𝙈𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇, 𝙈𝙔 𝙎𝙐𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍 (Eng.Ver) | CHAELISA

여섯: Pretty girls, motorcycle rides and starry nights.

 None of them seemed to want to go home after leaving the coffee shop, just standing awkwardly beside each other with their backs turned to the glass door that had a few red lights attached to it, illuminating the empty sidewalk.

"So," Rosé started and Lisa immediately glanced up at the older girl, like she was expecting her to say something for as long as they have been standing there. "Do you want to go to the park? It's a few blocks away from here."

Lisa nods and Rosé seemed to be ready to make her way through the dark streets by walking, but the actress had another thing in mind.

"Take this," Lisa handed Rosé an extra helmet she kept with her in case of an emergency, and the singer's face immediately turned red. "What? You never rode one of these?"

The older one shakes her head and Lisa smirks. "There's always a first time for everything, let's go."

Rosé hesitantly jumps on the motorcycle and struggles to find her balance, whining for a while before she finally could stand over the unexpectedly comfortable seat without a problem. Lisa , on the other side, is doing her best to not burst out laughing at the singer's evident struggle, but she's just too cute to handle.

Lisa decides to be bold and wraps the girl's arms around her thin waist, looking over her shoulder as she did just so she could wink at the older one, who was clearly flustered by the actress's actions.

"Ready?" Lisa asks and she feels the singer nod, so she just turns the vehicle on and darts through the quiet midnight streets of Seoul, silently enjoying the way Rosé's arms seemed to be completely glued around her waist, unwilling to let go.

Lisa loves nights like this, when it's just her, the stars in the sky and her motorcycle disappearing through the familiar corners of the city. It's still funny to her how she ended up becoming an actress — eight years old Lisa who used to dream about becoming a professional motocross rider would be very disappointed at her slightly taller, snobbier seventeen years old self.

(Eight years old Lisa would absolutely love to be called a reckless teenager someday, that's for sure. Seventeen years old Lisa shivers at the thought.)

But she isn't alone with the stars and the moon this time. She has a pretty, older girl grabbing her waist for dear life and giggling nervously on her ear everytime she does a dangerous curve, and even though Lisa never imagined something like this would happen to her, she thinks she can get used to it.

Rosé's grip around her body gets stronger. Yeah, she definitely could get used to it.