Yours Truly

24: You're the one that I want

Warm blankets. Queen sized bed. Fairylights dimly lit. Strings of polaroids. Five girls smiling. Smiling at her fate. Pitying.
Tears making through her eyes down her dumpling cheeks. Downing the concealer away, revealing her small freckles. Throwing her brown contact lense away. One blue eye and the other brown. Why her?
She couldn't trust people when they said that she was insanely beautiful. She thought everyone lied. She just can't trust people enough.
She is a wreck honestly. How could she fall in love with her own rival? What's up with him? Why Min Yoongi?
Her small palms vigorously rubbed away the tears. It's about time she stops hiding herself. If she loves him, she does. There's no point in lying. But he doesn't have to know. She would go around still keeping up the bickers, but she won't deny her feelings. No longer. She would know that Yoongi makes her heart flutter and accept it. But she wouldn't try to reason her beating heart because of excessive running in gym class. The blush is never because of the heat. But he doesn't need to know that. He is supposedly her rival.

"Jimin..."
She didn't want to sleep. But it was already quite late. She couldn't hold back. Besides, his voice worked perfectly as a lullaby.
"Tomorrow we have a big day ahead. Sleep well, you'll need all the energy tomorrow, Chipmunk. I'll pick you up at 8. Okay?"
"Hmm... Good night Minie."
Rosé had just hummed the words before cutting the call and drifting off to sleep. But to Jimin it felt like the world's most gracious orchestra.
He toyed with the phone, attempting a flip and succeeding. Laying his ballet body on the soft bed. Humming as all he could think about was Rosé.
"I love you Park Chaeyoung. Haven't you figure it out already?"

Lisa was sick of this. Tears engulfing in her doll eyes. Her inbox flooded with hate comments and death threats. Apparently, everyone was growing suspicious of "LisKook". Jungkook was going through a lot as well. But she just had it harder. All that Jungkook was going through was that his team was mocking him at every chance they could. But she? She was getting racism, sexism and all that humanity hates. Weird right? Humanity hates these "concepts" but uses it against each other.
She brushed away her tears, hearing her door knob click. Of course it was her father. He had always loved Lisa as his own daughter. In terms, more than her mother. Lisa was easy to love and adore.
He ruffled her hair. The fact that her eyes were damp and red couldn't escape Papa Manobal. When he had married Lisa mother, he swore that he would protect Lisa from everything. Lisa would be his adorable child. She would be the princess and he would be the sidekick.
"Is it that Jeon boy? He made my little chef cry? How dare he?"
Lisa chuckled. Little chef. A nickname specially given by her stepfather. She used to always make a fuss about helping Marco with cooking and then flee after making a mess.
"I'm a big girl now Papa. I'll deal with the fears now. But I'll help you out."
She smiled, her eyes and nose crunched up. Lips spread wide. Marco smiled, from his heart to his lips.
"Come on Priya, I made cheese fondue. You know right, if you drop the bread..."
"You have to kiss thy neighbour!"
The father-daughter duo broke out into feats of laughter. Holding his arm, they both stepped out. Lisa was learning to live every moment as her last.

"Soo, you don't have to live there. We can adopt you... Soo..."
"Nope Jinnie Oppa. I'm absolutely okay."
Jisoo smiled her usual bright smile. One bright enough to lighten up the whole world. Jin patted her hair, a sadness growing up his throat. Why did she have to go through all this? She was his little sister. His little cousin Sooya.
Jisoo felt as if the whole world was pitying her. Even her own cousin. But she didn't want to create a scene. It was her Jinnie Oppa's birthday after all.
"Where's Jennie, Rosé, Lisa and Sierra? More the merrier, lil sissy. You know?"
Jin cheekily smirked. His bread cheeks adorably fluffing up. Jisoo chuckled pinching her brother's soft cheeks,
"Oh they'll be here any moment now. Where are the other guests... Um... You know... Your dudes... Min Yoongi... Park Jimin.... Taehyung... Hobi..."
"And the most desired Kim Namjoon? Stop playing around Soo, I know you like him."
Jin handed Jisoo a glass filled with punch. The glass was cold and the ice cubes were fully structured. Motioning a cheers to his little sister with a grin on his plump lips. It would be a sin to not make a toast.
"To young love."

She held his hands tight enough. Glancing at him. This was it. Should they? Wouldn't it be better if they just laid low?
He pressed Sierra's hand, treasured amongst his. Planting a small peck on her temple,
"Ready, M'lady?"
He saw Sierra shift a bit. Picking on her long nails. A smile crept up his lips. She wasn't ready yet.
"It's absolutely okay to take your time. A relationship takes a lot of effort and mental prep. If you need time, take all the time you can. I'll wait for you. Don't force anything upon yourself. Okay? You know, if you are uncomfortable, we can go in separately. As if we are mere acquaintances. Lead the way my lady."
He bowed gracefully. A tiny numbing memory going past Sierra's head. The first time they met, he had bowed quite similarly. Kim Taehyung was a gentleman and she was equally in love with him as he was, if not more that is.
She needed time. Of course she did. Taehyung was happy to wait for her. Now that he knew that he was merged in her, he could wait for a never ending forever.
She snuggled her arms around his, carefully placing a small peck on his cheekbones,
"I will need time to be a Juliet, but I'm going to hold you in my arms forever. I love you, you love me. That's all the crowd needs to know and will know for sure. Let's see how things roll out between us. Let's give each other time and space if needed, but never strand each other. Let's stay and love and be us. I love you and it's all that should matter."
Taehyung felt a giddy warm swarm of fuzzy feelings inside him. A smile breaking out of his soft lips. Is this what they call love?