•Pilot Chapter 1•

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Hi! I'm Jisoo Kim, I'm one of the members of black pink. Theses days have been rough so, I decide to just..sleep and it's mostly calming and delightful. "Jisoo do the dirty dishes I'm going out with Jennie to the near by store, call me if your having troubles!" Lailsa said rushingly, I hate doing the dishes because there always dirty, I have to get my hands all mushy and wet it's better if I clean the house rather than clean dirty, smelly, barf bag needed dishes. As Jisoo walks down the dark brown wooden floors, she leaps into her soft relaxing bed. As Jisoo falls asleep and realizes that Rosè is still home, Jisoo rushed to Rosè's room and screams "Are you okay Rosè?" Rosè got a jump scare. Rosè is a very nice girl and has a passion for singing. "I'm going to kill you Jisoo!, I'm trying to sleep!" Jisoo frowned but didn't make a fuss about it. Jisoo walked fast..and slow, and slow once again, to her bright pink, childish room, that is filled with adorable fat chubby pikachus. As she starts to get into her bed she's already asleep with her small eyes shut. Jisoo is a dreamer, as a famous k-pop artist that's in a band too. so, her duties are very heavy. As she falls asleep she dreams of her being at Jennie's grandma's cafe that's always filled with nice and lovely people. Jisoo would always order a double, double coffee with only four sugar cubes and her coffee always arrives exactly in five minutes. Or sometimes she'd order the glazed donut that tastes like a honey comb but sweeter. Her favourite outfit would be a white shirt and a black and white striped sweater on top, and she'd pair it with her favourite jeans in the whole wide world, which is a dark blue colour—that's darker than a midnight sky. After, she'd arrive home, but her home is clouds and her bed is soft and her pillow is completely just a cloud. She'd drink her warm, smooth, and juicy coffee then, put it back on the fluffy cloud table and she starts to sleep in her own dream everything is blinding and darkness.

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