Infinity | BTS fan fiction | BlackPink fan fiction

Chapter 1

5 YEARS LATER

Korea sure seemed like a fun place. My parents left for Korea the moment I decided to run the business. I excelled in my studies and took over the company at an early age. The stocks of the company escalated rapidly. Our brand was globally recognised. Soon my name was mentioned in the front paper of newspaper. I was ranked in the "Top 100 richest teenagers in the world". We opened a branch in Korea too. My parents have been managing our company in Korea.

I was back in Korea after my parents begged me to visit them. I left the company under Jeanie and Lisa's hands. Jeanie, Lisa and I have been best best friends ever since elementary school. After he left me, I was completely broken within. Somehow they managed to cheer me up and shaped me to a better person.

I stepped into a library. The desks were occupied by many students studying inexorably. There were plenty of books stacked in several rows labelled with different genres. I walked towards the classic section. I scanned my eyes the titles of the book. Lisa had suggested me to read a beautiful yet tragic romantic novel name "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Bronte.

"Excuse me" I called an employee of the library "Can you help me find a classic novel titled "Wuthering Heights"?"

"I'm sorry" I apologised in a Korean accent "I no understand English"

"Ah Mianhe" I bowed politely "Ah.." I tried to convert the name of the title in Korean but it was rather complicating. While I fished my phone out of the bag to convert the name of the title to Korean the lady walked away.

Don't get me wrong. I speak Korean really well. Okay not that well but good enough to make basic conversation.

"Aishh..." I cursed as I continued to scan through the row.

"Here" a boy about my age wearing a black rimmed glasses handed me a book. He smiled at me warmly make me feel somehow comfortable towards him for no reason. His hair was blonde and he towered over me by a few inches. I was brought back to reality when the book weighed me down.

"Careful" he caught my hands.

"Ah.. sorry.. I mean thank you" I mentally slap myself. I read the title. It labelled "Wuthering Heights" with a couple covering the book.

"You got it!" I yelp in excitement earning a few glares from the people surrounding us "If you hadn't given this to me, I would have gone berserk with the next minute"

"Sure" his thick accent indicated that he spoke English very fluently. He turned around to leave.

"Are you from Korea or elsewhere?" I followed him.

"Let me take a guess. You are new here." He laughed.

"Umm.. yes I just reached Korea two days ago" I smiled.

"Into Korean pop music?" He took a seat with a book titled "Collection of Poems". Ahh~ he is into poetry. He was already eating plus points from my side.

"Not really. Nothing interesting about it" I nag "However a song really attracted me. It think I overheard that song in the.... I mean at some place. It was really meaningful and.. I don't just really nice."

"That sounds really deep. Must be a really beautiful song" he opened his book. I suppose he was indirectly telling me to leave but I pretended to dodge the message.

I didn't want to lose such an awesome person. At least till the time I'm in this library. I tried to start a conversation once again.

"They aren't many people here who understand English. I speak Korean well but what when people from other countries visit this place. I almost lost my cool if you wouldn't have helped me. Thanks"

"If I would have helped you" he smiled quoting my last words.

"If it weren't for you" I was definitely interrupting him but I didn't leave.

"IF you can keep your head when all around you are losing theirs and blaming it on you." He quoted one of my favourite poem.

"If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you. But make allowance for their doubting too" I said excitedly.

He looked at me surprised as though he wasn't expecting a response.

"If you can wait and not be tired by waiting. Or being lied about, don't deal in lies. Or being hated, don't give way to hating. And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise" he finally smiled, genuinely and not out of courtesy.

"If you can dream - and not make dreams your master. If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster. And treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken. Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools. Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken. And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools" I closed my eyes and chanted the second verse by heart.

"If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'" He shook his heady happily as if we were singing nursery rhymes.

"If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
' Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,
if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!" We said in unison.

"That was.... impressive" he clapped.

"Thank you" I bowed.

"Honestly minutes ago I was hoping you'd leave but I'm glad you stayed" he admittedly.

"This girl is really persistent" I pointed at myself.

"I'm Namjoon" he brought his hand forward "Nice to meet you"

"I'm Rosanne but you can call me Rosè" I shook his hand.

"I'm glad that you don't really know who I am" he smiled.

"I'd love to know more about you" what I really meant to say is 'that I'm really desperate for a friend'.

His phone vibrated. He wore a black SnapBack and mask and stepped out of the library. He entered after a few minutes.

"Sorry I've got to attend a meeting." he excused himself "Hope to see you again Roseanne."

"You too Namjoon" I waved at him "Can I call you oppa?"

"It'd be an honour to have a smart sister like you" he ruffled with my hair. Just before he stepped out, he turned and looked at me.

"You're really impressive"