when you love someone | rosé + lisa | chaelisa

10 - Home

I wonder if Lisa can feel the heat radiating off of my face. Or if she can see me struggling to breathe and keep my calm. My eyes quickly flickered down to my shoes to avoid her penetrating gaze. I couldn't stand her being so close.

"Lisa. You're too close." I muttered, looking over at the window. I was too timid to look her in the eye, lingering in the same position as she unwinded herself from me and carelessly dropped the books. "And you almost died." She exaggerated, still holding the Unit 3 textbook I was reaching for in her hand, and swiftly knocking me upside the head with it.

"If you didn't pull such a stunt earlier with that hideous noise, I wouldn't have such a headache." I scowled, sending her a mean grimace. "Since it's so serious, you can do the practice sheet at home." She promptly replied, beginning to put away her stuff.

And of course, I manage to peeve her just by breathing.

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At home, things aren't much different. I somehow bug my parents by "coming in too loudly" and disturbing the quiet. So I head to my room, and tune out the world with some music. Like this, I have no excuse to be in their way and have them hassle me around.

But alas, they always need me for something in the end anyway.

Don't get me wrong, I love my parents. They can be hard on me sometimes, but it's only because they want what's best for my little sister and I, either that or they just had a bad day at work. If they hadn't pushed me this far I wouldn't have so many certificates hanging on their walls.

"Chaeyoung-ah." My mother chimes in through the small crack of my door, knocking once before entering. I peek my head up to look at her. "Do you need something?" I ask courteously before pausing the music blaring from my earphones. "I'm fine." She sits lightly, sinking into the space beside me in my bed. "But I've noticed your grades aren't looking too good." She pouts. "I'm working on it." I assure her. "I have a tutor now."

She tilts her head to the side and gives me an indifferent look. "There's something bothering you hun, I can see it." She pauses for a moment. "Is it grandma?" She asks and stretches out her arm to pull a stray strand of hair away from my face. "Not everything is grandma." I relented but I could tell she already tell this time it was grandma. "Just don't dig yourself into a hole too deep, okay? Make sure to catch up." She gives me an apologetic look, to which I just respond with a nod. "What ever the case may be, I'm willing to hear you out if you ever find yourself stuck in that hole." And she pats my back before standing and stepping out of my room.

Just as I hear the door shut, I roll onto my back and face up at my ceiling, already feeling tears well up in my eyes. My grandma isn't dead, but there's a high possibility she might go at any given time. The thought of a life without a grandma who was always there for me, sounded like a life I didn't wanna live. But all in all, everyone's life comes to an end. It's inevitable.

So I let the tears fall, masking my sobs with the sounds of my music playing loudly rather than through my headphones. I knew the only reason why my father didn't bust down my door and scold me, was because my mother had explained how "down" and "depressed" I was. As she always does, even when I'm not.

That was until, I received a call from an unknown number. It bugged me my music was cut off because of some random scam. Nonetheless, I pressed answer. "Hello?" I uttered bitterly, trying to cover up the sound of my muddled voice and ready to decline once I hear a much expected robotic voice.

"Hi, yes, is this Park Chaeyoung? From period 5 Economics?" It was the voice of a male. My eyes widened as I tried to think of what I had done this time. Fixing my posture although he couldn't see me, I spoke warily. "That's me, may I ask who's speaking?"

"During your lunch period, would you meet me in the backyard of the school?" Without any time to answer, I hear a click at the end of the line.

That was weird.

I shrugged off any thoughts that this person may be a serial killer or anything of the sort. I mean if he wanted to kill me, he should've done it sooner so I wouldn't have to worry this much. After plugging them back in, I slip my earphones back on only to press pause again as my sister nearly kicks down my door. "You rat!" She tackles me and puts me in her best chokehold. Which is impressively strong. "What the hell, Mae? Let me go." She throws her hand over my mouth to stifle my voice, and pinches my nose.

Looks like I found my serial killer. "This is how I die. In the hands of my own sister. And sadly not in those of the hot nerdy boy from Economics." I say loudly to try and get her to understand me, her hand still roughly over my mouth.

Just then it clicks, Jimin is a possible suspect.

"I told you if I ever caught you crying again, I'd shag you!" My sister, Mae, looks at me with her innocent coffee brown eyes before releasing me from her clutches. She swiftly hops off my bed and kneels to cup my face, although it was unnecessary since she's already so short. "How'd you know?" I smile a little, happy to see that my pain in the ass sister actually cared for something other than her K-Pop boys and nails. "Mom won't shut up about you sulking around everywhere, and the music was a dead giveaway."

"Hence the headphones."

She squishes my face and delivers her adorable smile, her cheeks rising like dough. Our family really was cursed with chubby cheeks. "Stop moping around, we'll be fine."

"I know I will... I don't know about you though. Keep drooling over those K-Pop boys and you might not be able to ever get a real boyfriend." This time she squishes my face so hard I can't see past whats directly in front of me, and it hurts to smile.

"Hmph. They are my boyfriends, dumdum."