Apa cuman Seonghyeon nya Cherrilane yang udah kece dari lahir?

Aku juga ngga kalah kece dari seonghyeon itu kan, ceyiss? 😎🤏

This afternoon felt unusually hot, and I had just finished my last assignment before the teacher finally let us go home. I, Cherrilane's Louis, walked out of my classroom while quietly humming to myself, making my way toward the class that still looked busy because a teacher was inside.

Not long after, Calsearth’s Woojin finally came out and we decided to go home together. Before heading back, we stopped by a cat café nearby and spent more time there than we originally planned. Watching him play with the cats somehow became the highlight of my day.

Later that night, we wandered around the streets looking for random street food stalls, sharing snacks exchanged small conversations, and laughed over things that honestly were not even that funny. Still, the city lights and the warm atmosphere somehow made everything feel nice. Nothing particularly special happened today, but somehow, everything felt warm with him around.

The café had become one of their usual spots — the kind of place where the staff already recognized them as the twins who always ordered matching drinks without planning to. While waiting for their coffees, they sat across from each other bickering over small things like whose fashion sense influenced the other first, even though everyone around them could already tell they shared the same habits.

Ningning Cherrilane's kept adjusting the sleeves of her oversized shirt while quietly eyeing the cheesecake on the table, pretending she didn’t want any. Meanwhile, O.de Cherrilane's stayed bundled in his jacket, hiding half his face whenever she pointed her camera toward him, which only made her laugh harder. Their conversations jumped from random jokes to unfinished stories so naturally that sometimes they spoke over each other at the exact same moment.

The warm café lights reflected against the windows as the city outside slowly turned darker, but neither of them seemed to notice how much time had passed. Two iced coffees melted beside the half-finished dessert while they continued talking about absolutely nothing important — the kind of conversations only siblings could somehow stretch for hours.

By the end of the afternoon, nothing extraordinary had happened. Just the quiet comfort of twins spending time together, existing in sync the way they always had since the beginning.