Our Little Secret (Retold: A Blackpink Story)

CHAPTER 1

Friday 8pm

Lisa's P.O.V

So many stories tend to start with a sense of optimism, a renewed happiness or ambitious expection. Sadly, this story wasn't like that because this story was mine.

I'd just arrived after a long flight from Bangkok to Seoul on my way to my father's house in the Songpa district. Sat in the taxi waiting at the traffic lights to turn green, I began to reminisce over the past few turbulent years of my life.

When I was young my parents divorced and my father left Thailand to join a new company in Seoul. He didn't think twice about the opportunity or leaving me behind and since then I could never get over the sense of rejection. I received the yearly birthday cards and gifts and a monthly phone call which as time passed, I simply stopped answering. It was awkward between us, knowing neither of us had anything in common.

A few years later and things got worse. My mother was in a car accident and she passed away. I can't begin to describe the heartache I suffered and still to this day, I keep expecting to see her walk through the door again like it was all just a bad dream but she never did.

So I stayed with my grandparents until I started at university, that was 2 years ago. I was half way through my degree course studying art and photography but as I often got in trouble and didn't really see the point of anything now, I started skipping lectures. I had this sense of loneliness, I felt numb and hurt. But the worst part of all was that I'd become accustomed to this feeling and I hated it.

As the taxi pulled up into an affluent neighbour, it drive up a long and winding driveway that at the end of it stood a vast 2 story house with elegant features. It was like out of a movie. I couldn't help but feel a sense of dread as the taxi stopped beside 2 sports car parked in the driveway.

From the front door, my father appeared. It was the first time I'd seen him that year as I exited the taxi with a heavy heart.

"Hi Lisa, did you have a good flight?" My father asked as he took my suitcase out of the car before paying the taxi driver. He looked the same as I remembered, tall, dark hair and dressed in his usual business suit that exuded a sense of power he was trying to imitate.

I ignored the pointless attempt at small talk instead noticing again the grand house that stood before me. It was a modern design with stunning stone architecture that clearly must have a cost a fortune.

As we made our way towards the well-lit porch, trailing my suitcase behind me I couldn't help but to compare my new 'home' to the dorm I'd been living in at my former university in Thailand.

"Wow. You did well for yourself." I muttered under my breath but my father heard every word.

"Don't start with the attitude before you've even walked through the door." He unlocked the front door as I scowled back at him. Our relationship had always been icy and cold at the best of times.

"Then don't pretend like you want me here." I argued back as we entered the open plan lounge/dining area where a woman was standing in expensive apparel with a wide smile.

"You're always welcome here. You know before your mother passed away that she wanted to make sure you'd be taken care of. I know things were complicated between your mother and I for a long time but that doesn't mean I didn't care about you."

"Well you have a funny way of showing it by abandoning me for a decade." Before continuing our conversation, we were abruptly interrupted.

"Hi there! You must be Lisa." An overly cheerful woman beside the dining table stood up, walking towards me.