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Jungkook's POV
30th July, 7:15 pm
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"I think I can help you," Jennie states, abruptly.

Raising my gaze, I meet her vision, though its lack of emotion leaves me puzzled. Seeking clarity, I ask, "How?"

"Take a look at this," she digs out something from her sweater pocket. It turns out to be a pair of sunglasses. They seem quite upscale, though I'm not entirely sure they'll sufficiently cover my face.

"I...don't think that would work," I remark, my attention still fixed on the sunglasses. I can't even ascertain if they'll fit my head properly.

"It's probably not much of a help but, something is better than nothing. Besides, the size shouldn't be an issue; they're wide enough and durable," she reassures me, noting my hesitation. To further persuade me, she adds, "If you're unsure, why not try them on?"

I hesitate but the determination on her face has me reaching out the proffered sunglasses. The brand "Gentle Monster" adorns them, an emblem of both luxury and novelty. Accepting this feels somewhat questionable, ethically. As I wear the sunglasses, I discover that they adapt and stretch to fit snugly. The temple arms are spacious and comfortable, although they don't completely hide my identity. Nevertheless, in this circumstance, something is better than nothing.

"See, it's not as bad as you might think," she interjects, drawing a thankful smile from me. We share a brief but meaningful exchange of smiles, the atmosphere slightly awkward yet laced with a sense of camaraderie.

"Um...thank you, I suppose," I say, attempting to maintain a calm demeanour as I offer her a grateful smile. "Do you carry sunglasses in your pocket, by the way?"

She laughs and I stare.

I find myself entranced by her, lost in the melody of her laughter. Unintentionally, my lips form a gentle smile, mirroring the one that graces her own face. My gaze traces the delicate lines of her features—the slight creases near her eyes, the way her eyes twinkle, the glimpse of her gums, and how her laughter casts an enchanting glow upon her entire being. A warmth begins to spread in my chest, a sensation that I can't quite put into words.

She feels like moonlight.

Never before have I witnessed any smile quite as charming as hers. It's enchanting.

"I'm doomed," I mutter underneath my breathe and she doesn't hear it.

"No, it just so happened to be in my pocket today," She stops her laughter to respond; she continues, "But I do wear sunglasses frequently. And interestingly, I've recently partnered with Gentle Monster, so this pair was a little token of appreciation from them."

"Oh...it doesn't feel right to take it from you then," I take off the sunglasses, hesitating as I realize they were a gift to her.

"It's alright," she reassures me, and I find myself unsure of how to respond. A sense of awkwardness descends, and I find my fingers fidgeting with the sunglasses while bending my head down.

"Um-" I start to break the silence, but she interrupts, "You're going to be late. You should head off now," her words delivered in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Goodbye then..." I say and then quickly add, "You should go first, noona. I'll watch you leave."

"Okay...Goodbye," she says with a smile, turning to leave. True to our promise, it is indeed a farewell—she walks away.

As I watch her enter the building, she offers a slight bow before disappearing inside, and I instinctively do the same. Once she's gone, I find myself muttering to the emptiness, "Bye."

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Lisa's POV
31st July, 2:05 pm
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"Chaeyoung-ah, bring Jennie unnie with you and come over," I say over the phone, balancing it between my ear and shoulder as I hang clothes on the clothesline.

"Where? Dorm?" She asks from the other end of the phone. It's funny how she's not wondering "why," But focusing on the location instead. Maybe after all this time living together, we don't need reasons to meet up. But you'd think being so close would make her curious about the purpose since we're practically always together.

"No no, my apartment, Yongsan Central Park," I answer before getting lost in my thoughts. Memories of the four of us living together throughout the years come rushing back – the joy, the pain, the ups, and the downs. Above all, the liveliness. With our growing independence and age, we have recently come to a tough decision.

We all will be moving out soon.

Like in a month. We have discussed this in the past few weeks. We've had conversations amongst ourselves and with our agency. Now we're able to stand on our own financially, and our agency doesn't have to provide that for us anymore. Yet, amidst the practicality of it all, there's a bittersweet tinge to the realization that the four of us will soon part ways, although we will remain as BLACKPINK. But sharing a home means sharing the strongest bond. Which will end soon for us. We'll yearn for the camaraderie we shared, the moments we spent together – an ache for every fragment of what once was. The mere contemplation of this impending change casts a sombre hue upon my heart. Though the path forward is for the best, the heart can't help but feel blue.

