Rosé or Roseanne?

MYSTERIOUS GIFTS?

Rosé's POV

9:00

9:01!

It's always this time when there's a knock on the door, then there will be another carefully wrapped present outside, it's always clothing; perfect, good-quailty clothes that shouldn't be worn, at least by me. 

I stand up and make my way to the door as I feel someone's hands on my shoulder, without even turning around, I say, "Jimin, take your hands off me."

Unexpectedly, he does, "Are you getting those clothes again?"

"Yeah, I thought you know that."

"What's the use of them if you just dump them in your room, clothes are meant to be worn, just like food are meant to be eaten."

"Is that your excuse for stealing all my snacks?" I step over a stray yogurt can, "You better clean that up later."

"Nah, it's just that you are unlike yourself when you eat, and I don't want you to be unhappy." He suddenly leaps in front of me and grins, picking up the can and throws it away.

For a second I just stand there, shaking the unfamiliar feeling off, I yawn to the door and get my box.

This time, it's a pale yellow drop-shoulder sweater with long sleeves which I estimate to be halfway to my palm. And a little card: To match your hair. :)

"What is it this time?" Jimin pop out of the kitchen, munching on a bag of crisps, "Oh, that looks nice, but you are too overweight for it."

I ignore him and put the sweater into a cardboard box, which I push under my bed. 

"Should we eat out again?" He leans on the door "I know a pretty great place of Japanese food, it's cheap too."

"No thanks, I am not getting food poisoning." 

"Come on, it's not like it's always food poisoning, you just have a sensitive stomach, like your dog." He grabs my arm, "Do you mind if I drag you there?"

I look at him, "You are paying?"

"Of course, why would I let a lady pay?"

A laugh escapes before I can stop it, "Sure, as if you haven't let me and Lisa and Jennie paid last time at that hotpot place."

"Not this time," He smirks, "Hey, do you want to hold my hand, too?"

"Fine, fine I am coming! Just wait by the door, okay?"

"Always works."

I stuff myself with food, even that I know I don't need more food, just mindlessly stuffing more since... I can.

"Are you full now?" Jimin says, arranging his dish into a smiley face, "Your stomach is like an endless hole."

I smile wryly, that's exactly my comment to my friends months ago. "Stop wasting food," I take the sushi that supposes to be the left eye of the face and eat it.

Jimin pulls an exaggerated look, "Eat your own! you are hurting my poor Hani."

"What kind of name is Hani?"

"Roseanne, you are very racist," He sighs, "Hani means happy in Arabic, of course, I don't expect you to understand since you are too busy eating."

"You know foreign languages?"

"Yep, Arabic, Korean, English, Japanese, and Spanish."

I widen my eyes but then his jaw starts shaking, feeling annoyed, I hit him again on the shoulder, "Jimin!"

He is slapping the table as he laughs, "Hahahaha, your expression, haha, you should have seen yourself..."

After he calms down, he smiles, "Roseanne, you know, I can say some Japanese, do you want to learn?"

"How much do you know?"

"I know how to say 'little cabbage" He gives me a thumbs-up, "Aren't I amazing?"

I smile, "I know that too, in fact, I am fluent in Japanese."

As expected, his expressions show shock, appreciation...  and belief.

I start laughing just as Jimin realizes what he has done, "Jimin, if I told you I am half-cat, you'll believe me too, don't you?"

Laughing so hard my stomach hurt, I catch glimpses of a familiar face. 

2 familiar faces, actually. 

Jisoo and Jungkook.

Jungkook is staring at me, there's a playful smile on his face when he meets my gaze, he waves at me lazily, and points at the sides of his lips, keep smiling, he is trying to say. It's like everything is still the same, him signaling me to smile at a performance.

But it's not the same anymore. 

He is still the handsome, talented director of a world-known company, and I am...

Jimin must have noticed the change in my face, he turns in the direction I am looking at, to him, Jisoo and Jungkook are just two really good-looking strangers, "What's wrong?" 

"Let's go, like now."

"Do you-" He starts, then, seeing the panic in my eyes, he stands up too, "Fine."

Letting out a noticeable breath, we make our way to the door, only when someone steps in front of us, her face flushed and is stuttering, "Hello, Rosé and your fr-"

"You got the wrong person," I lower my head, hoping that Jisoo can let us go before Jungkook comes, "Now, excuse us."

"But, but," She stutters even more, is she embarrassed that Jungkook is watching her? Is she humiliated that she is talking to me? "I am sorry if I make you uncomfortable, but I have to tell you-"

"Hello, people." Comes Jungkook's voice behind her, "What's up? Is blocking the way the new trend now?" He says in that same harmless face, same soft tone. 

Then he moves to us, "Long time no see, Rosé."

"You, you got the wrong person," I repeat, sounding annoying weak and out of breath, when I decide to flee, Jimin just stands there as if he has been glued to the ground, "Rosé? You mean, the supermodel? I always thought you look familiar, but-" He says slowly.

Oh shit. 

"No." I say, at the same time, Jisoo says: "Yeah."

Jimin whirls on me, shock written over his face,  "Is it real?"

Sighing, I turn back to them, "Yes, Jimin, I am."

"You never told me."

"You didn't need to know," I look at them, "If you want to laugh, you can."

Jungkook looks bewildered, "Why?"

"At me, of course," I laugh humorlessly, "Me, a complete fatdo with oily skin and dog-bitten hair."

"I did her hair," Offers Jimin helpfully. 

Jungkook doesn't even turn in his direction, his eyes still locked on me, in his eyes, there's only sadness. Why is he sad? The loss of another pretty face?

"Are you okay?" Jisoo asks, her big eyes full of concern. 

Forcing another laugh, "Of course I am, I am like, double the size of all of you combined now, how can I not feel good?"

Jisoo smiles, but Jungkook doesn't. "I am sorry, but I really need to go now." Grabbing Jimin's wrist, I leave the restaurant, feeling Jungkook's burning gaze on me.