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beautiful

At first, the excess white was so overwhelming that she had to squint to be able to see, each wall reflecting the others so well that the word angelic no longer fit. Instead, that word had to be replaced something along the lines of invasive; there was no escape to the sea of brightness that crashed over every sense. In truth, all she could do was grit her teeth to the point of pain and wait to adjust to the nothingness.

As she waited, her eyes caught the first drops of color leaking onto the white. Down the long hallway, there were six doors, each emitting their own lively colors from circular portholes, the only evidence that something else existed. These colors desperately sought some way to mix and form their own masterpiece on the white canvas, but were not able to move much farther than their own doors. And so they would remain, just trapped enough.

It was at that moment that she noticed the familiar man at the very back of the hall, perched on a throne of ropes. Her adrenaline flared as she identified the man: Lee Jooheon. He had a swagger that she could pick out among thousands of faces. Their gazes met, and he took it as a signal to move, walking towards her with a posture so unmistakably calm and controlled that it could send shivers up a person's spine. His dark hair twisted and curled as it framed his face with a style that only he could make look professional, the nest bobbing with each step. Aside from the haphazard curls, everything was jarringly crisp. He sported a sharp suit and even sharper facial features that cut through the white void and stagnant air as he elegantly came near.

"Good evening, red rose." There was little time for any proper formalities, so the best he offered was a slight bow of his head, his lips upturned into a smirk.

"Is it really?" She quipped and fired back. "In here, I'm unable to tell." To onlookers, both voices would seem emotionless, but they both knew each other well enough to look beyond the facades that shrouded them. The inside man disregarded her sharp remark, looking at her with an invasive gaze that had her skin littered with threatening, thorn-like goosebumps.