┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ A twist of fate occurs when two peculiar boys enter Binna's world. One asserts to be her son, while the other mysteriously intertwines his life with hers, regardless of her attempts to resist his captivating ways. Their paths intertwine r...
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"I say it's over, but I keep messing with you, I swore I never do it again."
Binna paced nervously in front of the elegant stone steps leading to the grand residence, her heart fluttering with anticipation. The stars above glittered like a trail of diamonds across the velvet sky, and though she couldn't hear the rustling leaves or the soft hum of evening crickets, she still found peace in watching the wind gently play through the trees.
Her hands were cold, fingers twitching with the urge to say something—but she waited.
She had so much to tell Eun-gyeol.
She glanced again at the ornate gate, bouncing slightly on her heels.
And then—he appeared.
His dark hair slightly tousled from the breeze, a casual bag slung over one shoulder. As soon as he stepped through the gate, Binna lit up like a flame meeting air, her smile radiant and utterly disarming.
Eun-gyeol blinked, caught off guard by her sudden brightness.
"What?" he asked with a crooked grin, slowing his pace as she bounded toward him.
But Binna didn't answer—she grabbed his hand without hesitation, tugging him along. "Whoa—where are we going?" he laughed, but let her lead him willingly.
They stormed up the stairs, into the mansion, and into the quiet stillness of her room. Binna closed the door behind them with a soft click, then turned to face him, her expression serious.
He straightened slightly. "Okay... now I'm getting nervous."
Without saying a word, she stepped forward and raised her hands.
She began to sign.
Slowly. Precisely. The exact same gestures Se-kyung had used—word for word, motion for motion—captured and mimicked with haunting accuracy.
