▇ ¨.༊*·˚ ╱ 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘 ♯ ━━ˎ˗
♯ ❝𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆!❞ ✰
- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ by 𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗜𝗘 𝗔𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗦 ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
⋆⋅ ━━━━ ‧ ༻✩༺ ‧ ━━━━ ⋅⋆
i   just   can't   come   between   'em,   they   got
their  𝒐𝒘𝒏   thing.   i  wish   he'd   stop   pretendin',
he  won't   let  his   phone   ring  for   more   than  a
couple  seconds,  oh,  i  think  𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆   two.
two   hearts  just  fallin'  in  and   out   of
love  for   somethin'  new
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★。／｜＼。★

     𝗞𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗡 𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗘𝗢𝗨𝗟, better known as KISS, was a world of its own. The manicured lawns, modern architecture, and perfectly polished uniforms reflected not only wealth but an unspoken hierarchy.

     Students didn't just walk the hallways; they strode with purpose, the weight of their surnames pressing on their shoulders like invisible crowns. Here, ambition was the currency, and status was everything.

     Mina Jeong knew this all too well. She wasn't just another name on the school registry — she was the Mina Jeong, heir to one of Korea's most powerful conglomerates. Her life had been a carefully curated tapestry of privilege and responsibility, her every move scrutinized by family, peers, and tabloids alike.

     Yet, as she strolled through the bustling hallways that afternoon, she didn't seem burdened by it. Her steps were light, her posture relaxed. It was an unseasonably warm day for mid-semester, and the sunlight streaming through the tall windows seemed to catch her perfectly, as if it had been arranged just for her.

     And whispers followed her like shadows in this sunlight.

     "Did you hear? I heard she's dating Yoon."

     "Yoon Seojun? That Yoon?"

     Mina had grown used to the gossip, though it never ceased to amuse her. It wasn't as if she tried to draw attention to herself — quite the opposite. But being who she was meant that even her silence spoke volumes.

     She glanced at her phone as she turned the corner, a soft smile tugging at her lips when she saw a text from Yoon.

     Yoon: Meet me by the lake after class. I have something for you.

     Her heart fluttered, and she bit back a grin. Yoon Seojun, with his quiet confidence and thoughtful demeanor, was a world away from the polished perfection of her classmates. He was her safe haven in a school that often felt like a gilded cage.

     Mina reached her dorm and paused. Min Ho was leaning casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, his perfectly styled hair catching the afternoon light. If Yoon was her safe haven, Min Ho was her constant. They'd been inseparable since childhood, a bond forged long before they understood what their surnames meant.

     But while Mina preferred to stay under the radar, Min Ho thrived in the spotlight. He was the school's golden boy, the unofficial prince of KISS, and his effortless charm ensured that no one ever questioned his place at the top.

     "You're late," Min Ho said, his grin as easy as ever.

     "Late for what?" Mina asked, arching a brow as she approached.

     "For whatever exciting thing we're supposed to do next," he replied, stepping aside with a flourish. Mina rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling.

     Min Ho then followed her inside as she set her bag down. Mina's dorm was a reflection of her personality — clean and understated, with soft neutrals and a single picture of her family on the nightstand. She could feel Min Ho's gaze lingering on it, but he didn't say anything.

     "So, uh," he began, flopping onto her bed without invitation, "what's this I hear about Yoon planning some grand romantic gesture by the lake? Are we talking flowers, music, maybe a horse-drawn carriage?"

     Mina spun around quickly to face him, hands on her hips. "How do you know about that?"

     "Please," Min Ho scoffed, "nothing stays a secret at KISS. The walls have ears, and apparently, so do I."

     Mina sighed, sitting at her desk and pretending to check her schedule. "It's not a big deal. He just wants to talk."

     "Talk," Min Ho repeated, as if the word were foreign to him. "Sure. And I'm the president of the student council."

     She gave him a look, but he held up his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine. I'll leave you to your mysterious little boyfriend. But if he breaks your heart, I'm first in line to punch him."

     Mina shook her head, a laugh escaping before she could stop it. "You're impossible."

     "Impossible but lovable," he corrected, winking as he made his way to the door.

     As the door clicked shut behind him, Mina leaned back in her chair and stared at the text from Yoon. She felt the weight of her world settle back into place; the temporary lightness Min Ho brought fading into the background. Whatever Yoon wanted to talk about, she hoped it would be as simple as his text had made it seem. But deep down, she knew nothing at KISS — or in her life — was ever simple.

     A soft breeze carried the scent of spring through her open window, mingling with the hum of activity outside. Somewhere, the faint chime of the campus bell echoed, a reminder that the world around her never stopped moving. And as Mina prepared to leave, she couldn't shake the feeling that the perfect facade of her life at KISS was about to crack in ways she couldn't yet imagine.