23wentythree

Jennie POV

Two months had passed since Lisa officially became my personal bodyguard, and somehow, everything had changed—yet, nothing had changed at all.

Lisa was always with me. Everywhere. From morning meetings to late-night rehearsals, from high-profile events to casual lunch breaks in the office. She was there.

She followed me like a shadow, but somehow, she was the one who stood out.

It didn't take long for people to notice her.

At first, she was just the "new bodyguard," someone who looked way too cool and laid-back for the job. But then, people started talking about her.

The girls.

It was almost ridiculous how fast they gravitated toward her.

Everywhere we went, I would hear whispers. Giggling. My own staff—**the same people who were supposed to be working for me—**suddenly had eyes for only one person.

Lisa.

She was oblivious at first, always flashing that lazy grin of hers, always polite, always kind. She never pushed anyone away, never turned down a conversation—because that was just who she was.

Lisa was easy to like.

And I hated that.

I would watch them throw their best smiles at her, lean a little too close when they spoke, find the dumbest excuses just to be around her.

And Lisa?

She just smiled right back.

She was never flirty. Never inappropriate. But that didn't matter—because the way she existed was already enough to make them fall.

I told myself I didn't care.

I told myself that Lisa was just doing her job.

And if she made a few friends along the way? So what?

It wasn't my problem.

At least, that's what I kept telling myself.

Because at the end of the day, no matter how many eyes followed Lisa, she was still mine.

Mine to boss around.

Mine to drag to random errands just because I could.

Mine to sit beside me in the car, even if she looked bored out of her mind.

Mine to spend every single day with.

And if I had to deal with a few jealous stares along the way, then so be it.

Because for two whole months, Lisa had been by my side.

If anyone had told me months ago that I'd end up tangled with Lisa like this—bodyguard by day, personal sin by night—I would have laughed in their face.

Yet here we were.

Things had spiraled into something neither of us could have anticipated.

It didn't explain why I never let her out of my sight.

Or why I always found some excuse to keep her close.

Or why, whenever she looked at someone else for too long, I suddenly found myself needing her attention—demanding it.

And Lisa? Lisa knew exactly what she was doing to me.

She saw right through me, saw the way my jaw clenched, the way my fingers curled whenever another girl got too close. And she never failed to take full advantage of it.

Because as much as Lisa was my bodyguard, she was also my biggest weakness.

And I?

I was helplessly addicted to her.

If being with Lisa every day wasn't already dangerous enough, what we did in secret made it so much worse.

It started as a way to let off steam. A distraction. Something neither of us put too much thought into.

But then it became something else—something more.

Something addicting.

Lisa was reckless. Fearless. Always finding ways to touch me, tease me, push me to the edge no matter where we were.

And the worst part?

I let her.

It started subtly at first.

A stolen kiss in the studio when no one was looking.

A hand creeping up my thigh in the car, her fingers teasing, always stopping just before I lost my mind.

But then Lisa got bolder.

She started sneaking into the bathrooms at OA, pulling me into the stalls and locking the door behind us.

"Lisa, someone's gonna hear—"

"Then you better keep quiet, princess."

And before I could even process what was happening, Lisa would be on her knees, her hands gripping my thighs, pushing my skirt up as she devoured me.

Her tongue moved like she had something to prove, like she wanted to ruin me completely. And she did—over and over, until my legs were shaking, my hands desperately covering my mouth, trying to muffle my cries.

The thrill of it was intoxicating.

Knowing we could get caught. Knowing that, at any moment, someone could knock on the door, and we would have to pretend like Lisa hadn't just made me come so hard I forgot how to breathe.

But she didn't just wait for me to need her.

Lisa took what she wanted, whenever she wanted.

Like that one night in my office, when she stayed behind after work.

I was sitting at my desk, reviewing some documents, when Lisa suddenly walked in, her eyes dark, her movements slow and deliberate.

"You've been ignoring me today," she murmured, stepping closer.

"I was busy."

"Too busy for me?" She leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.

I barely had time to react before she was lifting me onto my desk, pushing everything off with one hand while the other slid up my leg.

"Lisa—"

"You think I didn't notice?" she whispered, trailing kisses down my jaw. "You keep me close, but you never say it. You never admit you need me."

"I don't need—"

She kissed me then. Hard. Deep. Her hands gripping my hips, pressing me down as she took control.

And God, I let her.

I let her take everything.

