Paparazzi.

1: summer times.

The azure sky stretches endlessly above Seoul,  a seamless canvas of a clear, sunny warmth, the sun showers its golden embrace, painting the heavens with hues of brilliance, not a single cloud dares to interrupt the celestial symphony, a symmetry offerings the gods have blessed, all in one, allowing the comforting warmth to permeate every corner of the city.

July, a month adorned in the splendor of summer, unfolds in Seoul with a vibrant tapestry of experiences. The sunlit days bring a sultry atmosphere that dances upon the city, while evenings offer a gentle breeze, carrying whispers of freedom, in July..the city of Seoul becomes a lively stage, where festivals, laughter, and the pulse of urban life harmonizes beneath the summer sky..and in the heart of this stage, an angelic girl strolls confidently, coffee in hand, as if Helios, the god of the sun himself approves of her every step, the cityscape becomes a canvas of her graceful, holly and majestic presence, a harmonious blend of sunshine and sophistication.

Her hair, sunny, soft and blessed by Aphrodite, sways behind her creating a perfect motion, although the girl radiated nothing but confidence, her presence remains conciliatory, Park Rosé's proclivity to make every head in the room turn was not something to underestimate.

Her friends always have told her that she was born to shine, she was a star the sky has vomited, rosé was a rare kind of flower that simply blooms everywhere, yet rosé never actually learned how to flourish. Her voice was honeyed by the higher power, the sky has made sure that she was a perfect child, ever since life was ejaculated into her fragile young body, she only learned how to impress, only received love and adoration, the flower was beautiful since day one, the star was always so shiny, people swear they see her chest radiating brilliance akin to a field of stars, her luminous ability becomes a mesmerizing constellation, captivating those fortunate enough to witness her extraordinary talent.

It seems like everything was perfect for the seraphic goddess, yet it somehow wasn't, fates are a very complicated chains of decisions, heavily dependent on luck, the woman was most definitely a blessed child, but the older she gets in age, the more dimly the flicker of light becomes. She feels darkness overcomes her, and she just gives up and lays in the cold ground of normality, unfamiliarity and peace.

But people like her, gifted to do grand things, shouldn't know the patterns of peace, they shouldn't accustom to any form of quotidian life where cameras don't flash at your face every passing mili second!

Rosé, felt like an anomaly amongst the dancing bodies, her steps lost their track, and she looked up at the luminous sky unable to move, she doesn't like the melody everybody danced to. She wanted to blame anyone for the failure she turned out to be, yet no physical entity was responsible for her destiny, she couldn't really pinpoint anyone to blame, so she looked at the skyline, then she diverted her eyes to the sun, challenging it in a strange starring competition.

A fair amount of advertisements decorated the skyscrapers of the city, most of them were pictures of public figures, models, idols, actors and even athletes, different brands ambassadors, different concepts, all coming together to create an illusion of unity, a contrast between the colors was a blueprint of the city, this is Seoul. However, a pair of eyes starred back at rosé's in an almost intimate moment, she found herself an audience to a visionary spectacle, he was fairly good-looking, handsome even, maybe one of the most attractive people she has seen, maybe the most beautiful of all of them, rosé wasn't sure, but the captivating figure on the billboard reflects a certain charm and allure, which had the girl prisoned in a haze of starstruck enchantment, looking at him, so naturally smiling, so perfectly existing made the girl want to hurl back to her dorm and cry herself to sleep.

Rosé envies those blessed more than her.

So naturally, she finally sets her self free, freeing her hands from the manacles firmly immobilizing her movements, she escaped his starring gaze. She didn't have a clue of her direction, at some point, she didn't even notice her surroundings, because she was just trying to get away from those eyes, she still felt them piercing the back of her head, laughing at her misery.