And I should be smiling. I'm the only one who can say the farewell with a smile. I'm the only one who can make them smile.

"Sure thing. I'll head over," Rosé's voice snaps me back to the present moment. She chimes in, "Oh, by the way, what about Jisoo unnie?"

"I think she's already here," I reply as the doorbell rings, cutting me off. I had already given Jisoo unnie a call, and she is the first one to arrive.

"Got it," Rosé acknowledges, "Catch you later."

"Take care," I respond, lifting the phone closer to my mouth for better audibility before setting it aside and using my now-free hands to end the call. Tossing my phone onto the bed, I make my way downstairs, wiping my hands on my t-shirt along the way. I activate the digital lock camera monitor of the front door to make sure that it is Jisoo unnie, and upon doing so, I press the unlock button. The sound of a mechanism disengaging reaches my ears as I also hear Jisoo unnie opening to door to come inside.

Filled with eagerness to ask about her quick arrival, I hasten my steps to greet her. However, it's her freshly dyed hair that catches me off guard, leaving me genuinely surprised. I hadn't realize it on the door-lock camera.

"Oh my God, what the hell?!" I blurt out without a second thought, my surprise evident and unmasked. Jisoo unnie chuckles, fully aware of the reason behind my surprise.

"Snowdrop shooting has wrapped up, and they mentioned I have some freedom to do anything like dyeing my hair or whatever else I want to, at least for the time being. And honestly, I've been wanting to try something fresh for a while now, so..." She explains while unwearing her shoes.

"I swear, I didn't notice it on the door-lock security camera. I actually thought it was just a play of light on your naturally coloured hair. But now that I see you in person, it's like a light bulb moment...like what in the world!" I exclaim, my hands automatically flying to cover my mouth, which hangs open in surprise.

Jisoo unnie lets out another chuckle and steps into the house. She casually tosses her handbag onto the coffee table before sprawling comfortably onto the couch. I take a seat beside her. She closes her eyes and lets out a deep exhale clearly from exhaustion, while I reach out to touch her hair to get a better look at the new dye.

"BLINKs will love to see, The blonde Jisoo," I exclaim dramatically, my grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Light brown-haired Jisoo!" She corrects and then suddenly opens her eyes wide with curiosity, looking at me, she says, "So, what is it? Why did you call all of us over?"

"Just wait until Jennie and Rosé arrive," I respond, flashing a half-mysterious, half-mischievous smile, leaving her hanging in suspense.

She scoffs, "Huh, your smile is more mysterious than Mona Lisa's – you've outdone her." I'm left puzzled, unsure whether it's a compliment or an insult, but I choose to take it positively. As a compliment.

"Of course, I'm way better than her. She is kinda Lisa," I boast, embracing a touch of narcissism.

"Yeah, yeah," she retorts, giving me a disgusted look and earning a playful punch from me.

"Ouch! Lego, stop! I'm not carved out of wood," I protest as my youngest cat, Lego, with a mix of excitement and misunderstanding, tries to scratch my leg like it's a wooden surface.

My outcry is joined by an unexpected chorus from the surprise I had meticulously set up. Well, there goes my big reveal. The surprise itself won't stop barking from the other room.

Jisoo unnie jumps up from the couch, her voice carrying surprise, "What in the world just happened?" She looks here and there and wonders aloud, "Is there a dog here?!"

Before I can respond my new pet- 'Love' a puppy, chimes in, barking with concern, thinking that I'm in danger. As soon as Love realizes that I'm okay, his barking subsides. He approaches me and gently licks my foot, a mixture of relief and affection.

"Why is it that my pets seem to see me as objects? One scratches and another is giving me a lick," I muse with a chuckle.

Jisoo interjects, wide-eyed, "Is this why you called us over? For this?" she points at Love.

Grinning widely, I confirm, "Yep." I can't help but give Love a good rub behind his ear. Then, a realization dawns on me that Jisoo unnie is probably subtly underestimating him. In a slightly exasperated tone, I question, "But hey, unnie, are you looking down on Love right now?"

"No," unnie responds, but evidently sensing my skepticism, she adds with emphasis, "Absolutely not. His name is Love? How cute! What breed is he?"

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Jennie unnie and Chaeyoung have joined us now as well. But none of them seem particularly pleased that I made them come all the way to here just to introduce my new pet. As a sort of penalty, I am now preparing Ramen for them while the three of them relax and enjoy The Queen's Gambit on Netflix. It's a bit frustrating to witness.

