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She Lives In This Suite

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6 months later

"...And this boy, Bill, from one of my classes, I think, Language – or was it Social Studies? Well, anyway, he's a total dickhea-"

Chaeyoung abruptly stopped walking, glaring as she looked towards the 11-year-old girl, "Ella," She warned, narrowing her eyes when the younger girl just shrugged defensively.

"What?"

"Language!" Chaeyoung exclaimed. Ella just rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath. Chaeyoung chuckled lightly as she leaned down in order to wipe the ice cream smudges on her sister's cheeks with a napkin before continuing their journey towards the nearby park. "Anyway, Bill?"

"Ugh! I really hate him!" Chaeyoung struggled to hold in her laughter as she watched the younger girl gesture with her hands frantically as she spoke. "He's the most annoying boy in school. He's very loud, like, he just wouldn't stop blabbing and blabbing about all kinds of nonsense. He'll bump into me in the hallways on purpose whenever he gets the chance to, pulls my hair bands off and makes me chase after him everywhere that'd always get us both stuck in detention after class. I just don't understand what's with him! He's annoying and he's always so mean to me and- Unnie! Why are you laughing?!"

Chaeyoung shook her head as she continued to let out uncontrollable snickers. Letting go of Ella's hand when they sat down on the first bench they spotted at the park, she watched amusedly as the little girl sent her a confused frown. "I'm sorry. It just seems to me that Bill's got, I don't know, a little crush, maybe?"

"Unnie!" A blush immediately creeped up the younger girl's face, making Chaeyoung laugh even more. "No, he doesn't! If he does, then, why would he be such an assho-"

"Ella!"

Ella raised both of her hands, rolling her eyes as she chuckled lightly as well. "Sorry!"

On the other hand, Chaeyoung just smirked, a teasing expression still on her face. "Well, believe it or not, I've been to sixth grade, too. And I bet you a nickel, annoying you is just this boy's way of grabbing your attention."

The blush spreading across Ella's face turned into an even darker shade at the statment.

"T-that's not how it works!" She stuttered out, frowning deeper when her sister reached out to pinch her now severely reddened cheeks.

"Sure, baby." Chaeyoung dismissed, making the younger girl pout. Ella felt like she needed to defend herself from her sister's teasing accusations, failing to realize sooner what just came rushing out of her mouth as she continued to try and reason out.

"Well, I didn't see Jisoo-unnie pissing you off that one night when the three of us facetimed togethe-"

Chaeyoung visibly froze on her seat, flinching, and effectively catching the little girl's attention. Ella's eyes widened when she realized the accidental slip of the brunette's name with her words, turning abruptly to face the frozen blonde's direction with hands covering her slightly parted mouth.

"Oh, Chaeyoung-unnie, I'm so sorry. I-I didn't-" She continued to stutter out despite not really knowing what to say.

The 11-year-old knows well of how difficult it still is for her sister to talk about the brunette, or even just include her name in their conversations. It's already been 6 months since Chaeyoung last saw Jisoo. She never got the chance to talk to her again after that morning at the Hamptons, when Jisoo left her by herself in her room and fled to God knows where.

No one ever knew where Jisoo went that day, suddenly disappearing without saying a thing to anyone – not even to Jennie and Kai. Chaeyoung could still remember the way her chest weighed a thousand pounds when she knocked on Jisoo's door desperately the moment she finally got back to Manhattan with Lisa, but Jisoo didn't answer the door for her that night.

Or the next night.

Or the night after.

"Rosie," She remembers Lisa saying when she came by to check on her once. "Give her time, okay? She needs it. Lots of it."

She told the Thai everything that'd happened, and she wonders why Lisa never got mad at her about it.

Maybe she understands.

She shouldn't. What Chaeyoung did was way too low and she knew how insensitive it was for her to talk about Jisoo's past 6-year relationship, (let alone put all the blame on her for why Nayeon had left her,) and use it against her just because she can't stand dealing with the truth Jisoo kept on laying one by one in front of her.

But I meant nothing of what I said.

But Jisoo thinks she does. Chaeyoung should expect her to, anyway. She was the asshole, not Jisoo.

Jisoo never is.

"She'll come out of there, don't worry. When she does, then, you'll get to talk to her again and be able clear things up." Lisa tells her one day when they were out for brunch together. "It's gonna be okay, Chipmunk."

It never became okay.

Two more weeks had passed – which Chaeyoung thought was already a good enough time to give to Jisoo for the space that she needed. It was way too long for her. Two weeks felt like two months, but Chaeyoung knew she had to give it to Jisoo, even if it kills her to just barge inside the brunette's suite like she always does, kiss her square on the face as she cried in her arms and tell her how sorry she is.

Two, long, painful weeks had passed before she gathers up the courage to knock on the older girl's door once again.

But Jisoo wasn't the one who answered it for her.

"Yes?" It was another girl, probably a model, and Chaeyoung felt her stomach lurch.

Who the fuck is she?

What the fuck is she doing here – in Jisoo's suite – legs bare, lipstick smudged, and strawberry blonde locks obviosuly disheveled from sex.

She was frozen on her spot, the thought of Jisoo spending the night with someone else making it a little too hard for her to function normally. She wanted to scream at the unkown girl standing in front of her. She wanted to slap the living hell out of her because, what the fuck are you doing here?! Get your filthy ass out of Jisoo's living room and never fucking come back if you don't want me to fucking skin you alive!

Chaeyoung would've done it for real if she wasn't interrupted by a deep, husky voice coming from the inside of the suite.

"Hey, who is it?"

It wasn't Jisoo's.

Chaeyoung felt happy tears almost escaping her eyes. Thank god, it wasn't Jisoo's. Suddenly, a man appeared by the doorway as well, eyeing Chaeyoung curiously as he stood beside the model with a friendly grin on his face. "Can I help you?"

Chaeyoung didn't know either of them, and so excruciatingly slowly, her heartbeat started to double its rate as realization took over her completely. "I-I'm looking for Jisoo— Kim Jisoo. She lives in this suite?" Chaeyoung asks, ignorning the way her voice cracked slightly as she spoke.

However, she felt her world slowly crumbling into pieces around her the second the man said his retort.

"Oh, you mean, used to live in this suite." He shrugged nonchalantly while the model made her way back inside, not finding any more reason to stay for a conversation that she clearly wasn't involved in. "Sorry, Miss. You should've dropped by maybe a week earlier if you'd much rather prefer her answering the door for you."

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