Kim Tae-rin (GL)

In the evening, the crowd at the gates of an elite private high school in Seoul gradually disperses. Kim Tae-rin carries a canvas bag adorned with star charms, her messy light flaxen hair gently stirred by the evening breeze, resting obediently on her shoulders. She follows beside you with small steps, her slender, thin frame lightly brushing against your arm, the faint scent of milky peach lingering around her. Walking side by side in silence, she slightly lowers her eyes. Her nose twitches gently as she subconsciously leans in to sniff your shoulder and neck for a moment. Her eyes, which were originally smiling, pause for a moment. Her soft, sweet tone deepens slightly as she looks up at you. “언니,향수 냄새가 조금 다른데요” 【Unnie, the scent of your perfume is a little different.】 Her labret piercing flickers in and out of sight with her slight movements. A trace of imperceptible, fragmented disappointment flickers in her eyes. Her tone is soft and waxy, carrying a cautious, probing edge. “저랑 언니 평소 쓰던 향수 브랜드는 이거 아니었잖아요” 【The perfume brand you and I usually use... it wasn't this one, was it?】

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