Chapter 18

"Geez Kev, is there anything you can't do at this point? This is exactly what I wanted," Bianca gushes, admiring the layers he'd just cut in her hair.

They spent the last few hours binging a drama while they took down her braids and treated her hair afterwards. She braided his hair between treatments too, just like she used to when they were younger. He's tender headed and still claims that she's the only one who handles his hair gently enough for him to sit through styling. She'd just finished pressing her hair out so he could help trim her ends when she decided she wanted long curtain bangs and face framing layers that would look even better in her opinion once she washes it again and it reverts back to its naturally curly state.

"Ooh, I did my big one didn't I?" he grins, grabbing the camera attached to the cord around his neck and snapping a photo before doing the same with his phone.

Earlier, inspiration struck and he decided to photograph the experience so he could do a display on the importance of hair in the black community and how it's a powerful tool for bonding and shared identity. One of her favorite things about him is the way that he's never been hesitant to embrace both cultures, so she thinks it's a dope idea.

"You did, you did. I'll give you that. Now all that's left to do is curl it," she says, opening a package of styling clips she'd bought earlier.

"Now I see why you like wash and gos so much. This is a lot of work. How long does this take? I'm getting hungry," he says, eyeing the large barrel curling iron heating on the bathroom counter.

"About 30 minutes. I'm curling big sections," she says, sectioning her hair with some claw clips and curling her first piece, clipping it in place so it wouldn't fall.

"If you go ahead and get ready, I should be done by then," she says, already moving on to her next piece.

"Okay, let me get a few more pics and I'll go ahead," he says and the sound of camera shutters fill the bathroom.

It doesn't bother her in the slightest as she's used to it after years of exposure. Kev decided to pick up a camera at around 13 and hadn't put it down since. It's his passion and naturally the people he cares about and spends the most time around are often his muses.

About an hour and a half later, she was putting the finishing touches on her makeup, a bold smoky look with wispy lashes and her signature red lipstick.

"Damn you not dressed yet?" Kev asks, making her laugh.

"Look at this makeup. This took time," she exclaims, gesturing to her face.

"Okay, I was about to hurt your feelings but I'll let you have it this time—but ma'am, please get dressed at your earliest convenience. My stomach is touching my back," he says in a posh accent that immediately makes her crack up.

"Alright, I'm getting dressed now, I promise," she says, shooing him out of the bathroom.

They went shopping earlier so she could buy a new hair dryer and of course ended up shopping for makeup and clothes as well. Kev let her know that most of the designer stores carry international sizes and she needed to invest in some water proof and smudge proof makeup. Surprisingly, she found this dress in the Louis Vuitton store that she just had to have and what's a beautiful dress without matching shoes? So they made their way over to the Louboutin store afterwards where she bought some red pumps she's obsessed with. Kev decided to match, finding an all back fit with a black and red LV embroidered jacket and matching sneakers. Do they have an occasion in mind? No, but they were going to wear it anyways.

Taking her time, she slipped some thin, black tights up her legs before slipping the dress over her head, the open back making the task easy. She turns in the mirror, checking it out from multiple angles before deciding to wear her hair up instead of down. The dress is a reverse blazer and she doesn't want her hair to cover its lapels. As quickly and carefully as she could, she plucked the pins that were holding her curls in place out and put them back in the package before fashioning her hair into a curly bun atop her head, leaving out the curtain bangs in the front.

(Outfit inspo 😍)

When she looks in the mirror, there's a glimpse of her old self shining through—the woman who didn't give a second thought to getting dolled up for a night on the town because her confidence and self assurance was through the roof. Maybe this is what she needs, to be spontaneous and to dress up more without giving much thought to what others would think. It makes her feel good, so why shouldn't she?

Just a few, short weeks ago, she was convinced that she'd never be able to appreciate her appearance this way, not until she lost all the weight she put on—but her perspective was starting to differ now. Thanks to Kev pushing her out of her comfort zone, she's able to see that there are clothes out there that flatter her current figure—and when she looks good like this, it makes it harder for her to hate it.

Standing here, staring at her reflection, she has an epiphany. She doesn't have to hate her body until she gets down to her ideal weight. She should be embracing it instead—taking care of herself, putting forth the effort to find clothes that flatter at whatever size she is, and appreciating it holding up under the hard work. Her body has been through a lot over the past two years and it hasn't given up on her so she shouldn't give up on it. She has some changes to make for sure.

