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𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚢𝚊𝚗𝚝
𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎
𝚟ē𝚛
Rosé has always felt inferior to her childhood friend in every way. He has his entire life together, is talented and passionate in what he does, and is currently pursuing his dream to become a dancer in Paris, France.
Rosé on the other hand is stuck in high school in Busan and has no idea what she will do with her life.
These thoughts are flying through Rosé's head like bothersome flies, pestering her and telling her she's not good enough, but impossible to swat away and ignore. She sits on a bench in the airport, scrolling through her phone waiting for her best friend. She looks like she is in her old world, not paying attention to anyone around her.
Jimin takes advantage of this, sneaking up behind her towing his luggage along, when he reaches her he sets the cold soda he bought on her cheek. Rosé shouts, jumping from the bench and turning to Jimin. He stands there with open arms and a mischievous smile dancing on his lips.
"What the fuck Jimin," Rosé exclaims, slapping her friend's chest before burying her face in his neck. Jimin laughs softly into Rosé's hair, inhaling the scent of the friend he had missed so dearly.
"How are you Ro?" Jimin asks, pulling away from their hug and grinning down at his friend happy to see her again.
"Fine, fine," She says, grabbing his suitcase and leading him towards the exit of the airport, "you know, the usual boring life of a Korean teenager, studying our asses off into depression and frantically trying to figure out what we'll do with our life."
Jimin chuckles as he lightly jogs up to walk next to her, attempting to slip the handle of the suitcase out of Rosé's tight grip and failing to do so.
"No Chim, let me feel like I'm somewhat helpful to you," she says, grinning up at him. "Like I could ever be helpful to anyone," she mumbles. Jimin catches her whisper and narrows his eyes at her.
"You good Chae?" He asks, furrowing his eyebrow in concern for his friend.
"Yeah, of course, why wouldn't I be," Rosé grins before frantically waving to her mother who is parked in the parking lot of the airport, waiting to pick them up.
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Rosé perches on her roof, knees pulled up to her chest as she stares up at the stars speckled across the expanse of sky she can see from the roof of their porch. She sighs and smiles softly, wanting to try to ward away all of the depressing thoughts that have crowding in her head for the past month.
