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Just this once | Jenlisa | Chapters

Rosé sighs. "I don't know how to explain it, but why would your father suddenly appear after all this time and demand you marry a stranger? And not just any stranger, but a mafia boss?"

Rosé's right. None of this makes sense. My father, who barely ever showed up in my life unless he needed something, suddenly dragging me into this mess with Lisa? And a mafia boss, of all people?

--

Lisa immediately pulls me under the blanket again.

"Just until the fever breaks," I mutter.

"Sure, Jen. Whatever you say," she whispers, her voice barely audible as she drifts off again.

And despite myself, I stay.

When I stir awake sometime later, the room is dim, and Lisa's arm is still draped over me, holding me in place. I blink groggily, realizing I hadn't meant to fall asleep here.

Lisa shifts slightly beside me but doesn't wake. Her breathing is soft, and her fever seems to have broken, but she still clings to me like I'm some kind of lifeline.

I sigh quietly, rubbing my eyes. "Just this once," I remind myself again.

--

I stir awake, feeling something wet and warm against my stomach. Still half-asleep, I absentmindedly stroke the soft head. "Good puppy," I mumble.

Wait. Puppy?

My eyes snap open, and there she is-Lisa, grinning mischievously, her chin resting on me.

"Of course," I mutter, glaring at her.

Lisa winks. "Morning."

I groan. "Do you ever act normal?"

"Where's the fun in that?" she teases, propping herself up on her elbows.

--

As I murmur against her lips, "This doesn't change anything," Lisa pauses for a moment, her breath warm against my skin. She hums in response, the sound vibrating through our connected bodies.

The heat radiating from her body feels intoxicating, and I relish it, but I remind myself that love isn't on the table right now.

"Just… this once," I say, punctuating my words with a gentle press of my lips against hers once more.

"Yeah, just this once," she replies, a hint of mischief creeping back into her voice.

Happy Birthday, The World Is Ending

Y/N is stuck in a time loop, failing to confess to Lisa in increasingly chaotic ways.

Momo ate the Moon ( Now we've got to fix it )

Well...Momo ate the Moon.

Love Letter

Y/n finds a love letter.

MIDNIGHT SNACK

Lisa catches me stealing her snack.

Lisa's Nonexistent Boyfriend (Probably a Curse)

Lisa wakes up to find her 'boyfriend' is cheating.

Abs-olutely Yours

Just me being obsessed with Lisa's abs and not being subtle about it.

Emergency Contact

1.Jenlisa Apocalypse | I have actually started writing this a little, a couple of chapters. I might even start uploading. but I'm still confused.

Jennie goes to sleep and wakes up in a ruined Seoul with a monster in front of her. She tries to fight it with a stapler. It doesn’t work.

She survives because Lisa saves her — tall, dangerous, already half-lost to the whispers that turned everyone else into monsters.

Everyone hears them. Jennie doesn’t.

Lisa says that’s a bad sign.

2. Jenlisa Begin Again | I have started writing this too, its all fluff, no angst, I might upload this too lol.

Jennie thought love was supposed to hurt.

Her last relationship taught her that — what to wear, what to like, when to stop being herself.

So when Jisoo drags her to a blind date on a Wednesday, Jennie doesn’t expect much.

Lisa comes earlier than Jennie expected. She listens. She smiles. She makes Jennie feel seen.

And just like that, in a small café, Jennie watches it all begin again.

3.Jenlisa hope and despair

People say opposites attract. They don’t.

They create each other.

Jennie was hope. Lisa was despair. They tried to love in a world that wouldn’t allow it.

They lost.

Now twilight exists — the space between day and night — a reminder of what happens when hope and despair touch.

4. Saint and Sinner Jenlisa

Imagine having to lose a dare and pretending to be innocent a whole semester. Now imagine, the baddest of all having to pretend that.

Jennie Kim loses a dare. So, she has to pretend to be innocent all semester in her new college. If she can't fulfill that, she loses 50,000 Won to her friends.

Lalisa Manoban, she's The Playgirl, cocky, smug, too attractive for her own good. Jennie's 'innocence' catches Lisa's attention.

She flirts. She teases. She pushes every boundary — just to see where Jennie breaks.

What starts as a dare quickly becomes personal.

Lisa's phone buzzes against the bedside table. Groaning, she reaches for it, still half-asleep.

Unknown Number

She almost ignores it, but something in her gut tells her to answer.

"Hello?" she mumbles.

"Is this... Lisa Manoban?" A woman's voice, calm but urgent.

Lisa rubs her eyes. "Yeah. Who's this?"

"I'm calling from Seoul General Hospital. You're listed as the emergency contact for a patient named Jennie Kim."

Lisa sits up so fast that she nearly knocks over her glass of water. "What?"

Jennie Kim? That's got to be a mistake. Lisa hasn't spoken to Jennie in months—maybe even a year. And they were never that close, just casual classmates who sometimes exchanged sarcastic remarks in the hallway.

"Are you sure?" Lisa asks, still dazed.

"Yes, she was in an accident. It wasn't serious, but she's been given mild sedatives and isn't in a state to go home alone. Could you come pick her up?"

Lisa is already halfway into her hoodie. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm coming."

When Lisa gets to the hospital, she expects to find some mistake—a different Jennie Kim, maybe. But there she is, slumped against a hospital bed, her head resting against the white pillow. A small bandage sits on her forehead, and she looks oddly peaceful, her usual sharp expression softened by sleep.

Lisa clears her throat. "Uh, hey."

Jennie stirs at the sound of her voice, eyes fluttering open. She blinks a few times before recognition sets in. "...Lisa?"

Lisa crosses her arms. "Yeah. Apparently, I'm your emergency contact."

Jennie stares at her for a moment before groaning and covering her face with her hands. "Oh my god. I forgot I did that."

Lisa raises an eyebrow. "You put me down as your emergency contact?"

Jennie sighs. "It was a joke! I just—I needed to put someone, and I didn't want my mom to freak out over something small. I figured they'd never actually call you."

Lisa scoffs, but she's fighting a smile. "Well, surprise. They did."

Jennie peeks at her through her fingers. "...Are you mad?"

Lisa exhales and drops into the chair beside the bed. "Nah. Just confused. I didn't think you even liked me."

Jennie lowers her hands and frowns slightly. "I never hated you."

Lisa tilts her head. "Could've fooled me."

Jennie bites her lip, avoiding Lisa's gaze. "You were always just... there."

Lisa chuckles. "Wow. Thanks."

"No, I mean—you were there. You were the only one who never expected anything from me. Everyone else wanted me to be a certain way. But you? You just existed in my life, and it was... nice."

Lisa's smirk fades. She wasn't expecting that.

Silence settles between them, not uncomfortable, just... full.

Lisa shifts in her seat. "So, do I get a reward for showing up?" she teases, trying to lighten the mood.

Jennie grins, the first real one Lisa's seen in a long time. "I'll buy you coffee."

Lisa pretends to think. "Hm. I don't know. Coffee seems kinda cheap for all the emotional distress I just went through."

Jennie rolls her eyes. "Fine. Coffee and a pastry."

Lisa grins. "Now we're talking."

She stands, holding out a hand. Jennie hesitates for a second before taking it, letting Lisa pull her to her feet. Their hands linger a beat longer than necessary, but neither of them lets go just yet.

Lisa keeps her grip firm as Jennie steadies herself, her fingers warm against Lisa's palm. For someone who had just been in an accident, Jennie moves with surprising ease. Or maybe she's just pretending. Lisa wouldn't put it past her.

"You good?" Lisa asks.

Jennie exhales through her nose. "Yeah."

Lisa doesn't let go just yet. "You sure? 'Cause if you faint on me, I'm not carrying you."

Jennie snorts. "Liar. You totally would."

Lisa huffs. She would, and they both know it.

They leave the hospital together, the cool night air wrapping around them as they step onto the sidewalk. Lisa shoves her hands into her hoodie pocket, glancing at Jennie, who's busy poking at the bandage on her forehead.

"Hey, quit that. You'll make it worse," Lisa mutters.

Jennie pauses, then grins. "You sound like you care."

Lisa rolls her eyes. "I do not care. I just don't want to be called back here when your wound magically reopens."

Jennie hums, unimpressed. "Uh-huh. So where's the café?"

Lisa stops walking. "Wait—you're serious?"

"Duh." Jennie looks at her expectantly. "You agreed to it. I promised you coffee and a pastry. Do you not take me as a woman of my word?"

Lisa sighs dramatically but gestures toward a 24-hour café across the street. "Fine. But I want the biggest pastry they have."

Jennie laughs. "Deal."

They find a booth in the café, the warm glow of the lights making the world outside seem farther away. Lisa stirs her iced Americano lazily, while Jennie watches her over the rim of her latte.

Lisa leans back, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Jennie tilts her head. "I was just thinking."

Lisa snorts. "That's dangerous."

Jennie ignores her. "I really didn't expect you to come."

Lisa shrugs. "Neither did I."

Jennie smiles softly, tracing the rim of her cup with her finger. "I'm glad you did, though."

Lisa pauses. Something about the way Jennie says it—quiet, honest—makes Lisa's chest feel weird. A warmth spreads under her ribs, unsettling in a way she doesn't entirely hate.

She clears her throat, looking away. "Yeah, well... someone had to make sure you didn't die on the way home."

Jennie chuckles. "I'll try not to make a habit of it."

They sip their drinks in silence, a comfortable kind.

For the first time in a long time, Lisa doesn't feel the need to fill it.

And for the first time, Jennie doesn't seem to mind Lisa just being there.

The café is quiet except for the soft hum of background music and the occasional clatter of dishes. Lisa watches as Jennie picks at her pastry, tearing off small pieces but barely eating them.

Lisa tilts her head. "Not hungry?"

Jennie blinks, as if she just realized what she was doing. "Huh? Oh, no. Just... thinking."

Lisa stirs her drink. "You do that a lot."

Jennie smirks. "And yet, you still look surprised every time."

Lisa rolls her eyes, but she doesn't press. She's learned that Jennie talks when she wants to. Pushing her never works.

Minutes pass, and Jennie finally sighs, setting down the torn-apart pastry. "Do you think I should've called someone else?"

Lisa frowns. "What?"

"I mean..." Jennie leans back, staring at her coffee. "I put you as my emergency contact without thinking. But I didn't actually expect to use it."

Lisa leans forward, resting her elbows on the table. "Do you regret it?"

Jennie is quiet for a moment before shaking her head. "No." She exhales, almost like she's been holding it in. "I don't regret it. I just... I didn't think you'd come."

Lisa watches her carefully. "Why?"

Jennie shrugs, looking anywhere but at Lisa. "Because it's you. You act like you don't care. And I guess part of me thought maybe you actually didn't."

Lisa's grip tightens around her cup. "That's stupid."

Jennie finally looks at her, raising an eyebrow. "Wow. Thanks."

Lisa sighs, running a hand through her hair. "I mean—it's stupid to think I wouldn't care. Of course I care."

Jennie blinks, caught off guard. "You do?"

Lisa groans. "Jennie, you literally almost got hit by a car. What kind of person would I be if I didn't care?"

Jennie bites her lip, and for the first time tonight, she looks... unsure. Vulnerable.

Lisa exhales. "I know we mess around a lot, and I give you crap all the time, but that doesn't mean I'd just ignore you when you need me."

Jennie's lips curve into the smallest smile. "So you do care."

Lisa narrows her eyes. "Don't push it."

Jennie laughs, and this time, it reaches her eyes.

Lisa takes another sip of her coffee, shaking her head. "You're such a pain."

Jennie hums, stealing a bite of Lisa's pastry. "And yet, here you are."

Lisa doesn't argue.

Because, somehow, she knows she'd be here every time Jennie called.

Jennie keeps stealing bites from Lisa's pastry, completely ignoring her own ruined one. Lisa lets it slide, too tired to argue—not that she really minds.

Lisa sighs. "You know, you could've just ordered your own."

Jennie shrugs. "Yours tastes better."

Lisa rolls her eyes but doesn't stop her.

The café stays quiet for a while, the air between them lighter than before.

Jennie glances up at Lisa, her voice softer now. "Thanks for coming."

Lisa leans back in her chair, stretching slightly. "Took you long enough to say that."

Jennie scoffs. "I thought I implied it."

Lisa smirks. "You? Implying things? Shocking."

Jennie glares at her, but there's no real heat behind it. "I take it back. I regret calling you."

Lisa chuckles. "No, you don't."

Jennie exhales, but her lips twitch slightly, betraying her. "Maybe not."

Jennie shakes her head, but there's no real annoyance behind it. Just something warm, something Lisa doesn't think she's seen from Jennie in a while.

The clock on the wall ticks past midnight.

Lisa exhales. "I should probably take you home."

Jennie hesitates for a second before nodding. "Yeah... okay."

Lisa stands, tossing some cash onto the table. She watches as Jennie carefully gets up, still favoring her injured ankle. Without thinking, Lisa steps closer, offering an arm.

Jennie looks at it, then at Lisa. "Are you seriously—"

Lisa glares. "Just take it."

Jennie huffs but loops her arm around Lisa's anyway.

Lisa shakes her head, adjusting her grip slightly as they walk out of the café together. Jennie leans into her just a little—not enough to admit she needs the help, but enough for Lisa to notice.

The night air is crisp, and the streets are quieter now. The city lights cast a soft glow around them, and for a moment, Lisa just listens to the sound of their footsteps in sync.

Jennie breaks the silence first. "You know, I'm not that fragile."

Lisa scoffs. "Yeah, sure. That's why you almost face-planted five seconds ago."

Jennie glares up at her. "I did not almost face-plant."

Lisa smirks. "Mmm, whatever helps you sleep at night."

Jennie nudges her with her elbow, and Lisa pretends not to feel the warmth spreading through her chest.

They reach the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change. Lisa glances down at Jennie, watching the way the neon signs reflect in her eyes.

"You could've called anyone," Lisa says, quieter this time.

Jennie sighs, but there's no exasperation in it. Just something softer. "I didn't want anyone else."

Lisa swallows. She should say something—something teasing, something light to brush past the moment. But for once, she doesn't.

Instead, when the light changes, she just tightens her grip on Jennie's arm and leads her forward.

And Jennie lets her.

As they cross the street, Jennie doesn't let go. Lisa notices but doesn't say anything.

The walk to Jennie's place is quiet, comfortable. Lisa isn't sure when she started matching her steps to Jennie's, slowing down so Jennie wouldn't have to struggle. It just happens naturally.

When they finally reach Jennie's apartment, Lisa stops at the entrance, shifting awkwardly. "So... you good now?"

Jennie looks at her, an unreadable expression in her eyes. Then, with the smallest smirk, she says, "You're really just gonna leave me like this?"

Lisa raises an eyebrow. "You literally just said you weren't fragile."

Jennie hums. "Still. Wouldn't hurt to make sure I get inside safe, would it?"

Lisa rolls her eyes but follows Jennie into the building anyway.

Inside the elevator, Jennie leans against the wall, her arm still loosely hooked around Lisa's.

"You didn't have to come," she murmurs.

Lisa exhales. "I know that."

Jennie studies her for a moment before a small, almost shy smile appears on her lips. "Thanks, though."

Lisa feels her ears heat up. She looks away, mumbling, "Yeah, whatever."

The elevator dings, and they step out. Lisa walks Jennie to her door, hands stuffed into her pockets.

Jennie unlocks it but pauses, turning to Lisa. "Do you wanna—"

"Nope," Lisa interrupts quickly. "Go rest your ankle, princess."

Jennie laughs, shaking her head. "Fine, fine. Night, Lisa."

Lisa smirks. "Night, Jennie."

She waits until Jennie closes the door before turning around.

And as she walks away, she realizes her heart is beating way too fast for something as simple as walking a friend home.

Lisa barely makes it down the hall when her phone buzzes.

Jennie: You sure you don't wanna come in?

Lisa stops in her tracks, staring at the message.

Lisa: Don't tempt me.

Three dots appear. Then disappear. Then reappear.

Lisa exhales sharply. What is she even trying to say?

Then her phone buzzes again.

Jennie: Then don't make me ask twice.

Lisa curses under her breath, turning on her heel and marching back to Jennie's door. Before she can even knock, it swings open, revealing Jennie leaning against the frame, arms crossed, smirking.

"Took you long enough."

Lisa steps inside without another word. Jennie doesn't move, forcing Lisa to brush past her.

The door clicks shut behind them.

Lisa turns, watching as Jennie slowly steps closer. "So?" Jennie asks, voice softer now.

Lisa swallows hard. What are we doing? But she already knows the answer.

Jennie looks up at her, expectant, teasing, but there's something vulnerable in her eyes too.

Lisa sighs, rubbing the back of her neck. "You're a pain, you know that?"

Jennie grins. "Yeah."

Lisa doesn't hesitate this time. She cups Jennie's face and kisses her, pulling her in like it's the most natural thing in the world.

And when Jennie melts into her, Lisa knows—she's never walking away from this.

Jennie sighs against Lisa's lips, her hands gripping the front of Lisa's jacket as if afraid she might pull away. But Lisa doesn't. She deepens the kiss, her fingers tracing the curve of Jennie's jaw, memorizing the warmth of her skin.

When they finally part, Jennie stays close, her forehead resting against Lisa's. "You're not leaving, right?" she murmurs.

Lisa exhales a quiet laugh. "Not unless you kick me out."

Jennie smirks, fingers still clutching Lisa's jacket. "Guess you're stuck with me, then."

Lisa pretends to think. "Could be worse."

Jennie rolls her eyes, but she's smiling—soft, real. "Shut up."

Lisa doesn't. Not yet. She steals another kiss, slow and lingering, like she has all the time in the world. Because for once, she does.

Jennie exhales softly, her grip on Lisa's jacket loosening just enough for her fingers to curl into the fabric instead. Neither of them moves to step away, their breaths mingling in the space between them.

Lisa tilts her head, studying Jennie's expression—the slight flush on her cheeks, the way her lips are parted, like she's caught between saying something and holding it back.

"What?" Lisa murmurs, a teasing lilt in her voice.

Jennie hesitates, then sighs. "I don't know," she admits. "This feels... different."

Lisa hums, brushing a stray strand of hair behind Jennie's ear. "Good different?"

Jennie doesn't answer immediately, but her fingers tighten against Lisa's jacket again. "Yeah," she finally says, quieter this time. "Good different."

Lisa's lips curve into a small smile. "Then let's not overthink it."

