"It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being."
~John Joseph Powel
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Chaeyoung read somewhere that when you fall in love, it's like a temporary madness. That it erupts like an earthquake. Everything made sense when she woke up next to Jungkook the next morning, sunlight coming from the window next to the bed, his soft pout, his acne scars, curled tendrils of his hair falling in his face but mostly, how his hand was draped around her body keeping her close, part of his weight on her body, making her feel warm.
It was like having a personal room heater.
But as adorable as he looked at the moment, she took a moment to ponder. Her thoughts running in circles. She was Park Roseanne or also known as Park Chaeyoung. A normal girl from Australia, with a love for music. Somehow as fate happened, she was now an idol known as Rosé in a popular group. But she remained the same girl from Australia always. The one who would pig out at the canteen, sit on her piano and play herself a lullaby, the same girl who got into a cheerleading team, the one who sang in a church choir, the one living a peaceful life. It did bother her at times. If she vanished would people still remember her? Would they look for her? The fear of oblivion prickling closer and closer but never quite settling in. As the reminder of her achievements was always set at the back of her mind.
To have more years to come of many more comebacks and and perhaps solo albums. To have a success people dream of that she's living. Many people would want to take her place. But she won't give up because she wants it more.
But everything and every emotion came at any halt when her fingers lightly brushed Jungkook's cheek. A smile settling on her face. She has another success most people don't have. To have loved someone with everything in their being, their soul, their ups, their shortcomings.. wholeheartedly and with a smile.
"Good morning." Her thoughts were interrupted by a deep voice. She would be hundred percent believed she was dreaming up that voice as his eyes were still closed, but she'd never heard him use that tone before.
It was well.. very sexy.
"Good morning." She replied nevertheless, checking his face for some movement, some indication that she didn't just dream up that voice.
His hold on her waist tightened in response, bringing her more closer, burying his nose on the side of neck, inhaling. Too close.
Her heart in overdrive, she took a deep breathe to calm down. Was this the same person who was fumbling last night on her sight.
"I'm not a hallucination now, am I?" She managed to laugh out.
