dust, to dust. ashes. to side chicks.../
THE DRIVE is nerve wracking; juno wouldn't have called her if it wasn't something serious. rosalie's calloused hand releases its grip on her steering wheel and rubs down her face, already ridden with facial creases from how hard she's been thinking. what more could she be punished with? she forced herself not to believe the worst; this restaurant was her everything. she remembered being so so happy when she first got approved to build it, jimin wouldn't shut up about how smiley she was. sales boomed immediately, people loved her clash of soul food and korean barbecue. if anything happened to it, she'd be heartbroken. another thing she'd failed at keeping together.
her car finally arrives in front of the restaurant, the big "rosie's place" sign coming into view. it was closed already, and she saw juno sitting on the small steps of the entrance with a two glasses in her fingertips and a bottle of wine in her other hand. when she sees rosalie's worried face through her windows, she smiles gracefully, walking up to rosalie's windows as she pulled them down slowly, confusion ripping through rosalie harshly.
rosalie's eyes narrow as she looks at her friend from outside her car, who wore the biggest smile. "hi." she says it like a child, biting her lip with how hard she was smiling.
juno can literally hear the wheels turning in rosie's head.
"junie, whats with the wine?" she steps out, already taking out her key from her purse to unlock the restaurant's doors, "and what exactly happened here that you needed to call me?"
she didn't catch juno's shrug, but she caught everything else; her little dance of sudden happiness as she stepped towards rosalie. "nothing. but i knew you'd need a day, and, i, — like a good friend, came through. knowing you, you'd want to be in the place you love the most, next to your house — and you definitely don't want to be there, so i thought i'd invite you here."
rosalie can't help the gratitude growing inside her, and juno does another one of her happy dances when she sees her reaction. immediately dragging rosalie to the room after she unlocks it, rosalie couldn't help her child-like giggles seeing juno actually run towards the karaoke room. "we can have the karaoke room to ourselves! cmonnnn, rosie, you need this! no one's here but me, and i'll let you scream all you want, that's what the wine's for."
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the karaoke room was always a small, secluded space for guests that knew their voices were... worse than most. soundproof walls were an amazing plus, and rosalie will probably thank herself later, because she was so drunk and so ... loud. she could sing a little, but none of that mattered while drunk. nothing did. all rosalie felt in that room with her best friend was the jewelry she wore that day, in an effort to impress the world and tell it that she was okay — although no one was really listening. but she felt like it was real, then. that everything was.
rosalie could barely remember the last time she let a swear word slip before what happened with jimin; a toddler shouldn't be around such words. but everyone of them ripped through her tonight. in korean, english, french, spanish. any language she could communicate in, she let the degradation of jimin roar. juno clapped her hands with glee as she listened, being drunk as well.
a microphone seemed to be her saving grace, because it voiced her fuck him's and fuck her too's louder than she could, and that was all she wanted then. for someone other than herself to see her pain. for something to happen the way she wanted it to, because hell — didn't she deserve it?

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Fanfictionit's what the heart desires. for jimin. (featuring hoseok.) © happypjm ( 2018 )