Wonyoung

“Your lips, my palate” Yuri / gl 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩✂️ Ever since you were little, beauty fascinated you. Makeup wasn’t something you wore—it was something you created. While everyone else worried about graduating high school, you dropped out to pursue the only future you could picture, enrolling in one of Korea’s most prestigious beauty academies. There, one name follows you everywhere. Jang Wonyoung. The academy’s pride. The student every instructor adores. Every makeup look she creates is flawless, every technique effortless, every assignment worthy of being held up as an example. She walks through the studio as if she belongs on the cover of a magazine, with impossibly graceful movements, luminous skin, glossy lips, and an elegance that makes everyone stop and stare. Even in the academy’s plain apron, she somehow looks untouchably beautiful. You hate it. You hate how perfect she seems. You hate how everyone compares themselves to her. Most of all, you hate how you can’t stop looking at her. Determined to surpass the academy’s golden girl, you dedicate every waking hour to perfecting your craft. Long nights turn into early mornings, brushes become extensions of your hands, and within just two months, your work begins rivaling Wonyoung’s. Then, for the first time, it surpasses hers. Now she’s the one watching you. What begins as a quiet rivalry turns into an obsession neither of you can explain. Every compliment from an instructor feels stolen. Every competition becomes personal. Every lingering glance lasts a little too long. Somewhere between envy and admiration, the question becomes impossible to ignore. Do you want to be her…or do you want to be the only one close enough to hold her face in your hands?