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⋆ ˚｡⋆‧₊˚✧ nobody~ PRYVT ✧˚₊‧⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ ⊹₊𓆩ʚɞ𓆪₊⊹ (lol sorry it's so late for a halloween chapter, but i thought i'd be fun and add a bit to the story) ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Irene's POV ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆
I yawned, arching my back against the soft, white cushion, my muscles stiff from hours of sitting. Gun's strong arms were wrapped firmly around my waist, holding me like a lifeline. His chest rested between my legs, while mine stretched out straight on either side of him. His sharp jaw was pressed into my stomach as he silently watched a boxing match on the giant TV.
The fight played on low volume, a quiet concession he made for me. I wasn't paying attention to it, though; my book held my focus. One hand propped open the spine, while the other absentmindedly toyed with the back of his sleek, black hair. He didn't say anything about it, though I could feel the faint tension in his body every time a hard punch landed on the screen.
The room was steeped in a calm quiet, broken only by the faint sounds of the TV and the soft scratch of pages turning. Gun had barely moved in the past hour, as if settling into his own immovable stillness.
"Gun," I murmured, closing my book. My voice broke through the silence like a ripple across still water.
"Hm?" His reply was low, almost distracted, though his grip around me subtly adjusted—tighter, more secure.
"Can we do something tomorrow night?" I asked, setting my book on his back.
He reached for the remote, pausing the fight without hesitation. Then he turned his head, resting his chin on my stomach as his dark, unrelenting eyes pinned me in place. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, his tone calm but heavy with curiosity.
"For Halloween," I clarified, feeling a bit silly now that I'd brought it up. "I don't know, dress up? Celebrate?"
His gaze didn't waver, the weight of it pressing into me like he was peeling back layers to get at something deeper. "You want to dress up?" he said finally, his voice unreadable.
"I've always dressed up," I admitted, a small smile tugging at my lips. "It's fun. People get to be something different for a day. I always used to dress up in a fairy costume when I was younger. My mom couldnt afford a new costume, but my brother and I used to get bags full of candy."
