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perfectsunlight · 4 months ago
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Wait, since Meovv is debuting.. I wonder how Ivory feels about Ella. Everyone has been calling Ella Jennie's daughter for years, and Jennie used to spend so much time with her. Ella even called Jennie her mama on insta years ago. I know Ivory is feeling some type of way. Imagine your famous mom hiding and not claiming you, yet she's playing house with another girl your age... that's crazy 😹 I know she's mad asf 😹😹
no because the way ivory literally NEVER forgets when all of that happened 😭 it's actually the first time (of many) where jennie realizes her daughter is ignoring her...
even jieun told jennie she fucked up baddd with the ella shit 💀 had ivory stomping around the house and school for WEEKS
it's actually insane when ella and ivory meet bc miss ivory does NOT PLAYYY 😭 obvi if this girl had the chance, she'd be dragging ella AND jennie through the streets...but she mainly holds this bitter resentment towards ella specifically bc she thinks she stole her mother
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perfectsunlight · 1 year ago
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01 ━━━ THE WAY THINGS GO
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warnings: minor angst.
word count: 2.3k
synopsis: your ex-wife receives an invite to your wedding, but will she let you say "i do" for a second time?
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when the leaves grow green and the cherry blossoms bloom, soyeon remembers your wedding. however, she wasn’t expecting that reminder six months earlier, and this time it wasn’t a reminder of the past.
the ceo furrowed her eyebrows as she flipped over the white envelope that had been addressed to her as “jeon soyeon” and not “ceo jeon.” did her mother send her a late birthday card? or was it something from a friend?
a pit formed in her stomach when she recognized the handwriting. it was yours.
the woman’s fingers trembled slightly as she gently opened the invitation, and prayed to every god in the sky that it wasn’t true. she hoped that the non-formal addressing and the color scheme meant anything but the thoughts running through her head.
the elegant script on the invitation danced before her eyes, adorned with black and white lettering. the weight of the revelation caused her chest to tighten and the air inside her lungs to disappear. 
you were getting re-married. 
it had been 5 years since the divorce. had you really moved on?
as she read the details of the upcoming ceremony, soyeon couldn't shake the mixture of disbelief and subtle pain that twisted in her stomach. 
on top of that, you were marrying a man who happened to be an old school friend of yours. he was always the only person who had been closer to you than she was.
with a heavy heart, she traced the letters of your name on the invitation, feeling the ink under her fingertips as she remembered the way her name looked next to yours all those years ago. 
she thought about reaching for her phone, dialing your number and demanding an explanation from you. but the rational ceo within her prevailed, reminding her that the past was just that—a chapter closed and done, sealed with the ink of divorce papers.
yet, in the solitude of her office, surrounded by the trappings of success, soyeon couldn't escape the way this single white envelope had made her feel. the memories of your love that once bloomed like the blossoms outside her window did in early may were now juxtaposed against the harsh reality of a future that no longer included her.
with a sigh, she folded the invitation, holding it in her hands as if the act itself could contain the storm of emotions brewing deep inside her. she had so much left to say to you, but she didn’t even want to bother trying at this point. 
you were getting re-married, and she would have to accept the fact that you no longer were in love with her. 
she gently placed the envelope against the side of her desk lamp, not wanting to throw it away, but also not knowing exactly what to do with it either.
her gaze lingered on the invitation, her mind oscillating between the urge to confront the past and the wisdom of letting it rest. she wrestled with the conflicting desires, knowing very well that your happiness was all she ever wanted, but also hating that your happiness was no longer coming from her.
but soyeon knew that it hadn’t been coming from her for years now.
the ceo knew she couldn't change the course of your life or the feelings that led to this moment. the realization stung, but it also carried a quiet strength—a reminder that she had weathered storms before, and this, too, was just another tempest to endure.
as she leaned back in her chair, she allowed herself a moment of reflection. her eyes briefly glanced at the scenery outside her window. autumn leaves were falling, symbolizing the true arrival of the fall season. the tiniest smile tugged at the corners of her lips as she watched them dance in the wind.
it reminded her of the first time she met you.
the air outside was cold, and on that day specifically, soyeon remembered thinking she could feel the brisk touch of winter lurking in the breeze. it was a day much like this one, with leaves in hues of amber and gold painting the path beneath her feet. the crunching sound echoed with each step as she approached cube’s headquarters.
her breath escaped in visible puffs before she entered the warm heating from the establishment. a soft beep announced her arrival as she made her way to the elevator. once her feet carried her to the practice room, her eyes scanned the figures of the other girls there, searching for a face she had only seen in photographs and the youtube videos she watched for over 50 hours.
there was soojin, the master of the stage. shuhua and yuqi, the loud ones. miyeon and minnie, the two aces up soyeon’s sleeve.
and then there was you.
you, the newcomer whose presence was anticipated for weeks. you, with a burning passion that seemed to radiate like the winter sun filtering through the frosted windows of the practice room. you, with an undeniable presence that made you stand out even among the most talented ensembles.
when yuqi mentioned that she had a cousin who was, as she said, “even better than me”, the leader raised her eyebrows, intrigued by the idea that there was another who was at the same level of talent. 
it wasn't long before soyeon found you.
jeon soyeon probably spent hours watching videos of you, consumed and captivated with everything you did. cube wanted to cap the group at six members, but soyeon begged for them to let you in. 
she presented a compelling case, illustrating how your unique talents and energy would enrich the ensemble, creating a harmonious blend that surpassed the limitations of a predefined vision. you, in her eyes, were the vital piece needed to complete the puzzle she envisioned.
after much persuasion, the company relented, granting you a place within the group lineup.
the girls paused in their dance routine, their attention turning towards the doorway that signaled their leader’s arrival.
soyeon felt a mixture of responsibility and eagerness. as the leader, it was her role to guide and nurture the talents within the group, and your arrival brought both the challenge and the potential for something extraordinary. she remembered the way the stress felt on her young shoulders at the time, but there was something that changed in that very next moment.