After slipping into her heels, she steps back to admire the full view, smiling in satisfaction before finally leaving the bathroom.

"Okay Miss thang, are you finally ready now?" Kev asks from the couch where he'd sprawled out dramatically.

"Ready. Have you even decided where we're eating yet?" she asks, hungry herself now.

"Damn, I knew I was supposed to be doing something," he says, making her suck her teeth.

They end up at a night market less than an hour away from the house, ordering all Kev's favorite street food and whatever caught her eye. There were rows and rows of vendors, some selling similar items but they still ended up trying a good variety of foods.

"I bet you won't try an octopus stick," Kev says, recording for his Instagram story.

"I bet I will," she says, accepting the challenge immediately. Admittedly, octopus isn't her favorite but she's only had it cooked two ways.

"Okay, she ain't scared," he says, making her laugh as she orders one from the vendor they'd just purchased a delicious lamb stick from.

"Thank you!" she exclaims with a quick bow, loud enough for the vendor to hear once he passes her the octopus stick.

"Here goes," she says, moving out of the way for another customer before biting into it gingerly.

She chews slowly, her brows shooting up.

"Uh oh! What's the verdict?" Kev asks and she gives a thumbs up, making him gasp.

"It's actually good, best octopus I've ever had. I know you dared me to try it because I usually don't like it, but it's good!" she says, going in for another bite.

"I never thought I'd see the day people," Kev says, turning the camera back to himself before ending his recording.

"I'm glad you like it. Here, try this," the vendor calls, making her look over in surprise. She didn't know he was still paying attention to them.

"Love it! What's this?" She asks, walking over to take the meat covered stick from him.

"Waygu beef," he replies and her brows shoot up.

"How much do I owe you?" she asks and he waves her off.

"Just your enjoyment," he smiles before helping the next customer.

She shoots Kev a look and he chuckles, gesturing for her to try it. She does and sure enough, it's really good.

"Mmm, it's super flavorful," she gushes before going in for another bite.

"Thank you, I'm glad you like it...Are you two related?" he asks, gesturing to Kev, who had ventured down to another stand not far down the street.

"Yes, cousins," she replies. They've been told by many that they have a slight resemblance.

"Good, then he wouldn't mind me asking for your number. You're really pretty and I'd like to take you out sometime," he says, momentarily robbing her of her speech. She hadn't had to reject someone in well...years, well besides that creepy guy she interviewed with a few weeks ago and that hadn't required words.

Just as she opened her mouth to tell him that she was flattered, but uninterested in dating at the moment—he flinches hard, rubbing his head and turning to the side to reveal an older woman with a wooden utensil in her hand, poised to strike again.

"I know I just didn't hear you ask a woman on a date when you are betrothed!" she yells with a viscousness that made Bianca step and turn immediately. She didn't want to be a witness for what would happen next.

"What the fuck is happening over there?" Kev asks, already pressing record as she reaches him.

"He asked me on a date and that lady, his mother I'm assuming heard it. Apparently he's betrothed," she explains and when Kev looks down at her, they both can't help but laugh.

"Not you snatching up betrothed men," he laughs and she pushes his shoulder.

"I'm not snatching shit. He knew he was engaged when he asked me on a date. Besides, I was about to turn him down anyways," she says, shaking her head.

She remembers she still has the skewers in her hand and goes in for another bite.

"He may be a piece of shit, but he can cook the fuck out of a skewer," she says, making Kev burst out laughing.

When she disposes of the empty sticks, they walk down to a stand selling dalgona, the candy made of melted sugar that was featured in the popular Netflix show, Squid Games. Rather than just buy one and go, they opted to sit at the counter and do the challenge—5 minutes to get the shape out without breaking or cracking it. They got 10 minutes on the show but the shapes they were given were a lot smaller at least. She went with the main character's approach, licking it until it was thin enough to get the shape out easily with the needle while Kev took the old chisel away and the outer edges approach, which resulted in his loss.

"Did you not pay attention to the show?" she asks, making fun of him as soon as he cracked the shape and started cursing under his breath.

She won another dalgona as well as a bag of fresh maejakgwa(ginger cookies) for completing the challenge successfully.

"Man let me get some," Kev pesters and she playfully refuses, holding the bag out of his reach.

