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The house woke up slowly.
No alarms. No staff. No schedule reminders buzzing in the background.
Just sunlight spilling across wooden floors like it had nowhere else to be.
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BLACKPINK had agreed on something rare the night before:
A weekend with nothing planned.
Not rehearsals. Not meetings. Not appearances.
Just… time.
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Jisoo was already awake, naturally.
Her dark wavy hair was loosely tied back, a soft cream sweater resting over relaxed lounge pants. She stood in the kitchen quietly, making tea with the calm precision of someone who didn’t need noise to feel awake.
The house always felt “started” when Jisoo was up first.
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Jennie came in later, hair slightly messy, oversized shirt hanging off one shoulder, still half in sleep mode.
She looked at the kettle.
“…Is it too early to be alive?”
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Jisoo didn’t turn.
“Yes.”
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Jennie nodded.
“Good. We agree.”
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Rosé arrived quietly after, blonde hair tied loosely, soft cardigan wrapped around her like comfort itself.
She paused in the doorway.
“It smells like peace,” she said.
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Jennie pointed at the kettle.
“That’s just tea.”
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Rosé smiled.
“It’s still peace.”
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Then—
fast footsteps.
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Lisa entered the kitchen from the hallway, brown hair tied in a loose bun, hoodie slightly oversized, sweatpants soft and unstyled.
No stage version of her.
No work version.
Just morning Lisa.
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Behind her—
Noah (now a 5-year-old boy) ran in first, socks sliding slightly on the floor.
“I DECLARE THIS WEEKEND OFFICIAL FUN TIME,” he announced loudly.
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Ari followed more carefully, pastel hoodie slightly oversized, hair neatly tied but already loosening.
“That’s not how weekends work,” she said calmly.
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Noah pointed at her.
“It is if I say it loudly enough.”
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Lisa sighed as she reached for a cup.
“That’s also not how reality works.”
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Noah considered this.
“…Reality is negotiable.”
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Jennie looked at Lisa.
“He’s becoming a problem.”
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Lisa nodded.
“He’s been one.”
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Noah smiled proudly.
“I am consistent.”
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The living room filled slowly.
Blankets appeared.
Coffee cups moved around.
People migrated like the house was pulling them into comfort.
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Jisoo sat first, cross-legged on the couch, posture relaxed, watching everything like she was already enjoying the quiet unfolding.
Jennie lay back fully on the sofa, arms spread.
“I refuse to move for at least six hours.”
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Rosé curled into the armchair near the window, blonde hair glowing in morning light.
“I might read something,” she said softly.
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Lisa sat on the floor, leaning against the couch, brown hair falling slightly over her face as she sipped her drink.
Ari sat beside her immediately.
Noah flopped down dramatically between Jennie and Lisa.
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Silence settled.
Not awkward.
Not empty.
Just shared.
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Noah broke it first.
“Do famous people also do nothing?”
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Jennie lifted one hand.
“We are doing it right now.”
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Noah looked around.
“…We are very good at it.”
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Rosé smiled.
“It takes practice.”
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Jisoo added gently.
“It takes permission.”
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Lisa leaned her head back slightly.
“…It takes exhaustion.”
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That made Jennie laugh.
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Ari leaned into Lisa.
“This is my favorite kind of day.”
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Lisa looked down at her.
“Why?”
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Ari shrugged.
“Nothing is trying to win.”
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Silence again.
But softer this time.
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Noah rolled onto his side.
“I think the house likes us today.”
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Rosé nodded gently.
“It always does.”
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Jisoo looked around.
“It just waits for us to stop rushing.”
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Jennie closed her eyes.
“…Then we should stop more often.”
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Lisa exhaled quietly.
For once—
there was nothing pulling her away from the moment.
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Just the four of them.
A child’s voice. A quiet laugh. A blonde head by the window. A steady presence in the kitchen. And a house that didn’t ask for anything in return.
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Just a weekend.
Not scheduled.
Not earned.
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Just lived.
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