That night, she didn't just make me come once.

She broke me.

Ruined me in the best way possible.

And the worst part?

I wanted more.

I told myself this was just physical.

That Lisa was nothing but a distraction.

That it was just sex.

But the way she touched me, the way she held me after, whispering sweet nothings against my skin—that wasn't just sex.

The way she always made sure I was okay, the way she looked at me like I was the **only thing that mattered—**that wasn't just sex.

And the way I craved her, the way I missed her when she wasn't near—

That?

That scared me the most.

I was still lost in my thoughts, my body still tingling, my lips swollen from Lisa's kisses. It was getting ridiculous at this point—the way my mind always drifted to her, the way her voice echoed in my ears even when she wasn't speaking. It was frustrating, but even more frustrating was the fact that I didn't want it to stop.

I leaned back in my chair, exhaling softly, trying to shake off the feeling of Lisa's hands on my skin. We needed to slow down.

Or maybe... I needed to slow down.

Lisa, on the other hand, was perfectly fine being glued to my side, teasing me every chance she got, touching me when no one was looking, making me crave things I shouldn't.

I closed my eyes for a second, but just as I started to sink further into my thoughts, my phone rang.

CEO Yang.

I sighed, already feeling the headache forming. With how my life had been lately, it was always one thing after another.

I answered. "Yes?"

His voice was sharp as usual. "You're having dinner with V later."

I frowned. "Why?"

"His album is coming out next month. His company wants to build some hype, and we need to do our part."

Of course.

I should've expected it. Fake dating rumors, staged meetings, planned media interactions—all for the sake of business.

"I don't think—"

"This isn't up for discussion, Jennie." His tone left no room for argument. "Be there."

Then he hung up.

I stared at my phone, irritated.

There was no point in arguing with him. CEO Yang made decisions without caring how I felt, and I was used to it by now. Still, it never got any less annoying. I didn't even want to have dinner with V. It wasn't that I disliked him—we were fine, I guess—but we weren't close, and I didn't enjoy being used as a PR tool.

I sighed again and placed my phone on the desk, rubbing my temples.

Across the room, Lisa had been watching me, her arms crossed as she leaned against the couch.

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice softer than usual.

I shook my head. "Nothing. I just have to go somewhere later."

Lisa raised a brow. "Okay... so what do you want me to do?"

"You can leave early today," I said, avoiding eye contact.

Lisa's frown deepened. "Why?"

"It's work-related."

Lisa didn't respond right away. I could feel her gaze on me, studying me, trying to figure out why I wasn't telling her the full story.

"...Jennie."

I finally looked at her.

Lisa wasn't stupid. She knew something was off. She knew I wasn't being fully honest.

But I also knew she wouldn't push me if I didn't want to talk.

After a moment, Lisa let out a small sigh and nodded. "Alright. If you say so."

But the way she looked at me told me she didn't believe me. And for some reason, that bothered me more than it should have.

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Lisa's POV

For two months, I had been by Jennie's side every day—waking up before sunrise, following her around like a shadow, making sure no one got too close, making sure she was safe.

At first, it was just a deal, an obligation I agreed to because she asked me to. But now... it felt like something else.

I didn't want to admit it, but a part of me liked it.

Being close to her.

Being the one she relied on.

Being the one she called for.

So when she told me I was free to go early today, something about it didn't sit right with me.

I wanted to push. I wanted to ask her where she was going, who she was meeting, why she didn't want me there. But I didn't.

Because if Jennie wanted me to come with her, she would've told me.

Instead, she was brushing me off.

And maybe I was reading too much into it, but it felt like she didn't want me to be there.

I watched her carefully, searching for anything in her expression that would tell me otherwise, but she was unreadable.

So I nodded, playing it cool.

"Alright. If you say so."

I turned away, feeling the faintest pull in my chest—annoyance? Disappointment? I wasn't sure.

But if Jennie didn't need me tonight, then maybe... I should take this time to do something I had been avoiding for months now.

I hadn't been training. Not even once.

For two months, I had put everything on hold, hoping—praying—that the boss of the loan sharks would accept my offer and let me walk away without a fight.

But deep down, I knew that was wishful thinking.

Men like him didn't just let people walk away.

And if the time came when I had to step back in the ring, I wasn't ready.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair. I needed to talk to Seulgi.

If anyone could help me figure out what to do next, it was her.

And besides... it wasn't like I had anything better to do tonight.