Jennie scoffs but leans into her touch anyway. "Easier said than done."

Lisa chuckles. "Okay. How about this?" She lifts their intertwined hands, giving Jennie's fingers a small squeeze. "We figure it out. Together."

Jennie stares at her for a long moment before shaking her head with a soft laugh. "You're so cheesy."

Lisa grins. "But you love it."

Jennie rolls her eyes but doesn't deny it. Instead, she tugs Lisa closer, their fingers still laced together. "Yeah," she mutters. "Maybe I do."

And this time, when Lisa kisses her, Jennie doesn't hesitate to kiss her back.

Lisa helps Jennie onto the couch, her grip firm but careful. "You should keep your foot elevated," she mutters, grabbing a pillow and sliding it under Jennie's ankle.

Jennie watches her, arms crossed. "You sure know a lot about taking care of me."

Lisa shrugs, avoiding her gaze. "Someone has to."

A beat of silence passes before Jennie sighs. "Lisa."

Lisa finally looks up. "Yeah?"

Jennie hesitates, then tugs at Lisa's sleeve, pulling her down until they're face to face. "You don't have to pretend you don't care." Her voice is softer now, a little unsure. "I know you do."

Lisa swallows hard. "You make it really hard not to."

Jennie's lips curl into a small smile. "Good." Then, without thinking too much about it, she leans in.

Lisa doesn't hesitate this time. Their lips meet in a slow, lingering kiss—gentle, but full of everything left unsaid. When they finally break apart, Lisa's hand lingers on Jennie's cheek, her thumb brushing lightly over her skin.

Jennie exhales, her forehead resting against Lisa's. "So... does this mean you're finally admitting you like me?" she teases, throwing Lisa's words back at her.

Lisa chuckles, her breath warm. "I think that was pretty obvious."

Jennie hums. "Say it anyway."

Lisa smirks. "I like you."

Jennie grins, her fingers curling into Lisa's hoodie. "Took you long enough."

Lisa rolls her eyes but pulls Jennie closer, her lips ghosting over hers once more. "Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and kiss me again."

Lisa has always been effortlessly cool—sharp smirks, confident strides, and that damn way she rolls up her sleeves like she's in a movie. But nothing—nothing—prepared me for Lisa's abs.

It's summer, the sun is high, and BLACKPINK has invited me over for a pool day. I'm expecting a relaxing afternoon: a bit of swimming, some grilled food, and Rosé attempting to teach Jisoo how to float without panicking.

What I'm not expecting is for Lisa to step out in nothing but board shorts and a sports bra, abs glistening under the sun like she was carved by the Greek Gods themselves.

My brain? Gone.

My ability to function? Deleted.

Lisa stretches, completely unaware of the internal meltdown she's causing. Her toned stomach flexes as she runs a hand through her damp hair, and I am fighting for my life.

"Hey," she grins, nudging me with a cold water bottle. "Why do you look like you just saw a ghost?"

I blink. Once. Twice. My entire existence short-circuits.

Jisoo, the traitor, notices immediately.

"Oh?" She smirks, floating lazily in the pool. "Someone's looking a little... distracted."

I glare at her, but it's pointless. The damage is done.

Lisa quirks an eyebrow. "Distracted?"

"No," I lie instantly.

"Really?" Lisa leans closer, her abs dangerously within my line of sight. "Because you've been staring at me for a while now."

Abort. ABORT.

"I—" I scramble for an excuse. "I was just... admiring the—uh—scenery."

Lisa's grin widens. "Oh yeah? What part?"

I'm so screwed.

Rosé cackles from the poolside. "Just admit it, Y/N. You're obsessed."

Lisa hums, tilting her head. "Obsessed, huh?"

"I am not obsessed," I argue, attempting to hold onto the last shreds of my dignity.

Lisa crosses her arms, making her abs pop even more, and dear lord, who gave her the right?

"Touch them," she suddenly says.

My soul leaves my body.

"Excuse me?!"

Lisa smirks. "My abs. Touch them."

I choke on air.

Jisoo and Rosé are screaming with laughter.

Jennie, who has been silently watching, finally sighs. "Lisa, stop making Y/N combust."

Lisa shrugs, still looking at me with that teasing spark in her eyes. "What? I'm just trying to help her confirm if they're real."

My face is on fire. "I—I know they're real! I don't need to—"

Lisa takes my wrist. Gently.

My breath hitches.

She places my hand on her stomach.

Her skin is warm, her muscles firm beneath my fingertips.

I swear the world tilts.

Lisa laughs, low and knowing. "Still think you're not obsessed?"

I yeet myself into the pool just to escape.

The moment my body hits the cold water, I know two things for certain.

First, I definitely just embarrassed myself in front of Lisa. Second, Lisa is never letting me live this down.

I resurface with a gasp, coughing up water as Rosé and Jisoo howl with laughter from the poolside. Jennie, ever the composed one, just shakes her head while sipping her iced tea.

Lisa, still standing at the edge of the pool, grins down at me—arms crossed, abs still ridiculously on display.

"Wow," she teases, crouching at the edge. "Didn't know my abs had that kind of power."

I glare at her, cheeks burning. "You—You did that on purpose!"

Lisa tilts her head, feigning innocence. "Did what?"

Jisoo wipes away a fake tear. "Oh my god, Y/N, I have never seen someone jump into a pool so fast."

Rosé clutches her stomach. "That was legendary."

I groan, sinking lower into the water. Maybe if I stay underwater long enough, this entire moment will cease to exist.

Lisa, of course, doesn't let that happen.

With zero warning, she dives in—barely making a splash as she slips into the water like a damn mermaid.

I panic.

"Oh no. No, no, no—"

Before I can swim away, Lisa emerges right in front of me, hair slicked back, smirk in full effect.

"So," she drawls, treading the water effortlessly. "You're still gonna deny it?"

My throat is dry. "Deny what?"

Lisa leans in, her voice low. "That you're obsessed."

I open my mouth to argue, but—

She flexes again. Underwater.

This woman is a menace. A walking thirst trap.

I scowl, crossing my arms. "I am not obsessed."

Lisa clicks her tongue. "That's cute."

Before I can question what she means, she splashes me.

"LISA!" I screech, wiping water from my face.

She's already swimming away, laughing. "If you want revenge, you'll have to catch me first."

My competitive side kicks in. "Oh, you're so done for."

And just like that, the chase is on.

Jennie sighs from the poolside, sipping her drink. "They're literally flirting in HD."

Jisoo smirks. "Yeah. This is the most entertaining thing I've seen all week."

Rosé giggles. "Think they'll confess by the end of the day?"

Jennie hums. "Eh. Give it till sunset."

I lunge after Lisa, determined to wipe that smug grin off her face. She's fast—too fast—but I'm fueled by sheer pettiness.

Lisa just laughs, flipping onto her back to float lazily. "Run? In a pool?" She smirks. "Sweetheart, you gotta catch me first."

Sweetheart?!

My brain malfunctions.

Lisa grins. "Took you long enough."

I roll my eyes, but I'm smiling too. "Shut up."

The moment Lisa's lips curve into that smug, satisfied grin, I know I've made a grave mistake.

She leans in again, eyes glinting with pure mischief. "So... does this mean you're finally admitting it?"

Lisa hums, pretending to think. "Maybe I should test something."

Before I can ask what she means, she takes my hand—again. I barely have time to process the warmth of her fingers before she guides my palm back to her stomach.

Her abs. Again.

I nearly short-circuit on the spot.

Lisa bites back a laugh. "Still not obsessed?"

My dignity dangles by a thread. "I—"

"Oh my god, just say it already!" Jisoo groans from the poolside, flailing dramatically. "Y/N, we all know. Lisa knows. The entire universe knows."

Rosé snickers, kicking at the water. "Yeah, Y/N, stop torturing yourself."

Lisa, still holding my hand, gives me an exaggerated look of patience. "I'll wait."

My soul is on fire.

Lisa is close—so, so close. The teasing lilt in her voice makes it impossible to think straight, and the way she's watching me, like she's having the time of her life, isn't helping.

But then—she does something that makes everything worse.

She presses my palm against her abs.

With pressure. Again. As if the first two times didn't already break my existence.

Like she actually wants me to feel them.

My brain? Erased.

Jennie, who has been casually observing this entire interaction like it's a live drama, finally sighs. "Lisa, stop breaking Y/N's brain."

Lisa shrugs but doesn't move away. "Not my fault she likes me so much."

I splutter. "I—THAT'S NOT—"

Lisa smirks. "So you don't?"

Oh, for the love of—

I groan, throwing my head back. "Fine! I admit it! Happy now?"

Lisa's smirk softens, turning into something... warmer.

"Very," she murmurs.

For a second, neither of us say anything.

The teasing is gone. The laughter has faded into something quieter. It's just Lisa, looking at me like I'm the only person here.

Her fingers lace with mine, still resting on her stomach. This time, she doesn't say anything snarky.

Instead, she leans in, voice just above a whisper.

"Wanna kiss me?"

When our lips meet, there's no nervous energy—just warmth, just the gentle push and pull of something that had been brewing for far too long.

Lisa's hand moves to my waist, pulling me closer, and my fingers curl into her damp hair, deepening the kiss.

The moment is perfect.

Until—

A loud splash interrupts everything.

Both of us jolt apart just in time to see Jisoo and Rosé screaming as they cannonball into the pool.

Water sprays everywhere.

Jennie, completely dry on the poolside, sighs heavily. "You two are the worst."

Jisoo grins, wiping water from her face. "Oh, sorry, were we interrupting something?"

Rosé cackles. "You two were getting way too mushy. Had to intervene."

I groan, covering my face. "I hate you all."

Lisa just laughs, wrapping an arm around my waist as she grins at our friends. "You guys are just jealous."

Jisoo scoffs. "Of what?"

Lisa shrugs. "Of the fact that I have abs and a girlfriend."

My brain short-circuits again. "G-Girlfriend?!"

Lisa looks at me, nonchalant. "Yeah? What, you thought I was kissing you for fun?"

I open my mouth. Close it. Open it again.

Rosé loses it. "Oh my god, Y/N is malfunctioning again."

Lisa squeezes my waist, grinning. "Relax. Unless... you don't wanna be my girlfriend?"

I glare at her, cheeks still burning. "You're so annoying."

Lisa leans in, whispering against my ear. "But you like me anyway."

I hate how true that is.

Jennie shakes her head, standing up with her iced tea. "This is too much for me. I need a nap."

Jisoo laughs. "Come on, let's leave them to their disgusting flirting."

Rosé smirks. "But not before we take a picture of Y/N blushing like a tomato."

I groan. "I really do hate you all."

Lisa just chuckles, pulling me closer. "Nah. You love me."

I don't answer.

But the way I squeeze her hand says enough.

Lisa grins, obviously enjoying the way my fingers stay laced with hers. "So, girlfriend," she teases, emphasizing the word like she's testing how it sounds. "Should we make it official, or do I have to flex my abs again to convince you?"

I roll my eyes, but my face is still burning. "You're impossible."

Lisa hums, pretending to think. "Hmm... That doesn't sound like a 'no.'"

Jisoo, still floating on her back in the pool, groans. "For the love of god, Y/N, just say yes so we can move on with our lives."

Jennie shakes her head. "Honestly, I'm with Jisoo on this one."

Rosé, already plotting mischief, wiggles her eyebrows. "If Y/N doesn't say yes, does that mean Lisa is still single? Because, you know, I've always had a thing for—"

"YES, OKAY!" I blurt out, shooting Rosé a glare before she can finish.

Lisa's grin turns downright radiant.

Lisa and I have been dating for two years, which is two years longer than anyone expected considering Lisa's special talent for making my brain short-circuit on a daily basis.

But nothing—and I mean nothing—prepared me for this.

Lisa thinks she has a boyfriend.

Not just any boyfriend. A cheating boyfriend.

"Y/N, I think he's seeing someone else," she says, crossing her arms dramatically. We're sitting in our apartment, eating takeout, when she drops this nuclear bomb. "I saw him yesterday. He was with another girl."

I nearly choke on my noodles. "Who? Who was with another girl?"

"My boyfriend!" Lisa groans, dragging a hand down her face. "I just never thought he would do this to me."

"Lisa," I say slowly, trying to keep my brain from melting. "You don't have a boyfriend. You have me. We've been together for two years."

Lisa blinks. "Yes, and?"

There is no 'and.' That's the entire sentence.

Before I can lose my mind, Jisoo and Rosé walk in, because of course they do. We made the mistake of giving them a spare key, and they've abused that privilege ever since. Jennie follows them, sipping coffee like she already knows I'm about to suffer.

"Guys," I say, pointing at Lisa like she's an unsolvable math problem. "Lisa thinks she has a cheating boyfriend."

Jisoo's face lights up like this is the best thing she's ever heard. "Oh, finally! I was wondering when this would happen."

"When this would happen?!"

Rosé pats my shoulder sympathetically. "It's Lisa. This was inevitable."

Jennie sighs. "Okay, let's investigate."

"NO, LET'S NOT—"

Too late. The chaos begins.

Lisa insists she has proof.

Proof A: A text conversation where Lisa accuses her boyfriend of cheating.

"Lisa, you're texting yourself." I gesture at her phone, which has only one set of messages—sent by her. "There's no one replying."

Lisa frowns. "Oh. He must be ignoring me. See? More proof!"

Proof B: A blurry photo of a man in an alley.

"Lisa," Jennie says, pinching the bridge of her nose. "This is a mannequin in a store window."

Lisa gasps. "That two-timing bastard!"

I look at Rosé. Rosé looks at me. We are both seconds away from jumping out the window.

Jisoo, for some ungodly reason, decides that the best way to fix this is to summon Lisa's 'boyfriend'.

"We'll hold a ritual," she says, already drawing a salt circle on the floor. "If he's real, he'll appear. If he's not, then Lisa will have to accept the truth."

"That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard," I say.

"You have a better idea?" Jisoo challenges.

I do not.

Ten minutes later, we're all sitting in a circle, holding hands, while Jisoo chants something that is definitely not Latin and might just be her grocery list.

Lisa suddenly gasps. "I can see him!"

We all turn. There is absolutely no one there.

Rosé whispers, "Oh my God, what if Lisa's been dating a ghost this whole time?"

Jennie, who has reached her limit, throws a pillow at her.

Lisa has always been eccentric, but this time, Jisoo and Rosé are convinced something supernatural is at play. The way Lisa keeps talking about her mysterious boyfriend—whom none of them have ever seen—is just too suspicious.

"What if she's cursed?" Rosé whispers dramatically, eyes wide.

Jisoo gasps. "You mean... like an ancient spell making her think she has a boyfriend?"

Without wasting a second, the duo springs into action. Jisoo runs to the kitchen and comes back with a fistful of salt, throwing it at Lisa like she's warding off an evil spirit.

"Ow! What the—Jisoo?!" Lisa sputters, blinking rapidly as grains of salt cling to her hair.

"Shh! It's for your own good!" Jisoo insists.

Rosé, meanwhile, brandishes a clove of garlic at Lisa like it's a holy relic. "Lisa, if you feel an uncontrollable urge to hiss or run away, just let us know."

Lisa stares at them blankly. "I love garlic bread."

Jisoo squints. "That... complicates things."

Not giving up, Rosé pulls out her phone and finds a YouTube video titled "10-Minute DIY Exorcism Tutorial." She presses play, and the dramatic voiceover fills the room: "If your loved one is possessed by an unknown entity, fear not! Simply recite this chant—"

Lisa snatches the phone out of Rosé's hands and sighs. "Guys, I'm not cursed. I just have a boyfriend."

Jisoo and Rosé exchange glances, then nod in silent agreement.

"Conclusion?" Jisoo says, arms crossed.

Rosé sighs, tucking the garlic back into her pocket. "Lisa's just like this. No curse. Just 100% Jisoo logic."

Jennie walks back in, takes one look at the scene—Lisa covered in salt, Rosé holding a garlic clove like a dagger, and Jisoo looking way too pleased with herself. "I LEFT YOU GUYS ALONE FOR FIVE MINUTES."

After hours of Lisa panicking over her "boyfriend's" betrayal, I finally snap.

"Lisa, for the last time—I'M your girlfriend!"

Lisa stares at me. "Wait."

I physically feel my soul leave my body.

"Ohhh," Lisa says, nodding. "That makes so much sense. That's why he never texts back!"

SHE WAS TEXTING HERSELF. I TOLD HER THIS.

Jennie stands up. "I'm leaving before I commit a crime."

Jisoo pats my back. "At least she remembered. That's progress."

Lisa turns to me with a dreamy smile and cups my face. "Wow, babe. You're so smart. I'm so lucky to have you."

I stare at her. I love this woman so much, but if she does this again, I will throw her into the sun.

"Lisa, you owe me an apology date."

"Okay! Can we get noodles?"

"Only if you promise not to accuse your imaginary boyfriend of cheating on you again."

Lisa grins. "I can't make promises I won't keep."

I give up.

The Next Day,

Lisa complains. "My boyfriend is cheating on me."

I wasn't snooping.

Really, I wasn't.

Lisa had asked me to grab her charger, and while digging through her bag, a folded piece of paper slipped out. I almost ignored it—until I saw my name written on the front in Lisa's unmistakable handwriting.

Now, I could have just put it back. I should have just put it back.

But curiosity is a dangerous thing.

So, I unfold the paper, expecting some random to-do list or a silly joke. Instead, my heart practically flips inside my chest at the words staring back at me.

"I'm in love with her. I think I always have been. If she ever finds out, I might actually pass out and die."

Wait. What?

My pulse roars in my ears as I scan the rest of the letter, each sentence hitting harder than the last.

"Her smile makes me forget my own name. Her laugh is my favorite sound. If she knew how much I loved her, would she run away? Or would she stay?"

Oh.

Oh.

I stare at the paper, my fingers trembling slightly. Lisa... loves me? Lisa, my best friend—the girl who steals my fries, texts me random memes at 3 AM, and looks at me like I'm the sun without even realizing it—loves me?

I don't get a chance to process it for long because Lisa's voice rings out from across the room.

"Hey, what's taking you so—" She stops mid-sentence when she sees the paper in my hands. Her eyes widen. "Oh my god."

I look up, lips twitching. "Lisa," I say, holding up the letter.

She turns pale. Then red. Then pale again. "Uh. What's that?"

