started: June 22
Irene Park, a stunningly beautiful girl, transfers to J high with her twin brother, Daniel. As they move, Daniel turns out to have a new body, forcing the twins to adjust to their new life with an unexpected new body. Irene ma...
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⊹₊𓆩ʚɞ𓆪₊⊹ ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆‧₊˚✧ Let me out~ Hynn ✧˚₊‧⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ ⊹₊𓆩ʚɞ𓆪₊⊹
⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Irene's POV ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆
"It's cold," i mutter through my baby pink scarf. We walk through the automatic glass doors into the brightly lit lobby. Even though i've been in the glistening, gold and cream themed lobby it doesn't fail to take my breath away. The marble tile glitters with streaks of reflective gold built in under the gloss. The chandelier is blinding with the amount of hanging jewels and gilded arms. The air is silent and cold, only beginning to move when the receptionist dressed in white pokes her head over the white, calacatta marble.
"Surprising since its winter," Gun flatly remarks beside me. I don't let him see the grin creeping on my mouth as he walks beside me.
"Good evening," the receptionist smiles to us. I remember her from last time I was here, since I remember her elegant face. She looks tired today, and I can't blame her im just as tired. I smile and we dip our head to one another as we are passing. I awe at her golden jewlery catching the chandeliers warm light.
"You must really like hearing the sound of your own voice," I remark as he steps forward and presses the golden button with an engraved golden arrow pointing upward. My steps slow to a stop in the middle of the twin elevators.
"Yeah, yours not so much," He bickers as he stands beside me. My coat burhes aginst his navy crewneck as he waits beside me.
"Clearly not," I say through a yawn, distorting my voice. The light to the elevator dings and has both of us heading toward the elevator doors divinding to let us in. The elevator is just as fancy as the lobby, and gives me the ense I probably shouldn't be here, but I try to push te creeping anxiety away.
Gun leads me in and presses one of the higher, gold buttons as I stand with my back to the gilded railing. The red velvet makes the small room feel vintage. The dim lights shadow over Gun's lowest facial features, and dim his sharp ones. My eyes are sucked into his as he takes a stride forward, standing before me. he's so broad it shuts out anything else i can see.
He brings up a slowed hand, gently pulling down the scarf covering my lips. My neck is angled back as I stare up at him over my thick lashes. He loosens my scarf minimally, moving strands of my milk tea hair out of the way. I see his ebony eyes dance around my facial features, seemingly taking me in. My mind is hostage to him, my heart pumping in my chest. My pulse quickens and pumps any thought out of my head. I watch as he grins, dropping his eyes to catch the red-hue in my cheeks.