the way your eyes met hers for the first time was something she’d never forget. 
soyeon had never seen such soft irises.
it was a bit awkward at first, especially since she remembered that your korean vocabulary was very limited at the time. you actually mentioned to her once that you spent the flight to incheon memorizing korean phrases.
you just simply smiled, and soyeon remembered thinking you were the best thing she’d ever seen.
the ringing of her office phone snapped her back to reality, where the responsibilities of being a leader and the demands of the industry pressed upon her. soyeon shook off the remnants of the memory, though the warmth of your smile lingered in her thoughts.
with a composed demeanor, she answered the phone, her ceo mode immediately activated. it was a flurry of discussions, decisions, and planning for the upcoming schedule. the music industry moved at a relentless pace, and soyeon had proven time and time again that she was an immovable force.
but truth be told, she didn’t really process half of what the other person was saying. matter of fact, she was running on autopilot even after work when she was in the back of her all black suv returning home.
the home you once lived in. 
the ceo punched in the code for the door with a heavy sigh, being met with the dark and quiet space. she was used to the lack of life that lingered in her home. as she took her shoes off and placed her bag down, the wedding invitation slipped and landed onto the floor.
soyeon didn’t remember slipping it in there. or maybe she did, and couldn’t remember? her mind had been a mess all day, and with the shake of her head she gently picked it up and placed it on the nearby tabletop.
she wandered into the living room, where subtle traces of your life together still lingered. the color of the walls you had chosen was still the same. soyeon didn’t have the time to change them after you left. it felt like too much work for something that meant nothing.
at least, to her the color didn’t mean anything. you were the only thing that mattered.
the brief thought of you painting the walls of your new home that same shade of cream entered her mind. it didn’t sit well with her at all.
to be honest, the divorce never sat well with her either. but at the time, she was too prideful to admit that losing you would mean losing everything.
soyeon’s eyes wandered to the empty mantle, where empty command hooks still remained. you would be decorating the house around this time of the year. she never understood why you needed to cover every square inch of your shared home with holiday decor, but it made you happy and she never questioned it.
the ceo made her way up the stairs and into the bedroom and into her bathroom. she remembered the days you’d yell at her to go shower before laying in bed, and for a moment she could remember your laughter at the sight of her laying in bed all sweaty after a long day of practice.
she stood in the bathroom, the echoes of your playful banter ringing in her ears. soyeon's gaze fell on the shower, a space that had witnessed both the mundane routines and the intimate moments of your shared life. she hated the tiles when you insisted on buying them for the house. she couldn't help but smile wistfully at the memory of your insistence on those particular tiles. 
you had argued that they added a touch of character to the bathroom, and now after all these years, standing amidst the steam and droplets, she had to admit that you were right.
with a contemplative sigh, soyeon turned to face the water, allowing it to cascade over her tired shoulders. the familiar sound of water against tile was soothing to her. it was her only source of solace nowadays. she was too old to party, too mature for clubbing, and far too busy to find a new hobby.
it reminded her of the times when you would always call to tell her about something new you had learned every day. she didn’t know how you did it, but you always seemed to constantly be doing ten things at once.
the ceo reached for her shampoo bottle, the same brand she had been using ever since you complemented its scent all those years ago. she always told you she was just a creature of habit, and that she liked it because she had it for so long.
but she never mentioned the other truth to it. maybe she should have. perhaps it would have made you feel even an ounce more appreciated than you did when you were married to her. 
eventually she stepped out of the shower and changed into comfortable loungewear. her hair was still wet as it left small impressions on her white shirt, and for a fleeting moment she could hear you yelling at her to just blow dry it. 
she never listened to you before. perhaps she should have listened to you, not just about tiles and wet hair.
the former idol made her way to the bookshelf in the hallway beside her bedroom. soyeon had developed a habit of reading every night before bed (thanks to you), but she never read anything but her manga. 
soyeon's eyes wandered over the titles, each one she had read over numerous times and yet still enjoyed it. but tonight, she didn’t feel like reading her usual choices.
she reached for one that held a particularly special place in her heart—the novel you had recommended during one of your late-night conversations. as she held the book in her hands, the cover brought back a flood of memories.
you used to pick so many different books that you thought would resonate with her, begging her to pick up literature of “more value” for once instead of a picture book. eventually, you gave up on making her read something different and just stored the numerous novels on the shelf next to soyeon’s comics.
but tonight she would finally listen to you for once.
fahrenheit 451. a book you refused to put down all those years ago.
she traced the spine of the book with her fingers, reminiscing about the nights you spent discussing the intricacies of the plot, dissecting the characters' motivations, and sharing the emotions the story stirred within you. the book, a tangible artifact of the intellectual intimacy you once held, now felt both comforting and achingly distant.
as she gently thumbed through the pages, a small, forgotten object slipped out and landed on her feet. it was a bookmark—a simple yet profound reminder of your shared history. soyeon gently picked it up, her twitching fingers tracing the edges. 
it was your old wedding invitation, elegantly adorned with the details of a day that had once symbolized the union of your lives.
soyeon just stared at the bookmark you had used, her mind flooded with emotions. if it was any other day, maybe she wouldn’t feel like this. maybe she’d brush it off with a small smile and move onto reading the book without any problems.
but after seeing your new wedding invitation this morning, she couldn’t escape the feeling gnawing in her chest. 
water droplets landed on the small piece of paper—perhaps remnants from her wet hair, or maybe they were the silent traces of tears that had escaped her eyes. whichever it might have been, soyeon only knew one thing was for certain.
she should have listened to you. 
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perfectsunlight · 1 year ago
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LAST CHRISTMAS ⸺ HUH YUNJIN X READER
warnings: ANGST. (are we even surprised?)
word count: 1.9k
synopsis: last christmas, she gave you her heart.
