bread when i'm hungry (fire when i'm cold)
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“You’re not allowed to eat in here.” Yong said, transitioning from second arabesque to an arabesque croisée. Her friend seemed unbothered, already hunkering down by a corner and opening a small tupperware of kimchi rice. “I won’t tell if you wont!” ||
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everyone dances ballet and Byul knows the fastest way to Yong's heart is through her stomach.
Foreword
I suppose i should preface this by saying I have never danced ballet professionally nor do i take ballet classes. So apologies for any and all errors this fic contains in terms of how ballet promotions work or other things I've gotten wrong.
That being said, I took one look at that promotional andar x mamamoo pic and then proceeded to write this over the course of one month.
This story is written in a non-linear style so in case the timeline gets too confusing, the chronological order of events is chocolates -> kimchi rice -> apple slices -> tanghulu -> green tea with honey -> dried fruit -> dinner
This work is crosspoted on AO3
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