Morning sunlight filled the classroom again.
But today—
It didn’t feel cold anymore.
Rosé sat quietly as usual, adjusting her notebook… but her eyes kept drifting toward the empty chair beside her.
A soft breath escaped her lips.
Will he sit here today…?
The door slid open.
And just like that—
Park Jimin walked in.
Without hesitation.
Without looking anywhere else—
He walked straight to her desk.
And sat beside her.
Like nothing had ever changed.
Rosé’s fingers paused mid-air.
A small, almost invisible smile appeared on her lips.
“…You’re late,” she said softly.
Jimin leaned back slightly. “You noticed.”
A pause.
Then—
“…I always do,” she whispered.
He didn’t reply.
But the corner of his lips lifted slightly.
Break time arrived quickly.
But today—
Something new happened.
A voice suddenly echoed near their desk.
“Yah, Jimin!”
Both turned.
Kim Taehyung walked over casually, hands in pockets, a playful grin on his face.
Behind him—
Jisoo followed, smiling warmly.
“So this is the girl?” Taehyung said teasingly, glancing at Rosé.
Rosé froze.
“…W-what?”
Jimin frowned. “Don’t start.”
Jisoo stepped forward gently, sitting on Rosé’s desk.
“Hi, I’m Jisoo,” she said kindly. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”
Rosé blinked in surprise.
“…About me?”
Taehyung smirked. “Yeah, he never talks this much to anyone—”
“I don’t,” Jimin cut him off instantly.
“—except you,” Taehyung finished anyway.
Silence.
Rosé’s cheeks turned slightly pink.
Jimin looked away.
Annoyed.
But not denying it.
From that moment—
Something shifted again.
A small group formed.
Not loud.
Not dramatic.
But comfortable.
Lunch break 🍱
Instead of sitting alone—
Rosé found herself sitting with them.
Jisoo opened her lunchbox. “Rosé, try this.”
“…Oh—thank you…”
Taehyung leaned over. “Hey, what about me?”
“You can get your own,” Jisoo said bluntly.
Jimin silently pushed a small juice box toward Rosé.
She looked at it.
“…For me?”
“You didn’t bring one,” he said simply.
Her heart softened.
“…Thank you…”
Meanwhile—
Taehyung stared dramatically.
“Wow. I’ve known you for years. Where’s my juice?”
Jimin didn’t even look at him.
“Buy one.”
Jisoo laughed softly.
Rosé couldn’t help but smile.
After school 📚
They ended up in the library together.
A rare combination—
Quiet and chaos.
Rosé focused on her book.
Jimin sat beside her, pretending to study but occasionally glancing at her notes.
Taehyung leaned back in his chair.
“I’m bored.”
“Study,” Jimin said.
“No.”
Jisoo sighed. “Why are you even here?”
“To watch,” he replied confidently.
Rosé giggled softly.
Jimin noticed.
And for a moment—
He just watched her smile.
Like it was something rare.
Something he didn’t want to miss.
Later—
Jisoo leaned toward Rosé.
“Does he always copy your notes?”
Rosé blinked. “…Sometimes.”
Jimin didn’t even deny it.
Taehyung smirked. “Wow. Park Jimin, the top student, copying notes? That’s new.”
Jimin replied calmly—
“They’re better than mine.”
Silence.
Rosé froze.
“…They are not…”
“They are,” he said simply.
And somehow—
That meant more than any compliment.
Evening approached 🌆
They walked out of school together.
A strange sight.
Jimin, usually alone—
Now walking beside three others.
Taehyung walked ahead, joking loudly.
Jisoo followed, shaking her head.
Leaving—
Jimin and Rosé slightly behind.
A quiet space between them.
“…You didn’t talk much today,” he said.
Rosé looked down.
“I was… listening.”
“To what?”
She hesitated.
Then—
“…You.”
A pause.
Jimin looked at her.
Carefully.
“Why?”
Her heart raced.
“…Because I like it.”
The words slipped out softly.
But they stayed.
Hanging between them.
Jimin didn’t respond immediately.
Instead—
He slowed his steps slightly.
So they walked even closer.
Side by side.
“Then listen more,” he said quietly.
Her breath caught.
Behind them—
Taehyung whispered to Jisoo, “They don’t even realize.”
Jisoo smiled knowingly. “They don’t need to.”
But from across the street—
A familiar figure watched.
Yuna.
Her expression tight.
Because now—
It wasn’t just Rosé anymore.
It was a whole circle.
And she—
Was outside of it.
As the sky turned soft pink—
The four of them stood at the crossing.
A small group.
Laughing.
Talking.
But within that group—
There was something quieter.
Deeper.
Between two people—
Who hadn’t confessed anything yet.
But were already—
Everything.
✨ End of Episode 5
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