Make You MINE (Retold - A Blackpink Story)

CHAPTER 9 - Memories

Bangkok, Thailand

Flashback (10 years earlier)

It was a usual evening on a typical night in Central Bangkok. Hot and humid with a sense of vibrancy filling the streets. Smiling faces and beautiful temples surrounded the neon lights that shone down on the locals and tourists that inhabited the area.

However in a small house, in a well-kept and friendly neighbourhood much like any other, there was a sense of chaos disrupting the usual calming tranquility that few outsiders ever saw.

"Marcus, I'm leaving! I'm not happy and I haven't been for a long time!"

A young Thai girl stirred awake from her deep, peaceful slumber by the yelling and arguments of her parents downstairs. She clutched tightly to her small brown teddy bear, a yellow ribbon placed around its neck with the name Nini embroidered into it. Silently, she crept across the carpet floor. Opening the door ajar, she sat huddled by the wall listening sadly similar to the many nights before as the shouting grew louder.

"We can work things out! Please don't leave me, think about Lisa!" Her father, a middle aged man with black hair and glasses, was pleading with a woman who was storming towards the front door.

Passing the rows of family portraits along the hallway, so many smiles and happy days ceasing to be nothing but a memory long since faded by the anguish of the last few years.

Holding her luggage tightly in her hand, the little girl's mother scoffed, grabbing her car keys. "You're always working and for what? The restaurant is failing, our debts are unmanageable and you're spending money on things we don't need! Like this!"

She held a piece of paper in her hands, a receipt of an exclusive school in the city center.

Sorrowfully the man looked down, the bags under his eyes from lack of sleep and over work were evident. "Lisa really wanted to attend dance lessons, she's passionate about it. I don't see it as a waste."

The woman pushed the receipt into his hands, yelling as she turned again towards the door. "Her dance lessons are not a priority!"

The little girl hugged the tiny bear closer, closing her eyes as she sobbed. The feeling of disappointment, as though she was a burden and the cause of her parent's problems.

"But they make her happy and she's talented; I don't want her to give up something she enjoys. Maybe if you come and watch her rehease-"

He reached for his wife's hand but was instantly interrupted. "And when do I have time for that?! I'm trying to get us out of the mess you've put us in! We can't afford those lessons, it doesn't give her a proper future. She'll be destined to have overly big ambitions and end up failing... just like you!"

Her mother's words were venomous but still the girl's father tightly held his wife's hand who glanced back at him in sadness. "Chitthip, please don't leave me... I can do better, I can be a better husband. Just don't go..."

She shook head and pulled her hand away. Opening the door to walk away from her home and family. "I'm sorry, I can't stay here anymore. Goodbye Marcus."

Queitly, the little girl sobbed as she watched the door close. Her father downstairs too sat beside the wall, crying as he felt helpless. Afterwards, he was never the same.

As the years passed by, more heartache followed but still the young girl grew into a confident and strong young woman. She never forgot that day though and all the others after that seemed somehow tainted by it's memory leaving her with a sense of uncertainty and mistrust, a fear of caring for anyone who too would one day leave.