I tilt my head innocently. "Oh, just a very interesting piece of writing I found." I unfold it dramatically, watching as Lisa looks ready to throw herself out the nearest window. "Didn't know you were into love letters."

Lisa lunges forward. "That's NOTHING—"

I dodge her, laughing. "Really? Because it's in your handwriting."

She groans, grabbing at her hair like she's about to combust. "It's—it's a joke! It's not serious!"

I hum, pretending to consider it. "Huh. A joke, huh?" I glance back at the letter, reading aloud with a dramatic flourish, "'If she ever finds out, I might actually pass out and die.'" I look at her teasingly. "Well, you do look like you're about to pass out."

Lisa lets out a strangled noise. "Oh my god, Y/N, give that back before I—"

Before she can finish, I step closer, holding the paper against my chest. My teasing fades into something softer, something warmer.

"Lisa," I say quietly. "Is this really about me?"

She stops moving.

For a long moment, she just stares at me, her lips parted slightly, like she's trying to come up with an escape plan. But then, finally, she exhales sharply and mutters, "...Yeah."

And just like that, my heart melts.

I take another step forward, closing the gap between us. "Good," I say, smiling, "because I would never run away."

Lisa blinks. "Wait—"

Before she can overthink it, I reach up and cup her face, my thumb brushing against her cheek. She's so soft, so warm, and I swear I can feel her heart racing beneath my fingertips.

Then, before she can stop me, I lean in and press the softest, most lingering kiss to the corner of her lips.

Lisa freezes.

I swear I hear her breath hitch, her entire body going rigid like a statue. When I pull back, she's just staring at me—wide-eyed, completely and utterly shook.

"Wait—" she breathes, blinking rapidly. "Did you just—"

I grin, reaching up to flick her forehead. "I love you too, idiot."

Lisa's jaw drops.

"You—what?" she sputters.

I laugh, wrapping my arms around her neck and pulling her into a hug. She's stiff for exactly two seconds before she melts into me, her arms looping around my waist, her face burying in my shoulder.

I can feel her smile against my skin.

"...You do?" she whispers, voice small.

I pull back just enough to see her face, pressing my forehead against hers. "I do."

Lisa makes a sound between a relieved sigh and an excited squeak before she suddenly lifts me off the ground, spinning me in a circle. I yelp, laughing as she practically radiates happiness, holding me like I'm the most precious thing in the world.

When she finally sets me down, she's grinning so wide it's ridiculous.

"Okay, but just to be clear," she says, breathless, "you really love me back? This isn't, like, a prank to get revenge for all the times I stole your food?"

I roll my eyes, leaning up to kiss her properly this time, soft and slow and full of unspoken words.

When I pull back, she's dazed.

I smirk. "Does that answer your question?"

Lisa, still looking like she's on cloud nine, nods rapidly. "Yeah. Yeah, that definitely answers my question."

The clock strikes midnight as I creep through the dimly lit hallways of our shared apartment, careful not to make a sound. My mission? Steal Lisa’s last slice of cake.

It’s not just any cake. It’s strawberry shortcake, and Lisa has been hyping it up all day like it’s some sacred treasure. But in my defense, she had the last piece of my chocolate cake yesterday, so really, this is just revenge.

I tiptoe into the kitchen, barely breathing as I open the fridge. The cold air brushes against my face as I spot my target—perched on a plate with a sticky note that reads in bold, capital letters:

“LISA’S. TOUCH AND SUFFER.”

I smirk. Oh, it’s on.

I carefully lift the plate and grab a fork, about to take my first victorious bite when—

“What do you think you’re doing?”

I freeze.

Lisa’s voice is low, amused, and dangerously close. I whip around to find her leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised in a knowing smirk.

I swallow. “Uh…midnight snack?”

She stalks closer, eyes locked onto mine like a predator. “That’s my snack.”

I clutch the plate to my chest. “Possession is nine-tenths of the law.”

Lisa snorts, then lunges.

“AH—”

I sprint around the kitchen island, giggling like a maniac as she chases me. Her sock-clad feet slide across the floor as she tries to corner me. I dodge left, then right, but she’s fast—and before I know it, she tackles me onto the couch.

We land in a heap, me flat on my back with Lisa straddling my waist. Her hands pin my wrists down, her face hovering inches above mine. My heart races.

“Gotcha,” she murmurs, breath warm against my lips.

I blink up at her, suddenly hyperaware of how close we are. Her eyes flicker to my mouth, and for a second, I forget about the cake entirely.

Lisa notices.

A slow, mischievous grin spreads across her lips. “You’re blushing.”

“I am not,” I protest, but my voice is weak, betraying me.

She leans in, and I swear my brain short-circuits.

“You were so confident a second ago,” she teases, brushing her nose against mine. “What happened?”

I squeak.

Lisa laughs, finally releasing my wrists—but before I can escape, she grabs the fork from my hand and takes the biggest bite of cake.

My jaw drops.

“YOU—”

Lisa licks her lips slowly, savoring it. “Mmm. Tastes like victory.”

I groan, flopping back against the couch dramatically. “I hate you.”

She leans down again, pressing a quick, sweet kiss to my cheek. “No, you don’t.”

And just like that, I’m done for.

Lisa doesn’t move from her position above me, and I don’t exactly mind. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever been more aware of the fact that Lisa is ridiculously pretty, and that her stupid, teasing smirk is doing things to me.

“You still mad about the cake?” she asks, tilting her head slightly.

“Yes,” I huff, crossing my arms.

She grins. “What if I make it up to you?”

I raise an eyebrow. “How?”

Lisa doesn’t answer right away. Instead, she dips her head lower, her lips brushing softly against my jawline before trailing to the corner of my mouth. I freeze, my breath catching in my throat.

“Is this working?” she whispers.

My brain short-circuits. “M-maybe.”

She chuckles, the sound low and dangerous. “Maybe?”

Before I can form a coherent response, Lisa finally closes the distance, pressing her lips against mine in a slow, teasing kiss. It’s gentle at first, a soft press of warmth, before she tilts her head and deepens it. Her hands slide down my arms, fingers intertwining with mine as she melts against me.

I feel dizzy—not just from the lack of oxygen, but from how ridiculously good she is at this.

When we finally pull away, I’m breathless. Lisa, however, looks very pleased with herself.

“Well?” she murmurs.

I pretend to think about it. “I guess that makes up for half the cake.”

Lisa gapes. “Half?!”

I bite my lip to keep from laughing. “Maybe another kiss will cover the other half.”

Lisa doesn’t hesitate. She dives back in, kissing me again—this time deeper, more urgent, like she’s trying to prove a point. Her hands slide around my waist, pulling me closer as I thread my fingers through her hair. I can’t help but smile against her lips.

Eventually, we break apart again, both of us slightly breathless. Lisa’s forehead rests against mine as she grins. “Now?”

I sigh dramatically. “Fine. Debt paid.”

She pumps a fist in the air. “Yes! The cake and kisses. I win.”

I roll my eyes, shoving her playfully. “You’re impossible.”

Lisa laughs, grabbing my hands before I can escape. “Admit it. You like it.”

I do. I really, really do.

It started with darkness.

Not normal nighttime darkness, but a complete and utter void. No moonlight. No stars. Just an eerie, all-consuming blackness that felt wrong.

TWICE and BLACKPINK had gathered outside their dorm, staring up at the empty sky in stunned silence.

"Uh... where’s the moon?" Tzuyu finally asked, breaking the tension.

"Gone," Jihyo whispered, her voice hollow. "It’s just… gone."

"Maybe it went on vacation?" Chaeyoung joked nervously.

But the ground beneath them was already rumbling.

"Okay, who did it?" Jeongyeon demanded, arms crossed.

"How do you ‘do’ a moon disappearance?" Sana asked, confused.

Dahyun, who had been squinting at something on the ground, suddenly gasped. "GUYS. Footprints!"

They all turned to see a trail of suspiciously wobbly footprints leading from the dorm to the middle of the yard. And there, in the center, stood Momo.

Barefoot.

Sleepy.

Rubbing her stomach.

"Momo…" Jihyo began carefully. "What did you do?"

Momo blinked. Then yawned. Then blinked again. "Huh?"

"THE MOON, MOMO. WHERE IS IT?!"

Momo frowned, deep in thought. Then her eyes widened.

"Oh."

A long silence.

"Oh?" Jeongyeon repeated dangerously. "What do you mean, ‘Oh’?!"

Momo hesitated before mumbling, "I think... I ate it."

Lisa, standing beside Y/N, whispered, "You know, if you ate the moon, I’d still love you."

Y/N, completely serious, nodded. "I’d eat the sun for you."

Lisa sighed dreamily. "That’s so weird. I love you."

Nayeon screamed.

The world was already falling apart. Gravity was acting drunk. Birds were flying upside-down. Buildings were slightly tilting. The tides were going feral. Entire oceans were having temper tantrums. Worst of all? Permanent daylight. And Sana could not live without her beauty sleep.

"Okay," Jihyo exhaled, rubbing her temples. "We need to fix this. Immediately."

"Let’s just build a new moon," Lisa suggested, wrapping an arm around Y/N. "You know, like how we build up each other’s confidence before stage performances."

Y/N grinned. "Flattery won’t save us from cosmic doom, babe."

"But it might make our last moments sweeter?"

"You can’t just BUILD a moon!" Jeongyeon snapped.

"Oh, but we can LAUNCH a giant wheel of cheese into orbit?" Jisoo pointed at Rosé, who was holding an absurd amount of gouda.

"The moon is made of cheese!" Rosé argued. "This is science!"

They tried. It failed. The cheese plummeted back to Earth, obliterating a KFC. Jisoo had to be restrained from sobbing.

Then came the worst part.

Reality shuddered. A crack split the sky open like shattered glass. And from the abyss emerged...

The Moon God.

A 700-foot-tall celestial rabbit made of shimmering silver light, eyes burning with rage.

"WHO DARES DEVOUR ME?" it boomed, its voice shaking the heavens.

Everyone pointed at Momo.

Momo pointed at herself. "Oh. Yeah. My bad."

Jennie squealed, “Hubby look, a bunny.”

Rosé said, “Yeah, no shit sherlock.”

Jennie flaunted her puppy eyes,” Can I get him?”

Rosé grabbed The Moon God as if he weighed like nothing and put him in front of Jennie.

Jennie hugged him. “It’s so fluffy, I’m gonna die.”

Rosé showed off her signature smirk. “Anything for my wifey.”

Lisa grabbed Y/N’s hand. "I hope you know I’d fight a god for you."

Y/N smirked. "Lucky for you, we might actually have to."

Jisoo groaned. ”Am I the only same person here?!”

The Moon God descended. "YOU SHALL PAY."

"Wait!" Y/N stepped forward, desperate. "We can fix this! What if... we give you a new moon?"

The Moon God’s cosmic eyes narrowed. "Prove it."

They scrambled. Lisa floated in the sky, trying to be the moon. It worked for five minutes, but she got bored. Chaeyoung and Mina glued glow-in-the-dark stickers they got to light up their love on a boulder. It got rejected by the universe.

Tzuyu tried using science. Reality ignored her.

Nothing worked.

The Moon God sighed. "You leave me no choice. Prepare for celestial war."

Jihyo groaned. "Of COURSE this had to end in a fight."

Lisa grabbed Y/N’s hand. "If the world ends, I just want you to know—I’d still love you in the next life. And the one after that. And—"

"Lisa, we might not have a next life if the moon eats us."

"Wait!" Momo stepped forward. "What if we settle this with a food challenge instead?"

The Moon God paused. "A food challenge?"

"Yeah! If I win, you bring the moon back. If you win... you can erase me."

Gasps all around.

The Moon God considered. Then grinned. "Very well. A cosmic eating contest it is."

The battle was legendary. The Moon God devoured asteroids like cereal. Momo inhaled a whole galaxy. The Moon God bit into a star. Momo ate the concept of hunger itself.

Reality glitched.

And then—

The Moon God dropped its spoon. "I... I concede."

With a celestial sigh, the Moon reappeared, glowing brightly. The universe reset.

They had won.

Everything was normal again.

Until...

Momo looked at the sky and whispered, "That sun looks kinda tasty too."

Y/N wakes up with a jolt, heart pounding. Today’s the day.

Lisa’s birthday. The day Y/N has been overthinking, strategizing, and mentally spiraling over for weeks. The day she’s finally going to confess.

She jumps out of bed, nearly tripping over her own feet in excitement. She’s ready. Dressed to impress. Speech rehearsed in the mirror (a hundred times, to be exact). Nothing can go wrong. Nothing.

—

Everything goes wrong.

The universe personally ensures Y/N fails at every turn.

She tries to get Lisa alone? Jisoo drags Lisa away to show her some weird video of a cat breakdancing.

She tries to write Lisa a heartfelt note? Rosé accidentally spills soda on it before she can give it to her.

She tries to just say it? Her brain blue-screens, and she ends up talking about the economic impact of corn production.

By the time night falls, Y/N is utterly defeated. She flops onto her bed, burying her face in her pillow. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she’ll confess.

—

She wakes up.

Sunlight filters through her window. Birds chirp outside. Her phone buzzes with a notification.

Jisoo: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LISA!!!

Y/N stares at the screen. Blinks. Pauses.

No. That’s… wrong. Lisa’s birthday was yesterday.

She checks the date. It’s the same.

Y/N slowly sits up.

“…What the fu—”

Y/N goes through the day in a dazed haze. It’s the exact same. Same events. Same people. Same obstacles.

Jisoo still hijacks Lisa. Rosé still spills the drink. Y/N still chokes on her words like a malfunctioning robot.

By nightfall, she is pacing her room.

“This is fine. This is—this is FINE.”

It is not fine. It is a horrific paradox of doom.

She goes to bed.

—

She wakes up.

Jisoo: HAPPY BIRTHDAY LISA!!!

“…Oh, hell no.”

Y/N goes all out. She rents an empty field, fills it with thousands of roses, and sets up a dramatic “I LOVE YOU, LISA” sign made of candles. There’s even a violinist in the background for maximum effect.

Lisa arrives. She gasps. “Wow… Y/N, this is—”

Before she can finish, Jisoo appears out of nowhere, holding a flamethrower.

“I THOUGHT YOU SAID ‘MAKE IT MEMORABLE’!” she shouts.

Y/N’s eyes widen in horror. “NO, I SAID ‘MAKE IT ROMANTIC’—”

WHOOSH.

The roses? Incinerated. The candles? Melted into a pool of doom. The violinist? Screaming and running for their life, throwing their violin like it’s cursed.

Lisa stands there, watching her romantic confession literally go up in flames. The flames reflect in her wide eyes, and for a moment, Y/N wonders if she’s going to cry or laugh.

Then the fire alarms go off. Sprinklers engage. Everyone is drenched. The violinist is now sobbing in a puddle. Jisoo, somehow still holding the flamethrower, looks weirdly proud.

Lisa turns to Y/N, blinking through the water dripping down her face.

“This was… definitely memorable.”

Loop reset.

—

Y/N decides to keep things simple. Just her and Lisa on the rooftop, under the stars.

“Lisa,” she says, voice full of emotion. “There’s something I need to tell you.”

Lisa smiles. “What is it?”

Before Y/N can speak, the rooftop door slams open.

“LISA.”

Y/N whips around to see Rosé standing there in a hooded cloak, holding a candle. Behind her? A group of people in matching cloaks, humming in Latin.

Lisa blinks. “Uh… Rosé?”

Rosé nods solemnly. “It is time.”

Lisa frowns. “Time for what?”

Rosé doesn’t answer. She simply hands Lisa a live squirrel.

Loop reset.

—

Y/N decides to cut the theatrics. No fire. No squirrels. No drama. Just a simple confession.

She finds Lisa in the hallway, takes a deep breath, and walks up to her.

“Lisa,” she says. “I like you.”

Lisa blinks. “You… what?”

Y/N smiles. “I like—”

Before she can finish, a ceiling tile collapses, knocking her out instantly.

Loop reset.

—

Y/N wakes up in her bed, staring at the calendar. Lisa’s birthday. Again.

She lets out a scream into her pillow.

Y/N bakes a cake. It’s simple, classic, and safe. She even writes “Happy Birthday, Lisa! I Like You” in pink icing.

She walks into the room, holding the cake. Lisa looks up, smiling.

Y/N excitedly says, “Lisa, I made—”

Jennie trips. She grabs Jisoo for balance. Jisoo panics and accidentally karate kicks the cake out of Y/N’s hands.

Time slows.

Lisa, Y/N, Jisoo, and Jennie watch the cake fly through the air in tragic, cinematic slow motion.

It lands.

Face-first on Lisa.

—

Y/N has tried everything. At this point, she’s done. Completely unhinged.

She wakes up in the loop, stares at the ceiling, and mutters. "Fine. You win. Just kill me."

But the loop doesn’t reset.

For the first time, nothing goes wrong. No fire. No pigeons exploding. No demonic guitars.

Y/N slowly sits up. Could it be?

She stumbles out of bed, finds Lisa, and without thinking, grabs her shoulders.

“Lisa,” Y/N says, eyes wild. “I need to tell you something, and if the universe doesn’t want me to, I’m going to start throwing hands with God.”

Lisa blinks. “…Okay?”

Y/N sucks in a deep breath. “I like you. I’ve liked you for forever. And if this stupid time loop resets again, I swear I will—”

Lisa kisses her.

The world stops.

Y/N freezes. No alarms blare. No chaos erupts. No loop reset.

Lisa pulls away slightly, smirking. “You could’ve just said that the first time, you know.”

Y/N stares at her. Then, quietly mumbles, “…I’m going to throw hands with God anyway.”

Y/N blinks. The world isn’t resetting. Holy sh— it actually worked.

She slowly turns her head, scanning the room for any sign of impending doom. No meteors. No spontaneous combustions. No cult rituals.

Lisa is still standing in front of her, looking smug as hell. “You okay?” she teases.

Y/N, still processing, mutters, “I don’t trust this.”

Lisa raises an eyebrow. “You literally just confessed.”

“That’s exactly why I don’t trust this,” Y/N deadpans. “Every other time I tried, the universe personally came down to punch me in the face.”

Lisa laughs. “Well, you’re safe now.”

Y/N narrows her eyes. “You don’t know that.”

Lisa rolls her eyes and kisses her again. And for the first time in who-knows-how-many loops, Y/N finally relaxes. Maybe… maybe it’s over.

Maybe she can finally enjoy this moment.

…Until Jisoo kicks down the door.

