Idols | LisRene (Revised Version)

(A/N: Hey, I'm back! Here's the continuation of the story. This continuation will now be from my own writing. The plot will focus on Lisa, Irene, and their daughter, with lots of parenting and family moments. Expect plenty of fluff! I hope you'll enjoy and give it lots of love. Thank you!)

LISA

Joohyun is biting her lip, clearly fighting back a laugh, while I sit frozen, still trying to process the fact that our six-year-old (six!) has kissed someone.

"This is not funny," I hiss under my breath.

"It's a little funny," she counters, her shoulders shaking.

"Yah, Joohyun!" I glare at her, but she only bats her lashes like she's still the same twenty-something idol who ruined my life by kissing me backstage that night.

Meanwhile, Lalirene is looking between us, as if trying to decide which of her ridiculous parents she should take seriously.

"Sweetie," Joohyun finally says, her voice gentle, "kisses don't always mean love. Sometimes they just mean... affection. Or friendship. Or curiosity."

"Curiosity?" I echo, frowning. "That sounds even worse."

Joohyun ignores me, turning back to our daughter. "But the important thing is that you're honest about your feelings. And that you're kind to them. Okay?"

Lalirene nods, thoughtful. "So... if I kissed them, it means I was kind?"

My soul leaves my body again. "No, no, no. That's not what your mommy means. You can be kind without kissing!"

Joohyun is laughing outright now, her hand covering her mouth, and I swear if I didn't love her so much, I'd ask her to sleep on the couch tonight.

"Mama," Lalirene suddenly calls me, her small hand tugging at my shirt.

"Yes, baby?"

Her eyes are big, shining with a seriousness that I wasn't ready for. "When you first kissed Mommy... were you scared too?"

The car goes quiet, except for the low hum of the engine. Even Joohyun glances at me, her laughter gone, replaced by something softer.

I swallow hard, memories flooding back—nervous hands, racing heart, the taste of cherry lip gloss and the sheer terror that she might push me away.

"Yeah," I admit quietly. "I was really scared. But I didn't regret it. Not for a second."

Joohyun's hand finds mine on the center console, her fingers lacing through mine. She gives me a smile that tells me she remembers too.

Lalirene tilts her head, looking satisfied with my answer. "Okay. Then maybe I won't regret it either."

I nearly choke. Joohyun bursts out laughing again, squeezing my hand before I can spiral into another lecture. "You'll figure it out one day, Rene. But until then..." she shoots me a mischievous look, "...listen to your mum. No more kissing."

"Fine," Lalirene huffs, crossing her arms dramatically. "But when I'm older—like, really older—you can't stop me."

I groan, slumping back against the seat. "Heaven help me."

Joohyun just kisses my cheek, amused. "Relax, Lisa. It's just the beginning."

And somehow, I know she's right.

****

By the time we finally pull into the basement parking of our building, Lalirene is dozing against my shoulder again. This time, I make sure she's actually asleep—her breathing slow and steady, her little arms limp.