming a performance of his song "GG BE" with Class B's Jewel. He was rushed to the hospital and is expected to remain there for a few days. The rest of his promotions have since been cancelled.

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When people said the entertainment industry moved fast, they weren’t kidding. It wasn’t even a year since Class B had released their debut album and already the four-member girl group was working up to another one. The girls themselves were not ones whom the average person would peg as the hard-working type, but each of them—even their wild child leader—had their moments of seriousness and knew when to buckle down for work. These days pure talent, which each of them had, wasn’t enough anymore, an entertainer had to have the drive to make it somewhere.<BR><BR>

Rose didn’t like to flaunt her personal drive. The issue rested on a teeter-totter of insecurity surrounding the hidden fact that she didn’t get into Newsound without help. She worried that people would question her if they saw her working too hard and say that she was trying to compensate for something, so her solution was to put on a rigid mask of self-confidence—that whole “I don’t train, my voice is naturally this amazing” vibe. When people told her she was talented, she waved off their compliments like it wasn’t news to her, but inside she didn’t believe them. <BR><BR>

That evening she had plans to sneak out with Jun Young (whom she had been seeing secretly) after dinner with the girls, but Class B was also scheduled to perform on a radio show the next day. It didn’t seem that the other group members were worried about it, and so Rose matched their confidence in saying that they were totally prepared. Then when the others were distracted, she snuck off to Newsound to practice her vocals on her own. <BR><BR>

The heel of her black boots clicked like a drum roll with the speed at which she marched down the hall of studio rooms. There was only one room Rose preferred to use, as the others she deemed “too sketchy” for her to spend time alone in due to various random, unrelated occurrences—like a cup falling off the table—that fueled her hushed fear that supernatural beings really did roam the earth. Her eyes glanced over the numbers of the doors she passed, each one swung wide open to reveal an empty room. It was a rather odd time—late in the afternoon—for anyone to be using the studio, for recording, vocal practice, or anything of the sort. Rose was fairly certain—much to her inner dismay—that she would be the only one in this section of the building at that moment.
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Room #4. The American-born diva stopped in her tracks just before its solid wood door frame. Peering through the little rectangular window, she noticed there was already a body inside, a very particular body of a particular boy group leader who made her face instantly drop into a scowl. It was an ambivalent feeling: on one hand Rose felt uplifted that someone else was around and that it happened to be Xander, whom she didn’t get to see much, but of course she would never let him know she was happy to see him. <BR><BR>

In fact, her reaction was the exact contrary. Her hand gripped the door knob and in one swift push, she flung the door open, completely inconsiderate of whatever he was in the middle of. <B>“No wonder it smells like ass down here,”</b> she started with her pretty pink lips and narrowed mascara eyes, feeling comfortable in that she could speak her native language of English to him,<B> “Don’t you ever go home and shower? You’re, like, always here. You gotta go.” </b>With that she crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame, giving him a solid look that he had to leave. Like now (not that she actually wanted him to).



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<span>age 20-27</span>
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This is not a final request, but I’m looking for Rose’s ex-boyfriend from many years ago, and their history is a bit particular so I’ll go ahead and describe it! This guy has to have lived in Los Angeles before, because he and Rose were from the same neighborhood in Koreatown there, and that’s how they met. Rose’s father was (and still is) the leader of the most prominent crime group in their town, which is something that wasn’t exactly a secret but not really talked about either. Rose wasn’t allowed to date, but nonetheless this guy and she ended up getting together. They thought they could get away with it because Rose’s father was always busy and didn’t live with her, so he wouldn’t know. Their relationship was going well, they really liked each other, she lost most of her firsts to him, but then her father found out and things took a devastating turn.<BR><BR>

One night the young couple came back to Rose’s apartment and were shocked to find her father there waiting for them. He beat her boyfriend until the guy was within an inch of death right in front of Rose and then threw him out, saying he would finish off the job if he ever saw his face again. Very soon afterwards, the gang started to pressure her ex-boyfriend’s family until they packed up and left town without a word to anyone—wherever they relocated to is up to you. When they mysteriously disappeared, all of their friends and neighbors blamed Rose and she was basically ostracized because of the incident; that’s why her parents decided to send her out to Seoul for a fresh new start. <BR><BR>

This all happened when Rose was in high school and she’s 19 now, so anywhere between 3-5 years ago. I first imagined her and her ex to have a pretty big age gap between them (he could have been one of her friends’ older brothers' friends) but I don’t mind if you want to make him younger, so I’d say anywhere in the 20-27 age range is fine. He would be one of the only people in Korea to know about her gang connections, and I think it would be interesting if he were holding a grudge against her (understandably so) but were also conflicted in that he can't bring himself to completely hate her because of the feelings they shared before. I think they could have a lot of dramatic threads together haha, so if that's your sort of thing, please take him!<BR><BR>


