Rosé or Roseanne?

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Rosé's POV

"Why are you sitting at the edge? You might fall off."Says Jimin, "You know, I don't have thorns on my back, so you are allowed to hold onto me, I will be totally fine with it."

"Sure you will." I murmur, watching my hands gripping the motorbike seat so tightly it has gone red, "I am fine, and I don't think the angry dude is chasing us anymore, you can drop me off now."

"Where are you going?"He asks, suddenly speeding up the bike, terrified, I can do nothing but wrapping my arms around his waist, and I swear there's a smirk on his face when I do so. 

I smack his shoulder, hard, "I could have fallen off!"

He laughs, "Seriously, Roseanne, you have to experience something in life." 

Rolling my eyes, I lean back a bit more, even I am still holding him, I have made use of my long arms and sit back as far as possible. But even that we are not touching, I can still smell the faint scent of soap and peppermint, it's... sort of nice. 

"Jimin, you can drop me off here." There's a warning note to my voice.

"Unless you live in the bins, I think there's nowhere for you to go. Come on, just tell me your house, it's not like I will sell this information on eBay."

I sigh, he is right, we are in a street of darkness with trash bins stands on either side of us like guards, with a stray garbage bag with trash spilling out, "Where are you going, then?" It's no use going back to my house, which won't be mine in a couple of months, and I can't risk letting Chanyeol or my friends seeing me like this. 

"I am just chillin' around." He replies, "You can come with me, if you like."

"Sure," I say, closing my eyes and feeling the wind gently blowing on my face, it feels nice, so relaxed in a while. I am about to start a new life, filtering out glossiness and sparkles and go back to the ordinary. No fancy houses; no expensive dresses; no mass popularity; no Jungkook. 

I think I will be just fine.

"Hold on tight," Jimin suggests. 

"What-" We are riding towards a massive downhill, "Wait, no Jimin, that's dangerou-ahhhh!"

The motorbike goes down with incredible speed, people are jumping out of our way, a laughing Jimin yelling sorry over and over again. 

"Hahahahaha, you okay back there?" He grins happily, apparently oblivious to me squeezing the life out of him, "Exciting, isn't it?"

"I suppose that's kinda cool," I admit, and he laughs again, "Do you want to go again?"

If he asks me this question a day ago, I will definitely say no, why would I want to go on an unsafe ride with a stranger? Now, I have nothing to lose. 

"Yes." I say, the corners of my lips raising, "That will be fun."

I wake up and blink at the blank, unfamiliar ceiling, a bundle of blankets covered my body, and my back feels sore.

Where am I?

I sit up quickly and let out a breath as I find out I still have my clothes on, but what happened last night? Why am I in this stranger's house? Think, Rosé, think, what were you doing yesterday?

So I was on Jimin's motorbike as he swooped around the city, went down a few hills, shouting of laughter, then, then I fell asleep?

I want to scream, and I do, "Park Jimin!"

There's the sound of someone falling onto the floor and a loud grunt, a few moments later, Jimin stumbles out of a room, looking very confused and sleepy, "Roseanne."

I throw a cushion on me, "What did you do to me last night?"

"Oh, you mean last night," He wiggles his eyebrows, "We have a lot of fun~." He says in a weird tone that I can't tell if he is joking or not.

My faces burn red, "You! I am going to sue you," I pick up another cushion and chuck it at his face, he dodges but I am throwing more, he puts up his hands, "Okay, okay, missy, nothing happened yesterday, we did have fun going around the city, you fall asleep and I dragged you home, I didn't touch you, I, Park Jimin, has a conscience!"

I exhale again, tossing one last pillow at him, "If you lie," I make a gesture across my neck, "You are dead."

"Good that." He turns, "Do you want me to drive you home?"

"No thanks, but," My eyes land on a pair of scissors, "I have another favor to ask."

Lisa's POV

I sneak a look at Rosé, she smiles and chewing some candy bars as Jennie talks about the new book that she bought, but the distant look in her eyes shows that she isn't really paying attention.

It has been a month, a whole month of her not being herself, she sold her house for paying the debts she had with Piskissa, threw away all her Piskissa clothes, and started being friends with a new guy called Jimin. She laughs and tells us how happy she is to be free of the model world, but there's always an emptiness in her eyes. 

"That sounds pretty interesting." She says, reaching for another pack of chocolate on the table, then she catches my gaze, "Lisa, you are worried about me again. I know, I am ugly and fat and have acne, but there's nothing to be sad about, I am free, remember?"

I shake my head, "You are not ugly." 

She changed a lot -- through -- in a bad way. 

After a lot of eating, 'I am going to eat whatever I want because no one will care now!', she has gained a lot of weight. For some reason, Rosé, who is always proud of her smooth and pale skin since highschool, developed acne, when we mentioned it to her, she just shrugged. Her hair is chopped short, she said Jimin did it; When we asked her why she never wears anything nice, she just laughed, 'ugly people don't deserve good clothes'. 

She doesn't care about herself anymore.  

There's a soft knock on the door. 

Rosé gets up, "Lisa, I am ugly."

Then she opens the door and we heard a small gasp. 

Outside her apartment, there's a beautiful gift box with a pale blue ribbon, it looks completely out of the place on the dirty floor. 

"That's probably not mine, no one will give me something like this," Rosé says, shutting the door, but it's clear that she likes it. 

"No!" I put a foot at the door and carefully picks up the elaborate box, there's a small card detached on it, I unhook the card and give it to Rosé, "See, it's yours."

Typed on the small square card are two words: For Rosé

I can see something in her expression changes, then she opens the box.

Inside is a soft, blue hat with a fluffy bubble on top.