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taking a moment to admire newly revealed visage, the idol shakes her head.
〝 no, not this summer———i love performing but i just . . . need a break. 〞
“ oh, nothing much! Just seeing what my favorite pop star’s been up to! Any new tours coming up ? “
Asking before he removed his mask from his head, greeting her with a warm grin.
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silence that follows and seol - hee is almost embarrassed to speak up again, but she does anyways.
〝 i'm proud of you, y'know . . . you work so hard. 〞
It is a habit of Ami's. Not good, not bad. If she hadn't, Korea may not be the same. They may not have been the same. But it ate at her, her walls remained ever high.
Except in these rare moments of vulnerability.
Hands were quick to remove layers - the suit far too stiff ―
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glitz and glamor.
〝 well, it's lucky you have 𝓶e͟ then, right ? 〞 tip of her nose nudges against ami's jawline, an affectionate nuzzle.
there's a thick 𖬺͟.
The Kumiho did not fight it. Let herself be gently tugged from the chair and desk, papers set down. A slow blink as her body shifted it's mentality; Work mode to... relaxing. Exhaustion lay behind those eyes, but a small smile to match the others.
" ... Okay, Seol. "
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“Seol.”
A simple call out to the woman, @icyseol, Scott with his arms crossed against his chest as he stared at the woman. Eyeing her up and down, with. . . some curiosity in mind.
Eyes drifted to the digits that reached out - letting them meet a hand holding a pen. A quiet exhale from the director; too many late nights working, but she needed it-
Or, so Ami kept telling herself. That when the idol, gentle in words, asked her to come to bed..
" 그럴게. "
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a cusp of mandatory adoration, settled fingers nestle perfectly ‘pon firm waistline.⠀eye to eye for a brief moment sweetly struck by her sightlines .
⠀❝⠀anyone told you how gorgeous you look .ᐣ⠀‘specially those eyes of yours .. ❞
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