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when the air turned cold and the snow fell, huh yunjin remembered the day you broke her heart.
the snow crunched beneath her feet as she walked, footprints left behind with every step she took. winter was cruel, biting at her skin despite the layers of clothing she wore. the chill would hit her face, nipping at the rosy tint of her cheeks and leaving a burning feeling in its wake. her breath formed wispy clouds in the frigid air, dancing in the air before disappearing.
the world around her was adorned in a pristine white coat, the snow-covered landscape painting the perfect picture for december. the holidays were just around the corner, and the air was thick with anticipation for the holiday season with lights and trees decorated on every corner of the city. in america, she wouldn’t feel as lonely. but here in seoul, where couples were seen everywhere, her solitude felt magnified amidst the festive cheer. 
the streets now seemed to mock her with their happiness. yunjin carried the weight of memories like a burden, her steps heavier with each passing moment. memories of your laughter intertwined with the wintry air haunted her. she could almost hear your voice carried by the chilly breeze, a reminder of the promises that had dissolved like snowflakes on her warm skin.
the snow continued to fall, delicate and ethereal, each one seemingly adding to the imaginary weight on her shoulders. the winter, once a season she adored, had turned into a relentless reminder of her heartache, and the person who caused it—you.
it was a stark contrast to the warmth and joy she once associated with this time of year. 
she walked along the familiar path, the one she used to take with you, memories flooding back like an unwelcome guest crashing through the door. the storefronts adorned with festive decorations seemed to mock her with their joyous displays and festive ornaments.
as she trudged through the snow-covered streets, she couldn't help but recall the way your laughter used to fill the winter air, warming her soul even in the coldest of days. 
“yunjin, stop it!” you laughed as she threw a snowball in your direction, watching the mound of white fall at your feet. you stood there, a smile illuminating your face, your eyes twinkling against the blanket that covered your surroundings.
with a mischievous glint in her eyes, yunjin playfully raised another snowball, ready to engage in the friendly battle that always brought warmth to the frosty air. the wintry scene around you transformed into a playful battleground, the two of you exchanging laughter amidst the snowy flurries.
in those moments, the chill in the air couldn't touch the warmth blossoming in her chest. the way you both reveled in each other's company made winter feel like a wonderland, and yunjin wished she could stay in this moment forever.
the playful banter continued, your laughter intermingling with hers, creating a melody that echoed through the serene landscape. the world seemed to slow down, frozen in time like a picturesque scene from a cherished memory.
but just as quickly as the laughter had filled the air, it vanished into the wintry abyss of the past. the memory dissipated, leaving her standing alone amidst the snow-covered streets, a bittersweet ache tugging at her heart.
she poked the inside of her cheek as she kept walking, doing her best to avoid bumping into couples holding hands and hugging along the sidewalk. the streets were adorned with couples, their warmth palpable as they shared tender moments that made yunjin want to vomit. doing her best to push you out of her thoughts, the american continued her solitary walk, her gaze fixed on the corridor decorated with greenery and festive lights. 
her steps faltered for a moment as she passed by a nearby park, the flickering glow of a bonfire catching her attention. the barren trees and the ice skating rink set up in the middle of it felt like someone had struck an ice pick straight through her heart. yunjin's heart twisted and tugged as she was suddenly transported back in time, back to one of her favorite memories of you.
“yunny, stop!” you squeaked as the taller girl tried to let go of you, her laughter filling your ears as she gently pulled you closer. “baby, you won’t fall.” she said as gently as she could, trying to loosen your death grip on her bicep.
“look, there’s babies who are skating by themselves.” yunjin teased lightly as she pointed with her head towards the group of middle schoolers who were racing each other around the rink. the glow of the lights above you two casted shades of gold, green, and red across your faces. 
you shot a quick glare at the girl, and out of pure muscle memory you let go of her bicep for a moment to shove her. however, you forgot that you were standing on ice with absolutely no ability to skate. your response was immediate, a swift glare followed by a playful shove—an instinctive reaction to her teasing. 
however, in the split second of your playful retaliation, you forgot the ground beneath you was an unforgiving sheet of ice, devoid of any grip or stability. 
with a gasp, you let go of the taller girl’s arm, reaching out in a futile attempt to steady yourself. but it was too late. your feet lost their delicate balance, slipping out from under you in a comical flurry of flailing arms and legs.
yunjin's eyes widened in surprise, her instinctive reaction to reach out and grab you halted by the sudden realization that she couldn't catch you in time. naturally, the american let out a laugh at the sight of you on your back, only to lose her own balance and land on top of you.
the two of you looked at each other and just burst out laughing, ignoring the cold of the ice and the bitter cold blowing in your faces. you rolled your eyes and giggled as you cupped the taller girl’s face. “that’s what you get for laughing at me.”
it had been a year since you walked away without a backward glance, leaving her to navigate the holiday season alone. yunjin shook her head as she quickly blinked back tears, snapping herself out of her thoughts as she fumbled with the buttons on her jacket. the blonde sniffled, whether from the cold or the sinking feeling in her heart. 
the winter air clung to her skin like you used to. but both the weather and you now shared the same feeling now. 
it was getting dark, and the american could feel her face going numb from the cold. it was christmas eve. she should be still at her friend’s place, drinking and being surrounded by her loved ones. yunjin wouldn’t admit it outloud, but all she could think about the entire time was you.
the last time she saw you was the night after chaewon’s christmas party last year. it was also the first time yunjin felt her heart being ripped out of her chest. 
"i love you," she confessed, her heart laid bare as she gazed at you in the soft illumination of the porch light, your features partially hidden by the shadows cast from the faint glow.
for yunjin, it was a moment that held the weight of a thousand unspoken feelings, a culmination of emotions that she had kept tucked away, afraid of the vulnerability they exposed. her heart beat with a mixture of hope and trepidation, unsure of what your response might be.
in that fleeting moment, the world seemed to hold its breath, the cold air carrying the weight of her confession. she longed for reciprocation, for a glimmer of reassurance in your eyes, a sign that her love wasn't left unanswered in the wintry silence. 
you had to feel the same way, right?
but as seconds ticked by, the silence stretched, heavy and filled with uncertainty. you remained shrouded in the shadows, your reaction slightly veiled by the darkness. the absence of a response pierced through yunjin's vulnerable confession, the ache in her chest deepening with each passing moment.
