❝ Love is a gamble, Darling ❞ Narae whispered as she leaned in towards the new boy's ear.
Donghyuck smirked, eyes glistening greed for a split second, ❝ Then I'm all in. ❞
Gambling was like their life and they were ready to go all in just for their...
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"Feel like making a deal with the devil?"
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"Hm, as expected. From a Lee, of course." Qiuyue mumbled, her phone pressed up to her ear. She scans the student council room, seeing their president seated on her usual spot, jaw rested on the palm of her hand as she gazed out the window, thoughts swerving into her mind.
Qiuyue frowned, wanting to know what was going on inside her beloved president's head, not that she'd actually give in something to know but it was clear that she wasn't equal to her president.
"Yue? Yue! Are you still even listening to me?" Yangyang's aggravated tone from the other side of the line made her snap out of her reverie. She knits his brows together, although trying to remain a calm stance as she stood by the huge fish tank inside the student council office.
Yangyang cackled and shook his head at Qiuyue's distracted self. His gaze fixated further into the room where he watches the new student yank the infamous blonde-haired gambler close to him. Yangyang couldn't help but roll his eyes at the blonde-boy, wanting to laugh incredulously at how pathetic he looked right now. "They are continuing the game. Lee Haechan offered..." the rest of his sentence became unclear as Quiyue's eyes widened in shock, nearly dropping her phone if it weren't for Sungchan calling out to her.
"Yue, who are you talking to? Are you busy?"
When their phone call ended, Qiuyue rushes to pocket her phone and walk towards the long meeting table. She hugs her clipboard close, a frown displayed across the bottom half of her face. "Prez." She called out in a stern voice, ignoring Sungchan who crossed his arms in annoyance.
"Why are you ignoring—"
"Have they done it?" The redhead was cut off by their President. Her once bored gaze that stared out the window was now pierced into them and her tone was agog as if she had been waiting for them to report to her the moment the gamble had started. And maybe she was; waiting for them to crawl back to her with fear and disturbance in their eyes.
"Done what?" Another blonde-haired boy, though his hair seemed whiter than snow, spoke in a boring tone. He traced the edges of his eyepatch, touching his dermal piercing with the tips of his finger. Huang Renjun. That's his name.
The girl who sat in the middle of the long table only smirked, eyeing the huge doors that she waited to bust open. "That Lee. They've done it, haven't they?"
