Ang sakit sa puso nung FayeYoko💔🥺
I need a hug🥺
Lisa relished the bitter cold walk between Rosé and Jisoo's apartment building and her own; it was the literal cold slap in the face that she needed to jump-start her intelligent, rational self to combat the idiotic, hormone-driven version that was previously occupying her body. Who was this person taking over her body? She could hardly recognize herself; this stranger. Never before had she felt an attraction so instantaneous and overwhelming. This wasn't her; this wasn't the Lisa she knew.
Lisa was so consumed by her thoughts that she barely noticed having arrived at the front door of her apartment building. When she left Rosé and Jisoo's place, all she could think about was getting out – getting away. So she ran home. But home wasn't the answer; it was really herself that she was trying to get away from. Taking a few deep breaths, she felt the cold air filling her lungs, the sensation almost painful. And in the first real moment of lucidity that night, she grabbed her phone out of her back pocket and made a phone call that, though she didn't know it at the time, would change everything.
Lisa waited for the person on the other end to pick up.
"Oh hey!" she responded back.
Pause.
"Yeah, it was nice. Good food, good company."
"No, no, I'm feeling fine, just didn't want to stick around for the movie tonight. I wasn't in the mood."
"Mmmm hmmm."
"Are you available right now?"
"Great. You already there?"
"See you in 15. Oh, and get me a beer." And with that, Lisa slid the phone back into her pocket and started back down the front steps of her apartment building.
Lisa approached the familiar spot in front of the fireplace. Chris, sensing her arrival, got up from his spot on the couch to wrap her in his strong embrace, holding on just a bit tighter than usual.
"Hey, gorgeous," Chris said softly in her ear, offering an extra little squeeze to punctuate his words.
"Hey yourself," she answered back, her voice muffled by his shirt.
Lisa lingered there, basking in the familiar warmth and security it offered; fortifying her for what was to come. She offered Chris a quick peck on the cheek and pulled away, going to sit down at one end of the couch and picking up the cold beer from the side table that Chris had left there in anticipation of her arrival.
After joining her on the couch, Chris immediately started catching her up on the latest news and offering updates on mutual friends that Lisa didn't see nearly as often since she accepted the modelling stint few weeks ago. She always appreciated how easily conversation flowed between her and Chris, but tonight there was something far more pressing to attend to.
"I know about Jennie," Lisa blurted out, effectively cutting off a rather graphic telling of a fan who Chris encountered few days ago.
"I'm sorry, know what about Jennie?" Chris asked with a genuine look of confusion on his face.
"That you're planning on proposing to her," Lisa responded, her eyes trained on Chris's, daring him to look away first.
"I see."
"Doesn't it seem a bit early in your relationship for a marriage proposal, Chris?" she asked a bit harshly. "I mean, how long have you known her? After all, I just met her three weeks ago!" Lisa's voice was getting louder. "Three weeks, Chris! But hey, no big deal, right? I'm just your best friend. It shouldn't matter to me that you've been seeing her for months already and didn't bother to mention her. Not once!" Lisa was livid by this point, surprising even herself at how quickly things had escalated. She was finding it difficult to stay seated, wishing she could give Chris a solid punch to the shoulder; anything to let out some of the hurt and anger she felt. Breathing hard, Lisa paused to let her words sink in. "What was it Chris? Were you hiding her from me?" Lisa asked much quieter now, her eyes shining with unshed tears. "God, Chris. Everyone knew but me. Everyone," she whispered, a tear finally slipping out, leaving a shiny track down her left cheek.
