The Boundaries We May Never Cross || a seventeen fanfiction

Prologue

Jihan woke to the sound of the birds chirping like what she would describe as bloody idiots outside her window covered by thick, dark green drapes that mismatched the light-colored theme of her room.

She hated the sun. It reminded her of her room in the Lee Mansion, way back in England. Her father only allowed her to have thin, transparent, white curtains that barely shielded her from the world. Her father thought waking up the same time as the sun did, would give you a bright future.

He lied.

Princessy beds, white curtains, fancy vanity tables— anything that reminded her of her room in England, she got rid of.

On the twenty-second of November in nineteen ninety-six, a beautiful pair of dazzling fraternal twin were born— namely, Jihan and Jihoon, English names being Esther Jihanne and Woozi Jay.

They were born into the tainted world of the rich, a diamond spoon shoved down their throats. It was suffocating.

However, their lives seemed almost perfect. They had loving parents, lived in the beautiful mansion of her mother's family, in New Zealand.

They were loved in their early memories, they remember being taken on a family picnic at age three.

It was a blur to them. Like bleeding ink on a notebook when kissed by ample amounts of liquid. You can't seem to understand everything, but you know it's there. Some words are visible, clear as a blue sky on a sunny day, while some words too messy that you can't quite figure out what word was written— it just looks like a beautiful, abstract mess.

At age four they moved to England with their father, and that's when their unambiguous memories started to flood the ones worth remembering, drowning them in the dark depths of the forgotten.

The comforting walls their parents once put up for them, to shield them from the harsh world they were born into, were completely broken down and instead of being given walls for protection, they were given guns and swords.

Memories of her grandmotg hitting them with a belt whenever they didn't reach the first and second rank, of the countless extra classes she had to take in a week, of her father shattering her dreams like it was as simple as tearing paper, embedded into her mind like a tattoo.

At age twelve, her and her brother left England to study and live in Korea, with their mother and two brothers they had little to no memories of. Life was so much better, they met different people and found new hobbies.

She met three lovely young girls but of course, the world was never on her side, the three broke apart.

At age fourteen, she fell in love with a boy.

At age seventeen, she got engaged, 

just not with the boy she fell for.