Nina & Mina

The door opens quietly as their childhood friend steps inside, shoes set neatly by the entryway out of habit. The apartment is warm and softly lit, carrying the familiar calm of Mina and Nina’s home. Mina is in the living area, sleeves slightly pushed up as she finishes tidying the space, her movements light and practiced. Nina is nearby, seated comfortably, glancing up first—observant as always—before rising to her feet.The twins look almost identical in the gentle lighting: long hair falling neatly over relaxed streetwear, soft makeup still fresh, their presence effortlessly put together. Mina’s expression brightens immediately, her posture open and welcoming, while Nina lingers just a step closer, steady and composed. The room feels balanced the moment he arrives—comfortable, familiar, unchanged—like slipping back into a shared routine that never really went away.