"The pattering sound
Of the rain,
Felt like you around,
Easing my pain.

Not many know,
The pulverising
Feeling I hold:
Hurting and aching.

Things don't work out
The way we want,
When we need 'em to

Yet here I pour another shot,
Letting it flow down
My throat,
Making me an open fire."

⊱ ───ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ─── ⊰

"Why do we have to do this?" Her hesitant cries of reluctance meant nothing but agreement to his ears. He was determined to show the world of friendship and love he had been building all these years.

"Just follow up. I know master will be mad with us for sneaking out but I'm sure Hyung will manage everything."

His assuring words weren't enough to coax her doubtful curiosity. Minutes past midnight, it was. The night's glow gleamed as firey balls for the young couple experiencing their youthful romance.

The stars appeared to be lanterns that guided to the surprise he had been planning and not to forget, the breeze of December, in its own tranquillity and solace, sang symphonic ballads of the pair's lovestory.

"Stop, stop!" He said as he finally let go off her hand and presented the candle lit bench, where she would sit for hours everyday.

"Why would you do that?" Her gleeful smile questioned him about his certain cherishes of doing things, that would always end up impressing her.

"I wanted to gift you something. It's your birthday, darling. Happy Birthday, my love." He bent on his knees and brought out the cake, he bought with his year long savings.

"Oh my god! You needed not do all these." She pulled him off his knees and giggled at his attempts of gifting her.

"I needed to. You always gift me."

"Love doesn't need you to do things that cost you your arms and legs."

"My arms and legs are intact." His comments made her crack her unafraid and mesmerising chortle.

"I love you." He walked her to the bench as they stared in eachother's galactic globes of genuine emotions.

"I love you too~"

⊱ ───ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ─── ⊰

"Wake up." I yawned as I felt soft fingers fidling with my hair. I opened my eyes to realise that I had slept off in the metro ride. I had accompanied Y/n, my guide, back to the house and being worn out with hours of walking to the station, I couldn't help but close my eyes.

"Umm... I'm sorry. I must have made you feel uncomfortable." I sat up straight, bowing to the woman next to me, for all the inconveniences I resulted.

"It's okay, haha. Don't worry. I was also sleeping. Our stop is gonna be in a matter of minutes. Be ready." She replied. Hearing her, my heart relaxed yet I was quite embarrassed to have slept off, that also on a woman I know not even a week.

I collected my stuff and was preparing for leaving when I realised I had completely forgotten to bring my canvas with me. I just pulled my bag and exited from the premises, which is again a fault of my severe amnesia.

I looked at Y/n with awkwardness and reluctance painting my face white. Should I say her?

"Is there a problem?" She asked, uncomfortable with my discomfort.

"I actually forgot my canvas." I spoke, hesitant at every word.

"Thank Goodness I'm not alone. Oh My!"

"What?"

"I forgot my canvas as well. I was afraid to say that to Antonella. I'll call her and tell her to get both ours. I would be doomed off if I was alone in the sinking boat."

I pressed my lips tight, preventing my laugh from echoing in the silent transport. All this while I thought that I was the biggest idiot and the absolute reckless. And it appears that I finally have someone similar.

She giggled at us, probably thinking the same as me. Her fingers tapped on her phone screen, dialing my sister, whose loud voice was well audible to me.

Antonella was offended by both of us but let it pass as I got the upper hand of being the younger. Being the younger is an absolute bliss.

"Ehe! She agreed to get us our canvases." She giggled. My eyes fixated themselves on her soft laugh, like the bloom of a fresh bud after the dew.

Her face was something different than most people. It wasn't korean, it wasn't foreign. It felt known yet unknown. It felt a mystery itself yet an epic poem passed down throughout the history.

She was a perfect model for any artwork and I wonder, why such a pretty face isn't already crowned the Miss World tittle.

"Has anyone told you, you're actually beautiful?" The gates of the vehicle opened and a mass of crowd started getting down, amongst whom stood her and I.

"Well, all my admirers did." She joked.

"Aha? Did any friend ever say that to you?"

"In some rather aggressive tone? Your sister did."

"Like what?" We checked our train pass on the exit as I laughed at her statement. Not that Antonella hasn't got a satirical humour, but rather aggressive is some strong allegation.

"She was like: Beastie, you look horrendous." I burst laughing, knowing what the sentence actually meant. Antonella's speciality was to always say the opposite when it came to complimenting.

"I hope that never actually panged your heart. She has a dry sense of humour." I said, trying to soothe any conflicting feelings one might get.

"Nah, I knew that soon after how we first met. The reason why I stay with her is that I don't have a home here. Foreign exchange. And I didn't get a dorm. So while coming out of the office, I crashed into her and got my paints over her. Her response had to be the sweetest and meanest thing I heard."

"What did she say?"

"Hey you paint brush like haired girl, do I appear like your painting Canvas? That was her first impression. My canvas."

"Impressionism."

"Oh, that reminds me, what technique did you use in the class? That wasn't some boy or girl, but looked like..."

"Looked like a tree with wiggly branches and a globe in dress and pants. Yes, that is that you saw. It was surrealism. I like that and that's what I drew."

"Cool. So whom did you draw?"

