Elsewhere. | A Lizkook AU

8.

She was on a high - dancing among the girls and a sea of strangers. The upbeat and lively energy made her feel wild and free, and it's the most fun she's ever had in what felt like the longest time. Once in a while, she'd open her eyes to the flashing bursts of neons and her friends' happy faces. It feels good to forget everything...to not go back -

A broad, strong chest halted her twirl and she found her palms already splaying on the familiar body. When she looked up, Lisa fell into those twinkling dark pools again. 

"You," She managed to breathe, despite the embarrassment creeping up.

"Hello," The hint of smirk held a humour. Maybe he's laughing at me again. Maybe not. Lisa couldn't think straight. A lot more liquors have passed down her throat after the 'incident' in the private room. 

When it seemed like she had forgotten what words were, he dipped his head slightly to her right and close to her ear, "I've seen you before," His voice sounded like a whisper, even if she's sure it wasn't. It sounded melodic...just right...along the music.

The heat came back. As he backed away, Lisa saw the twitch on his still-smiling, perfectly-sculpted lips. His expression however, was unreadable. Out of everyone here, how did he managed to find me? Is he taunting me because I mistook him for a stripper?? Lisa shook her head slightly to end the trance.

"The dance floor is for dancing," She plastered a smile, enough to just goad him. 

"I know...I built it,"

"Then why are you not participating?" She smirked and watched the flicker of awe ran through his face as she started swaying her hips...one...then two steps away from him. The fact that he didn't take his eyes away from her made her feel so damn good and she wasn't even sure why. 

Just another guy...a wannabe heartbreaker. Well, he's not breaking me. She heard herself chuckling before she made a move to turn back to her friends. Just then, a hand graced itself on her waist. Soft, yet demanding of attention. 

"Not tonight," She felt his fingers brushing a strand of her hair - tucking it safely behind her ear. "Soon...and maybe you won't run from me then," His voice was so seductively clear that she felt her knees go weak.

When did I run? He was the one who walked out with nothing more than just a name and who he was -

"For now...I'd just like to say what I didn't get to say in that room...that it's really nice to finally meet you, Lisa," 

Damn it, he sounds so hot and for what - wait, how did he know my name? Oh, maybe from the room - 

And just like how easy he came to find her, his presence disappeared seconds later. Lisa was left breathless when she took the few more steps towards the group - to some who gaped, gasped, and questioned her with scandalous delights for the night. 

...

It felt like a dream. A really bad dream. Or maybe...a really good one. Which one?

Lisa groaned, feeling thumps rising in her head. Was I so drunk - please let me be so damned drunk that I dreamed of the whole thing! She felt like shutting her eyes back to dreamland but from outside, the bright, early September light poured through the window with no mercy - forcing her to recall the humiliation from last night.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook. I own the club."

She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow when the face and voice came back in a rush. Details began drifting and floating through her mind - such strong body and his perfect, handsome face. And that smile that's to die for - damn it -