“yunjin,” you whispered, your breath dancing in the air as you watched the taller girl in the soft light. you had previously told the other girl the night before that you liked her back. but this felt different now. it was too much, too soon.
“i can’t do this. i’m sorry.”
with a heavy heart, yunjin swallowed the lump forming in her throat, the frigid air biting at her skin as tears welled in her eyes. yunjin's heart shattered at the sound of those words, the hope that had flickered within her chest extinguished by your gentle yet devastating rejection. 
the wintry night bearing witness to the unraveling of emotions between the two of you. it felt like a cruel twist of fate, the contrast between the warmth of her confession and the coldness of your rejection leaving yunjin feeling exposed and vulnerable in the icy darkness.
the ache in her chest grew heavier, a constricting knot of pain that seemed impossible to bear. her heart, once brimming with love and hope, now felt hollow, drained by the weight of unreciprocated feelings.
yunjin's lips quivered, forming words she couldn't voice, her throat constricted by the weight of unspoken emotions. the bitter taste of regret lingered in the wintry air as she held back the tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
with a broken heart and shattered spirit, huh yunjin offered a feeble nod, her voice caught in a strangled whisper as she forced the rest of the air in her lungs out to form a response, "i understand." 
as she stood there and watched you walk down the steps, enveloped by the wintry silence and gripping the perfectly wrapped christmas gift she had picked out for you. it was a silver necklace she had saved up for a few weeks for. she picked it out because it reminded her of you in every way.
but the christmas that should have been filled with warmth and love turned into a solitary ache in the midst of the darkness of december. yunjin dreamed of the perfect holiday with you, how she would kiss you in the fresh snow on christmas day. the tears on her face reminded her that reality was far from the dreams she had.
the salt water on her cheeks snapped her back to reality. december’s cruel chill of twilight reminded her that she was standing here in the cold and alone, tears on her cheeks and her nose running. the distant sound of christmas music playing from a nearby building added the only ambience to the otherwise silent evening. it was just another cruel reminder for the american.
she would forever remember this christmas the same way she remembered the last. 
heartbroken, alone, and feeling colder than she did the night you left.
a/n: this entire month will be filled with angst from me idc 💅🏻
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perfectsunlight · 14 days ago
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i hope everyone is having a wonderful holiday season. so sorry for my absence, but im officially a university graduate! i've been spending so much time celebrating with friends and family but i promise to update sometime tonight <3
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perfectsunlight · 1 month ago
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HELLO MY CHILDREN YOUR MOTHER IS FINALLY FINISHED WITH FINALS 🎉 PREPARE FOR UPDATES ASAP
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perfectsunlight · 1 year ago
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02 ━━━ CAN'T HELP FALLING IN LOVE
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warnings: NONE ITS FLUFF.
word count: 5.1k
synopsis: your ex-wife receives an invite to your wedding, but will she let you say "i do" for a second time?
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soyeon didn’t remember when she fell in love with you. not the exact moment, at least. 
in the months that followed, the group flourished with the addition of your unique talents. soyeon's initial intuition proved right—your voice blended seamlessly with the others, and your presence brought a new dimension to their performances. it not only transformed the group, but the company as well.
it also transformed the way soyeon looked at you.
wise men say
“unnie?” 
the leader’s head whipped around at the sound. she had been too engrossed in her work to even register that you had entered the recording studio. her dyed blonde hair was in a loose low bun, with a few strands slipping in front of her face. 
there were those soft irises again. 
“it’s late,” you said, a gentle smile gracing your lips as you approached her. the dim light in the studio accentuated the determination in soyeon's eyes, and you couldn't help but admire her unwavering focus. she was always so ambitious. it was something you admired since day one.
“i thought you might need a break,” you continued, holding out a small bag with a few snacks from the convenience store down the street. 
soyeon's eyes widened in pleasant surprise, and she couldn't hide the flicker of gratitude that passed through her gaze. “you didn't have to,” she replied, a hint of a smile playing on her lips.
“i know,” you chuckled softly before setting the plastic bag down on the desk. “but i thought it might help. you've been at this for hours.” your hands clasped together in front of you before you gave her a small smile. 
the leader motioned for you to take a seat next to her, and you gladly obliged, settling into the chair with a comfortable sigh. the ambient hum of the recording equipment and the soft glow of the studio monitors created an atmosphere of both creativity and tranquility.
as soyeon reached into the bag, her fingers brushing against the assorted snacks, she couldn't help but appreciate the thoughtful gesture. “you’d think cube would help us out with things like this,” she remarked, a small smile forming on her face.
“they don’t care about the music,” you replied softly, eyes scanning the monitors in front of you. “they just care about the money.”
soyeon chuckled, her eyes meeting yours. “someone has to keep the lights on.” you glanced at her and mirrored the smile on her lips for a moment before returning your gaze to the screens. 
“point proven.”
the two of you fell into a companionable silence, the only sounds being the occasional rustling of snack wrappers.
after a few minutes, she finally spoke up again.
“you know,” she paused to swallow a bite of a tangerine. “you’re way quieter than your cousin.”
a giggle escaped your lips, knowing very well how loud and rowdy yuqi could get. 
“well, someone has to balance out the decibel levels in the group,” you quipped, earning another chuckle from the older girl. you may not be as loud, but you sure were just as witty as yuqi.
“it’s good to have a mix of energies,” soyeon mused, reaching for another snack. “keeps things interesting.”
“that it does,” you agreed, your eyes flickering to the monitors. the mesmerizing visuals of the recording software danced across the screens, reflecting the creative energy that permeated the studio. 
