The Black Dahlia | BTS 🔞

" To new beginnings "

8 months later ...

February 10th, The White Horse Tavern, 19:30

The snow was falling on the pavement. The night was cold, colder than it usually is in Greenwich village for this time of year. But Dahlia wouldn't know, she just arrived two weeks ago in the Big Apple. Coming from the land of the Sun, Miami, she was everything but used to this kind of temperature. After those crazy months, the young woman felt she needed to escape her hometown.

From Cuban and Irish origins, she always felt on the fence between her community, Little Havana, and the white population. She was raised in a traditional Cuban home, but never looked the part with her relatively pale skin, her greenish-blue eyes and the honey highlights in her chestnut hair. She took a lot from her father's side, aside from her mother's curly hair and curvy Latina figure. Now, she knew she definitely did not belong in her home community and decided to move up North, her "New Beginning" as her mother called it when she left for the airport exactly eleven day before.

In Manhattan, she got to crash at one of her old university friend's apartment. Back in college, Maevy and Dahlia were inseparable, two sides of the same coin. As much as Dahlia was the quiet but dangerous feisty one, Maevy was a party animal with a heart of gold who wouldn't hurt a fly. They shared their room for their entire first year and then, an apartment together. It was until Dahlia got engaged and moved with her soon-to-be-husband, same time she passed Law School. On her side, Maevy pursued a career in fashion, working now as a columnist for Vogue. Even though they were on different ends of the country, the two talked every night until the last few months. Maevy would say she felt secure again when her best friend finally called her to ask the big question: "Can I move with you?". She had to say yes, leading up to this moment, eleven days after Dahlia's move-in.

Earlier that day, the young lawyer got a text from her friend, telling her to come to that tavern, The White Horse, for 7pm. "I want you to meet some of my friends from work, it's gonna be fun" Mae wrote. Dahlia wasn't convinced, she would have preferred to get to her room and watch Friends, eating spaguetti. But, as her mother told her, she needed to start living again. She couldn't let what happened ruin the rest of her life. So, she accepted, but told her she'd be late, cause she needed to change her. No way she was going in a bar dressed like a lawyer. So, she directly ran after her day to their apartment, putting on a dark red rolled-neck dress, black stockings and thigh high velvet boots.

It's with 30 minutes late that she finally strolled in the bar, her hair covered in snow. But she didn't care, she liked snow, as it was the first time she ever saw it with her own eyes.

Looking around, she didn't seem to be able to see Maevy anywhere. Am I at the wrong bar ? That's when she heard a laugh, a melodious laugh that she knew way to well. Guided by the sound, she finally found four people sat at a high table. Dahlia directly put her coat on the back of the only empty chair and kissed her best friend on the cheek.

-      Guys, I present to you Dahlia, my roommate and best friend.

Said Maevy to the rest of the groups. She then presented everyone to her. First was Emily, a model she often works with for her article with her long legs and beautiful blonde hairs. Then, Timoty, one of the senior columnists, with his colorful blouse and bright orange hair.

-      And I'm Jungkook, nice to meet you Dahlia.

Said the last man for himself. Putting the beer he had on the table, he extends his arm to shake her hand, offering her the sincerest smile.

-      I am the editor's secretary.

-      Nice to meet you too Jungkook... And everyone.

Her eyes kept on his smile, still shaking his hand in hers. She then let go of him and sat down, trying to put her attention back on her best friend, but she could still feel the touch of his hand on her skin. It wasn't such a bad idea to come tonight...

Maevy started talking about an old anecdote from when they were back in College, but Dahlia listen to half of it. She already knew the story, but more importantly, her attention went back and forth on the young secretary. His dark hair were still wet from the melted snow from when he came in and his face was bright with pure interest. And that smile, a cute little bunny smile that made her want to smile for the first time in a while. So, she smiled, putting back her attention on the story and her eyes on the tanned face of her friend.

-      I was always putting her out of her books and she got me out of weird situations... Like that one time, the dorm threw a double party for her birthday and valentine's day, and she didn't want to go... I got her out of our room and we drank so much that I got up on one of the tables. But the thing is... I just got spilled all over my shirt so I took it off and forgot about it. Dahlia here took me like a potato bag and brought me by force to our room. She is the best... Like, literally.

Dahlia forced a smile. She remembered that night way to well. It was her birthday and she didn't want to go to that stupid party. She never liked her birthday after all... But Maevy forced her to go. At that time, she was starting to see a guy, but didn't tell anyone. She caught Mae and him kissing, and that's when she accidentlyspilled her drink on her best friend, who then took off her shirt and got up the table. For Mae, it was a good souvenir of their friendship, but not for Dali. She broke up with the guy the next morning, who then had the courage to ask Mae out. They dated for the whole semester after that, without Dahlia ever telling them the truth.

Feeling the eyes of Jungkook on her as she taught about her version of the story, she then put her head up again and forced another smile. In a way, she knew he understood what as going on in her head, as he friendly winked at her. Oh god, he is adorable, that guy...

Maevy continued with her monologue, just excited to introduce everyone to each others. She was litteraly jumping on her chair, the black curl on her head bouncing. She was always like that, loving too much, talking too loud, excited by the smallest things. Dahlia needed that kind of energy in her life, especially now.

- So, Dahlia and I are now roommates again... she just moved here from Miami. Let's just say its a new journey of her life.

By that time, Dahlia had finally been able to order and received her beer, dark ale. Looking at Jungkook, she smiled again, for real this time. Responding to her smile, he put his glass up and cheered.

- To new beginnings!