"Aht, this is my prize. Had you not been so impatient, you would have some," she grins smugly shaking the bag.

"You mean if I had opened my wallet. That's not even the prize for winning. You were only supposed to win another dalgona, oh snatcher of the betrothed," he says, laughing and clapping his hands at the end as if he'd told the funniest joke in the history of jokes.

Admittedly, she did laugh before narrowing her eyes at him and offering the bag.

"You sound like you hating Kev," she says, side eyeing him as he grabs a handful.

"I'm the biggest hater," he says in his Kendrick Lamar voice, making her laugh as the group in front of them all turn back to look at the same time.

"What is it, the braids?" he asks once they turn back around and she almost chokes on the cookie she's eating.

"I can't with you man," she says, half laughing and half fighting for her life with the way she was coughing.

Laughing all the way, he leads them to a lemonade stand where she chooses a pomegranate lemonade and he pays for them, handing hers over. She had never been so grateful for a cold drink in her life.

They are nearing the end of the row of shops when Kev's phone rings and they step off to the side so that people could move around them while he takes it.

"Jungmin's about an hour out. He's going to get dressed and meet us out here. His favorite bar is a block over," he says and she nods.

"So we've got time to kill. You want to head on over now or go back for the car," she asks and he looks down at her feet.

"Honestly, it's up to you. Do your feet not hurt yet?" he asks and she shifts from one foot to another.

"Well, they weren't until you asked me," she says, making him chuckle and shake his head.

"Well my bad. We can either walk back to the car or walk to the bar and have Jungmin take us back to the car," he says.

"Well, which is the shorter walk?" she asks in a matter of fact tone that earns her a side eye.

"The bar," he says and they start back walking.

"What else is down here?" she asks, noticing how there were less patrons.

"Boutiques, jewelry shops, hair salons, bars, restaurants—you name it. It's a little more exclusive down here though," he explains.

"And by exclusive, you must mean expensive," she says, noting how the light fixtures up ahead looked new, more taken care of than the ones behind and how the cars they were starting to see in the parking lots adjacent to the sidewalk looked like luxury cars.

"Bingo," he replies, one hand in his pocket as he texted with the other.

🎶Pretty so fine, one plus the nine. How you got me going might just blow itI like my girls pretty in the face, art piece to frameMona Mona Lisa yeah I need ya🎶

"Lookin just like a painting," she sings along, bopping to the music.

"Don't need no validation!" Kev joins in, doing the dougie on the sidewalk in front of the shop that was playing it.

She pulls out her phone to record, hyping him up as he does the choreo.

"Ayeee, independent check, got her own check. By the way you look, yeah you bout to cause a wreck. Yeah she know I'm on the move, I can't stop, I'm up next. But she hold me down, she so sexy I'm obsessed! Toes all in the sand, come and walk with me. Love the way you take the stress and Louis off of me," they sing together, both popping their collars on the last line before bursting into laughter.

A man that looks to be in his late twenties comes to stand in the doorway, his phone already recording as he delivers the next few lines.

"You got me all in. Bad, bad, bad I know your exes callin'. The way you look I understand the hype. You know you're just my type!"

"Gotta gotta get ya cus you know just what I like," she and Kev join in, resuming dancing and singing until the end of the song.

"I'm convinced that this song will never get old," the stranger exclaims and Kev chimes in to agree.

"Man, how could I forget how fire it was?" he says, shaking his head at himself.

"I don't know man, it's been heavy in my rotation since it came out. I'm Ji-sung by the way," he bows and they bow in return, sharing their names as well.

"If you don't mind me asking, what do you beautiful people have planned tonight?" he asks and Kev lets him know they're killing time on the way to a nearby bar.

"Cool, cool. I do tattoos. We just relocated here not long ago so if either of you are ever in the market for one, we do good work. Do you mind if I give you my socials..." he says and both she and Kev agree, scrolling through the pictures on the business's Instagram page.

Sure enough, their work was beautiful and very well done, all four artists in the shop well versed in multiple styles of tattooing. She sees an angel number tattoo 11:11 and is struck with inspiration. She and Kev both learned about the number sequences a while ago and she thought it made a good idea for a small tattoo.

"Ji-sung-ssi, do you happen to have an opening tonight?" she asks, making Kev look over at her in surprise.

"As a matter of fact, I do. I just had a client cancel a 6 hour time slot," he says, smiling despite the bad news.

