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Park Minha (박민하); born June 27, 1991. Doctor at True Solutions. "You were me, I was you - that was a dangerous thought. I used to be really happy - foolishly." R/S: try if you can Para-Preferred rp ♫ ღ ♚ AIM || Disc.

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130827 KBS Open Concert cr. 9mtime // DO NOT EDIT

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Nine Muses MV screencap pack | DL

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You can download each mv separately.

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[PREVIEW] 130828 Jeonuigyeong Festival Commute

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minha gifset for Dream Team new episode © minhaism

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cr. minha’s instagram

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130820 Nine Muses Twitter update

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nine muses for the tomato song.

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Minha shyly dancing sexy

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Minha (*´・ｖ・) ✿

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20130802 Minha @ Youngwol Donggang Festival [2] cr: studio-g by HAMDING || DO NOT EDIT !!!

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-nods, trying to keep a blank face to mask his disppointment- That’s alright, I understand… No apologies necessary. -forces a smile in return- I’ll try to remember to ask the next time I meet a staff member. You’re the first I’ve met, so I just thought I might as well ask. Thanks anyway, Minha. -uncrosses his arms and slips his hands into his pockets- I guess not many people here are so willing to change, then?

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/smiles steadily, a soft sigh of relief escaping her lips; It seems like you're a bit disappointed at my answer? Perhaps, another time we'll discuss this in a counseling session. Woohyun is my college, a fellow therapist, while Kyuhyun is the only doctor currently residing here if I recall correctly. Both are wonderful at what they do and pleasant enough /chuckles; No, not many are willing, but they all must sooner or later.

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One Step Forward, Two Steps Back || Minha & Kyungri

Minha was exhausted. Stress and an unceasing flood of thoughts and emotions from the patients, even other staff members, had finally taken a toll on not only her mental state, but physical state as well. Finally, the inner turmoil of conflicting emotions and thoughts had put marks on her outwardly. A brief glance at the mirror had another girl staring back at her. Her mouth was slanted downward in a perpetual small frown, the dark circle under her eyes bleeding through the carefully applied makeup. Even to her own eyes, she looked like a mess. She sighed heavily, eyes closed; what use would she be if she didn't look strong enough to become the pillar for change?

However, she was expecting someone today: a new patient by the name of Park Kyungri. Minha recalled their first meeting, her lips pulled into a tight line. One meeting had told her all she needed of the new patient - for better or worse. Kyungri was: attractive, charismatic, stubborn, and unwilling, a mixing pot of impending disaster and dread in the shape of a charming woman two years her senior. But, of course, the one-on-one therapy was planned on the day her concentration was shot, emotions and the itching feeling of doubt threatening to break free from her carefully protected barrier she put around herself.

It was irritating, to say the least, of how calm Kyungri looked while Minha's mind scrambled for professional words that would be used to convince the girl of her supposed sins. She shifted, legs uncrossing underneath her desk and crossing again as she drummed her fingers against the notepad specifically assigned for Kyungri. She was careful, oh so very careful, to keep her face as emotionally blank as possible, an air of meticulously concealed wariness around her. Why she felt so wary around the new patient, Minha had no inkling to except to trust the stab of fluttering nerves that made her stomach twist.

"Shall we skip the pleasantries and get straight to business?" She asked; her tone intentionally kept light, if not slightly aloof. The black file cover flipped open as the contents inside revealed the story of the other girl with a mere flick of the finger, eyes sparing a glance at the carefully printed words she had already memorized. “An intimate relationship with a teacher at your old school, open flirting with those of the same gender – do you not find any of what you’re doing wrong?”