“GUYS,” Jisoo yells, holding a flamethrower. “WHY IS THERE A PORTAL TO HELL IN THE KITCHEN?!”

Loop reset.

Y/N screams.

—

Y/N wakes up. Again.

She grabs the nearest lamp and hurls it at the wall.

"ARE YOU SERIOUS?!" she screams at the sky. "I DID EVERYTHING RIGHT! SHE KISSED ME! WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!"

The ceiling light flickers ominously, as if God Himself is laughing.

Y/N groans, drags herself out of bed, and marches straight to Lisa. No pigeons. No cakes. No nonsense.

Lisa, once again oblivious to Y/N’s suffering, looks up as Y/N storms in. “Hey—”

“I LIKE YOU,” Y/N shouts. “I’VE LIKED YOU FOR A LONG TIME. YOU KISSED ME YESTERDAY, BUT APPARENTLY, THAT WASN’T GOOD ENOUGH FOR THE COSMIC CLOWN SHOW THAT IS MY LIFE. SO I’M SAYING IT AGAIN. I. LIKE. YOU.”

Lisa blinks. Then she grins. “Took you long enough.”

“…Excuse me?”

Lisa shrugs. “You’ve been weirdly desperate lately. I had a feeling you were stuck in some kind of time loop.”

Y/N’s soul leaves her body.

Silence.

Pure. Deafening. Silence.

And then, in a voice so quiet it could shatter glass—

“…I'm going to commit crimes."

Lisa laughs and pulls Y/N into a kiss.

The loop doesn’t reset.

For the first time in forever, Y/N doesn’t wake up in her bed. Instead, she finds herself exactly where she wants to be—in Lisa’s arms.

“…Wait,” Y/N mumbles against Lisa’s lips. “If this is real, does that mean Jisoo still has a flamethrower in the kitchen?”

From the distance—

"GUYS, THE PORTAL TO HELL IS GETTING BIGGER."

Y/N sighs. At least she’s not looping anymore.

Y/N slumps against Lisa, sighing in relief. Finally. Finally. No resets. No waking up to the same cursed birthday. No more supernatural clownery ruining her confession.

Lisa strokes her hair. “You okay?”

“I’d be better if Jisoo wasn’t summoning Satan in our kitchen,” Y/N mutters.

Lisa grins. “Want me to check?”

“No,” Y/N groans. “If I move, I might wake up in the loop again.”

Lisa laughs and kisses her forehead. “I promise you won’t. We’re free.”

That’s when Rosé sprints past them, screaming.

“WHY IS THE FRIDGE FLOATING?!”

Jisoo follows closely behind, still holding the flamethrower. “OKAY, SO BAD NEWS—”

The lights flicker. The air crackles. A deep, guttural voice rumbles from the kitchen.

“WHO DARES DISTURB MY SLUMBER?”

Y/N slowly turns to Lisa.

“…Is this better or worse than the time loop?”

Lisa, grinning like a maniac, pulls Y/N in for another kiss.

“Depends. Do you think we can make out before the house gets sucked into Hell?”

Jisoo yells, “NOT THE TIME, GUYS!” as an eldritch abomination bursts through the fridge.

—

The kitchen is a warzone.

Jisoo is flamethrowering a tentacled fridge demon while Rosé is dual-wielding frying pans, screaming in terror. The house shakes as reality itself glitches.

And Y/N?

She’s sitting on the counter, eating cake while Lisa leans against the wall, smirking.

“See,” Lisa says, “You’re finally relaxed.”

Y/N glares at her, mouth full of cake. “I am NOT relaxed.”

Lisa leans closer, trailing a finger along Y/N’s jaw. “You’re literally eating cake while Jisoo fights a fridge demon. That’s peak relaxation.”

“I’m coping.”

Lisa chuckles and steals a bite of Y/N’s cake.

Y/N narrows her eyes. “You’re way too chill about this.”

Lisa shrugs. “It’s your fault. You broke the time loop, but apparently, our universe runs on cursed energy. So now, instead of being stuck in one day, we’re stuck in a never-ending paranormal sitcom.”

Y/N groans. “Are you telling me the time loop was the least of our problems?”

The walls start bleeding.

Jisoo, still wielding the flamethrower, yells, “IF ONE OF YOU DOESN’T HELP, I’M FEEDING YOU TO THE FRIDGE.”

Lisa grabs Y/N’s hand. “Wanna go on a date?”

“…Now?!”

Lisa winks. “Time loop’s over. We have all the time in the world.”

A screeching demon lunges.

Lisa roundhouse kicks it into oblivion.

Y/N stares. Then sighs. Screw it.

“Fine. But we’re getting pizza first.”

Lisa grins, pulling Y/N into a run.

Behind them, Rosé screams, “YOU CAN’T JUST LEAVE DURING AN EXORCISM!”

But they do. Because honestly? After everything?

A normal date during the apocalypse sounds just right.

—

Y/N and Lisa sit on the roof of a half-collapsed diner, eating pizza while watching the city burn in the distance.

Giant tentacles rip through the skyline. Reality warps and glitches. A massive, glowing eye floats above the horizon, watching—judging.

And yet, Y/N feels… oddly at peace.

Lisa nudges her. “So. Worth it?”

Y/N side-eyes her. “You mean the reality-breaking, time-looping, demon-summoning disaster that led us here?”

Lisa grins. “Yeah.”

Y/N considers this. The endless humiliation. The faceplants, the exploding pigeons, the actual hell portals.

And yet—she got Lisa in the end.

So, with a sigh, Y/N leans against Lisa’s shoulder and takes another bite of pizza. “Weirdly enough? Yeah. Worth it.”

Lisa hums, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s waist. “Told you.”

Somewhere below, Jisoo yells, “I SWEAR TO GOD, STOP MAKING OUT AND HELP ME!”

Rosé adds, “THE SKY JUST SCREAMED. THAT’S BAD, RIGHT?!”

Lisa and Y/N exchange a look.

Y/N sighs. “We should probably help them.”

Lisa smirks. “Or… we could finish our pizza first.”

Another horrific shriek shakes the sky.

Y/N, completely dead inside, nods. “Yeah, let’s finish the pizza first.”

And so, as the world crumbles around them, Lisa and Y/N share a peaceful, romantic meal.

Because love is eternal.

Rosé sighs. "I don't know how to explain it, but why would your father suddenly appear after all this time and demand you marry a stranger? And not just any stranger, but a mafia boss?"

Rosé's right. None of this makes sense. My father, who barely ever showed up in my life unless he needed something, suddenly dragging me into this mess with Lisa? And a mafia boss, of all people?

--

Lisa immediately pulls me under the blanket again.

"Just until the fever breaks," I mutter.

"Sure, Jen. Whatever you say," she whispers, her voice barely audible as she drifts off again.

And despite myself, I stay.

When I stir awake sometime later, the room is dim, and Lisa's arm is still draped over me, holding me in place. I blink groggily, realizing I hadn't meant to fall asleep here.

Lisa shifts slightly beside me but doesn't wake. Her breathing is soft, and her fever seems to have broken, but she still clings to me like I'm some kind of lifeline.

I sigh quietly, rubbing my eyes. "Just this once," I remind myself again.

--

I stir awake, feeling something wet and warm against my stomach. Still half-asleep, I absentmindedly stroke the soft head. "Good puppy," I mumble.

Wait. Puppy?

My eyes snap open, and there she is-Lisa, grinning mischievously, her chin resting on me.

"Of course," I mutter, glaring at her.

Lisa winks. "Morning."

I groan. "Do you ever act normal?"

"Where's the fun in that?" she teases, propping herself up on her elbows.

--

As I murmur against her lips, "This doesn't change anything," Lisa pauses for a moment, her breath warm against my skin. She hums in response, the sound vibrating through our connected bodies.

The heat radiating from her body feels intoxicating, and I relish it, but I remind myself that love isn't on the table right now.

"Just… this once," I say, punctuating my words with a gentle press of my lips against hers once more.

"Yeah, just this once," she replies, a hint of mischief creeping back into her voice.

---

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Final Chapter

She cups my face, tilting my head so I'm looking directly at her, her eyes filled with a fierce protectiveness. "No one can hurt you now, Jennie. Not him, not anyone. I won't let them."

I sigh, rubbing my arms as I slowly pull away from her warmth, feeling the fear creeping back in as soon as I'm not wrapped in her embrace. "I... I can't close my eyes," I admit, voice barely above a whisper. The darkness feels like it's waiting, ready to drag me back to that nightmare. I get up, forcing a weak smile. "I don't need to sleep. I'm fine, really. I'm not tired."

Lisa watches me for a moment, her eyes soft but unwavering. Then she gives a small, playful smile. "But darling," she says, voice dropping to a gentle murmur as she reaches out, "I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again."

I narrow my eyes slightly, a hint of amusement breaking through my worry. "Are you... are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?"

She smirks, cocking an eyebrow. "Is it working?"

For a moment, the fear fades, replaced by a warm, familiar comfort. Her words, playful yet sincere, break down my resistance, and I can't help but feel a little safer. Slowly, I move back towards her, allowing her to pull me close again, her arms wrapping around me like a promise.

"Alright," I murmur, settling my head against her shoulder. "But if I wake up in a panic again..."

"I'll be right here," she whispers, brushing her fingers soothingly through my hair. "Every time."

The morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. I blink, my eyes adjusting as I take in the peaceful quiet. Lisa's arm is still draped protectively over me, her breathing steady and calm beside me. For a moment, I just lie there, taking in the safety of this moment—the calm after everything we've been through.

As I start to move, Lisa stirs slightly, her arm tightening around me instinctively. Her eyes open slowly, and when she sees me awake, a gentle smile touches her lips. "Morning," she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep.

"Morning," I whisper back, feeling a strange warmth rise in my chest. For once, the nightmares feel like they're miles away, the weight of the past night easing just a little in the quiet glow of the new day.

Lisa's hand strokes my arm gently as we lie there in comfortable silence, the weight of everything that happened finally starting to ease. She shifts a little, and her gaze turns thoughtful as a slight smile tugs at her lips. "You know," she says, fingers tracing gentle patterns along my arm, "we never really had a proper honeymoon."

I blink, looking up at her in surprise. "A honeymoon?"

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As we sit in the quiet of the plane, the hum of the engine our only company, Lisa reaches out, her hand gently cradling my cheek. Her thumb strokes my skin softly, and her eyes hold an intensity that makes my heart race.

She leans closer, her gaze fixed on mine, as if searching for something deeper. "You know," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper, "I never thought I'd get to do this—with you. To leave it all behind and start something real."

I feel the warmth of her hand seep into me, grounding me. I swallow, my breath hitching as her face draws nearer. "It feels surreal," I reply, my voice soft, as I lose myself in her steady gaze. "Being here, with you. It feels... safe."

Her lips curve into a small smile, and then, without another word, she closes the distance between us, her lips brushing mine in a kiss that's gentle yet charged.

Lisa's hand slides to the back of my neck, pulling me closer as her lips press more firmly against mine. The kiss deepens, her touch igniting a warmth that spreads through me, making the world around us fade away. I feel her other hand gently trace down my arm, grounding me in the intensity of the moment.

Every soft brush of her lips, every tender tilt of her head, speaks of a longing and care I've never felt before. She kisses me as if savoring every second, as if we have all the time in the world to explore what's blossoming between us. I wrap my arms around her, melting into her embrace.

I shift slightly, angling myself to face her more fully, and Lisa's hands slide down to my waist, pulling me into her lap. She adjusts, her hands steadying me as I settle, my arms wrapping around her neck. She leans back slightly, her fingers tracing small circles on my back, while I rest my hands on her shoulders, holding her close.

Her hands travel up my spine, pausing briefly before one moves to cradle the back of my neck. I feel her thumb gently brush against my jawline as she tilts my head up just slightly, maintaining the connection. She doesn't rush, keeping her movements deliberate and steady. I follow her lead, mirroring her pace, one of my hands slipping to her cheek, keeping us close.

After a moment, she finally pulls back, her forehead resting gently against mine as we catch our breath, our hands still holding each other close.

Lisa's hands remain on my waist as she shifts, helping me settle beside her again. She adjusts my seatbelt, making sure it's secure, before resting her hand over mine, lacing our fingers together. I lean my head on her shoulder, feeling her thumb gently stroke my hand in slow, steady motions.

She tilts her head slightly, her cheek brushing against my hair. We stay like this, quiet and still, the hum of the plane the only sound around us.

As I drift off, Lisa carefully adjusts a small blanket over both of us, making sure I'm comfortable. Her arm wraps protectively around my shoulders, pulling me a little closer. I stir slightly but settle into her warmth, feeling safe with her beside me.

After a while, I wake up to the gentle sound of her voice as she asks the flight attendant for some water. She takes a sip, then offers me the glass, brushing her fingers over mine as I accept it. I drink slowly, and when I finish, she sets the glass aside, her gaze soft and attentive as she watches me.

The car drives smoothly along a coastal road, with the ocean stretching out on one side, the sun dipping lower on the horizon, casting an orange glow over the landscape. I watch the scenery pass by, still processing everything, when Lisa suddenly breaks the silence.

"We're almost there," she says, her voice calm but with a hint of excitement. "I thought this would be the perfect place for us to just... breathe, you know?"

I nod, my eyes scanning the surroundings, feeling the tension from the past few days start to ease just a little. The car turns down a small, private driveway, lined with palm trees that seem to sway in the warm breeze. We pull up to a secluded villa, modern and elegant, with large glass windows that offer a perfect view of the ocean.

Lisa opens the door for me and takes my hand as we step out. "Let's get inside," she says, guiding me toward the villa.

We walk in, and I'm immediately struck by how peaceful it is—quiet, calm, the sounds of the waves crashing gently in the distance. Lisa walks me through the house, showing me the spacious living area, the large kitchen, and finally, the bedroom. It's everything I could've asked for—simple, serene, a far cry from the chaos we left behind.

Lisa turns to face me, a gentle look in her eyes. "I think we deserve this," she says softly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

Lisa's hand brushes against mine, and she guides me to the lounge area where the soft, comfortable cushions beckon. She sits down first, pulling me gently into her lap. I hesitate for a moment but then relax, letting her hold me close. She's careful, tender, as if she's trying to soothe the lingering tension I can't shake off.

She tilts my chin up so I'm looking at her. "You're safe here," she repeats, her eyes unwavering. "I won't let anything hurt you again."

I nod quietly, my heart still racing from everything that's happened, but her presence is grounding. I feel her thumb gently tracing circles on my wrist, a calming motion, as her other hand rests on my back.

Then, without saying anything more, she leans in and kisses me again. It's slow this time, more deliberate. The kind of kiss that doesn't rush but deepens with the weight of everything unsaid between us.

Her hands move to the sides of my face, cupping it with care as she kisses me more firmly, pressing me closer.

After a moment, she pulls back slightly, resting her forehead against mine. Her breathing is steady, and I can feel the rhythm of it sync with mine.

"You still with me?" she asks quietly.

I let out a breath, nodding. "Yeah. I'm here."

Lisa leans in and presses her lips against mine. I tilt my head back as her hand moves to the back of my neck, holding me in place. She deepens the kiss, her fingers threading through my hair.

I respond by lifting my hand to rest on her shoulder. Her other hand moves to my waist, pulling me closer as she deepens the kiss further.

She shifts, moving one hand to cup the back of my neck as she leans in again, pressing her lips to mine with a firm intensity. Her other hand trails down my arm, fingers intertwining with mine.

I tighten my grip, anchoring myself against her as she draws me in closer. I move my free hand to her shoulder, pulling her toward me until there's no space left between us.

She presses me back into the seat, her hands sliding along my sides, fingers gripping firmly as her lips move more urgently against mine. Her hand trails down to my thigh, squeezing as she leans closer, deepening the kiss.

I feel her breath warm on my skin as she moves down to my neck, lips tracing a path that leaves a lingering heat.

My hands find their way to her waist, pulling her in as I tilt my head back, giving her more access. She smirks, sensing my reaction, and moves even closer, letting her lips and touch ignite every inch of space between us.

Her hands trail up, fingertips grazing along my collarbone before she slowly slides one hand behind my neck, pulling me in closer.

She leans into me, her lips pressing harder against mine, sending a surge of warmth through me. Her other hand slips down my waist, gripping my hip firmly as she presses herself against me, her breath brushing softly along my skin. I feel her lips trace along my jawline, then back to my mouth.

I pull away, my breath shaky, but Lisa doesn't release me. Her arms remain wrapped around me, steady and secure, as if she's holding my entire world together.

She leans forward, her lips pressing against my forehead with a softness that makes my heart ache. Her kiss lingers, slow and tender, like she's pouring every unspoken word into that single gesture.

I pull away, my breath shaky, but Lisa doesn't release me. Her arms remain wrapped around me, steady and secure, as if she's holding my entire world together. She leans forward, her lips pressing against my forehead with a softness that makes my heart ache. Her kiss lingers, slow and tender, like she's pouring every unspoken word into that single gesture.

We settle into a rhythm over the next few days, doing nothing much but enjoying the peace around us.

We spend our mornings lounging on the couch, watching movies. Lisa insists on picking the cheesiest ones just to make me roll my eyes, though I catch her smiling when she thinks I'm not looking.

Afternoons are for walking hand-in-hand along the quiet streets, the warm breeze tugging at our hair. Sometimes we stop to admire the view, other times we wander aimlessly, simply enjoying the silence between us.

We tour around the area, discovering little cafes and hidden spots that feel like our own secret world. Lisa's laughter echoes in my ears as she teases me for ordering the same thing every time, while I mock her adventurous choices.

And then there are the moments in between—when words aren't necessary. Like when we're tangled up on the couch or in bed, her lips on mine, our breaths mingling.

We kiss slowly, passionately, like the rest of the world doesn't exist. It feels like we're rediscovering each other with every touch, every stolen moment.

We fall into an easy routine, spending our days lounging, exploring, and, well, a lot of time in bed.

It starts casually—maybe we're watching a movie, and her hand finds its way to my thigh. Or we're walking back from dinner, and she pulls me into a dark corner with that mischievous smirk of hers.

Sometimes it's slow, taking our time, like we have all the time in the world. Other times, it's rushed, desperate, like we can't get close enough fast enough.

It doesn't matter where we are—the bed, the couch, the shower—we seem to find a way to end up tangled together. Her teasing makes me roll my eyes, but it always leads to something more. We laugh, we kiss, and we lose ourselves in each other.