Jennie had already made it clear—I wasn't needed.

So I might as well start preparing for whatever was coming three months from now.

My eyes flickered to my phone, thinking about the three checks sitting untouched in my drawer.

150K.

Not enough.

Not yet.

I pulled out my phone and typed a quick message.

"Sujo at Han River later?"

Didn't take long before Jisoo hit me back.

"Damn, you finally remembered I exist?"

I snorted.

"Shut up. You coming or not?"

"Of course. You paying?"

Of course, she'd say that. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Just be there."

"Alright, see you later, bodyguard superstar."

Bodyguard superstar. That made me chuckle. If only she knew how miserable this so-called superstar felt sometimes.

I locked my phone and leaned against the wall, exhaling slowly.

It had been two months since I started this whole bodyguard thing with Jennie. Two months of following her around like a damn shadow, two months of stealing every moment I could with her, two months of touching, kissing, fucking her whenever she let me.

I won't lie. I enjoyed every second of it.

But here's the thing—I had no idea what the hell we were doing.

Jennie? She acted like she didn't care, but I could tell she did. The way she'd get all moody when other girls talked to me, the way she'd hold onto me at night like she didn't want me to go. But she never said it.

And me? I didn't know what I wanted to hear from her. I just knew that when I was with her, nothing else mattered.

But now, for the first time in two months, I'd be doing something without her.

I shook my head.

It's just one night.

And maybe, just maybe, if I was lucky, I could start figuring out how to get out of this mess before it was too late.

It was already 6 PM when Jennie finally looked up from her desk, her eyes briefly meeting mine before she spoke.

"You can go home now," she said casually, like it didn't matter, like she wasn't used to having me around all the time.

I stretched my arms above my head, feeling the stiffness in my shoulders from doing absolutely nothing all day except following her around. "I'm not going home yet," I said, watching her reaction carefully.

Jennie's brows furrowed slightly. "Why?"

I leaned against the doorframe, slipping my hands into my pockets. "Meeting Jisoo later. Han River. Sujo."

For a second, just a second, I saw something flicker across her face—annoyance? Disapproval? But then it was gone, replaced by that unreadable, indifferent mask she always wore.

"Have fun," she muttered, turning her attention back to her laptop.

I smirked. She was mad. She just wouldn't say it.

"You sure you don't want me to stay?" I teased, stepping closer. "What if you suddenly need me?"

Jennie scoffed, not even looking up. "For what? To follow me to the restroom again?"

I grinned. "You seemed to like that."

That finally made her glance up at me, eyes narrowing. "Lisa."

I held up my hands in surrender, laughing. "Alright, alright. I'll go."

She went back to pretending I wasn't there, but I could see the tension in her shoulders. She didn't like this. She didn't like me making plans without her.

But she wasn't going to say that either.

"See you tomorrow, princess," I said before heading out, already feeling her eyes burning into my back.

As I stepped out of the building, I pulled my phone from my pocket and shot Jisoo a quick text.

LISA: On my way. Just grabbing soju and stuff.

Jisoo replied almost instantly.

JISOO: Good. I was about to curse you out for making me wait.

I chuckled to myself, shaking my head.

LISA: Relax, I'm bringing alcohol. That makes me the hero tonight.

JISOO: We'll see. Just hurry up.

I slipped my phone back into my pocket, walking toward the nearest convenience store. The air was crisp, the streets buzzing with life, but my mind was still stuck in Jennie's office. The way she told me to go home, like she didn't care. The way she clearly did care but refused to say it.

I exhaled sharply. She's impossible.

The automatic doors slid open, and I grabbed a couple of bottles of soju and some snacks before heading to the counter. As I paid, I found myself glancing at my phone, half-expecting a message from her.

But there was nothing.

I scoffed, shaking my head at myself. What the hell am I even waiting for?

I grabbed the plastic bag filled with soju and snacks, nodding at the cashier before stepping out into the night. The cool breeze hit my face as I made my way toward the Han River. The streets were still alive—couples walking hand in hand, groups of friends laughing, cyclists passing by. Seoul at night had its own rhythm, one I usually loved. But tonight, my mind was elsewhere.

Jennie.

She told me to go home. Like I was just another bodyguard. Like she didn't care where I went or what I did. But I knew better. I knew that slight hesitation in her voice, the way she averted her eyes when she said it. She wanted me to ask, to push, but I didn't.

