After a difficult few years, Lisa Manoban is forced to move universities to live with her estranged father and his fiancé in Seoul where she is anything but happy.
But upon arriving at her new home, she is greeted by the mysterious Jennie Kim who s...
It was my first week working in the music store and I was quickly adjusting to my new role. It felt exciting, my confidence surged as I paved my own path in life to one of independence.
For as long as I could remember, music had always been a crucial factor in my life. Things made more sense in rhythm, in lyrics, in instrumentals. Everything I wanted to express could be summed up in a song, a few words or a melody that could magically always seem to say everything I wanted to say regardless of whatever mood I was in. So when everything eventually seemed to change, music remained as a constant source of calm in my life.
Lately, I'd often recall late night conversations with my mother about my own future. She too loved music and she encouraged me to pursue my passion. I remember the day I started to dance and she would cheer along at every performance, she'd never miss a rehearsal and would always find time to take me to my singing lessons.
It was years later when my father had left that I realised the sacrifices she'd made of having to keep 2 jobs to support us both yet still ensuring I never lost that dream of music. I wish I could have told her how thankful I was.
I admired her as my role model and always would and though this job was only the first step into the world of music, it was like things were finally headed in the right direction. It was a speck of hope that I'd be living that sought after dream surrounded by music.
"There's a party at my dorm next weekend if you want to attend." I vaguely heard Rosé say as I was zoning out, listening to the music in the background on the stereo whilst carefully stocking the latest albums on one of the shelves.
"Lisa, everything okay?" Rosé said, nudging my arm gently with a smile. She was wearing her hair in braid again as it fell effortlessly over her shoulder. With light make up and a flowery perfume that made my heart skip a beat the more time I spent around her.
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"Yeah sorry, you were saying something about a party?" I stated in confusion, having missed half of the conversation.
"You don't have to go if you don't want to but I'd be great if you can go. I'd like it if you were there with me.." Since our dinner last week, Rosé had been more and more flirtatious. I really liked her but still wasn't good at expressing myself and Jennie's words of disagreement seemed to continue to echo in my head as if oddly on repeat.
"I'm not sure I can go." I muttered, thinking back again to Jennie again who'd I'd been spending most of the week with as we 2 had gotten to know each other better.
"Is it because of your obsessed girlfriend?" Rosé joked. After how Jennie had reacted at the restaurant, she was often making comments about how Jennie had possessive feelings for me.
"I don't have a girlfriend. I have a... Jennie? Besides, she's not obsessed." I muttered back, placing the next albums neatly in a stack.
"Okay we'll just pretend she's not." She said, making me roll my eyes with a small smile as she began checking through the stocklist with me at the counter.
