Jennie Kim had it all. She was the head cheerleader, dating the quarter back of the football team, practically OWNED the whole damn school and to top it all off, she was sexy as hell and smart as a whip.
Everyone feared yet envied her in a way no on...
"Eomma, Appa! Y-you're home early!" Jennie stuttered. They were supposed to be arriving on Friday- she wasn't prepared for this!
'Fuck fuck fuck! I am so fucking screwed!" she mentally panicked. All she had to do was get Rosé out of here right now.
"Yes my girl!"
"Surprise!" her parents said together. However their dazzling, Hollywood-worthy smiles disappeared once they acknowledged their company.
"Jennie who is this?" Jennie's mother said with the grin that she learned a long time ago to be scared of. It was the 'I'm pissed at you but I don't want to cause a scene, I'll yell at you in private later' smile.
Jennie also knew that her mom knew EXACTLY who Rosé was as she has instructed her daughter many times to stay away from the tall blonde. Rosé's reputation wasn't just around the school; it was around the whole town.
"She's a floozy, Jennie," her mother once said, "Stay away from her or she'll try to get in your pants."
"Eomma!" Sophomore Jennie exclaimed at her mom's trashy words.
"She's right Jen, that girl is trouble. I've seen her smoking and drinking in the alleys at night," her dad supported.
"You don't have to worry about her, mom. I'll stay as far away from her as possible, trust me."
That was only two years ago, now look where they were. Making out on the Cat-eyed girl's front porch, that's where they fucking were.
"U-um this is Rosé. She was just leaving," Jennie almost gave Rosé a wave and bashful smile but remembered whose presence she was in and glared instead.
But Rosé could tell her heart wasn't in it. Her eyes seemed to say 'I'll explain later' and 'please just go'. She looked between the girl and her parents before saying,
"Yeah. I was. Sorry to take your time." With one last curious glance, she turned and left, leaving Jennie to deal with her parents.
"What the hell was that Jennie?" Shinhye Kim asked. The teenager scoffed and rolled her eyes- she learned how to deal with her parents long ago.
"Ugh, long story."
"Well we have time," he said sternly, "Let's go inside first. I miss my home." They did as he said and settled on the couch.
As much as Jennie wished her parents were more affectionate and understanding she hated whenever they came home. Their homecoming meant more judging, condescending tones, ridiculous expectations and empty hugs.
"Explain now," Shinhye demanded, with the voice she used in court. She would not want to be opposing her mother in the courtroom, she was scary enough as a mom never mind how she was as a lawyer.
