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Sooyoung stands up as Professor Kang steps to the side, and immediately wishes she’d stayed seated. The model - her model - is gorgeous despite looking as if she’d just run a half marathon, like magazine-cover levels of hot. A quick survey of her features leaves Sooyoung feeling as if someone had whacked her over the head with a baseball bat. In a professional sense, of course. She’s a fucking sculptor. One who does not use human models, specifically. Sooyoung quickly regroups her mental faculties behind this fact.
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Ha Sooyoung is a senior sculpture student who refuses to use human models for her art. Shenanigans ensue when the university assigns Jeong Jinsol as her model for what may be the most important piece she’ll ever make.
Bookmarked by sunskies (zeropointfive)
04 Apr 2022
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there is no limit to me with you by nonfui (nonsumnoncuro)
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dear dandelion, i'll make a wish for three. by matchasnow, velvet_plush for K_Morpho
Fandoms: LOONA (Korea Band)
19 Nov 2018
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hyerimwon!idolverse poly AU
A romance told in three parts. Yerim pines, Hyejoo's conflicted, and Chaewon gets the girls.
Bookmarked by zeropointfive
30 Mar 2020
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dear dandelion, i'll make a wish for three. by matchasnow, velvet_plush
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Falling for Hyunjin is one thing. Falling from Heaven as an angel is another. It's just, her boss is a megafucking dick of a guy and Heejin quite liked doing what she pleased without being forsaken, and really, being graceless isn't as bad as it seems.
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Hyunjin doesn’t like wasting her time and breaking rules, but, she likes Heejin so if there’s rules she needs to break to get to her, she will.
(But really, all Heejin does is trespass into private property, vandalize, and steal flowers from dead people.)
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No one says anything for a long time, probably a full minute. It’s cold outside, but the stars are shining and it looks beautiful; not like in the city, where they can barely be seen (it’s one of the reasons she moved here, after all). If she stares hard enough she might even forget how miserable she feels; how Nayeon makes her feel like a weapon.
“He wanted to know how I was doing,” Nayeon clarifies.
“I didn’t ask,” she slurs back at her. Dahyun rests her body against the wall and slides down to the floor to sit because she thinks her legs might give up on her.
Nayeon drunkenly giggles. “I don’t deserve him.”
I don’t think anyone deserves you, she wants to say. She doesn’t know if it’s a compliment or an insult.