Jennie is currently sitting down on a sofa in the house. Chaeyoung is currently sleeping while Jisoo is cooking food. She's kind of confused. Jisoo is cooking way too much food.
Is she going to hold a feast that will perhaps feed the whole neighborhood?
Then suddenly she heard a knock on the door. Her eyebrows furrowed. Who would visit them at a Sunday? Their parents never said a word.
"Please get the door Jen! We have some visitors today." Jisoo said fixing the living room a little to look presentable.
"Sure." She answered and stood up to open the door.
Once she has opened it she saw Jungkook, Taehyung and Jimin's face. And Hoseok, Yoongi, Namjoon and Jin's face at the back.
"So you guys are the visitors?" Jennie asked.
"Yeah! Jisoo noona didn't tell you?" Jungkook answered her.
"Nope. Come in and please feel at home." Jennie said and made way for them.
They all went inside and made comfort in the living room. Yoongi laid down on the couch. Jungkook and Taehyung together with Jimin sat down on the carpet and started flipping through comic books that Lisa owned. Jisoo took it with her. She just couldn't leave it behind. Jin went to the kitchen to set down the all food they brought. Namjoon and Hoseok are looking around them. It's full of pictures. But one picture caught their eye. It's the biggest one among the other pictures. It's right above a shelve that's full of books but full of lit candles at the very top. It's Lisa's picture.
Everyone stood up to also look at it specially Jungkook who was brought to tears easily when his gaze fell on the girl.
"That shot was taken during the shooting of our music video 'Stay'. I guess Blackpink's members could all be models." all seven heads turned their heads only to find Chaeyoung looking at them.
"I asked Jisoo to hang that picture so that even if we couldn't go to the cemetery... we would still be able to pray for her." Jennie said.
They also saw Jisoo leaning against the door frame while smiling them. "Come on! Let's eat! The food is ready." Jisoo announced and walked in the dining room.
All of them followed her and they sat down. The table is for twelve people so all of them could fit right in. They are all happily chatting while eating but Jennie noticed that Yoongi is just quietly finishing his food.
Yoongi was finally done so he excused himself and left the room. Everyone was quiet. Jennie stood up to follow Yoongi but Namjoon stood up to block her way.
"Just let him be Jen." Namjoon spoke.
"Get out of my way Joon." Jennie ordered.
Namjoon slowly sat back down then Jennie followed Yoongi. She went out of the house and she saw Yoongi sitting down on the porch.
"What's wrong Yoongi?" Jennie asked as she sat down beside him.
"Nothing." Yoongi lied looked away from her.
"What did I tell you about sharing everything to me? Yoongi do you even trust me? Because it looks like you don't. I look stupid not even being able to help you. And add the fact that I'm your girlfriend." Jennie said clearly in pain.
Yoongi sighed. "I'm not able to write a rap song for so long. Now. I couldn't find an inspiration." Yoongi finally said.
"You couldn't? How about.... think of something that never fails to make you happy! Think of something that you hold on to that's why you never give up. Think of that something that makes you feel proud." Jennie advised.
Yoongi heaved a sigh and thought of what Jennie said. There's no 'something' but 'someone'. Yoongi started rapping in no time and Jennie just listened in awe.
Until she realized that it was for her.
"I love you Jennie Kim." Yoongi ended his rap.
"I love you too Min Yoongi." Jennie answered.
They smiled at eachother and clasped their hands together like they are afraid that one of them would let go.
"Come on. They must be starting the fun without us." Jennie said and pulled Yoongi inside the house to join the others.
"Let the party start peeps!" Taehyung yelled as they locked the door behind them.
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