Why should I? If she wanted me there, she would've said so.

I sighed, gripping the plastic bag tighter as I crossed the street. The Han River wasn't too far now. I checked my phone again—no messages from Jennie. A part of me felt relieved. Another part of me was irritated.

Why does she do this?

Pushing me away, pulling me back. Acting like she doesn't care, only to get mad when I look at other girls. She had me wrapped around her little finger.

I rolled my shoulders, shaking the thoughts away as I finally reached the meeting spot. Jisoo was already there, sitting on a bench with her arms crossed. When she saw me, she raised an eyebrow.

"Took you long enough," she said.

I held up the plastic bag. "Got the goods. That makes me the favorite tonight."

Jisoo smirked, grabbing one of the bottles. "We'll see." She opened it and took a sip straight from the bottle, wincing as the alcohol burned down her throat.

I chuckled, taking a seat beside her and opening my own. "Damn, you started without me?"

She shrugged. "I had a feeling you'd take your time, probably staring at your phone, waiting for a certain someone to text you."

I shot her a glare. "Shut up."

Jisoo laughed, nudging my shoulder. "Am I wrong, though?"

I exhaled, looking out at the water. The river reflected the city lights, shimmering with every ripple. I took a sip of soju, letting the warmth settle in my stomach before answering.

"She told me to go home," I admitted.

Jisoo scoffed. "And that's why you're here sulking?"

"I'm not sulking."

She gave me a look.

I groaned, running a hand through my hair. "I don't get her, Jisoo. One second, she wants me around. The next, she pushes me away. And for what? To keep up this whole 'she's not into me' act? It's exhausting."

Jisoo hummed, taking another sip. "Yeah, well. You're the idiot who keeps running back."

I rolled my eyes. "Thanks for the support."

She snorted. "I'm just saying, Lisa. You could walk away anytime. But you don't."

I didn't reply because we both knew she was right.

For two months, I'd been at Jennie's side. At first, it was just a job—a way to make money and get myself out of debt. But somewhere along the way, it stopped feeling like a transaction. It became... something else.

Something I wasn't sure I wanted to name.

Jisoo tapped her bottle against mine, pulling me out of my thoughts. "So? What's the plan now?"

I sighed, leaning back against the bench. "I don't know. I gotta figure out how to get that loan shark off my back. I offered to pay him off in six months, but who knows if he'll actually agree."

Jisoo frowned. "You haven't been training either, huh?"

I shook my head. "Not since I started this job. Haven't had time."

She clicked her tongue. "You're gonna be rusty."

"Yeah, well, I'm hoping I won't need to fight at all."

Jisoo scoffed. "You really think the boss is just gonna let you walk away?"

I stayed silent.

We both knew the answer to that.

I sighed, staring at the river, the bottle of soju dangling between my fingers. The conversation had died down a little, but Jisoo was still beside me, drinking like she had nowhere else to be. Maybe she didn't.

"Hey," I said, breaking the silence.

"Mm?" She glanced at me, already knowing I was about to say something stupid.

I hesitated for a second, but then I just blurted it out. "What do you think the chances are that Jennie would lend me 200k?"

Jisoo choked on her drink. She turned to me, eyes wide in disbelief. "You're joking, right?"

I shrugged, taking another sip. "Not really."

She let out a sharp laugh. "You're out of your damn mind."

"I'm serious, though," I muttered. "I already have 150k from the paychecks she gave me, but I need 500k to fully pay off my debt. If I can just borrow 200k from her, I could end this whole thing in one go. No more fighting, no more loan sharks breathing down my neck."

Jisoo stared at me like I was the dumbest person alive. "Lisa. Do you hear yourself right now? You're gonna ask Jennie Kim—the woman you've been screwing around with, the woman who already pays you—to lend you 200,000 dollars?"

I exhaled, rubbing my forehead. "I mean... yeah."

Jisoo shook her head, letting out another laugh. "You really have no shame."

"It's not like that." I frowned. "It's just a loan. I'll pay her back."

She raised an eyebrow. "With what money?"

I opened my mouth, then closed it again.

Shit.

Jisoo smirked, clearly enjoying watching me struggle. "Exactly." She took another sip. "And even if she says yes, you know she's gonna ask why. You really think you can lie to her forever?"

I shifted uncomfortably. That was the part I hadn't figured out yet.

Could I lie to Jennie?