It's never awkward, never forced. Just... us, letting go of everything else and getting completely lost in the moment.

Lisa had gone out to grab some sanitary pads for me since I got my period today. It's been about ten minutes, and she still isn't back. I check the time on my phone, biting my lip nervously. She should've been here by now.

I pace back and forth in the living room, glancing at the door every few seconds. The sound of footsteps outside makes my heart leap, and the door finally creaks open.

Lisa steps inside, holding a small paper bag. Relief washes over me, and I hurry toward her, smiling. "Finally, you're here. What took you so long?"

She smiles faintly, brushing her hair back as she walks further into the room. "Long queue," she says casually, handing me the bag.

I let out a light laugh, leaning up to kiss her. "Well, you're here now," I say softly, pecking her lips again.

Suddenly, a deafening gunshot rings out, splitting the air. I freeze. The sound reverberates through my body, and time seems to slow down.

I look at Lisa. She stands there, her body swaying slightly, her eyes wide with shock. My gaze drops to her forehead, where blood begins to trickle from a small hole.

"Lisa?" I whisper, my voice trembling.

She doesn't respond. Instead, her legs give out, and she collapses to the floor with a sickening thud.

"No!" I scream, rushing to her side. My hands shake violently as I cradle her head, pressing against her wound as if I can stop the bleeding. "Lisa! Wake up, please!"

I can barely breathe, tears streaming down my face as I shake her limp body. Her eyes are open but lifeless.

"Lisa! No, no, no! Don't do this to me!" I cry out, my voice breaking.

Suddenly, I hear the sound of footsteps again. I turn my head sharply, and standing in the doorway is Pranpriya.

She's wearing the exact same clothes as Lisa.

My grief twists into pure rage. "What the fuck, Pranpriya?!" I shout, my voice hoarse.

She steps closer, her expression calm yet piercing. "Jennie, stop," she says firmly. "It's me—Lisa."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. I stare at her, my mind spinning. "What are you talking about? Lisa's right here!" I snap, pointing to the lifeless body in my arms.

She raises her hands slowly, pulling down the collar of her shirt to reveal a faint hickey on her neck. My breath catches.

"It's me," she says softly but with conviction. "That was Pranpriya. She disguised herself as me to trick you."

I blink rapidly, my gaze darting between her and the body on the ground. "No... no, that can't be," I stammer, my voice cracking.

"Jennie," she steps closer, her eyes meeting mine. "I'm Lisa. You gave me this hickey last night. I swear, I'm telling you the truth."

My hands tremble as I slowly lower Lisa's body to the ground. My mind is a whirlwind of disbelief, confusion, and fear.

"I'm here, Jennie. It's me. Look at me," Lisa says, her jaw tightening.

I stare at her, my heart pounding so loudly it drowns out the silence in the room. Her eyes—those familiar, warm, and intense eyes—stare back at me, unwavering.

A sob escapes my throat, and I fall into her arms, clutching her desperately. "Lisa..." I whisper, my voice breaking.

"I'm here," she murmurs, holding me tightly. "I've got you."

I mumble, my voice shaky, "That was scary."

Lisa tightens her hold on me, her hand gently stroking my back. "It's over now," she says softly, her voice steady, a stark contrast to the chaos still swirling in my mind.

I bury my face into her shoulder, my grip on her unrelenting. "I really thought that was you," I mutter, the words tumbling out, raw and unfiltered.

She pulls back just enough to cup my face in her hands, her thumbs brushing away the tears that continue to fall. Her eyes meet mine, calm and certain. "But it wasn't. I'm right here, Jennie. I'm not going anywhere."

I murmur against her lips, my voice trembling, "I thought I lost you. Don't leave like that again."

She presses her lips to mine in a gentle kiss, her hands cradling my face as she pulls me closer. When she pulls back just slightly, her eyes lock onto mine, and she whispers, "I love you."

I look at her, my voice quiet but firm, "I love you too, but this doesn't change anything."

She smiles softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from my face before leaning in again, her lips hovering just above mine. "Yeah," she murmurs against my lips, "Just this once."

I bury my face in Lisa's neck, my body wracked with quiet whimpers. The echoes of the gunshot still reverberate in my ears, and I can't shake the image of what just happened.

"Jennie," Lisa murmurs softly, wrapping her arms around me as if to shield me from the aftermath. I can feel the steady beat of her heart against my cheek, grounding me in a world that suddenly feels unsteady and chaotic.

"I don't want to see it," I whisper, my voice muffled against her skin. The thought of looking back, of facing the consequences of Lisa's actions, sends a fresh wave of nausea through me. "I can't... I don't want to know."

She tightens her grip, her embrace fierce and protective. "You don't have to, Jennie," she promises, her voice low and soothing. "I've got you. You're safe now. I won't let anyone hurt you again."

Lisa's voice breaks through the haze of my despair, pulling me back to the present. "It's really sad, isn't it?" she asks, her tone soft but laced with an edge of something deeper—understanding, perhaps.

I scoff, the sound harsh and bitter. "You have no idea what sad is, Lisa. My whole world is falling apart." My words spill out, fueled by a mix of anger and hurt.

"I've been betrayed by almost everyone I know. I don't even know if I'll ever be able to look at food the same way again." I pause, the memories of that terrible moment rushing back—the horror of watching my uncle die, the weight of his final words hanging in the air like a specter. "He died right in front of my eyes."

Lisa watches me, her expression serious as she takes in my pain. "I may not understand everything," she replies, her voice steady, "but I know pain when I see it. I know what it's like to feel like the ground has been ripped out from under you."

I meet her gaze, searching for any sign of judgment or pity, but all I see is empathy. It makes my chest ache, the weight of my suffering mixing with the flicker of connection I feel with her. "I don't know how to deal with this," I admit, my voice trembling. "Everything feels so broken, so twisted."

I hug her tight, pressing my face against her shoulder as if trying to absorb her strength. The warmth of her body against mine offers a fleeting sense of safety in the chaos that has become my life. I can feel the steady beat of her heart

But just then, I hear another gunshot that pierces the silence, sharp and unforgiving. My eyes snap open, and I look at Lisa, whose expression shifts from fierce determination to shock in an instant. Blood spills from her mouth, a deep crimson staining her lips, and my heart drops.

"No! Lisa!" I scream, dropping to my knees beside her as she collapses to the ground. I reach out, trembling fingers brushing her face, desperate for some sign of life.

I glance behind her, and my stomach sinks as I see my father standing there, a twisted smirk plastered across his face. "Look who's left standing, Jennie," he taunts, his voice dripping with malice. "You thought you could escape this? You thought you could have a happy ending?"

"Oh god, please no," I mumble, panic clawing at my throat as I shake Lisa gently. "Stay with me, please! Don't leave me!"

Her eyes flicker, a mix of pain and determination, but the life is fading from them too quickly. The sight of her blood-soaked shirt and the way her body slumps unnaturally sends waves of dread crashing over me.

"Get away from her!" I shout, my voice laced with fury as I push myself to my feet, facing my father with a fire ignited in my chest. "You won't get away with this! I swear I'll—"

"Swear what?" he interrupts, his smirk growing wider. "You can't do anything without your precious little mafia wife. Look at her now—she's nothing but a liability."

The anger surges through me like a storm, but I can't let it control me. I need to help Lisa. I turn back to her, cradling her head in my lap, trying to apply pressure to the wound as my hands tremble.

But before I can react, Lisa sits up slowly, wincing in pain.

"What the fuck, Manoban? Lay down!" I exclaim, my heart racing as I see the blood still trickling from her mouth.

She groans softly, brushing off my concern. "I'm okay," she insists, though the strain in her voice tells me otherwise.

Just then, the sound of footsteps echoes through the warehouse, and I turn to see a couple of men enter, their uniforms unmistakable. They're Lisa's men. Relief floods through me, but it's short-lived as I watch one of them draw a machete.

Before I can comprehend what's happening, he swings it with lethal precision, slicing through my father's neck in one swift motion. His head falls to the ground with a sickening thud, rolling toward me as I scream.

"Ahh!" I flail, my instincts taking over as I scramble to hide my face against Lisa's neck, still screaming in horror. The sight is too much, the brutal reality crashing down on me like a wave.

"Careful, man," Lisa murmurs, wrapping an arm around me, her voice a soothing contrast to the chaos around us. "Don't want my girl to witness this."

My girl. She called me hers. But I am too terrified of the sight of my father bleeding to even feel flustered about it.

I hook my legs around Lisa's waist, pulling myself closer as I cling to her, desperately seeking the comfort and safety of her embrace. Her arm stays firmly wrapped around me, a steady anchor amid the chaos and horror surrounding us.

"Just hold on to me," she whispers, her voice low and reassuring, as if she can sense the storm of emotions swirling within me. I feel the tension in her body, the way her muscles coil beneath my touch, and it only heightens my fear.

"I don't want to see this," I mumble into her shoulder, my voice muffled by the fabric of her shirt. "I can't take it, Lisa. I hate this... all of it."

"I know," she replies softly, her breath warm against my ear. "But you're safe with me. I promise."

"Jennie," Lisa says softly, pulling me back just enough to meet my gaze. Her eyes are fierce, but there's a tenderness there that calms me, if only a little. "I need you to breathe. Focus on me."

I nod, trying to swallow back the bile rising in my throat. The screams and shouts of her men fade into the background as I take a deep breath, holding onto her. "What's happening? Why did he—?"

"He was a threat to you," she cuts in, her tone steady, the authority in her voice a stark contrast to the chaos we've just witnessed. "You don't need to worry about him anymore."

The realization hits me, hard. "But he's my father," I whisper, the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. "What does that make me?"

"Your father is a monster," Lisa states, her eyes unwavering. "You're not like him. You're stronger than this, Jennie. You're with me now, and I won't let anyone hurt you again."

Another gunshot rings out, followed by a shout from one of the men. I flinch, instinctively leaning closer to Lisa. "What if they come for us next?" I whisper, my voice trembling.

"They won't," she reassures me, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "I promise you that. They'll have to go through me first."

I watch her, the intensity in her gaze igniting something inside me—a flicker of defiance against the fear that's been suffocating me. "What if I'm not strong enough?" I murmur, tears brimming in my eyes.

"Then I'll be strong for you," she replies, her voice fierce and unwavering.

Just then, one of the men approaches. "It's done, Ms. Manoban," he says, his voice steady despite the chaos. "We've taken care of the rest."

Lisa's grip tightens around me. "Good. Get rid of the bodies and secure the area. I don't want anyone finding this place."

"Understood," he replies, glancing between us before heading off to relay her orders.

Lisa's expression hardens as she gazes into my eyes, the fire of her resolve illuminating the darkness surrounding us. "Your family is shit, Jennie," she states, her tone unwavering. "You should get a new one."

I let out a bitter laugh, the sound hollow and full of pain. "Yeah, well, that's impossible," I reply, my voice tinged with a mix of sarcasm and despair. The weight of my past feels suffocating, a chain dragging me down as I think of everything I've lost.

"Not really," Lisa counters, her gaze steady and intense. "You could always start one with me. You have me, Jisoo, and Rosé with you."

I stroke her cheek gently, my thumb brushing against the crimson smudge at the corner of her mouth. The sight of the blood—both a reminder of the violence we just escaped and the fierce protection she displayed—makes my heart race. "You're hurt," I murmur, a knot tightening in my chest as I take in the stark contrast of her vibrant skin against the dark red stains.

Lisa meets my gaze, her eyes steady despite the chaos around us. "I'm fine, Jennie," she reassures me, though her voice is tinged with exhaustion. "It's just a scratch. Nothing I can't handle."

But I can't help but feel a surge of panic at the sight of her injury, my mind racing with images of what could have happened if she hadn't intervened. "You shouldn't have had to do that for me," I say, my voice wavering. "You could have been—"

"Don't," she interrupts, her grip tightening on my waist. "Don't say that. I'd do it again a hundred times if it means keeping you safe."

I swallow hard, fighting back the tears that threaten to spill over. Her fierce loyalty is both comforting and terrifying. "But at what cost?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. "I can't lose you too, Lisa. Not after everything."

Her expression softens, and she leans in closer, the warmth of her presence enveloping me. "You won't lose me," she promises, her eyes fierce with conviction. "I'm not going anywhere. You're stuck with me, remember?"

I nod, letting her words sink in, but I can't shake the weight of the blood that stains her mouth. It's a harsh reminder of the world we're in—a world where violence lurks just beneath the surface. "You should let me clean you up," I suggest, feeling a mix of urgency and fear. "I don't want you walking around like this."

Lisa smiles faintly, a softness in her gaze that momentarily eases the tension in my chest. "Alright, let's get out of here first," she replies, her voice calm and soothing. "Then we can take care of this. Together."

With surprising ease, Lisa scoops me up into her arms, cradling me against her chest. I instinctively wrap my arms around her neck, my heart racing at the closeness. "You're hurt, Lisa!" I protest, my voice filled with concern as I glance at the blood smeared across her mouth and the remnants on her hands. "You shouldn't be carrying me. You need to take care of yourself."

She shakes her head dismissively, a smirk dancing on her lips despite the seriousness of the situation. "You're lighter than you think," she teases, her tone playful but her eyes betraying the underlying strain. "Besides, I can't have you wandering around in a state after everything we just dealt with."

"Still," I insist, feeling a mixture of gratitude and frustration. "You need to let me help you."

"Later, okay?" she replies, her voice softening as she adjusts her grip on me, making me feel safe in her embrace. "Right now, let me take care of you."

Aswe reach the car, her driver opens the door, and she gently sets me down beforesliding into the back seat beside me.

I take a deep breath, leaning against Lisa as we drive through the familiar streets. "I can't believe what just happened," I whisper, my thoughts racing. "I thought I lost you."

"You won't," she assures me, her voice steady. "I promise you, Jennie, I'm not going anywhere."

As the cityscape blurs by, I lean my head against her shoulder, grateful for her presence.

As we step through the door, the familiar scent of home wraps around us, but it feels different now—tinged with tension and the remnants of the chaos we just escaped. Rosé and Jisoo are waiting in the living room, their expressions shifting from concern to relief as they see us.

"Ella's sleeping," Rosé announces softly, her gaze darting between Lisa and me, taking in the blood on Lisa's face and the signs of distress etched across my features. "What happened? Are you two okay?"

I pull away from Lisa slightly, allowing her to take a step back while I take a deep breath. "We're fine," I manage to say, though the tremor in my voice betrays me. "Just a long night."

Jisoo steps forward, concern flooding her eyes as she assesses the situation. "What's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost, Jennie," she says gently, her voice calming.

"It was Uncle Joon," I reply, my voice barely above a whisper as I lean against the wall for support. "He...he tried to—" My words falter as the memories flood back, and I feel a wave of nausea rise in my stomach.

"Hey, hey," Lisa says, stepping closer to me, her presence anchoring me. "It's over now. You're safe here."

Rosé's expression darkens as she hears my words. "That bastard," she mutters under her breath, fury flickering in her eyes. "He's done for, right?"

I nod slowly, the weight of the day crashing down on me again. "He is. Lisa took care of it."

Jisoo's jaw tightens, and she glances at Lisa with respect. "Good. He deserved it. But you two need to clean up and rest. You've been through so much."

Rosé moves closer, her voice gentle as she places a comforting hand on my arm. "Come on, let's get you both cleaned up. You need to take care of those wounds, Lisa, and Jennie, you need to eat something."

I shake my head. "I can't think about food right now," I say, my stomach churning.

"Just a little something, okay?" Rosé insists, her tone firm yet caring. "We can't have you both collapsing on us. Let's go."

Lisa puts an arm around my shoulders as we follow Rosé into the kitchen. I can feel the weight of the day pressing down on me, but the presence of my friends gives me a sense of solace. The bond we share feels stronger now, forged in the fires of our shared trauma.

Rosé moves with practiced care as she cleans Lisa's wounds, her hands steady despite the tension in the air. Lisa winces slightly but brushes it off, a flicker of her trademark bravado shining through. "It's nothing new," she says, her voice casual, though the grit of it doesn't quite mask the pain.

I watch them closely, my heart heavy. "But I'm not used to seeing you hurt like this," I reply, my voice a mixture of concern and frustration.

After reluctantly finishing our food, the atmosphere still heavy with everything that had happened, Lisa and I make our way to our bedroom. The soft glow of the lamp casts warm shadows across the room, and I feel a sense of comfort begin to wash over me as I settle in beside her. 

I curl up against Lisa, resting my head against her shoulder, inhaling the familiar scent of her shampoo mixed with something uniquely her. It's grounding amidst the chaos. As I snuggle closer, I murmur against her neck, "I can't believe I'm cuddling with a mafia boss right now."

Lisa chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through her chest. "You make it sound so scandalous," she replies, her voice light, but I can hear the hint of a smile in her tone. "What did you expect? I'm just your average wife with a side job in organized crime."

I laugh lightly, the tension in my chest easing just a bit. "Right, just a normal Tuesday night," I say, my voice teasing but laced with an undertone of seriousness.

I nestle closer to Lisa, trying to drown out the dark thoughts that keep clawing their way back to the surface. Despite her warmth beside me, his vile words still echo in my mind, twisting around every attempt I make to feel safe. I can almost see his sneer, hear that horrible laughter. It's like I'm trapped in my own head, unable to escape the poison he left behind.

Lisa feels me tense up and instinctively pulls me tighter, rubbing soothing circles on my back. "Jennie," she whispers softly, sensing my distress even without me saying a word. "I'm right here. He's gone, and he can't hurt you anymore."

I squeeze my eyes shut, clutching onto her as if she's my lifeline, my only anchor in the middle of a raging storm. "I know," I whisper, but my voice trembles, betraying the fear that still lingers. "I just... I can't get his voice out of my head. It's like he's still there, trying to ruin everything."

"Just hold me," I whisper, my voice small. "Please, don't let go."

Lisa wraps her arms around me even tighter, her presence like a shield against everything haunting me. "I won't, Jennie," she promises, her tone unwavering. "I'm not going anywhere."

Suddenly, the image of his severed head flashes through my mind—the cold, lifeless eyes staring back, the twisted grin frozen on his face as it rolled toward me. My body reacts before I can think, and I let out a piercing scream, flailing in sheer panic as if I can push the memory away through movement alone.

Lisa jolts awake, her arms instinctively tightening around me, pulling me close. "Jennie!" she says, her voice laced with worry as she tries to steady me. "Hey, hey, it's me. You're safe. It's just us here."

