The Head of Security is Too Beautiful (GxG)

Chapter 1: I Want to go Shopping

I tossed and turned, trying to figure out what it was that was keeping me awake. I could feel that it was too early to wake up, so what is stopping me from going back to sleep? Opening my eyes, I stared up at a white ceiling, my room felt oddly bright as the sun was blaring in from the windows. This was strange to me because I have black out curtains in my apartment and I was sure I always kept them closed.

I groan while sitting up, ready to close my curtains and go back to sleep, but as I hazily stared forward, I realize there was a mirror at the end of my bed on the wall.  "That's strange, I don't remember placing a mirror there." I rubbed my eyes and blinked a few more times before realizing that I was in a room I didn't recognize. A very pink and white room, and the face staring back at me from that mirror was a little bit different than mine.

I shot forward to the end of the bed, seeing how the girl in the mirror did everything I did, I was sure it was me and I was freaking out. I don't know this room, I don't know that face, so what the hell is happening? Have I been kidnapped and someone did surgery on me? No. That face is definitely a natural face, surgery could not change my face as much. Plus, the girl in the mirror is definitely younger than I am, much younger, about 15 years younger.

I looked down at myself to see the princess style, puffy shouldered nightgown I was wearing. I could see in the mirror I was wearing a pink bow in my hair to match. This combination sounded oddly familiar. Pulling the ribbon out of my bobbed short black hair, I can feel my hair was silky and soft like my hair used to feel when I was in middle school before I ruined it's texture and fullness with dyes in high school. Some thing I regretted because it took till my mid 20s before my hair felt right again, and then I stopped taking care of it when I entered my 30s because of all the work stress.

The girl in the mirror is definitely in her early 20s, beautiful and well taken care of. I got up and started snooping around the room. A lot of the clothes in her drawers were bright and pastel colored, especially a lot of pink. Her room was bright and pink like how you would expect a child's room to be. The pink walls paired with the white ceiling really wasn't my style, I would prefer pure white walls or red walls. Maybe even blue, but definitely not pastel.

The curtains are thin, thick enough for privacy, thin enough for the light to pierce through. I moved over to a white desk and opened the top drawer to find some pens and a journal. And I got my answer immediately. Engraved in a cursive style on what looked like to be a diary, was Kang Juri. I felt like I was being punked. Just last night I thought of how much I dislike this character named Kang Juri, and here I am in the position of possibly being Kang Juri. Meaning, I was possibly in a book I disliked more than the characters themselves.

I don't know if I should laugh or cry. I walked back over to the mirror and stared at the face that reflected back at me. I poked at my face and kept leaning back-and-forth in front of it, trying to look at the face from different angles. I suppose I can understand why the male lead found Juri to be so beautiful. She's definitely above average.

While playing with the mirror a gentle knock at the door made me flinch. Two knocks, nothing done or said after. "C- come in?"
The door opened to reveal the most beautiful face I've ever seen. A face that if I were to be asked to draw a goddess, she would be my first choice to model.

She was relatively tall, at least tall for a woman, thin, wearing a black turtleneck and a black leather harness with three holsters. One for a gun, one for a walkie-talkie, and a sheath for a knife. Her gray suit pants hugged her thighs well, and were close cut to her calfs down to black dress shoes that you'd usually see on men. Her brown hair tied back in a ponytail with bangs that emphasized her eyes.

My brain already told me that this is probably the head of security, Roman. I know she was dressed professionally, but in my eyes, she was just my style.