┊ ˚➶ ｡˚ ☁️ 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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"Don't you think we'd be the cutest pair? The sweetest love out there."
Binna exhaled heavily as she pushed open the door to her bedroom. The space greeted her in its usual stillness—dark and cold, like a forgotten museum piece. She reached out for the light switch beside the door, and with a soft click, warm golden light spilled across the high ceilings and sleek furnishings of her room.
Despite the elegance and size of the place—almost too big for someone her age—she often felt like a visitor here. Not a resident. Not a daughter.
She dropped her bag on a nearby chair and rotated her neck slowly, a tired wince escaping her lips. Her muscles were sore from sitting in strange positions while sketching and working on designs for the band. Her thoughts were already drifting toward a hot shower and soft pajamas when something caught her eye.
Her steps slowed. Her brows knit together.
There, right in the center of her large glass desk, sat a sleek, pristine fax machine. Brand new. Top-of-the-line. The kind she'd once seen in an ad and circled with a red pen—half-joking, half-wishing.
She blinked.
Who...?
No card. No note. No explanation.
Her father wouldn't bother. Her stepmother certainly didn't know what she liked. It couldn't be her mother either. That was a ghost who'd long stopped sending things.
And yet...
Her frown gave way to something else—a shy, slowly blooming smile. Maybe she didn't need to know who gave it to her. Because right now, all she could think about was one thing:
Yi-chan.
He'd given her his fax number weeks ago.
She hurried across the room, nearly tripping over her own shoes in excitement. She pulled out a piece of clean paper from her drawer, sat down at her desk, and began writing.
