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Wonyoung: dfjhskfjs Wonyoung: don’t be mad!! it’s an important role. not everyone gets to be my favorite sidekick •ᴗ•

liz: SUPPORTING CHARACTER!?

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WONYOUNG for KÉRASTASE

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Wonyoung: ships in the night… or maybe you just weren’t looking hard enough (๑ > ᴗ < ๑) Wonyoung: eeeek i knew you were obsessed, i love when you call me princess hehe 𓆩♡𓆪 Wonyoung: sooo, have you picked a dress for lisa’s wedding yet? if not, we should definitely go shopping together

rosie: won-won!! my sweetest, most radiant little star! imy too! we were literally ships in the night during fw, how tragic 😭💔 rosie: and please, nervous? you? never. you could literally wear a potato sack and would still make it a trend like the princess that you are 👸🏻👑 rosie: oh? the laughing emoji? no reason just admiring how you're completely aware of how iconic you truly are~ 😇

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Wonyoung blinked slowly just to be sure she heard him correctly, a motion so subtle it bordered on condescending. The silence that followed was theatrical, heavy with disbelief and amusement. Her eyes flicked to his phone, then back to him, lips parting in pure surprise before curling into the most saccharine smile imaginable. “Wow,” she murmured, voice dipped in a sugar-coated blend of admiration and offense. “You really dug deep for that one, huh?” With a dramatic sigh, she reached into her purse for a tiny and dainty perfume vial. She uncapped it and spritzed it into the air between them. The scent bloomed instantly: syrupy-sweet with notes of white florals, creamy vanilla sugar, and something glossy and pink—like candied lychee wrapped in lip gloss. Cloying, feminine, and the exact kind of fragrance she knew would make him grimace. “Resetting the atmosphere,” she declared. “Your desperation was stinking up the place.”

"are you like those influencers who convince themselves that because an order is complicated that it must be good?" replicating her expression on his face was difficult but it came naturally to try and be this annoying. a private challenge that he silently accepted the moment she picked on him. his upper half leaned in again to take a whiff of her claim. "hold on" his hand digs for his phone. beomgyu stays quiet while he taps away, his eyes bouncing at the screen when typing and he sends her a half smile when waiting for a response. "it'll be another mome... got it. do you still have the same number?" he doesn't wait for a response as he forwards a number to what last contact he had for wonyoung. "this is hybe's otolaryngologist. they should be able to treat you without an appointment"

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WONYOUNG Photographed by Kim Heejune for Dazed Korea (April 2025)

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Wonyoung: ofc you’re cute!! Wonyoung: but like, supporting character cute. The one who funds the main character’s (aka me) ice cream ♡ ̆̈

liz: are you saying that i'm not cute? liz: ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

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"Pay them off?" She scoffed, eyes glittering with amusement. "Be serious. I walk in, and they rush to make my order. It’s called irresistible charm, Beomgyu." Lifting her cup with practiced ease, she took a sip, shamelessly drawn out. Every second stretched just a little longer than necessary as if she were savoring the taste purely to spite him. "Mmm. Delicious." Her lips curved, her head tilting just slightly, the picture of idle contemplation. "My breath? Always perfect. I’m like a doll, I physically can’t smell bad." Her expression softened into something almost pitying, though entirely insincere. "But americanos, though…Don’t those make you kinda… stinky? Like, coffee breath stinky?" A tiny wince followed, delicate, cruel, so terribly fake. "Yikes."

"let me see it." intrigued that these type of customers existed in the wild. his disgusted frown migrated from the complicated order to the cashier, shocked that the baristas would accept making her drink before his. "how much did you pay them?" his body remained in the same position but his upper half pulled away when the drink came closer. "i was annoyed but now i sympathize with the staff after having to work blood, sweat, and tears to make that monstrosity." his palm hovered over his mouth and nose. "your poor body. does your mouth smell after?"

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Wonyoung: my subconscious is telling me that you need to mix 2 and 4 Wonyoung: specifically, 2's outfit with 4's shoes and bag. trust me, the style spirits have spoken (๑'ᵕ'๑)⸝*

Sully: Quick! Pick between 1-5 Sully: I can't decide what to wear & you can help by selecting a number 👉🏻👈🏻 @seoulessrp

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wonyoung: but i'm so cute… shouldn't you just let me win? •⩊• wonyoung: what if i do this ( •̯́ ₃ •̯̀)👉👈 … do you really have the heart to make me pay?🍦

liz: we'll play rock, paper, scissors for it :) liz: loser pays

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“Complicated? It’s refined. You just have zero taste.” With a mischievous grin, she swirled her cup lazily, watching the foam shift before flicking her gaze back to him. “And for your information, yes, I’d absolutely carry a temperature reader if it meant avoiding burnt milk. But I don’t need one. My tongue is a precision instrument.” She stepped in closer, purposefully brushing her drink near his face, letting the aroma tease him just a bit. "In a sea of iced americanos, you were forgotten," she cooed, her voice dripping with a playful edge. "How does it feel?"

beomgyu's nose crinkled as his disgusted expression revealed to the list of ingredients of the drink. "why all of those flavors? sounds very complicated." now forgotten about his missing drink when he had other questions to ask. "why 120 degrees? do you have a temperature reader with you in that purse? seems excessive." his face falling back to normal when he talks. "oat milk is disgusting. i'll do me a favor and not drink it."

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Wonyoung: hypothetically speaking, are you paying?•⩊••⩊••⩊••⩊•

liz: hypothetically speaking... would you want ice cream? @seoulessrp

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WONYOUNG for MIU MIU FASHION WEEK 2025

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Wonyoung gasped softly, clutching her latte a little closer to her chest as if shielding it from his shameless proposal. “Absolutely not,” she declared, before taking an agonizingly slow sip, letting the taste linger as she met his gaze with a smug, knowing smile. “Besides, you wouldn’t even like it. Oat milk, extra foam, half a pump of vanilla, one shot instead of two and exactly 120 degrees because anything hotter ruins the flavor." She sighed, feigning deep regret as she patted his arm. “No way in hell you’re drinking this.”

sulked face transformed over beomgyu when rang behind the counter. "aura?" he repeated. "why did you get yours before mine? i got here first." pushing the cafe's fault into an innocent customer. "i have a suggestion for you, wony. you give me the latte.. and i drink the latte." his eyes matching her mischief.

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wonyoung: omg babeee, imy!! i’m doing much better now, Paris really took it out of me, but i did enjoy every minute of it! Can’t believe we missed each other during fashion week, you looked like an angel there ᡣ𐭩 wonyoung: ahhh thank you, i was a little nervous about the cowgirl look, but i mean... it’s hard to go wrong when you’re me, right? why the laughing emoji though? ( •̀ - • )

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rosie: wonybabe! how's my favorite it-girl doing? have you finally recovered from paris? 👀 rosie: your cowgirl look was to die for 😭🥰💖💖💖

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Wonyoung had opened her mouth to respond, but just as the words were about to leave her lips, her name was called. She rose quickly, her fingers wrapping around her latte, and made her way back to Beomgyu. As she neared him, a soft giggle escaped her, her hand gently covering her mouth for a brief moment. "You must not have the aura," she said with a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

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pouting when beomgyu heard others order get called except for his. "did they give away my iced americano to another?" he asks aloud to his neighboring idol. the cafe being famous amongst the industry, letting beomgyu speak freely. "was there another big start that came in and took my stuff?"