I can't stop shaking, the gruesome image seared into my mind. My chest heaves with each panicked breath, and I bury my face against her shoulder, gripping her tightly, desperate to ground myself in something real, something safe. "I... I can't... I can't get it out of my head," I stammer, my voice barely a whisper. "It just... won't go away."

Lisa strokes my hair softly, her touch a gentle reassurance. "I know," she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "It's okay. Just breathe with me. Focus on me."

I fling the door open and sprint into the warehouse, the musty air hitting me like a wave. My mind races as I search for a place to hide, the sound of my footsteps echoing off the walls. I can hear him behind me, his heavy boots thudding against the concrete floor as he gives chase.

I dash deeper into the building, glancing around frantically. The warehouse is filled with old machinery, stacks of crates, and piles of discarded equipment. I spot a large stack of wooden pallets against the wall and duck behind them, my heart pounding so loudly I'm afraid he'll hear it.

I crouch low, holding my breath as I listen for his footsteps. They grow louder, and I can feel my pulse quicken. I peer through a gap in the pallets, watching as Uncle Joon enters the warehouse, looking around. The way he scans the space sends chills down my spine; he's methodical and determined.

"Jennie!" he calls out, his voice echoing through the vast emptiness. "I know you're in here. You can't run from me!"

I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block out the panic rising in my chest. I need to stay quiet, to remain hidden.

Suddenly, I spot a door on the far side of the warehouse. If I can reach it without being seen, I might be able to escape or find a better hiding spot.

Slowly, I inch my way out from behind the pallets, careful to stay low and out of sight. I move silently, darting from one stack of crates to another, my eyes fixed on the door. Just as I reach the halfway point, I hear him call out again.

"Jennie! Don't make this harder than it has to be. Just come out!"

The desperation in his voice fuels my determination. I can't let him catch me. I take a deep breath and sprint toward the door, adrenaline surging through me.

As I reach the door, I fumble with the handle, my hands shaking. It creaks open just enough for me to slip through, and I dart into the next room—a small, dark space filled with old equipment and dust-covered machinery. I close the door quietly behind me and lean against it, trying to catch my breath.

In the dim light, I scan the room for anything I can use. My eyes land on a heavy metal pipe lying against the wall. It's not much, but it could be enough to defend myself if I have to.

Then I spot a window high above me. It's grimy and partially blocked by old boxes, but it might be my best chance. I glance back at the door—still no movement from him. I scramble over to the window, using the pipe to push aside the boxes that are blocking it. My heart pounds as I make a noise, the wood creaking under my weight.

"Jennie!" Uncle Joon's voice sharpens, and I freeze. "If you don't come out now, you'll regret it!"

With renewed urgency, I push the last box away and grasp the window frame, my fingers slipping as I try to climb up. I need to get out before he gets in. I can hear him moving closer, and I finally manage to hoist myself up, wincing as the sharp edge of the window digs into my side.

I throw open the window just enough to slip through, my heart racing with adrenaline. I can't look back. I drop down into the alley behind the warehouse, landing awkwardly but regaining my footing quickly.

Without wasting another moment, I take off running. The alley is narrow, and I can hear my footsteps echoing off the brick walls. I glance back and see Uncle Joon's figure appear at the window, his eyes searching frantically for me.

"Jennie!" he shouts, but I don't stop. I keep running, my lungs burning as I navigate the twists and turns of the alleyway. I need to find a place to hide, somewhere he won't look.

I round a corner and duck into another alley, desperately scanning for anything that might give me cover. My eyes land on a dumpster near the back of a row of shops. It's filthy, but it's better than being caught. I dive behind it just as I hear his footsteps echoing behind me.

"Where are you hiding, Jennie?" he calls, his voice laced with menace. "You can't hide forever."

I hold my breath, my heart pounding in my chest. I squeeze my eyes shut, praying he doesn't come this way. I can hear him moving closer, his footsteps growing louder. The weight of the pipe feels heavy in my hand, and I know I have to be ready for anything.

Suddenly, the footsteps stop. I crack open an eye and peek around the edge of the dumpster. I see Uncle Joon standing at the entrance of the alley, scanning the area.

"Come out now, or I swear I'll make this worse for you," he threatens, and I can see the glint of anger in his eyes.

I hear the tires screeching, the unmistakable sound of Lisa's car skidding to a stop nearby. Relief floods through me, but it's quickly overshadowed by the panic that surges as Uncle Joon's grip tightens around my wrist.

"Aha! Found you!" he exclaims triumphantly, yanking me out from behind the dumpster with a roughness that makes me gasp in pain. I groan as his hand brushes against my gunshot wound, the fresh pain radiating through my body like a cruel reminder of everything I've been through.

"Get off me!" I shout, struggling against his grip, but he only tightens his hold, dragging me further into the open. My heart races as I glance around, desperately searching for Lisa.

"Jennie!" I hear Lisa's voice call out, fierce and protective, slicing through the tension like a knife. My heart skips a beat at the sound, a flicker of hope igniting within me.

"Let her go, Joon!" Lisa demands, her tone steely. I can't see her yet, but I know she's close. I can feel the air shift, the sense of danger thickening around us as I brace myself.

Uncle Joon smirks, seemingly unfazed by the threat. "And what if I don't? You think you can just waltz in here and take her away from me?"

"Jennie is not your property!" Lisa's voice rises, filled with fury, and I can hear the sound of her footsteps growing nearer. "You need to let her go, or you'll regret it."

"Regret?" Joon scoffs, pulling me closer, his grip like iron around my arm. "You're outnumbered, girl. You really think you can take me on?"

"Try me," Lisa retorts.

"Stop!" I yell, feeling the need to intervene before things escalate. "Just stop it, both of you!" I'm caught between them, a pawn in a game that's spiraling out of control.

"Let her go," Lisa repeats, more forceful this time, taking a step closer, her posture strong and confident. "You know this isn't going to end well for you if you don't."

Uncle Joon's grip on my wrist remains tight, but I can sense he's weighing his options, his bravado faltering slightly as Lisa stands her ground. "You think I'm scared of you?" he sneers, but there's a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes.

"Scared? No," Lisa says calmly, her voice a low, steady promise. "But you should be scared of what I'm capable of if you don't let her go."

"Last chance, Joon," Lisa warns, her expression deadly serious. "You let her go now, or I'll make sure you regret ever laying a hand on her."

"Fine," he growls, his frustration boiling over. "You want her? Come take her."

With that, he shoves me toward Lisa, and I stumble but quickly regain my balance. As I step closer to her, I can feel the warmth radiating from her body, a safety I desperately need.

Lisa's eyes narrow as she steps between me and Uncle Joon, a fierce protectiveness emanating from her. "You think you can touch her and get away with it?" she hisses, her voice low and threatening. "You have no idea who you're messing with."

Uncle Joon laughs mockingly, but it's hollow. "What are you going to do?"

Before he can react, Lisa lunges forward, her movements quick and precise. She lands a hard punch to his jaw, the impact echoing in the warehouse, and he stumbles back, shock flashing across his face.

"You're going to regret ever laying a finger on her," Lisa says, her voice filled with cold fury as she advances on him, her presence dominating. "This isn't just a warning; it's a promise."

I watch in awe as Lisa takes control, her anger palpable. Joon scrambles to regain his footing, but Lisa doesn't hesitate. She moves, and in a blur of motion, she tackles him to the ground, pinning him there.

"Stay down," she growls, her knee pressed firmly against his chest, the power dynamic shifting entirely in her favor.

"Get off me!" Joon snaps, struggling beneath her, but Lisa remains steadfast, her grip unyielding.

"Not until you understand the consequences of your actions," Lisa retorts, her voice cold as ice. "You'll pay for what you did to her, and I'll make sure of it."

"Just wait until I get back up," Joon threatens, but there's a tremor in his voice now, a flicker of fear creeping in.

Lisa smirks, leaning closer. "You won't be getting back up anytime soon. This is just a taste of what happens when you cross me."

With that, she delivers another punch to his gut, the air leaving him in a rush as he gasps for breath. I can see the fear settling in his eyes, and for the first time, I feel a thrill of satisfaction.

With a swift motion, Lisa grabs Uncle Joon by the collar, her grip unyielding as she drags him toward the adjacent warehouse. I watch, heart pounding, as she effortlessly pulls him along, his protests falling on deaf ears.

"You think this is over?" Joon snarls, struggling against her hold, but Lisa only tightens her grip.

"Shut up," she snaps, her voice low and fierce. The adrenaline surges through me as I follow closely behind, my pulse racing at the sight of Lisa's unrelenting strength.

Once inside the warehouse, Lisa shoves him into a chair, the loud clatter echoing in the large space. She ties him to the chair with rough rope, securing him tightly as he glares at her with contempt.

"Let me go, you psycho!" Joon growls, but Lisa simply rolls her eyes, unbothered by his threats.

Ignoring him, she turns her attention to the pipe I had been holding earlier, picking it up with a smirk that sends a thrill down my spine. It's a playful yet dangerous look, one that reveals her determination to protect me at all costs.

"You know, it's funny," Lisa says, casually swinging the pipe in her hand, her gaze locked onto Joon. "You thought you could just walk in and hurt Jennie, didn't you?"

Joon scoffs, trying to regain some semblance of authority. "You think this is going to scare me? You're just a girl playing dress-up in a dangerous game."

Lisa steps closer, the pipe resting on her shoulder, her confidence radiating. "And you're just a pathetic excuse for a man who thinks he can use fear to control others. How about we change that narrative?"

I stand back, caught between fear and exhilaration, as Lisa's energy fills the room. She seems to relish the moment, her playful demeanor shifting into something much darker and more serious.

"What do you want?" Joon asks, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice.

"I want you to understand what happens when you lay a hand on someone I care about," she replies, her voice steady and cold. "And trust me, I can make this very uncomfortable for you."

She moves closer, the pipe glinting in the dim light of the warehouse. "You're going to tell me everything I want to know about where Jennie's mother is."

"I'm not telling you anything," Joon snaps defiantly, though I can see the tension in his shoulders, the fear beginning to seep in as he realizes the depth of Lisa's resolve.

"Wrong answer," Lisa retorts, a dangerous glint in her eyes. She grips the pipe tighter, her demeanor shifting as she leans in closer to him. "You see, I'm not above using a little persuasion to get what I want."

"What do you mean by that?" Joon asks, his bravado faltering.

Lisa's lips curl into a smirk, and I can't help but feel a mix of admiration and concern for what might come next. "Let's just say I have a way of making people talk. And you don't want to find out how far I'm willing to go to protect Jennie."

Joon shifts uncomfortably in the chair, his bravado slipping as Lisa towers over him, the atmosphere heavy with tension. "You're making a mistake," he warns, but I can hear the unease in his voice.

"Is that so?" Lisa replies, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "The only mistake here is thinking you could ever hurt her and get away with it."

I step closer, finding my voice. "Lisa, maybe we should just call the police or something?"

"No," Lisa says firmly, her eyes never leaving Joon's. "This is personal. He needs to understand the consequences of his actions."

Joon's expression shifts from anger to fear as he realizes he's trapped between Lisa's determination and his own arrogance. "You're insane," he mutters, but there's a tremor in his voice now.

"Insane or not, you're going to answer my questions," Lisa insists, her grip on the pipe tightening. "And if you don't, let's just say this could get very painful for you."

Lisa's gaze hardens as she leans closer to Uncle Joon, her grip on the pipe unwavering. "Let's cut to the chase," she says, her voice low and dangerous. "I want to know everything about Jennie's mother. What happened to her?"

Uncle Joon's expression shifts, a flicker of concern crossing his face. "I don't know what you're talking about," he replies, trying to mask his unease.

"Don't play games with me," Lisa snaps, her voice growing more intense. "You're not just her uncle. You're Song Kang's father. You've got ties to the very people who hurt Jennie, and I know you have answers."

Joon shifts uncomfortably in his seat, the ropes digging into his wrists as he struggles against them. "You think you can intimidate me? You're making a mistake."

"A mistake?" Lisa scoffs, stepping back slightly but still keeping the pipe in view. "The mistake was letting you think you could hurt Jennie and get away with it. Now, tell me about her mother."

He hesitates, glancing away as if weighing his options. "I don't have anything to say about that. It's not my business."

"It is your business when it involves your family," Lisa presses, moving closer again, the pipe resting ominously against her side. "You think I'm here to play nice? I'll do whatever it takes to find out the truth."

Joon's defiance starts to crack as the tension in the room mounts. "I told you, I don't know. She disappeared years ago. It's not my fault."

"Not your fault?" Lisa echoes incredulously. "You're saying you had nothing to do with it? Nothing to do with Ella going missing? Or with the fact that your son shot Jennie?"

Joon's twisted smirk deepens as he stares at me, his voice laced with a sick satisfaction. "Jennie, sweetie," he sneers. "Do you remember that family dinner after your mother disappeared? The first time you saw your father in weeks?"

I nod slowly, a chill creeping down my spine.

He licks his lips, eyes glinting with something vile. "The meat that night... it belonged to your mother."

A sick laugh escapes him, echoing off the walls of the warehouse.

The room spins around me as his words sink in, my legs giving way as I drop to the ground. What? What did he say? My mind races, trying to reject the horror. The meat... my mom... No. No. This can't be happening.

"It was so soft and tender," he says, chuckling in that eerie tone. "Such a shame you didn't taste it."

I feel bile rising in my throat, my vision blurring as I struggle to breathe, my body numb with disbelief and horror.

Suddenly, a deafening click breaks the silence. Lisa's hand grips a gun, her eyes colder and more lethal than I've ever seen them.

Joon lets out a sickening laugh, his eyes glinting with something dark and twisted. "I had always lusted after her, you know," he sneers, voice low and vile. "I wanted her so bad. Too bad she disappeared before I could have my way."

The words are barely out of his mouth before Lisa's fist slams into his face, snapping his head back. Blood trickles from his lip, but he only chuckles, unfazed.

Turning his gaze to me, he smirks. "I saw her in you, Jennie. That same fire. And I wanted you too." His laugh echoes, chilling and mocking. "Too bad Lisa got to you before I could." His eyes flick over me with sick satisfaction, and then he looks at Lisa. "What a waste of—"

"Enough!" Lisa's voice rings out, laced with fury. "You dare talk about my wife like that?"

Joon only laughs harder. "Wife?" he scoffs. "You both were forced into this. What kind of 'wife' is that?"

Lisa's grip tightens around the gun, her expression cold and unyielding.

Joon's eyes roam over me with a dark hunger, and his lips curl into a twisted smile. "You don't know how long I've waited, Jennie," he whispers, his tone low and dripping with malice. "I wanted you so badly... every time I saw you, all I could think about was what I'd do if I had you alone."

A shiver runs down my spine, terror rooting me in place as his words sink in, each one heavier and darker than the last. My stomach twists, a wave of nausea rising. He leans forward in his restraints, his gaze never leaving me, and I can see a sick satisfaction glinting in his eyes.

"And now," he continues, undeterred by the venom in Lisa's glare, "now it seems I've missed my chance. What a shame Pranpriya got there first. But if things had gone my way, I would've made you scream my name—"

Lisa lunges forward, her hand wrapping around his throat, silencing him with a fierce grip. She leans close, her voice a growl. "Say another word, and I'll make sure you regret every single breath you've taken."

But even as Lisa holds him, he smirks, his gaze locked on me with a perverse satisfaction. "You can't hide from this, Jennie," he taunts. "I'll always be in your mind. Every dark, twisted thing I could've done to you... you'll never forget it."

I press closer to Lisa, barely able to keep myself steady, feeling the weight of his words settling like a shadow in my mind.

"Stop, please," I mumble, the words barely escaping my lips as tears cascade down my cheeks. I'm not even sure if I'm pleading with him or with myself, begging for this nightmare to end. My voice trembles, heavy with the weight of what I've just heard, and I can feel the cold grip of fear tightening around my heart.

I take a shaky breath, trying to regain control, but the taste of dread lingers on my tongue. I glance at Lisa, her presence a flickering light in this darkness, and I reach out instinctively, desperate for her to pull me back from the edge. I need her strength, her unwavering resolve, but even that feels like it's slipping away as I face this horror.

"Stop..." I whisper again, more for myself than for him, as I try to block out the horrific images he painted with his words.

Lisa's grip on Joon tightens, fury radiating off her in waves. She slams him back against the chair, the force so powerful the metal creaks beneath him. Her jaw clenches, and she leans in close, voice deadly calm. "You're done tormenting her," she says, her words laced with pure venom. "Every twisted thought you had, every disgusting fantasy—I'm going to make you regret every single one."

Joon only laughs, unafraid, his eyes flicking between us, a sick satisfaction in his gaze. "Oh, Jennie," he sneers, his tone low and mocking, "running to hide behind her now, are we? After everything?"

I feel the bile rise in my throat, but I can't pull my gaze away from his twisted smile. It's like he enjoys watching the horror settle in my expression, relishing the fear he's inflicted. My legs weaken, and I clutch Lisa's arm tighter, feeling my body tremble despite myself.

Lisa doesn't flinch. She stands firm, her stance radiating unshakable resolve. "You'll never hurt her again," she says, her voice low, a promise of retribution in every word. She takes the gun in her hand, raising it to his face, her gaze deadly cold.

Joon smirks, unfazed. "You think you can erase me that easily?" he taunts, his voice dripping with mockery. "I'll always be there, Jennie. In the back of your mind. Every night when you close your eyes—"

She pulls me tightly into her arms, her hand running gently along my back. I murmur, almost to myself, "Why do I feel comfort when I should be scared of you?"

Her grip tightens slightly, and I feel her breath against my hair as she whispers back, "Because you know I'd never hurt you. I'd only ever protect you."

I mumble, "It hurts."

She keeps her arms around me, holding me close, her grip steady. "I know," she says quietly, brushing a strand of hair away from my face.

I glance at her, the words slipping out before I can stop myself. "I never thought you would be like this."

She raises an eyebrow. "Like what?"

"Soft... Caring." I mumble, feeling the weight of those words. "It feels weird."

She scoffs lightly, though there's a glint of warmth in her eyes. "Don't get used to this."

I smirk, leaning back. "Too late."

She rolls her eyes, but there's a faint smile tugging at her lips. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"Just part of my charm," I reply, shrugging.

She shakes her head, amusement flickering across her face. "Get some rest. You've been through a lot."