“is this the new track?” you asked softly, motioning to the monitors and the different tabs open on your leader’s desktop computer.
soyeon leaned back in her chair, a contemplative expression on her face. “it’s supposed to be,” she mused as she tossed a wrapper into the nearby trash can. “but i don’t think it’s good enough.” “anything you make is good enough,” you answered with furrowed brows, leaning your head to lay in your palm. “even if it takes a bit, you always figure it out.” 
after a few moments, you rose from your seat with a gentle smile. “i’ll let you get back to it.”
the leader’s gaze remained on your side profile for a few movements while you adjusted your jacket. maybe it was the late night ambience. or maybe it was the mood in the room.
but she couldn’t help but feel like she wanted to hear your words and stare at you for a bit longer.
“y/n,” soyeon called out just as you were about to leave, her voice holding a hint of vulnerability. you turned back to face her, eyebrows raised in curiosity and gentle irises focused on her face.
“stay a bit longer, if you don't mind,” she said, her gaze sincere. “i could use a fresh perspective.”
a warm smile crossed your face, and you returned to your seat without hesitation.
only fools rush in
you and soyeon made it your thing to work on title tracks together. it gave soyeon a better perspective and a new producing skill for you. there were ups and downs with each track, but for the most part the two of you worked very well together.
the only time you two were separate was when you’d go back to the dorm to shower or sleep. you roomed with your cousin and soyeon roomed with miyeon, while minnie, shuhua, and soojin shared a different room. 
naturally, yuqi would tease you about your close friendship with your leader. 
“is that soyeon unnie’s?” your cousin raised an eyebrow at you, inspecting the sleeve of your jacket the moment you walked into the door.
“i grabbed hers by accident when we left,” you playfully pushed her arm and rolled your eyes, slipping your shoes off at the doorway. “we were in a hurry to get out of there before it started raining.”
the dorm room was adorned with a cozy chaos of personal touches—a mix of vibrant posters, scattered makeup products, and the occasional piece of forgotten sheet music. the soft glow of fairy lights hung delicately around the room, casting a warm ambiance that contrasted with the cool exterior of the teasing rain.
yuqi, comfortably perched on her bed adorned with an eclectic collection of plush toys, observed the interaction with a grin that hinted at mischief. the room echoed with the lighthearted banter that often filled the air when the members gathered after a day of rehearsals and recordings.
“hurry to escape the rain, huh? how romantic,” yuqi teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
your cousin shot her a look, shaking your head. "it's not romantic. it's just practical. i don't want to catch a cold, and neither does soyeon unnie."
"practical, sure," your cousin echoed, drawing out the word as she wiggled her eyebrows in a teasing manner. “in a romance novel, that would be considered a meet-cute.”
you couldn't help but chuckle at her theatrical flair. as you settled into the room, the lingering scent of scented candles and the faint hum of music playing from yuqi’s small speaker added to the ambiance.
“so, spill the details,” the taller girl continued, leaning forward with a conspiratorial air. “did your hands accidentally touch when you reached for your jackets? did time slow down, and did you feel the spark of destiny in that moment?”
rolling your eyes, you tossed the jacket onto your bed on your side of the room. “you watch too many dramas. it was a simple jacket mix-up, nothing more.”
the next morning you decided to bring the jacket to your leader, freshly washed and cleaned for her. you tucked it into your small backpack and headed out, a small smile on your face.
until you were met with the downpour of the morning rain, without your own jacket. 
a string of curses escaped from your mouth as you ran as fast as you could to the company, not wanting to use soyeon’s jacket and get it soaking wet.
by the time you reached the company, you were drenched from head to toe. the rain had mercilessly worked its way through your clothes, leaving you shivering in the chilly morning air. sighing, you shook off the excess water from your hair and clothes before making your way to the practice room where soyeon was likely immersed in her work.
as you entered the room, you found her hunched over a keyboard, engrossed in composing a melody. the soft hum of the rain against the windows provided a serene backdrop to the scene.
“soyeon unnie,” you called out, your voice a bit sheepish.
the mentioned leader looked up, her eyes widening at the sight of you dripping wet. “what happened?” she asked as she immediately rose from her chair with a light laugh.
“rain decided to be my personal shower this morning,” you replied with a wry smile. “and i brought your jacket back, but i didn't want to use it and get it wet again.” you added as you rubbed the back of your neck sheepishly.
soyeon's gaze softened as she took in your soaked appearance. without a word, she stood up and walked over to you. her fingers brushed against your arm, feeling the dampness of your clothes.
“you're freezing,” she said, concern lacing her words.
“i'll survive,” you shrugged, trying to downplay the discomfort. (your socks felt like puddles in your shoes).
but the smaller girl wasn't convinced in the slightest. without hesitation, she pulled off the oversized sweater she had been wearing. “here, take those off and at least wear this while your clothes dry.” soyeon insisted as she handed it to you.
a small blush appeared on your cheeks as you slowly grasped the hem of your shirt, only to turn and look at your leader. “um, could you…turn around, unnie?”
a soft chuckle escaped her lips, and she turned around, giving you the privacy you asked for. as you swiftly changed into soyeon's sweater, the warmth and scent enveloped you, creating an intimate connection between you and the fabric. the softness of the material and the lingering warmth from soyeon's body brought an unexpected comfort, mixed in with the lingering scent of her perfume.
“okay,” you announced, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude as you tugged the sweater into place. “you can turn around now.”
soyeon turned back, her gaze momentarily fixed on you. the sight of you wearing her oversized sweater, with wet hair clinging to your forehead and a flushed face, stirred something in her. 
she couldn't quite pinpoint the emotion, but it was a curious blend of affection and something else.