I'd managed so far. She didn't know about the underground fights. She didn't know about the debt. She didn't know that the only reason I even took the job as her bodyguard was because I was drowning.

But if I asked for that kind of money, she'd start asking questions. And I wasn't sure I had the answers she wanted to hear.

Jisoo watched me for a moment, then sighed. "Look, Lisa. I get it. You wanna be done with all this. But Jennie's not stupid. And she's not just some rich girl you can take money from without consequences."

I clenched my jaw. "I know that."

"Do you?" She tilted her head. "Because from where I'm sitting, it kinda looks like you're using her."

That stung.

I stayed silent, my grip tightening around the bottle.

Jisoo sighed again, softer this time. "I'm not trying to be a bitch. I just... I don't want you to screw this up. Whatever this thing is between you and Jennie—it's messy, but it's real. You can't just treat her like an ATM."

"I don't." My voice was low, almost defensive.

Jisoo gave me a look. "Then don't ask."

I pressed my lips together, my mind racing.

I didn't want to lose Jennie.

But I also didn't want to die.

And if I didn't pay off that debt soon, that might not be a choice I got to make.

I leaned back against the bench, staring out at the Han River as I rolled the soju bottle between my hands. The cool breeze did nothing to settle the storm in my head.

"I'll earn every paycheck Jennie gives me," I muttered. "In six months, I'll have 300K. Then I'll try asking her for 200K."

Jisoo let out a slow breath, watching me carefully. "And you really think they'll let you go if you hand them 500K?"

I scoffed, shaking my head. "Who knows? The boss just said, 'Let's see when the time comes.'"

Jisoo frowned. "That doesn't sound like a deal, Lisa. That sounds like a setup."

I shrugged. "It's the best shot I've got."

Jisoo tapped her fingers against the table before suddenly saying, "Why not report them again? Go to the police—"

I let out a dry laugh, cutting her off.

"Jisoo," I said, tilting my head at her. "Do you seriously think I haven't tried that before?"

She pressed her lips together.

I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. "I've reported them a million times already. Every single time, nothing happens. You wanna know why?" I turned to face her. "Because they own the police. Half of them work under the boss. The other half turn a blind eye if the money is good enough."

Jisoo was quiet, her fingers still tapping against the wooden table.

"And don't forget," I added, my tone a little bitter now, "the last time I tried that, I almost died."

Her head snapped toward me.

I smirked humorlessly. "Three years ago. I thought I could be smart, gather evidence, go to the right people. Thought maybe this time things would change."

I chuckled, shaking my head as I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees.

"And you know what happened?" I looked at her. "They found out. They dragged me back to the warehouse, beat me to a pulp, and left me in a ditch to die."

Jisoo's jaw clenched.

I shrugged. "But lucky me, right? Someone found me. Pulled me out before it was too late."

Jisoo stayed silent for a long time before she finally muttered, "You never told me that part."

I smirked. "Would it have changed anything?"

She sighed, rubbing her temples. "Lisa... you can't just keep doing this alone."

"I'm not alone," I said easily. "I've got you. Seulgi. Irene. And now... I have Jennie."

Jisoo looked at me, something unreadable in her eyes. "Yeah. You do."

I turned back to the river, watching the way the lights reflected on the water.

I knew Jisoo was worried.

Hell, I was worried too.

But for the first time in a long time, I actually saw a way out.

Even if it meant asking Jennie for help.

Jisoo let out a deep sigh before grabbing the bottle of soju from my hand and pouring us both another shot. "Fine. If you're not gonna listen to me, at least drink with me."

I smirked, clinking my glass against hers before downing the shot. The familiar burn ran down my throat, but it wasn't enough to drown out the weight pressing on my chest.

"You know," Jisoo started, lazily swirling her glass. "I never thought I'd see the day Lisa Manoban becomes a bodyguard."

I chuckled. "Yeah, well, neither did I."

She grinned. "And for Jennie Kim of all people. Damn, Lisa. You really got yourself wrapped around her finger, huh?"

I rolled my eyes, pouring myself another drink. "It's not like that."

Jisoo raised a brow, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Really? 'Cause from what I saw, you're practically glued to her side 24/7. And from what I see, you're living the sugar baby life without even knowing it."

I choked on my drink, coughing as Jisoo burst into laughter.

"Shut up," I groaned, wiping my mouth. "It's just a job."

She gave me a look. "Lisa. You get paid just to stand around and look hot all day. And you get to screw your boss. How is that just a job?"

