YOU ARE THE BEST OF ME || JIKOOK ✅

Prologue

JIMIN POV

I'd never been soglad to see our apartment building since the day I'd moved in.

If I heard another Congratulation for the rest of my life it would be too soon.

Hours of smiling and pretend happiness had worn on me.

All I wanted was a cold beer and to forget about the day.

Lisa hadn't fared much better.

We hadn't spoken much on the ride back home and we rode the elevator up to our apartment in silence both of us lost in thought.

As soon as the doors opened on our floor, Lisa let out a sigh.

"Thank fuck."

The only reason I laughed was because she'd voiced what I'd been feeling.

"Longest day in history."

Her response was pure Lisa. "I need a drink."

That made two of us, We walked down the hallway to our door.

Thanks to the large box filled with unopened champagne, left over cake and a few gifts,I had to wait for Lisa to fish the key ring from my pocket.

The box was getting heavier by the second and the open door was a welcome sight.

We walked into the apartment, not bothering to stop to take off our shoes and headed toward the kitchen.

I slid the box onto the counter and turned to see lisa standing behind me, her lips pressed into a firm line.

Her immaculately styled hair from hours before had become unraveled in places but the hair product the salon had used kept it at unnatural angles.

The makeup that had been perfect at one in the afternoon was splotchy and smudged twelve hours after it had been applied.

To me she was still beautiful and she looked a lot more like the woman I'd known for eight years.

Even rolling out of her room first thing in the morning, no caffeine in her system, hair rumpled, with sheet creases on her cheeks, she was beautiful.

The professional makeup and hairdo had only accentuated her natural beauty but I liked her more like this.

Like this, she was my Lisa.

My best friend and confidant.

After shucking my tuxedo jacket, untying my bow tie and popping the top three buttons of my shirt, I pulled the box of cake off the top of the pile.

Below it sat one of the bottles of champagne we'd escaped with.

Lisa was still in her dress but had headed over to the silverware drawer and pulled two forks out.

"Shall we eat our feelings?"

The first genuine laugh I'd had in hours bubbled from my chest.

"God that sounds like a perfect way to end this day, Can I interest you in champagne?"

Holding up the bottle of champagne that had caused me to nearly choke on my water when I'd heard its price at the tasting six months earlier.

"Skip the glass." She reached into the fridge. "Beer?"

"Please."

I might have been wearing a custom-tailored tuxedo and had spent the last week rubbing elbows with new york's most elite attorneys and socialites but I still preferred a cold bottle of beer to any glass of wine or champagne offered and Lisa knew it.