“better?” the leader asked, her voice a touch softer than before. you nodded, the corners of your lips turning up into a grateful smile. “much better. thank you, soyeon unnie.”
 oh, but i, but i, i can't help falling in love with you
ever since that day, soyeon started noticing her fixation with you. 
from the way you laughed, the microexpressions on your face, and every one of your unconscious habits seemed to capture her attention in a way she didn’t notice like before.
on top of that, you two were hanging out a lot more, especially with the album deadlines so soon. soyeon didn’t know how to make a move either. the comeback was so soon, and the group was busier than ever.
as much as she wanted to see if you felt the same way, she knew that right now made it difficult to do so.
or so she thought.
it was 1 in the morning and you were still stuck recording your lines for the song “lion.” you ran a hand down your face as you watched soyeon give you the hand signal that meant for you to exit the booth.
you plopped down on the chair next to hers, swiveling side to side as you watched her editing the backtrack and with your vocals.
soyeon's fingers danced across the editing software, fine-tuning every nuance of the song. the glow of the computer screen illuminated her focused expression. you couldn't help but be mesmerized by the way her mind worked, the dedication etched into her every move.
finally satisfied with the adjustments, soyeon turned her chair to face you, eyes meeting your soft irises in the dim light. you were still wearing her sweater that you borrowed weeks ago.
she couldn’t deny the idea of you wearing all of her clothes made her heart flutter.
“you’re the best thing to happen to this team, y/n.” 
without breaking eye contact, soyeon reached out, her fingers lightly brushing against yours. the touch was soft, an almost imperceptible caress that sent a shiver down your spine. a subtle smile played on her lips as she pulled your chair closer to hers, narrowing the distance between you.
the glow of the computer screen reflected in soyeon's eyes, intensifying the intimacy of the moment. in the quiet ambiance of the studio, the air seemed to thicken with shared emotions. you found yourself captivated by the vulnerability in soyeon's gaze, a vulnerability mirrored in your own.
as the chair drew nearer, the proximity between you and soyeon became palpable. you could feel the warmth radiating from her, a comforting presence that transcended the late-night recording session. the scent of her sweater enveloped you, creating an aura of familiarity and closeness.
soyeon's fingers lingered on the armrest, ignoring the way her heart was beating outside of her chest. there were no words exchanged between you, and in that moment, the boundaries between you two blurred. 
it felt like the natural progression of a melody finding its perfect harmony.
your leader’s eyes never left your lips as she leaned in, with only a goal in mind that involved the only girl she’d ever fallen for. the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in the soft glow of the studio lights. 
and in that quiet, intimate space, your lips met.
the kiss was slow and soft, gentle enough to give you room to push away. but you never did. 
shall i stay?
you couldn’t get the kiss out of your head. you and soyeon hadn’t spoken since it happened. 
truth be told, soyeon was terrified of what she had done. she, as your leader, should not have done that. 
as days passed, you sensed soyeon's unease, a palpable tension that mirrored your own. it wasn't until you found yourselves alone in the practice room, the muted sounds of the city seeping through the windows, that the unspoken tension surfaced.
the other members had left over an hour ago, leaving the two of you to finish practicing the songs for your solo stages. however, the both of you hadn’t spoken a single word to each other.
soyeon's fingers fidgeted with the hem of her shirt, a telltale sign of the unease within her. the air between you crackled with unspoken words, and as your eyes met, it was clear that the time had come to address the uncharted territory.
“y/n,” she began hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. “i shouldn't have kissed you. i'm your leader. it's just not right.”
her admission hung in the air, a heavy weight that seemed to intensify the unease in the moment. the vulnerability in her eyes mirrored the apprehension within her. the fear of jeopardizing the harmony within the group, the potential for misunderstandings, and the consequences of crossing the boundaries within a professional setting weighed heavily on her.
she mentally cursed herself for allowing herself to cross the professional boundary.
you took a step closer, your eyes locked with hers. “we can't just pretend it didn't happen. and maybe it's not as wrong as you think. besides,” your inner cheek was bitten as your eyes remained on the wooden floor beneath you.
“i really like you.”
soyeon's gaze flickered between uncertainty and longing. “but what if it goes wrong? what if it affects the group dynamics?”
you reached out, gently taking her hand in yours. “we won't know until we try. and if it gets complicated, we'll navigate it together. we owe it to ourselves to see what this could be.”
a mixture of fear and hope flashed across soyeon's eyes. the weight on her shoulders seemed to lift, if only slightly, as she processed your words. the prospect of dating within the group was daunting, but your reassurance offered a glimmer of courage.
"y/n, i'm scared," she admitted, her vulnerability laid bare.
would it be a sin?
“i am too," you confessed, squeezing her hand. "but i believe in us. we can make this work if we're willing to try.”
soyeon's eyes softened, the apprehension slowly giving way to a flicker of hope. as you pulled her closer, her smaler frame settled comfortably against yours, the warmth of her presence enveloping you both. the air in the practice room seemed to change, charged with a newfound understanding and shared vulnerability.
your lips brushed against soyeon's forehead, a tender gesture that spoke volumes. it was an unspoken agreement lingering in the air as you both leaned into the moment, seeking solace in the confusion of your situation. her fingers found their way to the nape of your neck, a gentle touch that sent shivers down your spine.
in the glow of the practice room lights, the world outside seemed to vanish. 
the only reality that mattered was the one unfolding between you and soyeon.
it didn’t take long until your lips met again, this time in a much more desperate kiss. soyeon's hands traced the contours of your face, her touch both gentle and possessive. 
as the kiss deepened, you ended up sliding your hands underneath her baggy shirt, your fingers tracing the warm skin of her back. the boundaries that once held you both back became blurred, lost in the haze of shared emotions. 
soyeon's breath hitched as your hands explored the canvas of her body, and she reciprocated with a fervor that included her fingers slowly grasping around your throat.
needless to say, yuqi (and the others) found out about what happened only when she was recording her lines for “oh my god.”