My glare, burning with frustration, doesn't escape their notice. Instead of being deterred, they respond with unflinching smiles. Jennie unnie beckons urgently for me to join them, which softens my glare. While washing the half-boiled ramen noodles, I get distracted by the shrill ring of my phone. Glancing at the screen, I see Bambam's name flashing. The reason for his call eludes me, fueling my curiosity. Despite the whirlwind of thoughts, I accept the call, carefully cradling the phone between my ear and shoulder, as my hands are preoccupied for the making of the ramen.

"Hello?" I utter.

"Hey," he responds, elongating the greeting in an almost theatrical manner.

"Yeah, Bambam," I retort, keeping my response curt. An uncomfortable silence stretches between us, as his words remain elusive.

"Umm... so, are you at home? Do you have guests over or something? I can hear noises," he interjects suddenly, leaving me perplexed by the unexpected line of questioning.

"Members are here...why do you ask?" I interrogate, a hint of suspicion in my voice. He usually doesn't bring up stuff like this on calls. Something's definitely brewing. I wish he would just stop beating around the bush and cut to the chase.

"Hey, could you come down from your apartment for a moment?" he says quietly, almost in a whisper. I had to strain to hear him, but eventually, his words reached me. Though I understood what he said, his purpose remained unclear. Why would he want me to come downstairs? Before I could inquire further, he adds, "Don't ask anything, just come down."

Is he out in front of my building? I quickly remove my apron, catching Chaeyoung's attention; her anticipation for the ramen is evident. Across the room, her eyes widen with curiosity and perhaps a hint of surprise, prompting her to inquire, "Where are you headed?"

"Just be right back," I assure, hastening towards the exit. I slide my feet into my shoes and step out. Although Bambam's precise location remains uncertain, I waste no time descending the stairs. Strangely enough, the search is brief—there he stands, right outside the building, as if almost expected.

"Hey," he says, again just like that- theatrically elongated.

My hands find a comfortable spot in the pockets of my pants, and with measured steps, I close the distance between us, offering a soft-spoken yet sincere, "Hey," in return.

"I intended to come see you, but you said that you have the members over at your place. Figured that it might be easier if I give you this here," he explains, slowly revealing something he had concealed behind his back. I take out my hands from my pocket and stand there in awkward position. It's a bouquet of Lilies that he is holding out.

A bouquet of yellow lilies unfurls like a sunlit daybreak. Their graceful stems carry the promise of a radiant morning, their vibrant hue capturing the essence of sunflowers and summertime. As I draw closer, the air carries a subtle whisper of nature's elegance, as if the very essence of sunshine has been distilled into delicate petals. With each petal gracefully opening, the bouquet seems to sing a soft serenade to the joy of basking in nature's beauty. It's as if a piece of the sun itself has been woven into this tapestry of petals.

My eyes meet his, brimming with confusion and curiosity. His eyes, hold a touch of nervous excitement as he offers me the bouquet. Why would he have bought me flowers? And why this unexpected gesture all of a sudden? The air itself seems to hold a hint of intrigue as I try to fathom the romantic undertones -I could be mistaken- behind this unexpected gesture.

As he extends the bouquet, a tender smile graces his lips, revealing a connection that transcends words. The moment feels suspended, as if the universe itself conspired to create this intimate tableau.

Time stands still as I take the bouquet, the delicate petals were the shade of yellow that I love the most.

Then I remember that yellow is the colour of friendship.

Curving my lips into a smile, I inquire, "What is this for?"

"Seeing you push yourself so hard lately, I figured these might bring a smile to your face. Cheer up, noona. Take a breath, and don't overwork yourself, your solo will career will be alright anyway. And if things ever get tough, just look at these blooms. They're a burst of life," he confides, his demeanor calm. He's perceptive, yet perhaps unaware that his gesture just comforted me right now. "It'll also remind you of my handsome face," he adds, there he goes, ugh.

"Also...Lilies remind me of you, especially your smile. Both are like sunshine. Enchanting," He says further, offering a nonchalant shrug, just before I could retort and call him not-handsome.

Lilies remind him of my smile. My smile is as enchanting as a sunshine, he says.

"Bambam-ah" I call his name as I look up from the flowers with a smile. Our gazes intertwined, I impulsively utter, "Can you get me the red flowers next time?"

"Huh?" He responds, puzzled.

"Huh?!" I echo.

Red flowers signify romantic affection. Love.