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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girlofeternity_ss #1
Chapter 1: I remember reading this on ao3 and saving a copy of this on my phone. It's nice to read this story again.
moon__trash #2
Chapter 1: this was incredibly fun to read! i appreciated all the little references to real life (yong lending byul her ballet shoes made me chuckle) and i loved how you portrayed byul taking care of yong through food in an industry that has such a problematic relationship with food. i also feel this is more real than anyone might know - my idea of moonsun irl is that they are kind of stuck in the third finger phase, knowingly so, until their careers allow them to move their rings. thank you for the great work!
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