(“WHAT DO YOU MEAN THIS IS ABOUT Y/N?”)
if i can't help falling in love with you
the two of you kept your relationship hidden for years. but through it all, you two had each other. everything from soojin’s departure from the group to the eventual disbandment couldn’t pull you two apart.
and that meant everything to soyeon. you meant everything to soyeon.
in the year following g-idle’s disbandment, your relationship became public.
the revelation of your love was met with a mix of surprise and support from fans and colleagues alike. the news, however, didn't alter the profound connection you and soyeon shared. if anything, it strengthened your bond, allowing you both to navigate the challenges of newfound visibility together.
one weekend, you decided to escape seoul and spent a quiet week exploring new york together. from the iconic skyline to the serene parks, every moment was spent enjoying each other and the city.
as the last day of the week wound down, the two of you found yourselves back at the hotel, lying in bed and relishing the serenity that followed a day of exploration. the soft glow of the nighttime city lights streamed through the window, casting a cool ambiance over the room.
wrapped in the comfort of each other's presence, soyeon traced patterns on your arm with her fingertips. the city's rhythm hummed outside, a gentle backdrop to the intimacy you both cherished. 
it had been quiet for a few minutes until your girlfriend decided to say something.
soyeon shifted to her side, propping herself up on her elbow to gaze at you. the tenderness in her eyes spoke volumes, echoing the unspoken promise that had woven your lives together.
“baby,” she began, her voice a gentle murmur, “i've spent years by your side, through every high and low. you've been my anchor, my confidant, and the love of my life.”
your heart fluttered at her words, anticipation building as she continued to express the depth of her feelings. soyeon's hand found yours, fingers intertwining in a silent pledge of devotion.
“i can't imagine my life without you,” she confessed, her eyes never leaving yours. “and i don't want to.”
the air seemed to hum with a quiet energy as her gaze held yours, the weight of words hanging in the space between you two. in that moment, like every moment with her, the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you.
with a heartfelt sincerity, soyeon whispered, “song y/n, let’s get married.”
like a river flows
surely to the sea
the question lingered in the air, a testament to the journey you had embarked on together. the city's midnight heartbeat outside the window echoed the rhythm of your own as you processed the magnitude of the moment, the proposal marking a new chapter in the story that was uniquely yours.
“are you serious?” you whispered, disbelief in your soft eyes. soyeon's eyes held a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity as she nodded, her gaze never wavering from yours. “absolutely serious,” she affirmed, a soft smile playing on her lips. the weight of the question hung in the air, waiting for your response.
the room seemed to hold its breath as you processed the enormity of the moment. in the quiet intimacy of the hotel room, surrounded by the distant hum of the city, you felt a rush of emotions. memories of the years you spent together flooded your mind, painting a vivid picture of your shared journey.
as your eyes met your girlfriend’s, you could see the depth of her commitment, the unwavering certainty in her gaze. the love that had grown silently, resiliently, and now stood before you, asking for a promise that transcended the uncharted future.
a slow smile curved on your lips, and you felt warmth spreading through your chest. “well then,” you whispered, your voice a tender acknowledgment. “let’s get married.”
soyeon's eyes lit up with a mix of joy and relief, and the world outside seemed to respond to the shared happiness within the room. the city lights twinkled, casting a magical glow on the moment.
without hesitation, the older girl leaned in, capturing your lips in a sweet and tender kiss. the room, the city, and the years that led to this point all faded into the background as you both savored the significance of the promise made.
“you’re going to be related to yuqi now,” you whispered, ignoring the way your fiance’s fingers danced along your exposed stomach. soyeon chuckled, her warm breath brushing against your skin as she continued tracing gentle patterns on your stomach. 
“i can handle yuqi,” she replied, a playful glint in her eyes. “but i can't handle the thought of anyone else being the one beside you on that day.”
the playful banter was met with a soft laugh from you. “well, we might have to endure some teasing, but i'm sure she'll come around. besides, it'll be our day.”
soyeon propped herself up on her elbow, looking down at you with a tender expression. “our day,” she repeated, the words holding a profound significance. you gently reached up and brushed a few loose strands out of her face. 
“our day.” you repeated with a smile.
darling, so it goes
some things, you know, are meant to be
your wedding was planned on the shores of hawaii in april of the next year, overlooking the turquoise waters as the gentle breeze carried the scent of cherry blossoms. the ceremony was adorned with hues of pastel pinks and whites, echoing the natural beauty of the island. close friends and family gathered, sharing the joy that radiated from the two brides.
the aisle was lined with petals, creating a delicate pathway for soyeon and you to walk hand in hand towards your shared future. the soft strains of a string quartet played a melody that seemed to harmonize with the beating hearts of everyone present.
shuhua begged to officiate, and after much reluctance from soyeon, she eventually agreed. your former youngest member smiled from ear to ear at the sight of you two holding hands underneath the arch.
“and now for the vows,” she announced, turning her attention to soyeon first. “soyeon, you will go first.”
soyeon’s eyes fell to the piece of paper in her hands, already fighting the urge to cry in front of you and everyone she cared about. “my y/n,” she started off with a small smile. “from the moment our paths crossed, i knew my life was about to change. i never expected our meeting could lead to where we are today.”
you did a good job of holding back your tears until she spoke the next line.
“y/n, you are the melody in the soundtrack of my life, and the rhythm that keeps my heart beating in sync with yours.”
soyeon chose to ignore the way you looked up to avoid your tears from spilling over, and continued reading for her own sake.
“i don’t know when i fell in love with you, but i remember everything leading up to it. i marveled at the way you saw the beauty in the simplest things. your laughter became the sound that chased away my doubts and fears. you taught me the language of patience and understanding, and in your presence, i found a home. and as we weathered storms, i discovered the depth of your resilience. there were moments when life threw challenges our way, but you stood by me with unwavering support.”
you gave her hand a gentle squeeze, a silent encouragement to keep going.
“today, as we stand here, surrounded by the love of those who matter most, i make these vows to you. i promise to cherish and celebrate you for all that you are and all that you will become. i promise to be your anchor in the storms, and to create a life filled with a love that continues to deepen with each passing day.”
the older girl blinked back the tears at the corners of her own eyes, fingers trembling slightly as she neared the end of her written vows.
