He smiled as he memorized her face. From her beautiful expressive eyes, always so kind, always so pure, to her cute nose, the way it wrinkled when she's annoyed, to her pretty lips, a smile always ready, always so beautiful. "Saranghae, Park Chaeyoung," he whispered, watching as her cheeks grew red. So fcking beautiful.    "Nado. Neomu saranghae," Rosé said, making Bobby grinned.  

A re-telling of how Kim Jiwon and Park Chaeyoung met and fell in love. 

*ten years after Ryan*   The clacking of the pots and pans in the kitchen woke me up. Rain was hitting the window like the entire building had suddenly teleported to a stormy rainforest. I remembered leaving the window slightly open, so to my horror, I found myself opening my eyes to a pile of drenched clothes hanging from a chair. A yawn stretched