"We've been talking about matching tattoos forever. Want to get them?" she asks Kev, who breaks into a smile.

"Look at you being spontaneous. I'm down. What are we getting?" he asks.

"I was thinking Angel numbers. Personally, I resonate with 555 the most but we don't have to get the same ones if you would resonate with a different set," she says.

"Change, transformation, and personal growth. I think that's perfect for us both cousin," he says, making her smile.

"Great, now we've got to figure out where," she says as they follow Ji-sung into the shop.

They decide to put them on their necks, behind their ears—a vertical column of three number 5's with a small, resting butterfly next to it—equally easy to show and hide. She made Kev go first, recording it on her phone for them to look back at later and aside from a few winces from him, it went smoothly and quickly, the process about 20 minutes start to finish.

Ji-sung helped soothe the lingering nerves, talking her through the process so she wouldn't focus on the pain.

"If you were to get a quote tattooed on you, what would it be?" he asks them and without much thought, she answers.

"The never ending trials failed to kill me, and once again, I bloom a lotus flower. That one's been in my head since I heard the song," she says and Kev nods, smiling like a proud father behind the camera.

"OMG, Agust D. Love him, that's deep," Ji-sung says, taking a moment to wipe some of the ink away before starting again.

"The whole song was. When I think of lotus flowers, I think resilience. I mean, they mostly grow out of mud. They are the definition of go where you grow. They literally emerge out of the water where they're closer to the sun and thrive in environments other flowers wouldn't stand a chance in—and they look damned beautiful while they're doing it," she says, earning nods from both men.

"That reminds me of a certain someone," Kev quips, making her smile.

"I wish I could be that strong," she says.

"I know I don't know you, but something tells me you are. I'm done already and you didn't flinch once," Ji-sung says, bringing her a hand mirror so she could see it.

"It's beautiful. You did a great job," she says, passing the mirror back to him and pulling some bills out of her wallet for him.

"Thank you. Um, Bianca-ssi. I don't want you to think I'm up-selling you when I show you this, but not even 15 minutes before you showed up, I drew this. I can't remember the last time I've drawn flowers; you can check my portfolio. Could be a coincidence, could be a sign, but if you decide not to get it, I want you to have the drawing anyways free of charge," he says and her mouth nearly drops when he shows her the drawing—a lotus flower bud at the top, an actively blooming lotus flower in the middle, and a fully bloomed one on the bottom—a sign indeed.

"That's insane," Kev whispers, in awe.

"Right? Why do I want to cry right now?" She says, blinking away tears.

Some may look at this picture and see it as just that, a well drawn picture. However, she sees so much more. In the flower bud, she sees the closed off, withdrawn stage she went through after everything her ex did started to sink in. She wanted to be alone, to wallow in the shadows, but the sunshine in her life—her family—came along and opened her up a little, receptive to their love and light.

In the actively blooming stage, some of the petals are open and others are still shut. This is where she feels she is now. She's open and receptive, coming out of the shadows little by little as she heals. She showcases a peek of how stunning her petals are, but she's not ready to open up fully and expose them all to the world yet.

The bright, beautiful, fully bloomed lotus is where she hopes to be in the future—open and thriving, proudly showcasing herself in all her glory.

"I want it," she says, giving him back the paper.

"Right here," she says, pointing to her back.

Her dress wouldn't even get in the way of the process. This is one of those moments that just feel meant to be.

"So, how do you feel?" Jungmin asks when she walks out of the shop, Ji-sung right behind her so he could say his goodbyes.

"Like a brand new woman," she smiles, but deep down it's bittersweet.

She's beyond happy to be moving on with her life and trying new things makes her feel liberated, but the reason that she even has to always seems to linger in the back of her mind. In a perfect world, she would've gotten her first tattoo with her husband, after some convincing of course and they'd be striking another first off their list together. If there's anything she's learned for certain thus far, it's that this world is far from perfect.

Her emotions must show on her face more than she intended because Kev cracks jokes the whole short drive to the bar and she is appreciative. The distraction was just what she needed to prevent herself from spiraling down that dark hole of emotion that likes to snatch her away sometimes. She's had too good of a day to succumb to that.

