Chapter 76: Diaries and Withered Rose Petals Pt. 2

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(Please listen to Blackpink's Really from above as you read.)

Ryujin's P.O.V

I settled into a comfy position and turned to the next page, becoming more immersed in the diary the more I read.

March 18th, 2001

Dear Diary,

I couldn't write my entry for a month because I either did my assignments or talked with Lisa on phone every time I came back to the dorm. In addition, my days have been quite hectic lately.

Now, it's 5 in the morning and I'm writing this diary while waiting for Jennie to finish her shower, so that we can get out together for breakfast.

Days were really eventful. Haha. After my first day at the university, Lisa brought her roommate along with her to sit at our table during lunch break. Her roommate's also a Korean like me and she has the same surname as Jennie. Kim Jisoo's her name. Her father's a chairman who owns The Kim Corporation, a gigantic and renowned conglomerate of companies in Korea. She also said that she's been living in Korea since birth. However, we've never met before. Things were rainbows and sunshine until Jisoo accidently spilled hot coffee all over Jennie's limited edition Juicy Couture hoodie- which irked the latter to the extent that she began to lash out at poor Jisoo. Lisa and I had to held the two quarreling girls back before a vehement fight could break out.

Honestly, it was quite annoying how they would pick on each other in every break we met. Jennie never stopped calling Jisoo "Babo"- an idiot in Korean language- since then, and the latter would try to taunt the other with pranks and jokes.

On the other hand, Lisa and I have grown closer. Talking on phone while looking at each other from the balconies until late night has become our daily routine. It's funny how I got sulky one night because Lisa fell asleep without giving me a call or informing me. She had to comfort me the next day since I was acting grumpy to her. The way she comforted me was cringeworthy to say the least. It was embarrassing how she kept calling me "Babe" and acting cute to me the whole day until I had to stop my grumpy act. As if it isn't bad enough, she keeps calling me "Babe" whensoever she feels like it. Not that I hate it... It just makes my face heat up, and I don't want her to see it. I didn't even react much when my friends teased me with that endearment back in Korea, but why do I feel weird when Lisa calls me that? What's so different about her? God. It's really embarrassing though. I hope she stops calling me that.

I gotta go now since Jennie's already done with her shower.

Why would mom blush because a girl called her "babe"? I leaned back against the foot of her bed, chuckling dryly as I imagined her sulky face. I can't believe that she got sulky just because Lisa- Aunt Lisa didn't talk with her on the phone for just one night. Wait. She sounded a bit like Yeji whenever I forget to send her my voice message to lull her to sleep. God Jihyo! I miss Yeji!

April 17, 2001

Oh wait! It's the date of All In Us' Joanne's birth! Isn't it cool how me and my bias, Joanne, look slightly identical and our birthdays are also the same. People can mistake us for being twins if I was born six years earlier.

Dear Diary,

I've been receiving mysterious bouquets of roses from someone, but he never writes his real name on the bouquet cards. The identity he uses to send me flowers is "The Little Prince", which is the protagonist from Antoine de Saint-Exupéry's novella of the same name. That's how I know the sender's gender. It's sweet how he wrote in one of the cards: "You're a rose that should be treasured, for your beauty is beyond compare, inside and outside it resides." I actually love the meaning behind these words. However, I don't remember being close enough to a guy for him to know if I'm beautiful inside and out or not. Not a single guy really knows everything about me. Is he just flattering me? Still, I appreciate his efforts and intentions since it's quite touching to receive a beautiful bouquet of roses every day. Thus, I kept the wilted petals inside a class jar.
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