𝐕𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘 ↻ 𝐩𝐣𝐬

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Yerin smiled, feeling the soft and cold feeling of the snow. The pain in her heart soon began to fade as she looked around, admiring the beautiful scenery. She was only thirteen years old, but her mindset is already mature for her age.

"Choi Yerin, come inside. It's freezing!" Her oldest brother called. But she ignored him, jumping around in the snow happily. "But it's so fun!"

Yeonjun lets out a soft chuckle, soon joining her sister. He threw a snowball at her, creating a snowball fight between the two. The entire athmosphere felt so nice as it was filled with joy and laughter between the two.

It was Christmas eve, her parents are busy preparing themselves for the Christmas party. It's a part of their job, they were invited to the party where only the elite families can attend. 

Their laughter slowly faded out as they saw a man and his son walking towards the house next to them. The both frowned, looking at the two with puzzled look plastered on their faces. The boy is wearing a black fur coat and the man is wearing a dark blue suit.

Yerin felt like she'd seen this boy somewhere, but she couldn't pin point where. He somehow looked very familiar to her eyes.

They could hear the faint sound of the man screaming at his own son, muttering hurtful words about how disappointing and deporable the boy was. But he didn't do anything about it, he just stood there looking at the ground. Bewildered by the man standing a few meters away from them, Yerin took a step closer as curiousity took the best of her.

Yeonjun soflty brought his hand to his sister's hand to stop her, pulling her closer to his body. He sensed something bad about this, he didn't like the way the man glared at them. "Come on Yerin, we need to go now."

Yerin nods, turning her head towards the boy once more. A flood of an unfamiliar emotion rushed through her body as soon as they accidentally made eye contact. His exanimate and frosty eyes were filled with hidden tears.

Yerin flinched as her brother pulled her hand, pulling her inside the house. The warmth of her house hits her skin and she could smell the delicious smell of fresh baked cookies and warm coffee as soon as she entered her house. Her body is physically here, inside her house. But her mind is wandering around somewhere else.

Something about that boy astound her.

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"Welcome back, miss. Do you need anything?" Her maid said, smiling at her.

Yerin shook her head, pulling Jisung towards the couch. "Is father home?"

"Your parents are out miss. They have a business meeting to attend."

Yerin lets out a sigh in relief, nodding her head. She grabbed Jisung's hand, pulling her towards the huge stairs, walking up towards her room. Her house is enormous, much like his house. The only difference is her house is more lively, unlike his house.

Her house is filled with many minimalistic yet elegant decorations, just how her mother likes it. They also have a large family picture, while Jisung never even took a single picture with his parents. 

Yerin opened the door, entering her room along with Jisung from behind her. He expected her room to be pink and girly, but he was wrong. Her room is decorated with golden fairy lights, adding a warm tone to her white wall. 

Her room is very clean and tidy. Her shelves are filled with books, mostly fiction and fantasy because she loves reading those type of books. He noticed her Harry Potter book collection as she puts it on display along with some of the wands whe collected.

She puts her bag on the couch, motioning for him to sit on the couch. "So, what social experiment should we do?"

"Can't we do something else? Other than social experiment?"

"It's boring though. What if we observe each other and how we socialize and do our daily things, that's a social experiment right? And it requires team work, the whole point of this experiment." Yerin said, proud of her own idea. Jisung on the other hand, he's not happy with her idea. "No thank you."

"Oh please, do you have any other idea? At least I'm not Mina."

"Very witty." Jisung said sarcastically, making the girl roll her eyes at him. 

He looked over to his right, spotting a white snowglobe. It reminds him of the snowglobe his friend used to gave him when he was little. He stood up, grabbing the snowglobe. It looks exactly the same as his. 

It was the only thing he ever gave him, but his father took it away from him.

"It's a snowglobe. My father gave it to me." Yerin said, noticing how he seems to be interested in the object.

"Oh." He simply said, putting it back to its original place. 

Yerin smiled lightly, sitting next to him on the couch. She opened her bag, grabbing her pen and her notebook. "Alright, so when's your birthday?"

"Are you doing an interview right now?" He frowned

"Well, duh. It's for the social experiment, we're supposed to write an essay about it."

Jisung rolled his eye, leaning back on the couch. "February 5th 2002."

"What's your favorite color?"

"Black."

Yerin snickered upon hearing his answer. "Typical. Okay next what's—"

She stopped in the middle of her sentence when she heard a loud bang from the window. Jisung stood up, opening her white curtains. 

"It's probably a bird," Yerin casually said

But it wasnt.

In fact, someone threw a rock to her window. There stood a man, in the middle of the road, facing her window. He's wearing a black mask, black jeans, black jacket, along with a pair of black converse. 

Jisung squinted his eyes, looking closer at the man. He can't really tell if it was him, the guy with the neck tattoo. He can't see him clearly from up here. 

The man was still holding a rock on his hand when his eyes met a pair of Jisung's vicious eyes. He then proceeds to turn around, walking away from her house. Clenching his fist, Jisung tried to resist the temptation to chase that man. But he didn't have his gun nor his knife with him.  

"Jisung? Is everything okay?"

Jisung slowly unclenched his fist, looking at the girl behind him.

"Yeah."

Yerin frowned, still unconvinced by his answer. "Are you sure?"

"It's fine, let's just go back to our project." He said before looking back once more, looking at where the man stood before. 

sorry for updating really late i have so many tasks god i really hate school