Gradually, my eyelids grow heavier until they finally close. Sleep pulls me under, the ache and tension of the day fading into darkness as I drift off.

I wake up to the morning light filtering through the curtains. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, I realize I'm still wrapped in the blankets, feeling unusually warm.

I get up slowly and see Lisa lying on the floor, tangled in the blankets. I chuckle softly to myself. She looks so peaceful, but I can't help but tease her a little.

"Lisa," I say gently, shaking her shoulder.

She stirs and groans, blinking sleepily at me.

I grin, unable to hold back. "You fell from the bed while sleeping. How can anyone even do that?"

She groggily sits up and immediately shushes me, a playful glare in her eyes. "Shhh," she murmurs, still half-asleep.

I laugh quietly, trying to keep my voice down. "Sorry, but it's too funny. You should see yourself!"

With a soft huff, she runs a hand through her messy hair and finally pushes herself up to stand. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Just wait until you wake up and find me recording you snoring," she shoots back, her tone half-serious, half-joking.

I roll my eyes, but the warmth in my chest is undeniable.

"I want to take a bath," I announce, stretching a little as I contemplate the refreshing warmth of the water.

Lisa raises an eyebrow, a playful, perverted smirk creeping onto her face. "You can't even walk properly, Jennie. Are you sure you can handle that?"

I roll my eyes, refusing to let her tease get to me. "Help me then, or do I need to find someone else?"

Her smirk widens, and I can tell she's about to take it up a notch. "Oh, I'd love to see you try. But if you really need help..." She steps closer, leaning in slightly, her voice dropping to a flirtatious whisper. "I'd be more than happy to assist you. In more ways than one."

"Ugh, you're such a pervert," I reply, my tone mockingly annoyed.

She winks, unfazed. "Guilty as charged. But you know you love it."

"Please, just help me before I change my mind," I shoot back, trying to keep a straight face.

"Sorry, but you're not getting away that easily. I'll help ya."

With that, she wraps an arm around my waist, guiding me carefully toward the bathroom. I lean into her side, and even though I'm trying to act tough, there's something nice about being close to her, even with her constant teasing.

After Lisa helps me bathe, we head downstairs, and I make my way into the kitchen. I start cooking breakfast, the familiar rhythm of chopping and stirring soothing me as the delicious aroma fills the air.

Once the food is ready, we sit at the table, enjoying our meal in a comfortable silence. Just as I finish my last bite, I glance at her and declare, "I'm going to college."

Her response is immediate and firm. "No."

I raise an eyebrow, determined. "Yes."

"Absolutely not," she replies, crossing her arms defiantly.

I match her gaze, refusing to back down. "Yes."

"No," she insists again, the corners of her mouth twitching as if she's trying to suppress a smile.

"Please?" I ask, adopting my best puppy-dog eyes.

She rolls her eyes, but I can see her resolve softening. "No."

"Pretty please?" I add, pouting and making a cute face, hoping to break through her stubbornness.

She stifles a laugh, shaking her head. "No."

"Ugh, you're impossible!" I groan, though I can't help but grin at her refusal.

"You know it's for your own good, right?" she says, her voice a mix of teasing and genuine concern.

"Yeah, yeah, I get it. But I'm going." I say with determination, and for a moment, I can feel the tension of our back-and-forth dissipating into something lighter, even if I still know she'll probably continue to argue with me about it.

After our playful banter, I stand up and start clearing the table, my resolve still intact. "I'm going to college whether you like it or not," I declare, trying to sound confident as I stack the dishes.

Lisa watches me, arms crossed, a smirk playing on her lips. "I still say no," she repeats, though I can tell she's amused by my stubbornness.

"Just let me go, Lisa. I can handle it," I insist, looking her straight in the eye.

"Handle it? You just got shot, Jennie! You need to rest," she argues, but her voice has softened.

I sigh, knowing she has a point. "I'll be careful, I promise. I just need to get back to normal," I respond, feeling the weight of the last few days still hanging over me.

"Normal? After everything that happened? You think going back to college will make things normal?" Her tone is serious now, and I can see the concern etched on her face.

"I know it's a lot, but I can't hide forever. I need to face this," I say, my voice steady.

Lisa studies me for a moment before her expression shifts. "Fine. You can go. But I'm driving you."

I'm taken aback. "What? No, that's not necessary."

"Too bad. You're not going alone," she insists, standing up and grabbing her keys from the counter.

I open my mouth to protest, but then I see the determination in her eyes. "Okay, fine. But you're not staying the whole time."

She raises an eyebrow. "I'll decide that."

Rolling my eyes, I grab my bag and head toward the door. "You're ridiculous, you know that?"

"Yeah, but you love it," she shoots back with that playful smirk again.

As we walk out to the car, the tension from the past few days feels lighter, and despite the circumstances, I can't help but feel a flicker of gratitude for Lisa being by my side. It's a strange comfort in the midst of everything going on.

I settle into the passenger seat, watching her as she drives.

As Lisa parks the car, I reach for the keys before she can even unbuckle her seatbelt. "I'm taking the car," I say, giving her a challenging look. "I will need it to come home later."

She raises an eyebrow, a hint of disbelief crossing her face. "Then how will I go home?"

I shrug nonchalantly, a smirk creeping onto my lips. "I don't know, manage."

I hop out of the car, clutching the keys tightly in my hand. I can hear Lisa sighing behind me, but I don't look back. I head toward the entrance of the college, the familiar sights and sounds bringing a strange sense of normalcy.

After most of the classes, I find myself in the second last one, trying to focus on the lecture when suddenly the teacher's phone rings. She answers, and after a brief conversation, she hangs up, turning her gaze toward me.

"Jennie, you've got someone named Joon at the reception. Go."

I feel a knot tighten in my stomach. Uncle Joon? What's he doing here? He's the last person I want to see, especially given everything I've been through. I grab my bag, my mind racing as I exit the classroom.

I pull out my phone, intending to call Lisa for backup, but I pause midway, uncertainty washing over me. What if Joon has tapped my phone? I can't risk it. I take a deep breath, weighing my options. I need to be cautious.

Deciding to go to the reception anyway, I make my way through the bustling halls, my heart pounding in my chest. I know I should be wary of him. Joon is connected to my father and everything that's gone wrong in my life. As I approach the reception area, I remind myself to stay calm and collected.

When I step into the reception, I see Uncle Joon leaning against the counter, casually chatting with the receptionist. The moment he sees me, a smirk spreads across his face, and I can feel the tension in the air.

"Jennie," he says, his voice smooth yet unsettling. "I was hoping I'd catch you here."

I force myself to meet his gaze, putting on a facade of confidence. "What do you want?"

His smirk widens, and I can sense the underlying menace in his demeanor. "Just wanted to see how you're doing. Heard you've been having some trouble."

I instinctively take a step back, but he's already stepping forward, invading my space. "Why don't we talk somewhere more private?"

"No," I reply firmly, my voice steady despite the fear gnawing at me. "I'm busy."

He tilts his head, clearly amused. "Busy? With what? You should really think about accepting help, Jennie. I'm here for you."

I swallow hard, every instinct telling me to get away from him as quickly as possible. "I don't need your help. Just stay away from me."

He narrows his eyes, and for a moment, the friendly facade drops. "You really think you can just brush me off? You're in deeper than you realize, and I'm the only one who can protect you."

I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. "I'm not interested in your protection," I shoot back defiantly.

His expression darkens, and I know I need to end this conversation. I turn on my heel, heading back toward the exit, my heart racing. As I walk away, I can sense his eyes burning into my back.

After most of the classes, I find myself in the second last one, trying to focus on the lecture when suddenly the teacher's phone rings. She answers, and after a brief conversation, she hangs up, turning her gaze toward me.

"Jennie, you've got someone named Joon at the reception. Go."

I feel a knot tighten in my stomach. Uncle Joon? What's he doing here? He's the last person I want to see, especially given everything I've been through. I grab my bag, my mind racing as I exit the classroom.

I pull out my phone, intending to call Lisa for backup, but I pause midway, uncertainty washing over me. What if Joon has tapped my phone? I can't risk it. I take a deep breath, weighing my options. I need to be cautious.

Deciding to go to the reception anyway, I make my way through the bustling halls, my heart pounding in my chest. I know I should be wary of him. Joon is connected to my father and everything that's gone wrong in my life. As I approach the reception area, I remind myself to stay calm and collected.

When I step into the reception, I see Uncle Joon leaning against the counter, casually chatting with the receptionist. The moment he sees me, a smirk spreads across his face, and I can feel the tension in the air.

"Jennie," he says, his voice smooth yet unsettling. "I was hoping I'd catch you here."

I force myself to meet his gaze, putting on a facade of confidence. "What do you want?"

His smirk widens, and I can sense the underlying menace in his demeanor. "Just wanted to see how you're doing. Heard you've been having some trouble."

I instinctively take a step back, but he's already stepping forward, invading my space. "Why don't we talk somewhere more private?"

"No," I reply firmly, my voice steady despite the fear gnawing at me. "I'm busy."

He tilts his head, clearly amused. "Busy? With what? You should really think about accepting help, Jennie. I'm here for you."

I swallow hard, every instinct telling me to get away from him as quickly as possible. "I don't need your help. Just stay away from me."

He narrows his eyes, and for a moment, the friendly facade drops. "You really think you can just brush me off? You're in deeper than you realize, and I'm the only one who can protect you."

I can feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins. "I'm not interested in your protection," I shoot back defiantly.

Pranpriya's smirk falters, her confidence wavering for the first time. "What?" she stammers, eyes narrowing in disbelief. I can see the panic creeping into her expression, and I know I have to hold onto this moment, to use it to my advantage.

I lean forward, my voice low and taunting. "Now tell me, do you know Song Kang and Hanbin?"

Pranpriya stiffens at the mention of their names, her confidence crumbling. A smirk spreads across my face as I relish her discomfort.

Before she can respond, the door swings open with a creak, and there stands Rosé, gun drawn and ready. "Jennie!" she calls, her eyes darting around the room until they lock onto me.

Pranpriya's eyes widen in fear, and without a moment's hesitation, she bolts for the window, leaping out into the night.

"Let her be, Rosie," I say, my voice steady, a hint of triumph in my tone. "She's already lost." Rosé hesitates, her grip on the gun tightening as she looks back at me, assessing the situation.

I let out a shaky sigh, tears streaming down my face. "God, it was so scary," I whisper, my voice trembling. My body aches all over, a painful reminder of everything I just endured. I had to pretend to be strong when, inside, I was breaking.

Rosé rushes to my side, her expression filled with concern as she quickly unties me. The ropes fall away, and I collapse into her arms, the weight of the situation crashing down on me.

Rosé holds me tightly, her warmth a stark contrast to the cold fear that still lingers in my bones. "You're safe now, Jennie. I promise, you're safe," she murmurs.

I pull away slowly, the warmth of Rosé's embrace leaving a chill in its absence. "Drive me to the café where Song and Hanbin work," I say, my voice steady despite the pain coursing through me.

Rosé's brow furrows with concern. "But Jennie, you're hurt," she protests, her worry palpable.

"Please, Rosie," I insist, my tone leaving no room for argument. She hesitates for a moment, then nods, understanding the urgency in my request.

With her help, I manage to get into her car, every movement a reminder of my aching body. As she drives, I focus on the road ahead, determined to find my friends and get some answers. The café looms closer, and I know I have to confront whatever comes next.

We stop in front of the café, its lights dim as it nears closing. I turn to Rosé. "You stay here."

Ignoring her worried look, I get out of the car, wincing at the pain that flares with every step. Inside, it's quiet; only Hanbin and Song Kang are there, wiping down tables. They look up, surprised to see me.

Without hesitation, I march over and slam Hanbin against the wall, my hands wrapped firmly around his neck. His eyes widen in shock.

"Who do you work for?" I hiss.

Song Kang takes a step forward, alarmed. "Jennie, are you crazy?!"

I shoot him a cold glare. "Shut up."

I turn my attention back to Hanbin, voice low but steady. "I trusted you two. You both...and Rosé." My voice wavers for a second. "I'm not even sure if I can trust Rosie anymore."

Hanbin stares at me, confused. "I don't know what you're talking about," he says, but there's something in his eyes that makes me uneasy.

I look down, murmuring more to myself than to him, "I don't either." I take a breath, steadying myself before looking back up. "Where's my mother, Hanbin? I know you know."

The door crashes open, and I catch a glimpse of Lisa, Jisoo, and Rosé standing there, eyes wide with horror. But before they can react, the crack of a gunshot tears through the air.

Agony explodes in my side, sharp and searing, sending shockwaves through my body. My knees buckle, and I clutch at the wound as warmth seeps between my fingers. I don't even need to look back. I know who did this. Song Kang. The man I'd trusted, who I'd believed was on my side.

My head swims, my heart pounding in betrayal more brutal than the pain tearing through my body. I feel a tear slip down my cheek as my voice comes out, barely a whisper, trembling with hurt. "I trusted you two...with my life."

Song Kang's face remains expressionless, cold, as I sink to the floor. Lisa's eyes flash with rage, her fists clenched and shaking, and Rosé's mouth falls open in shock as she rushes toward me. But their voices, their panic, all fade into a numb haze. I feel Lisa's hands on me, desperate, trying to stop the bleeding, but it's not enough.

The hurt of their betrayal is a weight I can't escape, pressing down even as my vision blurs. The physical pain mingles with the hollowness inside, leaving me broken and breathless.

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Lisa POV

I pace in front of the couch, casting nervous glances at the clock. 8:30. Jennie should've been home by now. She always is, like clockwork. I press my lips together, wondering why a faint sense of unease is nagging at me. She's nothing to me, right? It's just a... physical thing. But my foot keeps tapping, and my fists keep clenching with the urge to do something.

My phone rings, snapping me out of my thoughts. I grab it, seeing Rosé's name on the screen, and answer it in a rush. "Lisa, Jennie's in trouble," she says, urgency threading her voice. "Come to Shin's Cafe, now."

I don't wait for more details. I hang up and rush to the door, a sharp pang tightening in my chest.

I speed to Shin's Cafe, pulling up and jumping out of the car without a second thought. Rosé and Jisoo are by Rosé's car, waiting for me. Rosé's face is tense as she says, "Jennie got kidnapped... by Pranpriya. A lot happened, Lisa, but I'll tell you later. Right now, she's inside, alone."

Without another word, I shove open the door, and the scene inside hits me like a punch to the gut. Jennie's got some guy pinned against the wall, her hands tight around his collar, fury radiating off her. Another man stands behind her, hand reaching for a gun, his eyes dark with intent.

Before I can even react, the gun goes off, and Jennie's body jolts forward as the bullet strikes her. "Jennie!" The shout tears from my throat as I launch forward, adrenaline igniting every nerve in me. 

I close the distance and kick the gun from the shooter's hand, my foot crashing into his wrist. He stumbles back, but I don't give him a chance to recover—I swing my fist hard into his face, feeling the sickening crunch as my knuckles connect.

The shooter staggers, clutching his broken nose, blood dripping between his fingers, but I don't let up. Grabbing his shirt, I slam him back against the wall, pinning him as my fury surges. "You just made the biggest mistake of your life," I growl, my voice low and dangerous.

Rosé and Jisoo rush over, and I let the guy drop to the ground, barely conscious, before spinning around to Jennie. She's slumped against the wall, clutching her side, where blood seeps through her fingers. Her face is pale, her eyes slightly glazed.

I kneel beside her, voice softening despite my panic. "Jennie," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "Can you hear me? We're getting you out of here."

Jennie's eyes flicker open, her gaze unfocused but somehow locking onto mine. She winces, trying to force a smirk. "Took you... long enough," she whispers, voice strained.

"Just hold on," I say, gently pulling her arm around my shoulders and lifting her. Rosé and Jisoo fall in beside us, watching my back as we make our way out of the cafe, every step deliberate and cautious.

Once we're outside, Rosé opens her car door, and I carefully help Jennie inside, my own hands trembling slightly as I fasten her seatbelt. I climb in beside her, still keeping a steady hold on her hand. She doesn't say a word, just leans her head back, eyes closed, as we speed towards the hospital.

She squeezes my hand, her grip surprisingly strong. "No hospital," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Just... take me home, Lisa."

I bite my lip, caught between frustration and worry, but the look in her eyes silences any further argument. "Fine," I mutter, nodding reluctantly. I turn to Rosé and Jisoo, who share a worried glance but don't object.

"Home it is," I sigh, giving in.

As Rosé speeds through the streets, Jennie's breathing becomes more labored. I keep my arms wrapped around her, my thumb tracing gentle circles on her shoulder to keep her calm. She shivers, and I pull her even closer, shielding her as best as I can in the cramped back seat.

Jisoo keeps glancing back, worry etched deep into her face. "We're almost there," she assures softly, but I know she's as tense as I am.

Finally, we pull up to the house. I don't wait for the car to fully stop before I'm out, carefully lifting Jennie into my arms again. She clings to me weakly, her voice a soft murmur against my chest. "I told you... no hospitals."

I carry her inside and lay her gently on the couch, grabbing a nearby blanket to keep her warm. "You're stubborn, you know that?" I mutter, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

A faint smile touches her lips, despite the pain. "Wouldn't be me... if I wasn't."

I rush to the kitchen to grab a first aid kit, my mind racing with everything that's happened. I can't believe I almost lost her tonight. The sight of Jennie—wounded, vulnerable—plays over and over in my mind as I rummage through the supplies.

When I return, Jisoo is kneeling beside Jennie, her hands gently inspecting the wound on her side. "It's not deep, but it's going to hurt," she says, her voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. Jennie winces but nods, biting her lip.

I take a deep breath and kneel on the other side of the couch, my heart pounding as I prepare the supplies. "I'll help," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "Just breathe, okay?"

Jennie looks at me, her expression a mix of gratitude and determination. "I'm fine. Just... do it."

I gently clean the wound, careful not to cause her too much pain. Her eyes squeeze shut, and she bites her lip, a soft groan escaping her throat. I can't help but feel a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry," I murmur, trying to focus on the task at hand.

She opens her eyes, meeting my gaze. "Just get it over with," she whispers, a hint of defiance in her tone.

With each movement, I'm reminded of how much I care for her, how much I need her to be okay. As I apply the bandage, my hands tremble slightly. "You scared the hell out of me," I admit, my voice barely above a whisper.

She smirks despite the pain. "I know. It's what I do best."

