𝐂𝐫𝐲! 𝐎𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐁𝐞𝐠 !_𝐊𝐓𝐇

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<7 years back>

"You're not good for me......
.......But baby I want you. I want you"

♡

_Let's start_

With a final wave to her father, 17-year-old Choi Ina dashed into the school building, her radiant presence commanding attention. The bustling corridors, filled with chattering students, fell silent as she glided through.

Every pair of eyes gravitated towards her, mesmerized by her ethereal beauty. Her shimmering golden hair cascaded down her back like a river of sunset hues, framing her heart-shaped face. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled like sapphires, illuminating her porcelain skin.

Ina's statuesque figure, accentuated by her tailored uniform, seemed almost otherworldly. She embodied the elegance of a Greek goddess, as if plucked from the pages of mythology.

She clutched the class routine and details, freshly collected from the office, as she made her way to her new classroom.
When she entered, the teacher's voice paused mid-sentence, and all eyes turned to her. Ina's fingers instinctively fidgeted, her cheeks warming under the collective gaze.

"Can I help you?" the teacher asked, a hint of curiosity in her tone.

Ina took a deep breath, her voice steady despite her racing heart.

"Hi, I'm Choi Ina, the new transfer student. Today's my first day."

A soft murmur rippled through the class, accompanied by whispered introductions and welcoming smiles.

The teacher's expression warmed.

"Welcome, Ina. I'm Ms. Kang. Please, take a seat"
Ina stepped into the classroom, her eyes scanning the room filled with students who exuded refinement and wealth. Designer uniforms, precision-cut hairdos, and gleaming jewelry seemed to be the norm.For a moment, Ina felt a pang of insecurity. Her simple yet elegant attire, though immaculate, seemed understated compared to the opulent displays around her. Her golden hair, once her pride, now seemed dull beside the polished, high-society hairstyles.Ina's confidence wavered, her fingers tightening around her schedule. Had she underestimated the competition? Was she truly worthy of this elite circle?

gathering her documents she navigated through the room, her heels clicking on the polished floor. Then Her gaze landed on a vacant seat in the last corner, and she made her way towards it.

Immediately after she sit, the room fell silent, punctuated by a collective gasp. A ripple of whispers spread like wildfire, with students exchanging furtive glances.

Ina's eyes scanned the room, meeting the curious stares of her classmates. She sensed an undercurrent of surprise, even dismay, but nobody dared to voice their thoughts.

Undeterred, Ina straightened her posture, her chin held high. She pulled out her notebook and pen, signaling her readiness to focus on the lesson.

The whispers gradually subsided, replaced by an uneasy silence. Ina's presence had clearly stirred something, but she remained oblivious, her attention fixed on the teacher.