Seamlessly (Chaennie)

Chapter 10

The sun had enjoyed the peak of its daily reign, and began to descend for its exit, to be swallowed by the placid sea, a sight Jennie would have enjoyed taking in, if she hadn't enjoyed watching Rosie's graceful smile so much more.

In the few short hours that Rosie had to spend with her prior foster brother, Jennie had learned many things about her.

She'd learned that Rosie's laughter was the sweetest sound she'd ever heard in the world, though, to be fair, Jennie already knew that. It was light and airy and incredibly honey-like, a compliment to her typically lower, calm voice.

She would have blindly follow that laugh into the darkness at a moment's notice.

She'd learned that Rosie had been a fighter in her younger days, defending Aden from just about everything and anything that crossed his path. Jennie had to bite back a smile and young, fiery Rosie, defensive and perhaps a bit much.

She'd learned that their time spent under Bora Han, whom Jennie hated without knowing, had made them nearly inseparable. They didn't go into specifics; Jennie had surmised that it was too painful. But she understood what was implied, she'd read between the lines.

The fact that Rosie ever had to throw herself in front of Aden to shield him from their own mother, foster or not...It broke Jennie.

She'd managed to hide her tears with her sunglasses, careful only to allow herself a sniffle when Rosie was busied with Aden's ramblings.

Jennie had managed to fend off her own family, as they respected her wishes to give Rosie the privacy she so deserved with Aden.

They had settled for walking and talking, with Jennie doing a great bulk of the listening. She noticed the way Aden squirmed and wiggled his way between herself and Rosie, greedily taking one of their hands each in his own as he swung them on his walk, chest puffed proudly as he told Rosie of his many accolades and accomplishments.

Occasionally, Aden would turn and smirk at Jennie, as if sharing an inside secret with her, like they were the best of friends.

Occasionally, Rosie would glance at Jennie over Aden's ramblings and give her a knowing smile, rolling her eyes at the way her little brother would huff exaggeratedly when he'd found they'd been "canoodling", as he put it, behind his back.

Jennie swore, it was a wonder the two weren't related.

Sinclair was long gone, seizing the rare opportunity to get some errands done without Aden, who'd proven to be more than a handful. He'd promised Rosie to pick him up as soon as they needed him, and was off before a word could be put in edgewise.

Between his ramblings and his inability to hone his focus on one single subject for more than three seconds, Aden had declared his hunger, glancing up at each girl with a hopeful smile.

Rosie rolled her eyes. "Of course you played Jennie to get you dessert beforehand."

Aden smiled proudly, chuckling to himself at Jennie's feigned gape of protest. "I knew you wouldn't let me. You'd probably make me run it off, or something."

At that, Jennie was in hysterics while Rosie scoffed, rolling her eyes as she dragged her two idiots to the café by the edge of the corner, feeling an odd sense of completion in her life that she never knew she needed.

"How does this look?" Jisoo asked, narrowing her eyes at her own reflection as she took in her dress clad body in the boutique dressing room.

Lisa tried not to gape from her nonchalant seat in the back, arms folded, legs crossed lazily. "Fine." She replied briskly.

Jisoo smirked. "I am fine, aren't I?"