The bar is lowkey, tucked into the corner of a dead end street and if it weren't for the flow of patrons coming outside to smoke, she wouldn't have noticed it was here. That's a green flag in itself; the bar is non smoking she gathers. Good, because she didn't spend all that time on her hair only to come back and have to wash the smell of cigarettes out of it.

She felt eyes on her as they walked up and Kev wrapped his arm around hers, keeping her from walking behind them. They are definitely a bit overdressed is the first thing she thinks as she takes in everyone's expensive, but laid back attire. It's still a bit odd to her how they don't really greet each other here. Back home she would've at least given a head nod and a polite smile.

Whereas the outside of the bar was modern, matching the esthetic of the buildings around it, the inside of the establishment gave a more rustic vibe with its warm, wood bar and its matching barstools. She likes how the music is loud, but not so loud that she wouldn't be able to enjoy herself. There are a good bit of people here, but it's not overcrowded and from what she can see, there are private spaces to rent beyond this area.

"Nice," she nods in approval, thanking Jungmin and sitting when he pulls out a stool for her.

It isn't long before they're all knocking back shots of soju and laughing at Jungmin's dramatic retelling of his catastrophic day. Really, it was only funny because of the way he delivered it and she felt so sorry for him afterwards that she passed him the remainder of her drinks with a sympathetic pat on the back. The poor guy drove almost 3 hours because he had a photo shoot in an area he was unfamiliar with and ended up with a flat tire—which he stopped to fix and got back on the road with time to spare—only to get lost looking for the exact location. Apparently, his phone kept leading him in circles and when he decided to call and ask for help, he had no signal. Long story short, he ended up nearly an hour late and no one on set was happy with him.

"Damn," she and Kev say at the same time before looking over at each other and laughing, making him facepalm.

"So this is how you do me huh? Laugh at my pain," Jungmin wails dramatically, earning a few looks and making her crack up even more.

"We're not laughing at you friend, I promise," she grins, bumping his shoulder with hers.

"Shiddd," Kev exclaims and she slaps the counter, laughing so hard tears started rolling down her face.

"I'm just playing baby," she can hear him soothe through his own belly laugh but she could barely see.

She reaches for a napkin but they all have their drinks on top of them and the bartender was busy with a group at the end of the bar and she had to pee anyways.

"I gotta pee," she tells them, dabbing at her eyes with the back of her hand.

"Need me to come with?" Kev asks, but she shakes her head.

"I'm a big girl," she reminds before making her way into the hallway and turning to the right where the sign said they would be.

The bathroom is fairly clean to her relief and she does her business, washes her hands, and touches up her lipstick, making sure everything was still in place before leaving. She could feel the second skin tattoo film crinkling at the edges with her movements and already can't wait to take it off later. In thinking about that, she realizes she has none of the things she needs to take care of it tonight. Maybe Jungkook will have something she can use until she can get to a store.

Jungkook & Jimin POV

"Just go talk to her dude," Jimin exclaims, pushing JK's shoulder as his eyes slid over to the door mid conversation again.

"But what if it's her," he replies and Jimin sighs heavily and shakes his head.

"You said it didn't look like her. Besides, isn't she at her cousin's house tonight?" Jimin asks before knocking back a shot.

"Who are we talking about?" DK asks, closing the sliding door to their private dining space.

"He's intrigued with a woman at the bar but she kind of reminds him of our chef, so he scared to approach in fear that it's her," Jimin says, drawing Mingyu's attention.

"Is it the lady at the bar with the backless dress and fresh back tattoo?" DK asks, and JK nods, no use in denying it since Jimin put it out there.

"Did you see her face?" he asks and DK shakes his head, making his shoulders slump.

"No, her back is facing the hallway. I just glimpsed her passing by and she was laughing crazy hard about something. It was cute," he says, rejoining them at the table.

"Fresh back tat and cute laugh you say? Sounds like my type. Do you have a pic?" BamBam asks, making him purse his lips and shake his head, unamused.

"You are definitely not her type," Jimin says, making them laugh.

"What?! I'm everybody's type. Why wouldn't I be her type?" he defends, making them laugh even harder.

"Just trust me when I say that you aren't," Jimin replies, drinking the last of the beer in his cup.

"Well she's certainly someone's type. Is my boy crushing on his chef?" Mingyu asks, throwing his arm around JK's shoulders and rocking him a little.

"He's crushing on someone that reminds him of her so it's safe to say he is. Question is who is this woman and why haven't we heard of her?" DK asks, ready to grill his blushing friend.

