Just One Day | Liskook [ Completed ]

Chapter 37

Lisa's pov~

"Are you not sleeping well?", the makeup artist asked as she circled some kind of cream under my eyes."I've never seen you with dark circles before."

"Yeah.", I answered flippantly, closing my eyes and resting my throbbing head back on the chair."Just been having bad dreams."

That was a lie. I hadn't been able to sleep altogether. Neither could I muster up much interest in eating food. Insomnia and no appetite take a toll on your body and so here I was barely functioning before a performance with a pounding headache and tired limbs.

"Are you sure you're alright?", my hair stylist's worried voice asked from behind me.

I gave her a wan smile. "Yes, unnie. I'll be fine."

A scoff sounded from beside me. Jennie was not buying my excuses. "Yeah. Keep telling yourself that."

Opening my eyes to look at her, I saw her munching on an apple while flipping through a magazine beside me. She was all done up for the performance, her black lacy dress hugged her curves to perfection, her long dark hair flowing down her back and eyes looking like a cat's more so than ever.

"What now?" My exasperation was evident, she'd been giving me little disappointed head shakes all throughout the week.

Turning to me, she pushed her apple into my hand, closing my fingers around it. "Eat."

I made to protest but the death glare she gave me shut me right up. "Eat. I don't want you fainting on the stage because your stupid ass couldn't smack that Tzuyu bitch into next year when she threatened your boyfriend."

Jennie held her hands up, mimicking my voice. "'Oooooh, I'm Lisa, I'm such a Mother Teresa, I sacrificed myself to protect my boyfriend-'", she turned to me, raising her voice as she finished."-and he doesn't even fucking know."

"What could I have done? Let her ruin his career?", distress was clear on my face. "And even if I told him, how could I possibly know she wouldn't anyway?"

She sighed heavily, sliding the magazine across the table towards me. "Look at this."

I did and my breath escaped me in a rush. Shards of pain flared in my heart, making me rub my chest unconsciously. Blinking repeatedly, I willed my sudden cloudy vision to clear before any unwanted tears could slip down my cheeks.

On the page was a commercial for a luxury watch brand. Jungkook's arm around Tzuyu's neck and her hand placed over his at her collarbone as they both displayed what they were advertising on their wrists.

Didn't take him long.

But of course however much it hurt I wasn't really surprised. When I'd told Tzuyu that I'd done what she wanted she'd torn up the envelope containing the media statement and the pictures, commenting, "Good job. Now that Jungkook's rid of his side bitch, he can properly focus on his real girlfriend. Me."

I had never wanted to commit murder so badly in my life. But my anger hadn't stopped me from staying up late at night wondering if he was with her.

I hadn't wanted to look at the news, didn't want to know about kpop's "it" couple in any way, shape or form.

But however much I tried I hadn't been prepared for his indifference when he actually saw me backstage a few days ago at a music festival.

He had ignored me like I didn't even exist, laughing and practicing with his members at the rehearsals like nothing had ever happened.  I knew that he could feel my eyes on him but he hadn't turned to look at me once. For all intents and purposes, it seemed like he had moved on.