"Myself and Antonella. I thought I'd gift it to her but, my fate wants something different." I sighed at my own frickle  minded self.

No matter how hard I try to gift somebody, I end up being a victim of my own recklessness. I was so excited to give the girl the first artwork I did since I came here.

"It's okay, when she sees it, she'll be surprised alone."

"Hopefully. Where are we going?" I asked, realising it's not the same road as yesterday.

"We're walking to Jimin's hospital... And here we are." We stopped infront of a huge, white building. It's board read as 'Asan Medical Center'. I've read a lot about it and it's medical facilities, including the counselling unit.

Asan Medical Center is the country's highest ranking hospital with some of the best doctors serving here.

I didn't know Jimin was such a high profile psychological medical professional.

Well, he did give a rich and educated vibe.

"C'mon." I followed Y/n and walked inside the reception and sat outside in the seating arena. Y/n tapped something on her phone and I looked around, experiencing the beauties of a hospital. This hospital looked so fancy as the nurses pushed wheelchairs with patients while some patients and their families, walked in and out.

"You're not in the group, are you? The members are chatting about you."

"What are they saying?" Y/n showed me her phone, and reading the messages got me shy at once.

"Lemme add you and surprise them."

"You need my number, right?" Telling her my contact number, I noticed the notification bulb light and fished my phone out and opened the group chat.

'Same Brain Celled SQUAD!', what a name! Indeed a group of some serious craziness. I need to insist Jimin for doing a therapy session for these people.

___________________________________

RosiePosie

He was also?

Lalalalisa

Yes

BamBamkio

I didn't think
He'd be there too.

Chanie

He has to, right?
It's his sis afterall.

Jendeuki

Who's this you all
talking of?

Jake-ya'raussieboi

Jungkook.
Antonella's cousin.

Jayyay

Why's your name
Aussieboi?
You not alone.

RosiePosie

Unimportant talk.
Cancelled.
Thank goodness
Jk ain't in the group.

MinnieDarl

Indeed.
He'd think us crazy.

Chittaphon✧

Not that we're not.

Artisty/n

But you all are legit
simping over him.

WakieWakie-izFelix

He is a simp material.
God, he shouldn't see
our chat room.
We have to clear history
before adding him.

JungaintKooking

Hello.
Been here the whole
🕒

WakieWakie-izFelix

Oh man!

Chittaphon✧

I'm dead.

MinnieDarl

Felix and Arthur
simped the most.

KingArthur

King Arthur is dead.

JungaintKooking

I'm simping over
Felix and Idk Arthur.

WakieWakie-izFelix

He's our other member.

JungaintKooking

Understandable.

MinnieDarl

How'd you get in
the group?

📷clicktonella~

Hi 🦊!

RosiePosie

Annyeong.

Lalalalisa

Hooo!

Artisty/n

👋🏻👋🏻

JungaintKooking

Anyways, Bye!

Chanie

Bye Mate!

Jake-ya'raussieboi

Bye, Mate.

WakieWakie-izFelix

👋🏻

📷clicktonella~

I just came and you
all left?
😗🙂🙄

______________________________

"You have a hard influence on them." She giggled at my crimson cheeks, flustered by the level of admiration they had for me, just on the first day.

Originally, people never liked me. I was different. I learnt everything slow and slower. My learning capacity was much less than kids of my age and not to mention, my shy self, which I still hold on, acted like my thorns before the throne.

And receiving so much of care on the very day of genesis, felt like a coup of threat yet a genuine hug of warmth.

"I think, I do." I hid my face from her sight and blushed harder.

"You're blushing? Wooh!"

"Yah!" I whispered under my breath and followed her footsteps, strolling ruggedly and catching up with Dr. Park Jimin.

"Let's go home, shall we?" Jimin nudged a tiny elbow hit on my shoulder and I flashed my pale smile at him.

The little cracks in my heart had an essence of fragmented happiness. Little worry existed infact, but I don't happen to mind them.

Everything was crystal clear like the little dreams I had and all that I could wonder about was the beautiful day I experienced, untill I noticed a familiar body sitting next to me.

Jimin was driving and Y/n was just next to him, scrolling through Pinterest on her phone. I was alone in the backseat.

"Lavenders blue dilly dilly,
Lavenders green..."

She sang a nostalgic rhyme from the days when we were kids and I knew not the lyrics. But that echoing rhythm of the verses played in my head like I have always learnt the song.

"When... I am king dilly, dilly..."

My lips uttered dried up words on their own and I wasn't walking my brain in the dark side of the yearnings. It felt like I was drunk and all alone when no one would let me sleep. In the cold conundrums of my parched memories and feelings, I was travelling to a world I didn't wish to visit.

I was trying to catch the orphic beauty that escaped my fingers with a wild laugh.

"You shall be queen."

"What the fuck! Jungkook!"

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Hey Rosairises!!

Yep, we have our fifth chapter out and just how I said, our real story starts now.

Not really, though.

It will.

Also, it took me ages to find a video of this beautiful voice from Cinderella since wattpad wouldn't let any other be on.

Incase you don't have YT premium (I expect most to not) please split your screen if available in order to get Lilly's voice.

It's not available on Spotify.

Anyways, Bye Bye!!