YOUTH

4

It was when the dorm manager gathered them that each of them got a good look of one another. Some knew each other, some didn't, and some had gotten enough media exposure that made everyone notice them right away.

Kim Seokjin and Park Sooyoung are two of them.

The supposed "worldwide handsome" heir of Jojin Group and the social media famous daughter of the world renowned fashion designer Seo Chaeyoung and film director Park Jaejung; and heiress of MISTRESS – the luxury fashion and beauty empire her beloved mother built herself.

The dorm manager allowed them to look around the large dormitory, as they wait for their luggages that will be carried by her staff.

Irene praised the lord for that.

She had decided to explore the kitchen, where she found out it's big enough to provide each of the residents individual fridges – double doored ones at that too. The pantry also provided twelve different spaces, one for each people so there would be no inconvenience in terms of having your food mistaken for another's or having to label your food with your names.

"We provide each of you with individual refrigerators and individual pantry spaces. All of them are the same but for convenience, simply use the ones with your ranks on it," the dorm manager announced.

"That's sick," a brown haired boy chimed. Irene noted he's the boy who dragged Jimin with him earlier. The two are still glued together, along with the other black haired boy who got out of the black Lamborghini. The latter smirked and elbowed Jimin's side. "Time to buy your own coke. You can't lie about mistaking mine for yours this time."

Jimin rolled his eyes. "You still owe me like three cans from the bet you lost, Jungkook."

"Aren't those three cute?"

Irene almost jumped at the sudden whisper in her ear. She turned her head and was met with the famous heiress of MISTRESS, her tall figure towering Irene's short one. She giggled at Irene's previous reaction, eyes turning into pretty crescents as she did so.

"Oh, pardon my manners," she held out her hand. "Hi! It's nice to meet you!" she greeted cheerily. Her long crimson curls fell perfectly on one shoulder, matching the red gingham bralette which hugged her slender yet curvy figure beautifully.

Irene blinked and held out her hand to accept the handshake. "Hi," she greeted back. "Park Sooyoung, right?"

"Correct!" she beamed. "You can call me Sooyoung but you can also call me Joy if you want! I understand there can be a lot of Sooyoungs," she sighed. "It's exhausting to turn my head towards someone calling out my name but turns out they're calling to another Sooyoung. Makes me feel overconfident."

"Aren't you, though?" a short haired brunette snickered at the red haired goddess. She stood next to her, their height difference even more drastic than Sooyoung and Irene's.

Sooyoung huffed and rolled her eyes. "It's better to show up with a friendly hello rather than a sass, Yeri."

The girl – Yeri snorted in response. "You should take your own advice, really. This poor girl nearly jumped," she said, referring to Irene who mentally cursed at the mention of her habit of jumping slightly whenever she's taken by surprise. She was lucky she didn't shriek.

Irene managed to chuckle albeit awkwardly – she bet it turned out as a distorted simper.

"I'm Kim Yerim, by the way," she smiled in a friendly manner. "Call me Yeri instead, though," she winked and initiated a fistbump.

Irene was able to smile genuinely this time. "I'm Joohyun. But people call me Irene."

"Irene! What a pretty name!" Sooyoung beamed. "Suits your gorgeous face, by the way! Ugh! You're such a goddess! I couldn't help but notice you when I came here!"