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.  

 They looked good together, she felt her heart crack. And even tho he's feet away, she could clearly see him smiling his sincere smile, the one where his eyes turns so small, it's corner crinkled, his cheeks pushed upward, his bunny teeth showing. He's practically beaming, it's not with her, it's with someone else.  What a way to get your heart broken, Jennie Kim. You're nothing compared to her. She's so pretty,

an artist without a muse is worthless, at least to her, so what if she finds her muse in the form of a bard at a pâtisserie in the city of love?