dance | jirose

08 : Moon Talk

Jimin's POV

The night came by fast during the time Rosé and I spent. Although we were together for hours, it felt as if I was with her for just 10 minutes. Time ticked, seconds going away and minutes coming out and minutes going away and hours forming.

The wind blew, playing with Rosé's blonde hair and even mine, messing it. I chuckled softly watching Rosé grumpily pushing her hair back as we walked up the hill. The grass we stepped on made soft crunching noises and felt mushy under our feet.

"Should we sit here?" Rosé turned. Her doe eyes widely opened as a small smile plastered on her pretty face. I nodded, getting the blanket and placing it on the grass as so we can avoid any type of insect crawling onto us when we sit.

Rosé plopped herself onto the seat. Slowly, I made my way beside her. Crickets chirped in the night as we stared at the moon, feeling comfortable in each other's presence.

"Say," I began. "What is it about life you find it thrilling, Rosé?" I asked, facing her for a second before looking back at the silver bullet looking moon on the night sky.

"Hmm," Rosé breathed, leaning back. "I don't know.. Life is boring, useless to be honest. I don't see anything beautiful in it. In the end, all of us are gonna die anyways.. Maybe nature? All the flora and fauna are pretty."

"You are pretty too, like a rose as your name suggests." I uttered softly.

Rosé chuckled, "Cliché, Park, cliché. I heard it a lot."

"But I mean it."

Rosé faced me, lips parted slightly, eyes wide. "Y-you're flattering me." She turned away and pushed her hair back. I chuckled.

"Have you ever had anyone you really liked?" Rosé asked. I shrugged, "I don't think so.. I was so into focusing on my studies that I never really look into my love life. Hell, I never even had a girlfriend." I laughed a little, throwing my head back. "How about you?" Rosé shook her head. "My parents were strict of my relationships with others so I never really managed to get a boyfriend. But, now that I'm older and matured, my parents don't really mind me being in love and doing all sorts of stuff, things that won't get me in trouble."

I hummed softly. "Do you have any sorts of goals?"

"Is eating all the food in the world considered as one?"

I laughed loudly, "Sure, expected from a foodie like you." Rosé giggled and playfully rolled her eyes. "Food is just the best, okay?"

"And, I can't argue with that." Rosé smiled, feeling pleased with my statement.

After our laughter died out, slowly. We stared at the moon together. There is just something in the moon that makes it feel so serene and peaceful. It's just the way it lights up our dark world at night together with its small star pals.

"Do you like the moon, Rosé?"

"I love the moon."

"Why?" I asked as I watched her laying down, hands on her head. I followed her and laid.

"I love how the moon just shines brightly. I love how it's the only one there for me during my darkest times. Don't worry, I'm fine. What I meant is that it helps me relieve my stress by just looking at it and ranting out my problems." Rosé explained.

I nodded slowly before I heard loud clubbing songs in a distance. Night Groove Bar.. I smiled. "Do you still remember our first meeting, Rosé?" Rosé hummed softly. "Talking about the bar, do you know who Venomic is?"

Rosé shrugged, "No idea. I never really met her. People say she is so pretty and all but I don't know."

"Well, in my eyes, you're the pretty one." I said, flirtiness going through my blood. Rosé giggled, "What's up with you today?"

"Nothing, just you being stuck in my head. Don't you feel tired for being up all night in my head?"

"Shut up!" Rosé laughed, rolling her eyes. 

I chuckled, "Rosé, the moon is beautiful, isn't it?"

so yep, speeding up the book and
is going to end very very soon :)