We held hands as we walked down the street and a guilty feeling began to eat at my heart. The girl looked at the world around her in colour, a look of wonder on her face, but I didn't want to see it. I couldn't see a colour without feeling sick.
"So," I began, forcing myself to remain calm. "You wanna be a K-pop idol?" I couldn't help but stare at her as she nodded, her chocolate brown hair bouncing slightly on her forehead. She's so hot... I looked down at her chest and a knot formed in my stomach. Fuck. I couldn't be thinking like this. I had a girlfriend.
But she was my soulmate.
I turned my head away from her and breathed deeply, allowing myself to admire the bright green of the trees as they swayed in the warm orange glow of the sun.
"I've wanted to be an idol for a long time and Korea just seemed like the right place to do it." God her voice was so sweet and sexy. Heat rose to my cheeks as she continued. "You get to travel the world and learn a new language and I heard the training was excellent here. Especially at JYP."
The building was right up ahead, the very presence of it threatening me with bad memories.
"I wouldn't do it if I was you." I mumbled. "All that happens in there is rejection. Especially with your level of Korean. You'll be trampled on by the other trainees." She stopped walking which jerked me to a halt. I had no choice but to look at her.
The tears that I expected were there, but there was something else behind those big brown eyes. Fire.
"You're Hirai Momo." She said, never breaking eye contact or letting go of my hand. "Aren't you." Her commanding voice was in complete contrast to how she had spoken to me before.
I didn't know what to say.
"I watched Sixteen and you inspired me." She lifted her spare hand to wipe the tears that fell down her cheeks. "I threw away everything to do this because YOU inspired me to. Because that's what YOU did." My heart felt hollow. I wanted to hug Dahyun. I missed her already.
She tapped my chest with her index finger, letting go of my hand and the world folded back into a state of black and white. Her body became so close to mine. So close that I could predict when the next tear would drip from her eyelids. So close that I could count the individual moles on her face. I didn't even know this girl... what was she doing to me?
I felt her cool breath hit my face as she said: "My name's Myoui Mina. You'll know my name soon enough, and it won't be because of failure."
Her lips met mine in a slow rhythmic kiss. I did not know Myoui Mina, but this felt so right. I had a girlfriend, but this felt so right. I kept my eyes open to watch her face. The colour was back, and her cheeks had a pink tinge. Her hands were in my hair. I touched the skin that was just beneath her shirt. Her skin was soft, and her muscles were hard. Her body shivered.
We only pulled away from each other when we ran out of air.
"I don't even know you..." I began but Mina's finger met my lips. Then she began to walk away, leaving me hot, embarrassed and in the hell of black and white.
"I'll show you Hirai." She said as she walked into JYP.
"I fucked up, Jihyo." I paced around my room, my stomach churning and tears streaming down my face. "I've fucked up big time."
"Calm down and talk me through it." Jihyo's voice on the other end of the phone was soothing, but I still felt like throwing up.
"I've been lying to you all." I cried. "I've been lying to Dahyun. And now I've done something really bad."
A/N: Thanks to everyone who decided to read this :) Please let me know what you think...
This chapter's a little shorter today, but the next chapter will be longer so don't worry. We're just about half way through this book so get ready...
The teaser for KILL THIS LOVE is amazing and I almost cried. Lisa was attacking me with her visuals.
It's like a miracle that Blackpink is releasing new music.

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