“your tears will never be shed alone, for in sorrow and in joy, we are one. and as we walk hand in hand into this new chapter, i promise to choose you every day, to be your confidante, your partner, and your greatest supporter.
this ring on your finger is more than a symbol; it's a testament to the promises i make today and every day thereafter. song y/n, my love, i am endlessly grateful to call you my wife. i love you.”
when the shorter girl finally looked up, her chest tightened at the sight of your soft irises filled with tears.
soyeon's voice trembled with emotion as she concluded her vows, and she delicately wiped away the tears that escaped the corners of her eyes. the love between you two, palpable in the air, resonated with everyone present. soojin glanced at minnie and whispered, ignoring the yuqi who was nearly in shambles at the sight of her cousin getting married.
 “five bucks yuqi loses it before they kiss.”
shuhua then turned her attention to you, a loving smile on her lips. “y/n, it's your turn.”
you took a deep breath, steadying the emotions that threatened to spill over. your gaze locked with soyeon's, a silent exchange of love and commitment that spoke volumes. with a soft smile, you began your vows.
“jeon soyeon, my leader and my lover. when we met, i wasn’t expecting to fall in love with you. but falling for you was the best thing to ever happen to me.”
at this point, yuqi, the maid of honor, was already silently sobbing against miyeon's shoulder.
“you’ve shown me how to stick up for myself, and how to believe in the things that i have faith in. in your eyes, i find my strength, and in your heart, i've found a home. i promise to be your safe harbor, your confidante, and your eternal partner.”
soyeon’s vision blurred as she listened to the words you spoke across from her.
“i know we’ve been through heaven and hell, and i know that we’ve got bad days ahead of us as well, but i promise you that our bad days won’t make me love you any less. i pledge to cherish and honor you, to respect and support you, and to keep our love burning bright until the end of time.” with a watery smile, you gently squeezed her hand again as you looked into the eyes of the only girl you had ever loved.
“this ring on my finger signifies not just our union, but a promise to choose you every day, and to stand by you in both sunshine and rain. jeon soyeon, my heart is forever yours, and i am beyond grateful to call you my wife.”
take my hand
take my whole life too
“jeon soyeon, do you take song y/n to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish, to support and honor, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?” shuhua asked, her voice resonating with warmth and sincerity.
soyeon's eyes never wavered from yours. with a serene smile, she replied, “i do.”
shuhua then turned to you, her gaze filled with contagious joy. “and song y/n, do you take jeon soyeon to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish, to support and honor, in sickness and in health, forsaking all others, for as long as you both shall live?”
you couldn't help but return her smile, your heart brimming with love. “i do.”
for i can"t help falling in love with you
“by the power vested in me and the state of hawaii, i now pronounce you wife and wife.” shuha said with a grin, but before she could get to the next part, yuqi shouted hysterically.
“NOW KISS!”
and as you two laughed along with your family and friends, you pulled the smaller girl in as she cupped your face and kissed you. the cheers and applause from your loved ones surrounded you, creating a symphony of joy. it was a kiss filled with promises, sealing the love you vowed to share for a lifetime.
as the moment lingered, soyeon pulled away with a content smile, her eyes locking with yours. “i’m so glad i fell in love with you.” you whispered with a genuine smile on your face.
your wife only smiled back, brushing a few petals out of your hair before whispering back.
“i couldn’t help falling in love with you.”
for i can"t help falling in love with you
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a/n: lets pretend i posted this yesterday...
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perfectsunlight · 3 months ago
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YOU SHOULD MOST DEF, MAKE A ROSÉ FICCCC NEOWWWWWW
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OH I LITERALLY HAVE ONE IN THE DRAFTS POOKIE...
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perfectsunlight · 3 months ago
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and if i started writing for the ARTMS girlies then what?
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perfectsunlight · 4 months ago
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it would be so fun if jisoo keep getting close to jane, and then people in there will start to notice the interaction between both of them.
(hopefully the mother see it, you know what I mean)
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me when i know something and i can't say more
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perfectsunlight · 4 months ago
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ivory will end at chapter 40.
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perfectsunlight · 4 months ago
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warning: the following excerpt contains themes of bullying, death threats, violence, humiliation, and psychological abuse. reader discretion is advised.
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perfectsunlight · 5 months ago
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Is there anything ivory inherited from her father?
good vocals and daddy issues LMAO
in all seriousness, when i say ivory is jennie jr, she is LITERALLY jennie's clone in every way. BUT...there are moments in the future where you will see parallels in ivory and her father (not in words, but mostly in their actions)
jennie NEVER points it out to her ofc, bc tbh miss ivory HATES her father so being compared to him would be insane 😭 and she doesn't even know the guy, but anyone who hurts her mother is public enemy number 1 so...
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perfectsunlight · 5 months ago
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THE GLORY WON!!!!! LET'S GOOO (i loved 'i'm unhappy' minjeong and just like the idea of her as a victim written by you... tho, ofc, bullying is horrible, lol)
i feel curious about how y/n's personality will be in the fic... lowkey would like her to be nice and stuff... but i ADORE the prompt of her ofc having revenge against jimin, and ofc being jimin's wife is 😍😍
TEHE trust anon i've had this idea for almost a year now...but im finally getting around to it 🤫
as for y/n's personality, she's def going to be on the nicer/softer side (it's part of the reason jimin loves her sm) and she's VERY smart. like minjeong is smart, but y/n is intelligent yk?
also minor spoilers, but jimin is going to be CEO of a law firm while reader is chief legal officer, meaning she's right beneath jimin in the hierarchy of the company if that makes sense...
ANYWAY im very excited but the only thing im worried about is people romanticizing certain aspects of the story (like the extreme bullying/violence)
so YOU ALL HAVE TO PROMISE ME YOU WONT LEAVE INSANE THINGS IN MY INBOX LIKE "ID LET JIMIN BURN ME W AN IRON TOO" BC I WILL NOT UPDATE THE STORY IF YOU DO THAT >:(
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perfectsunlight · 5 months ago
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highkey think im going to extend ivory by at least 10 chs...
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perfectsunlight · 5 months ago
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whether you've been here since the beginning, or just started following me, thank you for being here. i hope you all enjoy the works i have put out, and continue to look forward to what i've got up my sleeve next... ;)
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