"Question is, how is he crushing on a woman after only seeing her back?" BamBam asks incredulously, making them laugh.

"I never said I was crushing. I said I was intrigued. The tattoo looks good from afar and I'm just curious is all. It's her skin tone and the way she sits that reminds me of Noona but Noona has braids and I've never seen her wear something like that," he explains, pulling at his ear as he does.

"Now I've got to see this woman," Jimin says, standing up and stretching a little.

"Don't risk being seen hyung," JK warns and Jimin shoots him a smirk while he pulls his cap down and places his hood up over it, sliding his mask from underneath his chin to cover his face.

"I won't," he assures, his voice slightly muffled by the covering.

Quickly, he opens the sliding door and closes it back before anyone could see inside, placing his hands in his pocket as he made his way down the hallway on the way to the bar. When he gets to the opening that leads to the bar, he casually leans against wall and pulls out his phone as if he's texting. Meanwhile, his eyes sweep across the space, his shoulders slumping when his search yields no results. His gaze lingers at the bar though, two men in particular sticking out to him. Then, it clicks. That's one of their frequent photographers, a friend of Sungwon's, and his partner—who is Bianca's cousin! They're both leaning against the bar, talking to a small group of men that just came in. From the looks of it, they know each other well.

"Oh shit," he whispers to himself.

So the woman JK was so intrigued by most likely is Bianca. Just as he begins to wonder where she could be, a woman comes down the hallway on the opposite side, face framing bangs hiding her face as her head was down, focused on straightening her sleeves. By this glimpse alone, she could be mistaken for a stranger. Now, he knows why JK was so hesitant. There is something in her demeanor though that's just unique to her and now that he's watching her walk, he knows without a doubt it's her. It's the pronounced swing of her hips and the slight bounce that accompanies it that gives her away.

"Noona," he calls, making her look up.

"Me?" she asks, checking behind her and then pointing to herself.

He nods, waving her over and she hesitates, squinting her eyes at him with suspicion. Shit, he forgot that he's barely recognizable right now.

"It's me," he says, showing her his phone's lock Screen.

It's a photo of he and his grandmother from a few days prior. She'd noticed the photo on his Lock Screen and gushed about how cute it was.

"Ji—ohh, hmm. Hello there," she says, her awkward tone making him laugh.Clearly, she was about to call his name but caught herself.

"Hello there yourself. Look at you all dressed up. You look really pretty. Won't you come say hi? We missed you and I know a certain someone who can't wait to see you," he says and her eyes widen slightly before she turns towards the bar. Interesting.

"Sure, I missed you all as well and thank you...sir," she says, pulling at the hem of her dress a little before motioning for him to lead the way.

He has to resist the urge to look over his shoulder at her as she walks behind him texting on her phone. She looks so...different, and so good. It isn't that she didn't look good before, but seeing her all dressed up and with a different hairstyle was...exciting for lack of a better word. The best way he could describe it is that it's like seeing your coworker outside of work for the first time. God, now he feels warm and he's rambling in his head. He tells himself to get it together, sliding a finger into his collar to let some air into his sweater before reaching out to open the sliding door.

"Did you—" BamBam starts, but when Bianca steps in behind him, he stops short, a charming smile slipping into place.

"Well, hello there. Who is this lovely lady?" he makes a show of asking and Jimin sees a shy smile appear on Bianca's face in his peripheral.

"This is Bianca Noona, our personal, private chef. Noona this is, BamBam, Mingyu, and DK," he says, watching as JK gets up to give her a brief, gentle hug.

"Hey Noona, you changed your hair," he exclaims, making her giggle.

"I did, took the braids out this morning," she grins.

"It looks really pretty," he compliments and her shy smile returns as she thanks him.

"It's nice to meet you," she bows to the group, who does the same in return, returning pleasantries.

"Here Noona, have a seat," JK says, pulling out a chair for her.

As she sits, he and Jimin look down at her tattoo and lock eyes, a silent conversation passing between the two. Not only was its placement hot, but the quote underneath is a nod to Suga's lyrics. Interesting indeed.

A/N: Ending this here because it was dragging on(for me). Working on the next chapter already 💜

What do we think? 🙂‍↔️ I'm always interested to see who manages to guess what happens next. Some of yall get very close and I be lowkey impressed 👏🏾