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sakura › model

The photo above is the photoshoot in this imagine.

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Shit, I'm late.

Your heels clicked loudly against the floor as you briskly walked down the corridor. A stack of files were tucked under your arm, and you fiddled with a pen in your other hand.

You approached a door and stopped.

You took a deep breath before wrapping your fingers around the handle and pulling the door open. Inside the room, there were flashes of light, hushed cheers of encouragement, and the sound of clicks and camera shutters. You looked around, nodding your head in approval. You soundlessly walked over to the photographer and greeted him before taking a seat next to him, nodding your head to the other staff members.

"How's the shoot going?" You asked the photographer, not taking your eyes off of the model.

Her name is Miyawaki Sakura, and she's absolutely gorgeous. More so in real life than in the magazines and pictures on the internet. She was a barely known model based in Japan, until she came to America to further pursue her career, which is when she really took off. From what you're seeing, she's a talented model who knows how to do her job well.

"It's going smoothly," The photographer, a man named John Taylor, responded. He, too, didn't remove his focus from Sakura, and continued to take photos of her. "Miss Miyawaki. Can you try placing your hand a little higher? Yes, that's it! Okay, now use that hand to slightly lift the hem of your shirt up." John instructed. Sakura complied and did exactly what John asked of her. You watched keenly.

When the shoot was over, your eyes followed Sakura as she ventured off from the set and disappeared into her dressing room after bowing towards you, the photographer, and the other staff members.

You bit down on your bottom lip, mulling over some options in your head. One part of you wanted to leave Sakura be and just let her carry out whatever her schedule is for the rest of the day, but another part of you wanted to approach her and at least greet her or congratulate her on today's photoshoot.

Without realizing, you had ended up right in front of Sakura's dressing room, with your fist raised to knock on the door. You withdrew your hand quickly, as if someone had burnt your skin.

You bit your lip and turned to leave, but you froze when you heard the door click and the knob twist. The door creaked open, and you slowly turned your head to make direct eye contact with Sakura. You were pretty sure you looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"What do we have here?" Sakura spoke in a low voice. For whatever reason, it sounded deeper than you remembered it being. You're used to hearing her speak in a light, peppy timbre, so hearing it like this startled you.

"U-Uhm, I was just- uh- I was just going to come and congratulate you! Yes. So, uh... Congrats?" You stuttered out, giving her a nervous smile.

Sakura simply chuckled and extended her hand. You stared at it with wide eyes before looking back up at her.

"Go on. I don't bite, I promise." She gently ushered.

You hesitantly placed your hand in hers and shook it. She didn't let go, however. Instead, she held your hand up and bent down. You were taken aback when she pressed a kiss against the back of your hand. Your face flushed.

"M-Miss Miyawaki, I-"

"Nice to meet you, sweetheart."

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QOTD: What's your dream job? ✨
AOTD: I honestly don't know yet... maybe a stylist or a performer

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A/N : I'm in the process of writing a book~ I'm currently 6 chapters into it, but I'm unsure of who I want to write as the love interest; Huh Yunjin or Kim Minji. Here's a few little snippets :

A love story between a unit leader of a notorious crime organization, and a young girl who once had dreams of becoming a dancer.

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We're all she's got. I had no intention of bringing her into this world, but I guess you guys did."

[XX] felt a tug in her heart. Was it guilt?

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I'm starting to forget what it used to be like; what it felt like to have a family that actually cared for me.

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What do you all think? Who should be the love interest?