"Can you stop with your phone for a while? We're walking in the street" rosé scolded hayi.
"I can multitask thank you very much."
"Right, like you can still continue chatting while you stumble and fall."
"Well I'm sorry if I have a social life. Why don't you get one?"
"Should we stop them?" I whispered to Jisoo.
"Nah. Let them be. It's part of growing up." I stopped on my tracks and blocked jisoo's way. Making the younger girls stop walking too, but that didn't stop them from fighting.
"Are you ok? Do you have a fever?" I checked her pulse, put a hand on her forehead and check her temperature.
"I'm completely fine. Besides, it's not like we didn't fight before."
"True. We even fought physically." We both laughed at the memory. There was only one time where we fought in violence.
"Remember when our moms came and threw a knife and scissors our way. We immediately got separated when it came our way cause we almost got hit with it."
"Why don't you just kill each other?! That has always been moms favorite line." Jisoo laughed
"I haven't seen aunt Eugene for long time. How are they?"
"They're doing great but they keep on pestering me about getting them a grand child already." I choked on my own saliva and coughed.
"Jeez, want some water?" I shook my head
"I'm ok." I cleared my throat and gave jisoo the 👌 sign.
"I feel like we have so much to talk about. Let's go for a drink?" She has a huge smile on her face
"Call!" Yep, I definitely need a drink for me to have courage and relive the past.
"But what about..."
"We're in it too!" The girls at the back said at the same time
"We may be younger than you. But we're not a minor."
"Yes! I already turned 18 this year." Hayi nodded eagerly.
"Alright then! Leggo!" We marched to the nearest grocery store and bought drinks and chips.
We decided to have our session in my parents' crib since it's the nearest one.
"You're still living with your parents?"
"Yeah. Something came up."
"I think I know.... that's why you choked hearing my mom's request huh? they look so much like him." Jisoo said as she traced the frame hanging on the wall.
"Who?" The younger ones asked finally arriving after running to the store to rent movies
"No one! Hurry up, we'll have to cook the popcorn."
"Uh... we just have to microwave it tho."
"Whatever! Same thing same thing." Jisoo held hayi's shoulder and pushing her further to the house while rosé observed the picture.
"I didn't know you were married unnie." I guess she doesn't know him.
"No, I'm not." I looked down to my hands
"Oh..."
"Chaeyong-ah!" We both looked up to jisoo's voice
"Coming!" She hurriedly followed where jisoo is. This is gonna be a reallllyyyy long day.
***
Halfway through the movie later... (movie that we really weren't watching)
"Why are we playing movie when we're drinking?" Hayi slurred
"There's no rule saying we can't." Rosé said popping up a popcorn to her mouth
"Why do we have a popcorn anyway?" Hayi asked again
"Just because." Jisoo hiccups.
"We should be playing songs! Party songs"
"I prefer classical."
"Really chaey? You play classical music on a drinking session?" Hayi rolled her eyes
"I'm not drinking.. and while I say that, I'm gonna go get a soda." Rosé stood up to get herself a drink. She's the only one sober right now.
"We should play songs! Like BTS songs! Dangerrr!"
"Got7's betterrr~" jisoo giggled
"Riiiggggghhtt. You're still in delusion that you're married to Jinyoung." Rosé came back and nudged hayi
"You can call me everything you want. Delusional, day dreamer, fiction writer, but at the end of the day, end of this life I'm still his wife. I am Mrs. Park!" Jisoo proudly said with a nod on her head. She took her phone out and was about to show something she's not meant to when I interrupted.
"I vote for got7 too. Jj project's bounce is a good head banger!"
"You're really my best friend. Did you know that was when I fell in love with my husband? When I went to their shoot on that music video~" she's really reaally drunk.
"Nooo! Lets play BTS! Sugababe writes such good songs." An image flashed back to my memory where I introduced yoongi in playing the piano. My hands curled to fist.
"His compositions are mediocre." Lie. I know first hand how good he is.
"Excuse me?! Heol! Mediocre?! Are you deaf or something? I mean I'm not some music expert but I can tell he produce good songs! I bet whoever his girlfriend was, was so lucky to have him."
"Lucky? Just because he writes songs, that's considered lucky?" I was starting to get agitated.
"Why not? Imagine him playing writing and playing a song especially for you?" I don't need to imagine, cause he did.
"Yeah! Just a song, with those lyrics you thought were a promise but was just empty!" I can't control my mouth, my brain keeps saying shut up but it just won't
"What do you mean? His lyrics are full of meaning." She said, starting to get riled up now too
"His lyrics are full of lies." My voice shook in anger and pain
"How would you know? It's not like you even listen to their songs. And FYI, my bias, min yoongi aka sugababe isn't dubbed as genius composer for nothing."
"I would know!"
"How?! I bet you don't know even a single thing about him. Just his name."
"How would I not know a single thing?! I would know every single detail that you can't even fathom to know."
"Why? Because you work in a magazine company as editor-in-chief slash photographer? You think you know everything about them when you just know the same things as fansite masters."
"No. Because your bias.."
"What? Told you in an interview?" She mocked and walked out
"Because your bias.. is my ex." I whispered as a tear rolled down my eyes. I downed a shot of soju and almost spit it out when I saw jisoo and rose at the couch, watching me while they're eating popcorn.
"Spill." I sighed heavily, sat down in comfort and ready to tell everything. I just needed to let it out. I can't keep it to myself anymore cause I might die.
What a fucking day indeed.
***
"Hyung, are you ok? You've been sneezing a lot. Did you get a cold?"
"I don't know. Is someone talking behind my back or something?" He glared at the people in the couch.
"We're not talking about you."
"I'm gonna sleep." A guy with a skin as white as porcelain went to his room and shut the door with a bang.
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✔ Your Bias is my Ex!
FanfictionTrying to move on when you're so broken and ripped to pieces was hard enough. Him, leaving something for you to remember him by forever, was even harder. And people talking about him everywhere you go, seeing and hearing him in every stores you go t...
