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13

Warning ⚠️ 18+

Jisoo

It had been 4 days since Lisa and I had crossed the line. I wish I could say it was a mistake, but it didn't feel like it. Our Instagram pictures had become better, more natural, more free. Plus, a part of me was proud I'd let myself risk something. Being bold was new for me, and I kind of liked it.

Yeah, why couldn't I be the girl who had friends with benefits?

So it was no big deal that we were driving to meet her family in an hour. We'd chill, have fun, hang out with Rosé and Jennie. I'd be super duper cool as a pickle. No biggie.

I was in a pink A-line skirt that ended mid-thigh with a matching off-the-shoulder top. The painfully high price-tag tucked in the back, in worn-out sandals and drugstore lipstick that dried too quick. My hair was in a semi-acceptable bun I mimicked from YouTube. And of course, I had smoked a few puffs of weed to be normal, but made sure my eyes didn't look bloodshot.

Lisa on the driver's seat was dripping with masculine confidence. Wearing low rise baggy jeans with a leather belt and designer celine shoes. She looked so comfortable in her own skin. The sleeves of her leather jacket rolled up, flashing a silver watch and rings. Her hair was straight with her cute bangs for which she always used gel, but her hair still looked soft enough to touch. And her cologne. Oh God, her cologne.

If Rosé and Jennie weren't in the back, I'd be so inclined to lean over and inhale her. But I'm glad they were. I didn't want Lisa to think I was so attached already. This was probably a casual thing for her. Having fun. That's how I had to keep it. Keep my heart distant from other things.

We rounded into the driveway of her parents house when the sun was setting down. The sky was a romantic pink and peach. Palm trees swayed around a white house with a black roof. On the green front yard with pink and white roses, their house looked rich and welcoming.

There was an outdoor bar area with a fireplace and a dining table. I pictured so many opportunities for Instagram, but the bubble of excitement died quickly when I saw the crowd.

I thought I looked bold before, but now...seeing around thirty guests in cocktail dresses and red-bottomed heels, hair and makeup professionally perfected, I felt like nothing more than a joke.

"Ready?" Lisa turned her car off.

"Mhm." I tried to smile.

At least Jennie and Rosé seemed unbothered. Jennie with her black turtleneck and cargo pants that had chains layered on each hip. Rosé with yellow nail polish with smiley faces on them, in a pink sweatshirt and a white collar. They stood out, but didn't mind at all. I was the only one afraid.

"เฮ้สวัสดีคิตตี้ (Hey, hello kitty!)" Minnie approached, flashing a Cheshire cat grin. Aside from her blonde ponytail and tatted forearm, she was dressed in all black like Jennie. "Oh, Lisa you're here too? Happy birthday."

"Wow, thanks." Lisa rolled her eyes, going in for a hug.

"Jennie! Don't you look nice tonight." Momo checked her out head-to-toe. She was tall too. Also dressed in all black,with a kind, almost fatherly smile.

"Piss off," Jennie crossed her arms.

"Hey, what are these for?" Rosé poked the metal chains on her hip.

She stared at her, quirking an eyebrow. "It's for
a leash."

"Oh, cool! You have a dog?"

"Lisa, baby! Where've you been?" A middle-aged woman with a blonde blowout opened her arms, squeezing Lisa as she bent over. "Why are you so late? Everyone's waiting for you."