Yours Truly

7: A Bond stronger than the strongest ones

The door slammed with the loudest ever noise. Her body sliding down, till her knees hit the cold floor. Why were they fighting? That over someone else's family. Why? Why couldn't the Kims just be like before?
As if the before was pleasant. Cold dinners, empty tables. That's what you get for having a mother who is a business woman and a father who is amongst the best surgeons in the city. But never did they fightin their whole life. Atleast not in front of their little darling, Jennie.
Her fingers rubbing away her tears. Her teeth sinking down her bottom lip trying to hold back her sobs. She didn't wanna show her fragile side to anyone. Anyone.
Why were her parents fighting? Yeah right. About the Mins. How they rose to the top. How now the Kims are the second best. Mrs. Kim blames her Mr. Mr. Kim blames his Mrs.
Why did her father change as well? Her mother was always this focus business woman. She was the best in her game. Why did her father seem to change into one as well?
And who is this Min guy? Who has been slowly helping his father and mother in business. He was somewhat around Jennie's age. Maybe a few years older. But whoever he is, Jennie hates him as well.
This beauty that someone has after crying. Flushed cheeks and nose, eyelashes grouped together, a glow left by the tears.
The most unsaturated image of herself in front of her eyes. Changes in her peeking out. The small freckles adding to her insecurities. She hated her reflection cause no one liked it anyways.

"You're here, there's nothing I fear
And I know that my heart will go on
We'll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart and
My heart will go on and on."
The high note was chef's kisses. Her eyes closed. Taking deep breaths. A smile at the corner of her lips. She finally mastered THE high note she's been after for weeks.
"That was amazing!"
Rosé jumped up, startled by the voice. Seeing a yound man. Maybe her batchmate. She knows him.
Park Jimin. The good kid. He was a shy little munchkin. Always having girls all over him. And his voice? Even though they were in different grades. Rosé had heard snippets of him sing. And she had heard from lisa about this senior of them who danced so gracefully that one can't even master his skills in a thousand years.
"You're Park Jimin right?"
She saw how friendly and warm and soft he looked. His wide smile and eyes turned into crescents. His laugh was a comfort zone on its own.
"Glad to know that you know me, Rosé. I mean you are known as the vocal goddess, you know? Even seniors know you."
Rosé felt her cheeks heat up, eyes looking at his feet. Tucking back her long, dark hair behind her ears.
Jimin saw how beautiful she looked. He has never seen her black her before. But he has seen her smile. He has seen her get shy. And she looks like such a good person. A soft marshmallow.
"Love your hair. It suits you."
"But I don't like it that much. I loved it when it was blonde. I know it suits me and I look good. But I still love the blinde ones better."
"That's fine Roseanne. If you like it, it's absolutely okay. But sometimes you get to accept change if you can't dodge it."
A halo behind him. An invisible halo only Rosé could see. His feathery wings and heavenly voice. He can easily pass for an angel.
"Wanna hang out sometime soon?"
Rosé loved taking initiatives. She loved hunting down people of her own kind and filling her own troope. Some people of her own kinds.

The warm water hitting her long locks. It felt nice to relax after a tirind practice. She just couldn't be happt wirh herself. It needed to be perfect.
Today was obnoxiously good. She had all the classes she liked. She had literature with Sierra and P.E with Rosé. She met Jennie in between history and maths, then waljed home with Jisoo. She also bunped into the most shy kid of her batch. Jeon Jungkook.
Doe eyes fluttering away from her doll eyes. His tall figure bowing continuously. His heavenly voicing apologising in a rhythm. Even though they were the same age, he kept a formal demeanour.
Lisa would love to bump with him again. Just to assure him that she was alright and he doesn't need to be sorry. Just hear his voice again. Just once more.

"Cause I know how much you like it."
A dish of mango sticky rice. Mouth watering enough for her. She has became habituated to the korean cuisine by now, but her roots? What about her roots? She goes round and round, at the end of the day she comes back to the thai cuisine after all.
"Hmm... I love it!"
Pro tip. Lisa groans when the food is amazing. Her eyes widen. So if you ever witness her like this, don't think she's possesed. She just loved the food.
The Manobal's just looked at their precious little daughter with all the admiration in this world.
"Glad you liked it Priya."
Only her parents were allowed to call her that. Priya. Short for Pranpriya. Her father kissed the top of her head. She was adored and loved.

"Dad, would you love me even if I changed?"
Lisa was always her daddy's girl. She loved being with the fluffy, hugable man. Marco messed her hair up,
"Your mommy and I will love you, no matter what. You are our most precious belonging. Now tell me, is something or someone bothering you? If someone is, you can always tell me. I trust you that you can beat them up, but sometimes you gotta leave things to Daddy Manobal, okay Priya?"
Lisa snuck her arms around her father. Finding a comfort zone. He patted her back. Her voice low,
"I'm glad that out of all the people in this world you are my dad."