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╭ ╮ ━━━ " 📂 " ..⃗. ༉
𝙍 𝙀 𝙈 𝙀 𝘿 𝙔
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! chapter twenty-one ─── ʚĭɞ
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Miyeon felt as if she was back at one of the god-awful castings that her mother forced on to her. For child acting or modelling, adverts for clothes, flavoured milk or sweets. You name the product, Yujin had probably somehow gotten her to.
It wasn't like when she was older, and there was more love in her actions - she knew that he daughter loved the idea of being on TV and was always posing when having her picture taken. Obviously, Yujin was right on that one, seeing as she stuck to modelling well into her high school years and even did a little in New York during her time there.
But now it was different, being surveyed like this. A little more embarassing, more humiliating. It was almost like a casting, but then again it was nothing of the sort - because Miyeon had never felt like this at a casting.
"She's supposed to help produce the title track? And write b-sides?" One of the two men staring at her asked, adjusting the open checkered shirt over his top.
