Lisa

I just finished eating dinner and obviously, that hungry bunny didn't join me.

I look around and saw maids doing their jobs even at night. I mean, it's already past 9 and they're all still working.

Like, not even a peck of dust should be left anywhere.

"Hey." I nudged a random maid who is busy fixing some expensive looking ass figurines.

She faced me and bowed, "What shall I help you with, Milady?"

I looked at her from head to toe, "You look really young. How old are you?"

"I'm 15 years old, Milady." She answered, lowering her head.

Fifteen?! That's way too young for a maid!

"Who the fuck hired a minor?" I muttered to myself.

"I grew up here, Milady. Madame Jeon took me in and provided for my needs. But doing this for Madame Jeon and her family is the least I could do to payback." She blabbered.

I just nodded at her, "You better study well, then. So you can become whoever you want to be."

She nodded, "I will! I want to become like you, Milady!"

"Like me? A Princess?" I snorted.

"Y-Yes. I want to serve people and bring happiness-"

I held both her shoulders, "Kid, you should stop dreaming about being a Princess. There's more to being a princess than being a queen."

She furrowed her brows, "Aren't you going to be a queen soon, Milady?"

I chuckled, "Maybe. But you know what I know? I know you're gonna be a great person someday. You remind me so much about myself before." And I patted her head.

Looking at her brings back all the memories of my past. Good and bad memories.

"Y-Young Master!" The kid bowed when she saw Jungkook standing by the stairs behind me.

I turned to him, "How long have you been standing there?"

"Just a while." He shrugged his shoulders and walked passed me.

I watch him walk towards the kitchen, filling a glass of water and gulping it down his manly throat.

I leaned on the kitchen counter and looked down at him.

He's wearing his all black outfit like always. His tattoos showing.

"Are you done checking me out?" He asked right after putting the empty glass on the sink.

I tilted my head, "Are you usually this fresh when you're home?"

"I look the same wherever I go." He said.

"Well, you look really innocent right now. Except for the tattoos." I pointed at his right arm.

"Why do you have that tattoo?" I asked, pointing at him arm.

"What tattoo? I got tons." He said.

"The please love me." I spat, making him silent for a while.

He looked away, "It's for nothing. I just liked the way it looks."

Liar.

I sighed and turned my back against him. Then I caught something right across the room, just near the living room.

"That's a classic violin." I said when I saw a displayed vintage violin right on top of the fireplace.

"Classic Trash." Jungkook spat.

"Trash? It looks cool to me. Plus, I know you play violin. Your mom told me." I said.

He suddenly gave me an intimidating stare, "What else did she tell you?"

"That's it. Is there anything else I should know about you?" I asked.

He shook his head, "I'm going to bed."

"But that violin looks really cool! Play it!" I held his arm before he could even leave.

"You play it yourself." He pulled his hand back and went upstairs.

"What a pussy." I muttered to myself and stared back at the violin.

The more I stare at it, the more it gets weird inside me. It's giving me deja vu.

Because it looks familiar.

My feet suddenly moved on its own, bringing me closer to the violin and taking it in my arms.

I don't usually play violin back in Thailand because I'm busy learning other instruments too.

Or rather, busy becoming a perfect princess that everyone expects me to be.

I stared down at the violin in my hands. I caressed its texture, its familiar size and weight, its smell.

I suddenly felt the urge to play this certain song.

And so I did. I took the bow and rested my chin on the violin. I closed my eyes as the bow is slowly getting closer with the strings.

My body felt lighter when I finally started playing.

The song, the movement, the violin I have in my hands is like a deja vu. And being able to bring something good from my past even though I couldn't remember it, it's comforting.

Salut d'Amor is probably a common song for me. But something about this wedding song is giving me familiar feels.

Like I've heard this before from someone...

Like it was for me.

I slide the last note of the song with my bow, slowly opening my eyes after the long silence upon ending.

"Who are you?" I muttered to myself.

I'm sure I'm missing something here. Or... just forgot someone.

I looked down at the violin but noticed something on the tip of the scroll of the violin.

I squinted my eyes and took a closer look.

There was something engraved on it. Like letters. I took a closer look again, wiping the tip for a better view.

"JK & P?" I read.

JK probably means Jungkook. Or Jungkyu, Jungkook's father.

But if this is Mr. Jeon's violin, he wouldn't display it here. And Mrs. Jeon's first name doesn't start with P.

"Hey." I called the nearest maid.

"Yes, Milady?" The maid immediately bowed to me.

"Is this Mr. Jeon's violin?" I asked.

But she shook her head, "It's Young Master's violin, Milady! Ever since he was a kid!"

I furrowed my brows in confusion, "Since he was a kid? D-Did he have any friends before? A name starting with P?"

"I'm sorry, Milady. I don't remember any. Young Master grew up alone his entire life." The maid bowed as an apology.

That's impossible.

I walked upstairs and immediately barged inside his room. Only to find him comfortably lying on his bed while talking to someone on his phone.

"Who is P?" I sat on the edge of his bed.

"Taehyung, I'm hanging up-"

"Wait! Was that Lisa?! Hey, Lisa! It's me Tae!" I heard Taehyung on his phone.

Jungkook just rolled his eyes and ended the call.

"What are you doing here? Your room is three doors away!" Jungkook glared at me.

"I'm asking you a question." I said, putting the violin on his bed.

"What question?" He face palmed himself.

"Who is P?" I looked down at the violin.

He went silent for a while, "Why should I tell you?"

"Because... I-I just want to know. I'm bored." I reasoned out.

He scoffed, "Let's just pretend you're not lying."

I rolled my eyes at him and laid on his bed, waiting for him to spill.

"Fine. If you're that curious, I can tell you a little." He fixed himself on the bed.

"I don't remember much about her. But I met her when we were kids." He started.

I raised an eyebrow, "So it's a her. Continue."

"Yeah, she's a girl. I think we were around 9 or 10 when we met. She's the one who gave me this violin." He said.

"So is she some sort of like, your first love or something?" I asked, chuckling.

"You can say that. We were just kids before. But I only met her once when I ran out of the house because me and Dad fought. And then I met her in the park, playing a song. She handed me the violin and said she'd play the same song if I promise to marry her someday." Jungkook continued.

I giggled, "What a cute love story."

"It was just a childish promise. After that, I never met her again." Jungkook spat.

"Did you ever got her name? P?" I asked.

"No. She's the one who engraved those letters on the violin, not me." Jungkook said.

I tilted my head, "Huh, you told her your name but not hers."

"I was anti-social before." Jungkook said.

"Even now." I chuckled.

I heard him sigh, "I should've asked for her name."

I furrowed my brows, "Why?"

"Because first love never dies." Jungkook said.

I scoffed, "That sounds cheating. Eunha will probably get jealous."

"You mean you?" Jungkook joked.

I rolled my eyes and sat up, "You know what? Your story sounded familiar."

"Which part?" Jungkook asked.

"Every part of it." I said.

He chuckled, "Do you have a first love too?"

"No. I don't remember anything from my past aside from my name." I said.

"Isn't your birth name Lisa?" Jungkook asked.

I shook my head, "It's Pranpriya."

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Who do you guys think is P?
- satanya000