untouchable ♡𝅼

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏ my paradise

❀ Lisa ❀

I helped Rosé gather the books and put them on a shelf. We'd probably come back to study and wouldn't need to carry them around the school. The blonde was strangely quiet, avoiding eye contact. At first, I thought it was because of what she represented to everyone—a mortal danger—but as days passed, she started opening up and smiling more, until today. Today, she completely stopped looking at me.

"I acted like an idiot with you at first," I blurted out suddenly. She finally looked at me. "I'm sorry."

"You were just trying to protect Jisoo, or rather, Jennie," she shrugged and picked up her backpack from the floor.

"Maybe. But even so, I could have been more polite." I picked up my own backpack, along with Jisoo's and Mingyu's, which were lying around. "Can you help me carry these?"

"Sure." She grabbed Somi's and Jennie's backpacks and opened the door, a faint smile shining on her face. "I like you guys, you know?"

"You like us?" I laughed ironically. "And you're not supposed to? We're your friends."

"I know. The only friends I have and will have my whole life! No one else will trust me once they know where I come from." She sighed heavily.

"I know where you come from, I'm your friend, and I still don't trust you!" I shrugged.

"You're pretty honest, aren't you?" she laughed strangely. I smiled and nodded affirmatively. "You really should be careful! Jennie is right about everything she said!"

"I know, Jennie is always right!" I sighed now. Deep down, I knew it was all true.

"You shouldn't mock her!" the blonde scolded me.

"I'm not. Jennie is my girlfriend, I know her very well! She might worry too much, but she has the best reasoning I know. If anyone can tell me to be careful, it's her!" I stopped in the hallway. "I just don't like being left out, you understand? Like the two of us are right now!"

"We're not left out," she smiled, shrugging. "We're just staying in the background. You know, someone has to keep things in order and study, or how will we pass the answers to them?"

"You're hilarious, you know that?" I laughed heartily. "If you like to think that way, I'm not going to argue!" I shrugged.

"Hello."

I turned as soon as I heard that voice. She shouldn't be at the school.

Her laugh started softly from inside her and then erupted loudly down the hallway. How she managed to get in, I don't know, but she did.

"Your father is an idiot, you know?" she shrugged. "He should have married me. I gave so many years of my life to him, took care of him in this school, always stayed by his side. But when it was time to choose a woman to carry on the lineage, he chose your stupid mother!"

"Shut up," I snarled.

"And now, when we were finally going to return to power, once again he chose wrong! He chose your damned mother and you! We could go so far; we could have the world in our hands! But he gave it all up just because he believes in the power of a family! Marcus Manoban betrayed his blood."

"His blood is me! He never betrayed me." I stood taller, ready to dodge any attack she seemed to want to make at any moment with something she was hiding in her coat. "You're the cursed one, you ignorant cow! If you think my father chose the wrong side, then I don't know why he's still winning!"

"Don't insult me, you idiot!" she pulled out what she was hiding in her clothes—it was a gun.

"Rosé, call someone!"

"She's not going to call anyone; I'm the one who raised her!" she laughed heartily. Rosé tensed up.

"Rosé, she doesn't love you! Call someone! Remember? We're your only friends and always will be! Think about what Jisoo would want you to do!"

"She'll be the queen of all this one day! Do you think she'd waste so much power for a fake friendship?" the woman in front of me started laughing.

"Rosé, please!" I begged through gritted teeth as the lunatic pointed the gun in my direction.

"Goodbye, little Manoban!" she gave a final sneering smile before pulling the trigger.

"NO!" I barely heard the scream coming from the hall entrance to the left.

The woman jumped out of the window as soon as she heard a fourth voice.

I heard Rosé's footsteps disappear down the corridor. She chose the right side. I felt as if hot iron rods were being driven into my chest, burning everything in their path. And beneath me, I felt a thick liquid beginning to soak the ground behind my clothes. My blood.

"My love, tell me you're okay." My Jennie knelt beside me, her face bathed in tears. "Please, talk to me!"

"Why did you come back?" I asked; I needed the answer.

"Because I felt scared being away from you," she whispered, holding my hand tightly. "Rosé will be back soon. She was just scared. You're going to be fine. You'll see." She whispered everything very quickly, looking around for something to help me and squeezing my hand even tighter.

"Stay calm," I whispered.

I felt the blood leaving my chest, felt myself getting weaker, but being with Jennie calmed me, anchoring me to life. I wanted to live for her.

Jennie took a deep breath and nodded, her eyes still closed.

"Who is she?" she indicated the woman who just ran away.

"That was Chintana Dara. My father's ex," I breathed more calmly, air escaping my lungs. "She shouldn't have been able to get in here. We aren't safe anymore."

"Shh! Don't worry. Are you going to be a soccer player when you get out of here?" she asked, looking into my eyes, trying to keep me awake and distract me. I just nodded. "You'll be traveling all the time, how will we manage?"

"I'd like you to come with me," I whispered even weaker.

"But I also want a career, I've always wanted to be a journalist," she smiled faintly.

"And you can be... a journalist all over the world!" I tried to shrug, but it hurt, and I winced. She let a few more tears fall.

"I like that idea!" she smiled.

"I like it too..."

I heard hurried footsteps approaching. I didn't see who it was, nor did I want to look. All I focused on was Jennie's face. If this was the end, it wouldn't be so bad because, besides being by my side, her face would be the last image I'd see.

I would die seeing my paradise.