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I'm a train wreck in the morning
I'm a bitch in the afternoon
Every now and then without warning
I can be really mean towards you
I'm a puzzle yes in deed
Ever complex in every way
And all the pieces aren't even in the box
And yet, you see the picture clear as day.
I neglect you when I'm working
When I need attention I tend to nag
I'm a host of imperfection
And you see past all that
I'm a peasant by some standards
But in your eyes I'm a queen
You see potential in all my flaws
and that's exactly what I mean.

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There was a certain act that Rose had to put up around Newsound. For one thing she definitely played up her confidence to the max level, waltzing around the building as though she knew she was the best vocalist they had under 20 and didn’t need to practice for it. She had to, because if she faltered for even one second then someone might suspect her merit to be in the company, and, upon further research into her background, stumble upon some facts that would make it look quite clear that she didn’t make it in with just merit alone. Rose knew that, and it completely undermined any confidence she truly had in herself. The reality was that Rose pushed herself hard to practice at every chance she got, mainly in the safety of the night so she could still make her ability look effortless. As for real talent, although the young girl had it—with lungs that rivaled Whitney Houston—she didn’t actually believe she did.
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That night Rose was, once again, in one of the music rooms practicing her singing along to some sheet music. She had purposely waited until most of the others had gone home so that she could be alone, so it was rather dark, save for the single bench lamp resting over her piano. It was enough for her to read the sheet music, so she didn’t bother turning on any of the other lights in the room or in the hallway (besides, running into others wasn’t exactly something she was trying to do). A smaller room would have sufficed, but since they were all empty the young diva opted to take up a more spacious one with two pianos: one serving at her resting spot and the other over on the other side of the room where it was dark.
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Of course, another part of her act was the immense aura of bravery that Class B’s main vocalist seemed to display. In reality—although she kept it mostly a secret to herself—Rose was gravely superstitious. Being alone in the Newsound building gave her the creeps, but if that was what she had to do to keep her vocals top-notch, that was what she had to do. Finishing one of the songs in her book, she softly hummed to herself while turning the pages to keep her throat warmed up, sitting comfortably perched over the piano so that she could read with help from the single light.


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I'm a train wreck in the morning
I'm a bitch in the afternoon
Every now and then without warning
I can be really mean towards you
I'm a puzzle yes in deed
Ever complex in every way
And all the pieces aren't even in the box
And yet, you see the picture clear as day.
I neglect you when I'm working
When I need attention I tend to nag
I'm a host of imperfection
And you see past all that
I'm a peasant by some standards
But in your eyes I'm a queen
You see potential in all my flaws
and that's exactly what I mean.

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In general, Rose tried to act like an independent woman. She was 19 years old—already a woman at least by American standards—and living in a foreign country all on her own, dammit, so she felt like she had a firm grasp on the world. After all, she had witnessed events that were much more severe than the average girl her age because of her father’s position as a gang leader, as much as he had tried to keep her from it. Perhaps that was another reason why Rose fought against asking for anyone’s help: she knew well that her father had men watching over her in Seoul who would jump to her aid even if it were for something as petty as a shopkeeper giving her attitude, but she didn’t want their “help” because their “help” meant someone would get kidnapped and beaten for her, and after they already had—without her asking—caused a subway accident just to kill off the music scout whose opinion blocked her from getting into Newsound in the first place, she just couldn't stand to have any more deaths happen because of her; what already happened kept her from sleeping at night.<BR><BR>

But whether she was fond of it or not, her father’s men created a security blanket for her to do whatever she wanted, believing they would always be there to back her up. It was childish of her to think that the world revolved around her, that any suspicious-looking male dressed in a dark suit or something to that standard was immediately on her side, but since back home in LA’s Koreatown that had generally been the case, she couldn’t help but have that immediate thought within her. Sometimes it caused her to act irrationally, but so far the young girl had seen no consequences come from her actions.
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Rose wasn’t the hero type, but she did have a conscience. That afternoon she was walking home from getting her acoustic guitar fixed up after Class B’s kitten Pook had decided to leave a big ol’ scratch in it. With the refurbished instrument all wrapped in its case, she made her way down the narrow sidewalk until she came across a scene that caused the singer to slow her pace: a young man—perhaps only a few years her senior—was backed up against the outside of a shop with three older men dressed in all black crowding him, harrassing for money or something Rose didn’t know. The street wasn’t empty, but somehow the people passing by seemed more concerned with minding their own business than helping the poor guy; that pissed Rose off.
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Her jaw slacked as she scoffed, disgusted by this show of force by the guys she only assumed were in her father’s alliance gang—wasn’t the H.S.S mob the only ones who ran the streets in Seoul? She believed so, which was why she believed she had the right to yell at them: <B>“Yah! What the hell do you losers think you’re doing?”</b><BR><BR>

