Rosé or Roseanne?

BULLYING

Jisoo's POV

"Excuse me," 

Third time today, just how many times I have to say no, don't they got it? I am single and will be single forever, not any stupid boy can mess that up. 

I whirled on that guy, "N-"

I suck on a breath, the boy in front of me, looks about 19, with his innocent doe's eyes and small, thin lips, and he is vaguely familiar as if we met somewhere. 

"I don't date kids." I put my hands on my hips, damn that height difference, kids those days are way too tall. 

He smiles briefly and points at himself, "Me? Kids? I am 23, and about 10 inches taller than you. And you are not my type, I am asking if you can be my model." He gives me a simple black business card, "What's your name?"

Jeon Jungkook, printed the card in gold swirly letters, from Piskissa, wait a minute, Piskissa?! The company my goddess Rosé is in?! Rosé, the most beautiful and the cutest human being in the world, the stunning, elegant girl who rocked any concept?!

"Is, is your Piskissa that Piskissa, the one with Rosé?" I stutter. 

He nods and smiles, "You like her?"

I nod as if my life depends on it, "Very! Are you asking me to meet her? Or are we meeting her now?" I smooth my bangs quickly, perfect impressions is a must. "Tell me what do you want to do again."

"I am making the most sincere offer for you to join our company, you have the right potential to be a great model, we will definitely train you and make you into one, would you like to join?" He says, this time more polite and business-like. 

My world is spinning, if I like to join? Of course! It's an opportunity to meet Rosé, who would decline? I shake Jungkook's outstretched hand. 

"I am glad to see that you are quite eager, now let's start by you filling in this sheet, please go to this location and give it in..."

Two months later

Rosé's POV

The prince smiled, his face was beautiful, with porcelain white skin and long dark eyelashes, but his eyes, his light silver eyes were full of menace and brutality. 

Done! My typing hands come to a stop, my creative juices are certainly flowing today, maybe it's because I have nothing to distract me with. Thinking about it, I am almost like me a year earlier, completely focusing on writing, ordinary and normal, wearing funky T-shirts and hoodies...

No, something has changed, now I am wearing an oversize ivory sweater, slipping off my shoulder in a cute way, tight jeans, and a pink beret on my messy-but-not-too-messy hair, all Piskissa, there's no way the 22 years old me would wear or look. 

Apart from that, I am almost normal. 

Strangely, Jungkook, who finds every opportunity to ask me to do modeling, hasn't given me any model jobs since the Paris Fashion Show, and also cutting off every way of contacting him, it's as if he had run away. 

"You miss him?" Jennie once asked me, smirking. 

I waved off, "Nah, I am glad he wasn't here, my life is way more peaceful without that stupid devil with angel's face."

Jennie just smiled, she didn't believe me. 

Pushing all the thoughts out of my head, I get changed to do some exercise in the nearby park, maybe it can help clear my mind a little. After jogging slowly around the park, I can't help but notice strange looks cast at me. 

Getting funny looks is something else I have to adapt to after I am famous, saesangs and overexcited fans are harder to get used to, but the way they look at me... Pity, disgust, shock, strong dislike, what happened?

Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a young girl, shaking in fear as another girl in blue uniform pushes her, spitting out a jumble of angry words. 

"What are you doing to her?!" I grab the hood of Blue Uniform, pushing her aside, I immediately check on the shivering girl, "Are you okay?"

The poor girl shakes harder, "I spil, spilled lunch over Rachel,  you do, don't need to help me, she will get ang, angrier."

"Hey, what do you think you are doing? It's none of your business, just because you are older, doesn't mean you have to poke your nose around in everything!" Shouts Rachel angrily, she grabs my hair and tries to pull me away. 

Ouch, my hair, but I focus on checking the girl's wound, there are bruises on her face, knees and hands, "If you don't mind, let go of my hair." I shift my attention back to the girl, "Does it hur-ahh!"

Rachel yanks my hair hard and kicks my back, her smirk fades as I, finally have enough of it, steps on her foot to make her let go, she staggers back, losing her balance, and fell. "You, you, I will tell my dad!" She points at me, fury glittering in her eyes, "How dare you!"

"How dare you," I say calmly, but fills with authority, "If I am right, bullying shouldn't be allowed anywhere, anytime, go and tell your dad if you want to, let's see what will he say if he knows you are hurting other students."

Her face whitens, muttering something unintelligible, she stalks off, only to be grabbed by the hood again, "What now?!" She bats my hand away, "I am leaving her alone now!"

"Sorry," I smile brightly, "You can go after saying sorry."

She rolls her eyes and a word comes out of her gritted teeth, "Sorry." Before we can reply, she runs off again. 

"It's fine," The girl put a hand on my wrist, "Thank you so mu, much, Rosé, I am Monica, you are a very nice person, I will support you no matter what."

Bewildered, I smile, "You are welcome, do you want me to treat your bruises at my house? And do you know why everyone is looking at me like that?"

Monica's eyes widen, "You don't know?"

I shake my head, feeling the fear building up inside up, what have I done, or the media had claimed that I have done is so dreadful?

She presses some bottoms on her phone and shows it to me, it's the latest news. 

A shoot of a beautiful couple, the girl wearing a jacket, grinning at Jungkook, who is wearing matching clothes. Clothes of Piskissa, they are modeling Piskissa's newest release. 

The article font is huge and bold: MYSTERY MODEL WHO WORKS WITH JEON JUNGKOOK, ROSÉ KICKED OUT OF PISKISSA?

I can't breathe, even that I know it couldn't be true, the article is like a punch in the gut, knocking all the air out of my lungs, yet the truth is a poisonous fog, surrounding me, hissing this one sentence over and over again: 

Me, Park Chaeyoung is replaced.