A/N: Hello, I’m a new Moonsun writer, just got hooked up with Mamamoo a month ago (blame handsome Yul and beautiful Byulyi) I can’t say that I’m familiar with them just like how I’m familiar with my previous OTP but I’ll try my best to give you a great story. I hope you’d enjoy reading this and have fun! We’ll start out with one short update while I start to draft the rest of the story :) Once again, thank you! (and fellow Moomoos, please help me get to know our girls better <3 thank you!)

Chapter 1

“Okay, look right here, Miss Kim…And perfect! We’re done for today!”

Yongsun released a sigh of relief as her shoulders dropped and her body slumped on the backrest of the couch.

“You good right there?” The photographer grinned at her.

“I was not expecting this to happen,” Yongsun grumbled. She stood up and took off her heels.

“Yeah, sorry about that,” The photographer scratched the back of his neck. “But it suits you. Why don’t you become a model instead?”

“Why is that?” Yongsun laughed.

“You’re quite hot.” The man quietly gasped, “I m-meant…”

Yongsun only raised an eyebrow, she turned to the man and crossed her arms, “Thank you for the compliment but I like being a music teacher. And I’m not that fond of cameras, so, thanks. But no thanks.”

“Yeah, sorry.” The man started following her again. “D-Do you have time for coffee? Later maybe? After we packed up and s-stuff.”

What is with this guy? Does he not know a thing? Yongsun inwardly sighed and smiled at the man, she mentioned him to come closer.

“You know,” She whispered and tried not to laugh at her next words, “I’m lesbian. I don’t date guys.”

 Yongsun left the dumbfounded guy alone in the hallway.

“Kim Yongsun; age 25. Born and raised in Seoul, South Korea. She graduated two years ago from Seoul Music and Arts and is now teaching music there.

Eyes and hearts flutter when she walks down the road, she’s aware of the gawking stares and the continuous whispers.

A lot of men admire her ever since she entered college but what they all don’t know is that…

She’s gay.

My, my. What kind of devastating-…”

“You can shut up now, Ahn Hyejin.” Yongsun mumbled, her face is in pure concentration while reading the scores her students gave her yesterday.

Hyejin grinned, “Its: Hwasa. Unnie. Hwa,” She raised her index finger, then her thumb. “Sa.”

Yongsun only rolled her eyes, “Yes. Miss Theatre Actress.” Even though you haven’t graduated yet.

“But seriously, what made you like girls?”

“I don’t know?” Yongsun looked up to make sure that the door’s locked. “It’s just. I don’t feel a thing for guys.”

“How many exes have you had so far?” Hwasa jumped off the table and leaned down beside Yongsun. She grimaced when she saw the red ink on the paper, “Man, you’re like murdering the kids with your pen.”

“I am not,” Yongsun chuckled, “This is just a way to make sure that they will know their mistakes.”

“Are they that bad?”

“Just some of them. Most of the kids are good.” Yongsun mumbled, “I remember being this bad before.”

“You always passed the exams, unnie,”

“I can barely pass the performances though.”

“Oh well.” Hwasa shrugged, “It’s done already. Let’s not dwell in the past for so long.” She looked at the clock and clucked her tongue, “Yongsun unnie.”

“What?”

“It’s lunchtime.”

“So?”

“Feed me!” She whined and pushed Yongsun’s chair, “Hwasa’s hungry!”

“Jesus, Wheein’s rubbing off on you, isn’t she?” Yongsun groaned and closed her folder. “Fine, what do you want to eat?”

“I’m hungry for some Chinese food. Let’s go eat some Chinese food!” Hwasa was already in front of her door, marching excitedly.

“Alright, wait a minute you kid.” Yongsun grumbled. She grabbed her purse and coat, “Turn the lights off for me, please.”

When the room is already dimmed, they both opened the door only to get the shock of their life when Seungwan—or Wendy, her English name—pounced on Yongsun with tears streaming down her face.

“O-Oh?” Yongsun was so shocked she dropped her purse. Phone dropping on the concrete floor with a bang.

My phone T T

“S-Seungwan? What’s happening?” Yongsun tried to push the girl off of her.

“Unnie,” Wendy cried, “My star dumped me.”

“What?” Yongsun raised an eyebrow. Her cousin suddenly crying was surprising to her but the term used, was more surprising. “Who?”

“My star broke up with me!”