I bit the inside of my cheek, trying to fight the grin threatening to break out. "Okay, when you put it like that..."

Jisoo wiggled her brows. "So? How is she in bed?"

I huffed out a laugh. "Not telling you that."

"Oh, come on! I wanna know if Miss Perfect Jennie Kim is as good as everyone thinks she is."

I shook my head, grinning as I took another shot. "Not telling. I don't kiss and tell."

Jisoo pouted but let it go, downing her own drink. The wind was cooler now, and the lights from the buildings across the river shimmered against the dark water.

After a moment, she spoke again, her tone softer. "So... what's it like? Being around her all the time?"

I thought about it, rolling the empty glass between my fingers. "It's... different."

"Different how?"

I exhaled. "I mean... she's Jennie Kim. I thought she'd be all high-maintenance and cold. And yeah, she can be, but..." I trailed off, thinking about the way she secretly pouts when things don't go her way, or how she gets excited over stupid little things when she thinks no one's looking.

"But?" Jisoo pressed.

"But she's also kinda weird," I admitted with a laugh. "Like... she talks to her dog like it is actually a person. And she has this habit of stealing my hoodies even though she has a closet full of designer clothes. And she gets all grumpy when I don't pay attention to her, but she pretends she doesn't care."

Jisoo smirked. "Damn. You're down bad."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm just saying, she's not what I expected."

"Yeah," Jisoo muttered. "That's usually how it starts."

We kept drinking, laughing over old memories and dumb stories from our past. The soju burned less, and the world felt a little lighter, a little slower.

"Hey," Jisoo slurred, pointing a finger at me. "Promise me something."

I raised a brow. "What?"

"If things get bad again... if those bastards try to pull anything, you have to tell me."

I let out a breath, staring at my empty glass.

I wanted to promise her.

But I wasn't sure I could.

Jisoo leaned back against the bench, stretching her legs out as she poured herself another shot. "You know," she started, tilting her head towards me, "Jennie's not as cold as people think."

I scoffed. "Yeah, I figured that out already."

Jisoo smirked. "Of course, you did. You practically breathe the same air as her now."

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't deny it. "What about her, though? You work with her more than I do—well, in a different way, at least. What's she like when she's not being Jennie Kim, the IT girl?"

Jisoo hummed, tapping her fingers against the bottle. "She's actually kinda dorky."

I raised a brow. "Jennie Kim? Dorky?"

Jisoo laughed. "I swear! You should see her when she's picking out outfits for events. She gets all serious about it, like she's planning world domination. And if she doesn't like something, she won't even say it—she just gives you that look."

I snorted. "Oh, I know that look."

"Exactly! But then, when she finds the perfect outfit, she does this little victory dance. Like, a tiny wiggle."

I burst out laughing, the thought of Jennie doing a victory wiggle almost too much to handle. "No way."

"I swear!" Jisoo grinned. "It's rare, though. Like a unicorn sighting."

I shook my head, still laughing. "I can't believe this. The mighty Jennie Kim, wiggling over a dress."

"She's full of surprises," Jisoo said, smirking. "Kinda like someone else I know."

I rolled my eyes, taking another drink.

For a while, we just sat there, exchanging stories, laughing over ridiculous things Jennie had done, the stress of our jobs, and how crazy it was that I ended up as her personal bodyguard. It felt good, just drinking and talking with Jisoo like this again.

But then, Jisoo's tone changed.

"You know," she said, her voice quieter, "you should see yourself when you talk about her."

I blinked. "Huh?"

Jisoo leaned in, resting her arm on the back of the bench. "Your eyes literally light up, Lisa. You don't even realize it, but every time you talk about Jennie, you get this stupid little smile, and your whole face softens."

I felt my stomach drop. "I do not."

Jisoo gave me a knowing look. "You so do."

I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came out.

Then, Jisoo tilted her head, watching me closely. "Be honest with me, Lisa," she said, her voice serious now. "Do you like Jennie?"

I stared at her.

Jisoo didn't look away.

She wasn't teasing anymore.

She was actually asking.

And for the first time, I had no idea what to say.

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This story got less appreciation to readers makes me want to end it faster. You know comments give writers the motivation to write. But here in Wattpad there's a lot... I mean a bunch of lazy ass readers who always ask for updates but never appreciate the chapter they just read. Like bitch at least comment what you think about it. Fucking frustrating ass...