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18 | THE HOLY GHOST

"What are you wearing?" San eyeballs me head to toe and scrunches his nose. He doesn't even try to hide his distaste for the sake of my feelings.

I'd comment on his lack of fashion sense but I doubt it'd offend him since he literally wears pajamas all day long. As a matter of fact, I knew those pants looked familiar.

I think after this I'll try to convince him to hire Seonghwa's stylist. My fiancé dressed to the nines every single day, even when he wasn't working. It's apparent that being good-looking was a part of his lifestyle— I can relate.

"Louis Vuitton," I answer as if the logo wasn't obvious enough.

"No, what are you wearing? We're doing a mock shootout not joining the spy kids," he further ridicules my outfit.

"Are we really gonna act like I'm not one of the most famous runway models in all of Asia?" I remind him. "I know fashion, I am fashion."

"You are a safety hazard, what's with all the fur?" Wooyoung points to my fur-trimmed boots.

"You know what," I cross my arms in discontent. "Instead of worrying about my outfit how about the both of you worry about yourselves. Aren't you both failing like three classes?" I recall overhearing their conversation with the principal after I snuck in to write me a hall pass. I was crouched behind the absent assistant principal's desk the entire time and heard all 30 minutes of her complaints. From the constant disobedience and misbehavior in class to their negligence when it came to their school work.

They're lucky to even still be in school.

"Two," San corrects. "Two."

"I'm not failing any," says Wooyoung with a cheeky grin. He raises his brows provocatively at his brother in hopes for a negative response. They both get off on pissing one another off, I think it's some subconscious method that releases their happy endorphins.

"Not failing any?" I cock a brow. "Then you must be the one falling asleep in class? Or are you the one throwing spitballs at your peers?"

His face straightens out and he's no longer amused.

I pick up the bb-gun and take five steps back, aiming it right at Wooyoung. "Loser has to let the winner push them down the slopes."

The twins both grab their guns, San already cocking his.

"Then I hope your Louis Vuitton offers you enough support," Wooyoung starts sprinting. "You'll need it."

We all scatter off, everyone keeping an eye out for one another. After a couple minutes of me hiding and sashaying around, I realize that neither of them were coming for me yet. The only thought running through my mind at the moment was if they were going to join hands and tag team me.

So I stick behind the hedges as I carefully navigate myself around the garden.

After another couple of minutes I hear shouting.

"It seems they're not on the same side after all," I scoff.

They're so busy with each other that none of them notices me creeping in. San's too busy emptying his clip into Wooyoung and Wooyoung is struggling to empty out his magazine for more ammunition.

My first target was obvious: San.

With one courageous step forward, I am towards the older twin and fire at him repeatedly. After doing so, I leave my last bullet for Wooyoung and strike him in the chest.

"Agh, not fair," Wooyoung throws his gun and it lands in the koi pond. All the fishes scatter at the sudden disruption. "My gun was malfunctioning!"