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✩ › T-MINUS 10, 9, 8... ㅡ ; 𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 .ᐟ
"i am one aegyo away from losing my fucking mind."
the world is cruel. truly.
as if cursing me with an insatiable hunger for raw liver wasn't a big enough middle finger from the universe, i'm now forced to squeeze into a sequined skirt two sizes too small. i have to wink, pout, and blow kisses at a lens as if i don't want to rip the cameraman into shreds and eat him for dinner. my stomach is growling and it's not for the kale salad my manager shoved down my throat.
the deal was simple. he had leaned against a flickering streetlamp and offered me a lifeline.
"i'll give you back your humanity once you reach the goal," he'd said, his voice as light as a death sentence.
when i asked him why, he didn't give me a grand prophecy. he just pointed a lazy finger towards the sky. "they needed a laugh."
so here i am. a gumiho hiding among the commoners.
the only thing standing between me and a total supernatural meltdown is kwon bora. she's a ruthless, caffeine-fueled lead writer for WNET who is exactly one disaster away from career suicide. with the network's flagship survival show, idol factory, hemorrhaging ratings and the public bored to tears by these trainees, the industry is desperate.
turns out, perfection is out. weird is in.
and if bora needs a miracle to save her show, i need a debut to save my soul. maybe becoming a national sweetheart isn't so out of reach for a monster like me after all.