I Hated Her || JenLisa

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Jisoo

"Where are you running off to so early in the morning?" Closing my book, I curiously peek at Rosie who had a cap on.

She wore high waisted short shorts, cotton long sleeve shirt and sneakers. "Oh! You're up early," she exclaimed.

Humming, "Were you expecting Lisa to be awake?"

Eyes wide, she flails her hand, strongly denying, "A-ani! I just thought she'd be awake by now since she usually is an early bird."

I'm not buying it.

This girl is so bad at lying. Nalalisa was right, among the four of us, Rosé is the worst one.

"But you're correct she's an early bird, she just went out an hour ago," I point to the door.

"Jinjja? Where did she go?"

Shrugging, "Not sure. Do you want me to accompany you?" Flustered she leans, "Are you sure?"

I have too many things to think about, needing a breather once in a while would be good for me. Smiling at her, "Yes, just give me a minute."

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Wearing similar clothes, I held my book unable to separate from it. Something about a suspense filled with action story gets me so excited, like detective kind of stories or anything shrouded with mystery at all.

A hobby of mine the other members could not relate.

"Are you interested in exhibits, unnie?" Rosé asks me as she gives our manager directions, he was kind enough to drive us there. 

It's not like he had a choice though. 

She's really good with arts and craft unlike Lisa and I... no wait, unlike Lisa.

I'm pretty good myself.

"Yeah sure," I smile at her, she smiles back, "Your smile is contagious, unnie."

"Is that so?" I take the compliment from the younger girl, already aware of my own charms.

I'm Jisoo, what else is there not to be liked?

The ride was quick and soon enough we were out of the car, our manager promising to fetch us later. Rosé takes my hand, surprising me with her gentle touch, "Let's not separate, alright unnie?"

Why can't Lisa just like her?

"Sure," I smile innocently as she led me, linking both our arms. I thought it would really be nothing but just watching some few arts here and there and we could go grab food later. Instead, I was mesmerized with each one of them, all with different colors, style of painting, interpretation, themes and much more.

I stood there for minutes on end staring at every canvas, it would be such a waste to not satisfy myself with each one until the image wears off in my mind.

"I didn't think you'd like it here, Unnie," Rosé stands beside me, our eyes surveying the face of a woman made from different pointed shapes and sizes. "It's quiet here," I tell her, the sounds we could only hear are the short murmurs of commentaries and appreciation, and the steps of a few people, merely 30.

"Is that else?" she asks, a hint of happiness in her voice. She must've been really nervous that I'd be bored, Lisa probably would but not me. I like it around here, "Everything is so captivating, it would be such a shame not to grant these holy eyes such blessed artworks."

She giggles lightly, "I guess Lisa got her narcissism from you, Unnie."

"Oh no, you're mistaking. She was naturally that kind of person, I just unlocked it," with a smug look, we proceed to the last masterpiece that got both of us silent. Unlike the other ones with bright warm colors, this one was filled with nothing but a monochromatic shade of blue.