All four of the men turned to stare at the younger girl, clearly shocked by her bravado. The look on their faces only ticked the little gang princess off further. <B>“Don’t you know who I am?”</b> She scoffed again—why were they looking at her like that? <B>“I’m Lee Soo Jin!”</b> Did they forget? She was the one they were supposed to be protecting, and listening to by that virtue.
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Rose expected the three old punks to grovel at her feet for forgiveness just before she let them have a piece of her mind for threatening an innocent guy like that in public; it never occurred to her that these guys might have been affiliated with a different gang or that they could be out to harm her not help her. One of them took a step closer to her. <B>“Lee Soo Jin?”</b> he asked with surprise. <B>“The Western Tiger’s daughter?”</b>
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The young vocalist rolled her eyes at the mention of her father’s alias and pointed at her face. <B>“Duh! Who else looks like this?”</b> Her half-Korean, half-Filipino features coupled with her deep crimson hair were really one of kind.
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There seemed to be a change in target amongst the three gangsters, an unspoken signal that Rose naively missed, even as the other two men let go of the boy they were holding, who then scampered off like a rabbit that had been freed by their predator. One of the men took her guitar case off of her shoulder for her, which Rose mistook to mean he would carry it for her while he walked her back to the dorm. <I>Jeez, slow as fuck,</i> she thought in her head in English over their realization that they should be helping her—were they new to the gang or something? Everyone else had always immediately been at her service, like bodyguards. Finally the other two men stepped up to her and took hold of each of her arms. <B>“Come with us,”</b> one of them said briskly.
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<B>“Yah, watch it! I’m coming!”</b> the fiery woman retorted, walking willingly with them but trying to shrug out of their grip. Why were they being so rough with her? If they needed to tell her something in private—judging by the way they were leading her into a secluded alleyway—that was fine, but they didn’t have to drag her there. Rose was used to her caretaker Muleup-nim having some confidential updates for her from time to time, but she wasn’t used to being manhandled by his cronies; they had to be new (she couldn’t recognize them either).
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Once clear from passersby on the street and decently within the alleyway, the two men at either of Rose’s sides suddenly spun her slender figure around and slammed her back against the wall, her head painfully meeting the bricks building its height. <B>“YAH!”</b> she shrieked, more in anger than in admittance of her pain. What the fuck? Her heartbeat raced as she opened her eyes to the sight of the two male bodies pinning her against the wall, their limbs entangling with her own as she struggled against their force. <B>“Let… go of—!”</b> her demand was cut off as an arm blocked her mouth, the fabric of the man’s jacket pressing hard against her lips.
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<B>“She’s definitely a tiger’s daughter,”</b> the third man remarked in a chuckle, smirking at her as his hands dug into his pockets for something Rose couldn’t yet see. <B>”Still, it was pretty stupid of you to follow us that easily.”</b> Standing right in front of her, he slowly pulled out a cloth from one pocket and a small bottle of clear liquid from the other and raised them for her to see, a ugly grin sitting on his ugly face.

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She felt her breath shorten already as she realized that they were going to knock her out with those chemicals. Her amber eyes widened before glaring bullets at him as she struggled against her human restraints; even as a young girl, it took all the two men had to keep her in place. Tried as they could, they pressed her against the wall but Rose managed to wiggle one of her legs free and, with all the fighting spirit she had, jammed her knee right into the third man’s unblocked groin.
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<B>“Bitch!”</b> he called out, doubling over and dropping the supplies to tend to his wounded groin. The man holding her back on her right suddenly lept from her side to recover the discarded bottle and cloth, while the one on her left attempted to hold the girl back on his own, covering the front of her figure and pushing it against the wall with the entirety of his masculine body. <BR><BR>

Rose kicked and struggled the best she could. With her mouth free she cried out over his shoulder, <B>“LET GO OF ME!”</b>


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Rose Lee (리수진)

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LA to Seoul, queen ro back to claim da throne~ <3 classique <3

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Rose Lee (리수진)

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@roselie_classb

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