After I finish, I sit back, studying her. "You really should have gone to a hospital."

Jennie scoffs, shifting slightly to get comfortable. "And let them poke and prod me? No thanks."

Jisoo stands, brushing her hands on her jeans. "I'll get some ice for the swelling." She heads to the kitchen, leaving us alone for a moment.

As the silence stretches, I feel the weight of everything that's happened. "Jennie," I start, unsure of how to express the fear and anger I've felt. "You put yourself in danger tonight. Why?"

She looks away, her expression hardening. "Because I had to. I won't let anyone control me—especially not Pranpriya."

Jennie's smirk fades as she meets my gaze, the weight of her words settling heavily in the air. "Besides, this isn't the first time I got shot or almost died," she says with a casualness that belies the seriousness of her statement.

My heart races at the thought, and I can't help but hug her tight, feeling the warmth of her body against mine, a stark contrast to the cold reality of what just happened. "You're gonna tell me everything that happened," I insist, pulling back just enough to look her in the eyes, my voice firm.

She lets out a soft sigh, the bravado fading from her expression. "I know you're worried, but—"

"No 'buts,' Jennie," I interrupt, my grip tightening slightly. "You can't just brush this off. I need to know."

"Okay, okay," Jennie relents, her voice softening. "I'll tell you everything. Just... give me a minute."

I nod, my heart still pounding in my chest. "Take your time. I'm right here."

As I sit beside her, I keep my arm around her shoulder, providing comfort as she collects her thoughts. The silence stretches between us, filled with unspoken worries and fears, but also a sense of solidarity. I want to hear her story, every detail, because I know it's important for both of us to confront what happened.

Jisoo moves to grab a couple of drinks from the fridge, returning with water and juice. "Here," she says, handing them to us. "You should hydrate. You lost a lot of blood."

"Thanks," Jennie murmurs, taking a sip of the water and grimacing at the taste. "Just what I needed."

I give her a reassuring smile. "You'll be okay. We're here."

"Right," she says, looking between us.

"Start from the beginning," I prompt, leaning closer. "What happened with Pranpriya?"

---

Jennie's POV

I take a deep breath, steeling myself as I recount the events to Lisa. "...And then Pranpriya, she—" my voice falters, the memory of her hands on me making my stomach churn. I can see the muscles in Lisa's jaw tighten, her grip on the forceps in her hand crushing them tightly.

"Wait, she beat you?" Lisa's voice is low, trembling with a mix of anger and disbelief.

I nod slowly, knowing the fact that she's getting angry

After a pause, Lisa's expression hardens, and I can see the fury ignite in her eyes. "I'll kill her," she growls, her voice filled with a fierce determination. The intensity of her words sends a shiver down my spine, both frightening and comforting at the same time.

Before I can respond, she pulls me into her lap, enveloping me in a tight hug. I sink into her embrace, feeling the warmth radiate from her body. It's grounding, and for a moment, I let myself believe that everything will be okay.

"I'm so sorry, Jennie," Lisa murmurs against my hair, her voice thick with emotion. "I should have been there for you. I should have protected you."

I shake my head, my heart aching at her guilt. "It's not your fault, Lisa. You couldn't have known. I just... I thought I could handle it."

Her grip tightens around me as she pulls me closer, as if trying to shield me from the world. "You're stronger than you think," she whispers fiercely. "But you shouldn't have to be. I won't let anyone hurt you again. I promise."

Lisa guides me gently to our room, her presence reassuring as she helps me settle onto the edge of the bed. She sits beside me, her expression serious. "Who were those two men?" she asks, her brow furrowing in concern.

I hesitate for a moment, searching for the right words. "They were my best friends," I finally reply, my voice barely above a whisper. "The only few people I trusted along with Rosé. But... I'm not sure if I can even trust Rosé now."

"Don't say that," Lisa interjects, her tone firm. "Rosé is a great woman. I trust her. You trust her."

I look into her eyes, searching for reassurance. "But she was supposed to be there for me, Lisa. And now... after everything that happened, I just don't know."

Lisa's gaze softens as she reaches out, placing a comforting hand on my knee. "I get it. Trust is hard to rebuild after something like this. But you have to believe that Rosé cares about you. She wouldn't have come for you if she didn't."

Soon, something clicks in my mind, and I jump up from the bed, a wave of realization washing over me. "Lisa!" I exclaim, drawing her attention.

She hums in response, looking curious. "What is it?"

"I think I understand everything now," I say, my heart racing.

"What do you mean?" she asks, her brow furrowing in confusion.

"Isn't it weird that my father forced me to marry you? Isn't it weird that Ella went missing for months but I found her? Isn't it weird that Pranpriya kidnapped me?" My words tumble out in a rush, the pieces of the puzzle clicking together.

Lisa's expression shifts to one of concern. "Are you saying this is all connected?"

"Yeah, it must be," I insist, pacing the room as I think aloud. "Look, I suspected for a while that my father is behind my mother's disappearance, along with Uncle Joon, who is Song Kang's father—the guy who shot me."

Lisa's eyes widen as she processes my words. "So you mean to say that you suspect your Uncle Joon and your father were involved in your mother's disappearance and Ella's trafficking?"

I nod vigorously, my mind racing. "I think it was Pranpriya who gave Ella to them. She must have known what was happening, and now it all makes sense."

Lisa's expression turns predatory, the corners of her mouth curving into a dangerous smirk. "Then I know what to do," she replies, her voice low and filled with determination.

I furrow my brow, watching her intently. "You know I don't like that smirk of yours."

She chuckles softly, brushing my hair back with her fingers. "Maybe not, but it's nice, isn't it?"

I huff in response, feeling my resolve weaken. "You're impossible."

"I know," she replies with a teasing lilt in her voice.

Despite my protests, I can't help but feel a strange comfort in her hold. The movie plays on, but my attention drifts away, lost in the sensation of her touch.

Then, as the movie continues, I feel Lisa's fingers gently threading through my hair, the rhythmic motion calming me more than I'd like to admit. I glance up at her, half-expecting to find her smirking down at me, but instead, she's completely focused on the screen, her expression serious.

"Are you even watching?" I ask, my voice slightly muffled against her shoulder.

"Yeah," she replies, but I can tell she's not really paying attention.

I roll my eyes and shift slightly, trying to get comfortable. "You know this doesn't mean anything, right?"

Her gaze flickers down to me, an eyebrow raised. "Sure, Jen. Whatever helps you sleep at night."

I frown, but before I can respond, she pulls me even closer, resting her chin atop my head. "Just enjoy the moment. It's just us."

"Just us," I repeat, a hint of skepticism in my tone.

"Yes," she insists, giving me a light squeeze. "And you'll thank me for it later."

"Thank you for what? For being a weirdo?" I tease, but there's a part of me that appreciates this unexpected closeness.

"Exactly," she grins, and I can't help but roll my eyes again, even as I feel the corners of my mouth twitching into a smile.

The movie plays on, but my thoughts drift as I settle into her warmth, the world outside fading away. It's just us, tangled together in a way that feels more than just friends, and though I want to deny it, I find myself enjoying every second.

I sit up, rubbing my eyes as the realization sinks in. "Did I seriously fall asleep?" I mutter to myself, annoyed.

Lisa is already awake, leaning against the headboard with a smug grin plastered on her face.

"Morning, sleepyhead," she teases, her tone light and infuriatingly pleased with herself.

I groan, dragging a hand down my face. "You tricked me."

Lisa shrugs nonchalantly. "Not my fault you're weak to my charm."

"You lured me to sleep!" I accuse, narrowing my eyes at her.

She laughs softly. "Hey, you needed it. Plus, you looked adorable passed out on me."

I grab a pillow and chuck it at her head. She dodges with ease, still grinning like the cat that caught the canary.

"Don't ever do that again," I warn, pointing a finger at her.

"No promises," she says with a wink, stretching lazily.

I sigh, frustrated but too tired to argue. "Next time, I'm staying awake no matter what."

"Sure, sure," Lisa hums, clearly not believing a word of it.

I glare at her half-heartedly before getting out of bed. "You're the worst."

"And yet, here you are," she says, grinning wide.

"Yeah, yeah," I mutter as I head to the bathroom, already planning revenge in my mind.

After taking a bath, I throw on some comfortable clothes and head downstairs. The smell of breakfast fills the air—eggs, toast, and something sweet.

Lisa is sitting at the dining table, scrolling on her phone with a cup of coffee in hand. Ella is munching happily on a stack of pancakes.

Lisa glances up when she hears my footsteps. "You finally awake?" she teases.

"Shut up," I mutter, sliding into a seat across from her.

Ella beams at me. "Jennie-unnie! Lisa-unnie made pancakes!"

I raise a brow at Lisa. "You? Cooking?"

Lisa smirks. "Relax, I only flipped them. One of the guys helped with the rest."

I grab a pancake and start eating. "Good, 'cause I wasn't ready to die today."

Lisa chuckles. "You're welcome, by the way."

I roll my eyes but keep eating, the pancakes surprisingly good. Ella chatters happily between bites, and for a moment, it feels... peaceful.

Lisa leans back in her chair, watching me with a small, satisfied grin, like she's already won something.

"Stop looking at me like that," I say, my mouth half-full.

Lisa just shrugs. "Can't help it. You're cute when you eat."

I throw a piece of pancake at her, and she dodges easily, laughing again.

"You're impossible," I grumble, though there's a small smile tugging at my lips.

After breakfast, I grab my bag and head out the door, making my way to college. The morning air is crisp, and the campus is already buzzing with students rushing to their classes. I spot Hanbin and Song Kang by the entrance, waving as they see me approach.

"Hey! Jennie!" Hanbin calls out, grinning.

I wave back, and they both walk over to me. We exchange small talk as we make our way to class, falling into our usual rhythm. It's a nice distraction, especially after all the chaos with Lisa and last night's... unexpected peace.

After college, I'm heading home when my phone rings. I check the screen – it's my grandmother.

"Jennie," her voice is tense, "your grandfather is really angry. Come over. Now."

I hang up, feeling a knot tighten in my stomach, and change course to my old house. When I walk in, I see my grandparents sitting on the couch, expressions grim. My grandfather stands up and approaches me, his face a mix of anger and disappointment.

Without a word, he raises his hand and slaps me hard across the face. I barely have time to react before he slaps me again, his voice trembling with rage.

"You got married to a woman?" he demands, his words cold and sharp. Another slap follows as he glares at me, each one landing with a sting that goes beyond the physical.

My grandmother sits silently, watching with a disapproving look. They hadn't known about my marriage, and now...

As my grandfather's words echo in the room, he raises his hand again. I don't try to stop him—what's the point? I just stand there, taking each slap in silence. My grandmother's cold stare pierces me, her disapproval like a heavy weight in the room.

Finally, he stops, breathing heavily. "I can't believe you've brought this shame upon our family."

I hold back any retort, keeping my gaze low. There's no point in arguing; they wouldn't understand even if I tried.

He takes a step back, disgust clear in his expression. "You're going to end this, Jennie," he says, his tone icy. "Annul the marriage, or you're no granddaughter of mine."

I clench my fists, feeling the sting on my cheek where he slapped me. "It's not that simple," I reply quietly, keeping my tone neutral. They don't know about the circumstances, about the strings my father pulled to force me into this.

He scoffs, shaking his head. "I don't care how difficult it is. Fix it."

I say nothing more, just turn around and walk out of the house, closing the door behind me, the anger and frustration building inside.

I walk to my car, sighing heavily, I raise my arm to open the door. As soon as I touch the door. I feel pain shoot through my head and everything goes black.

I stagger back, disoriented as the darkness slowly fades. I blink a few times, trying to focus on my surroundings. I'm in a dimly lit room that feels cold and damp, the walls made of rough concrete. I attempt to move, but my wrists are tied to the arms of the chair, restricting any effort to escape.

"Nice to see you again, sister-in-law," a voice sneers from the shadows. I recognize it instantly—Pranpriya.

My heart races, anger and fear mixing in a volatile cocktail. "What do you want?" I demand, struggling against the restraints. "Let me go!"

She steps into the light, a smirk on her face, eyes glinting with malice. "Oh, we're going to have some fun, Jennie. You see, Lisa has a lot of enemies, and I just wanted to give her a little surprise."

I grit my teeth, trying to stay calm. "You won't get away with this."

Pranpriya chuckles again, moving closer. "I already have." She leans in, her face inches from mine. "Let's see how much you can take before Lisa comes to rescue you."

I squirm in my seat, instinctively trying to pull away from her. "You're sick!" I snap, anger fueling my resistance.

"Am I?" she muses, tilting her head. "You're the one tied up, after all." She steps back slightly, eyes roving over me as if sizing me up, a predatory glint in her gaze. "But don't worry; I won't hurt you... yet."

I swallow hard, panic threatening to take hold as she circles me, her movements graceful and unsettling. "What do you want from me?"

Pranpriya stops in front of me, a smug smile on her lips. "Just a little game, Jennie. I want to see how long you can last before Lisa comes to save you. I hope she hurries." She steps closer again, brushing her fingers along my arm, sending another wave of revulsion through me.

Pranpriya's lips crash onto mine, and I recoil in shock. My body goes rigid, but her grip is unyielding, forcing me to stay in place. I can't think, can't breathe. Everything starts to blur, and just before darkness engulfs me, I feel her smirk against my lips.

When I finally come to, the world feels hazy and disorienting. My head pounds, and my skin feels unnaturally exposed. I blink rapidly, trying to process my surroundings. The dim light filters through a small window. I'm still binded to the bed

The door creaks open, and Pranpriya steps inside, her smirk widening as she takes in my vulnerable state. "You lips tasted good," she purrs, her voice dripping with sickening satisfaction.

She strides toward me, her eyes glinting with a predatory hunger. I tense up, instinctively pulling away from her as she reaches out, her fingers brushing against my skin. "Let's get you dressed, shall we?"

With an unsettling gentleness, she touches me everywhere, her hands roaming over my body as if she has every right to claim me. I shudder at her touch, revulsion flooding my senses. "Stop!" I manage to choke out, but she only laughs softly in response, undeterred.

She picks up a set of clothes lying nearby, and as she begins to help me into them, I struggle against the ropes binding me to the chair, desperate to escape this nightmare. Her fingers glide over my skin, making my skin crawl as she dresses me in a way that feels like a violation.

Pranpriya suddenly pulls out a baseball bat, and my heart drops into my stomach. "Fuck," I whisper, dread creeping in. First, she beat me with hands. Now this? God, I didn't sign up for any of this.

With a wicked grin, she raises the bat, and the next thing I know, it crashes down against my side, pain exploding through me. I grit my teeth, struggling to stifle a scream. Each hit feels like a shockwave of agony coursing through my body, making it hard to focus. She relishes my pain, laughing as she continues to strike me with increasing ferocity.

"You thought you could escape me?" she taunts, her eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure as she swings the bat again, the impact echoing in the dimly lit room.

Blood splatters on the floor, the warm crimson staining the cold concrete as I struggle to breathe through the pain.

Pranpriya's smirk widens, her eyes glinting with malice. "You're Lisa's sister," she sneers. "I get what she gets. "

Her words cut deeper than any blow, sending a wave of nausea through me. She revels in my despair, her twisted logic a reminder of how cruel the world can be.

"You fool," I sneer, a surge of defiance coursing through me despite the pain. "You got stuck deeper than you think." With a swift movement of my tongue, I push the small transmitter embedded in my tooth, feeling it shift just enough before I spit it out, bloodied but intact.

When a man with a heavy gaze and a sly grin steps a little too close, Lisa's hand tightens protectively on my arm. "Back off," she says quietly but firmly.

He raises his hands in mock surrender, flashing a grin. "Didn't mean any harm, Miss Manoban."

The guy smirks, introducing himself. "I'm Chin," he says, reaching out to touch my arm. His fingers brush against my skin, igniting a spark of discomfort. I smile back, the facade slipping into something fake as I feel the tension in the air shift.

Lisa's expression hardens as she subtly nods to her guard. In an instant, the guard produces a machete, moving with a practiced ease. My heart races as I realize what's about to happen.

With a swift motion, he cuts Chin's hands, the blade slicing through the air with a menacing finality. I flinch, instinctively hiding my face against Lisa's neck, seeking solace from the brutality unfolding.

The room continues its conversations, laughter echoing as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened. I can't help but wonder: is this what it's like to be at a mafia party? The violence so normalized, the chaos just another part of the decorum.

I whisper, "What the fuck, Lisa?"

She shrugs nonchalantly, her gaze still fixed ahead. "He touched you, so I cut his hands."

My eyes widen in disbelief, and I pull back slightly to look at her. "You can't just do that!"

Her expression remains calm, almost amused. "Welcome to my world, Jennie. You're my wife now. I protect what's mine."

I open my mouth to protest but can't find the words. The reality of her world sinks in deeper, and I can't shake the unease churning in my stomach.

Lisa senses my hesitation, her arm tightening around my waist. "Don't overthink it, Jen."

I shoot her a sideways glance, muttering, "Easy for you to say. You're not the one whose sanity is slipping at a crime scene disguised as a party."

Lisa chuckles softly, leaning close to my ear. "This is nothing. You'll get used to it."

I narrow my eyes at her, about to respond, when another guest approaches us. Lisa tenses slightly, her grip on me never loosening.

The man gives Lisa a respectful nod before turning to me with a smile that makes my skin crawl. "It's nice to finally meet the infamous wife."

Lisa's jaw clenches. Before the man can say more, she cuts him off coldly. "She's off-limits. Don't even try."

The man raises his hands in mock surrender. "Relax, Lisa. I just wanted to introduce myself." He glances at me again with a sly grin. "You really do have good taste."

Lisa's eyes darken, and I tug on her arm slightly. "Let it go, Lil," I whisper, hoping to prevent another gruesome scene.

She takes a breath but doesn't release her hold on me. "You're lucky she's asking me to behave."

The man chuckles nervously, sensing Lisa's threat isn't an empty one. With a brief nod, he retreats into the crowd.

I exhale slowly. "This is going to be a long night."

Lisa smirks, kissing the side of my head. "Better get used to it, baby. We're just getting started."

I glare up at her. "Don't call me that."

Lisa chuckles lowly, clearly amused. "What? Baby?"

I scowl. "Yes. That."

Her smirk only grows. "Okay... sweetheart."

I groan, elbowing her side lightly. "You're impossible."

She laughs under her breath, squeezing me closer. "And yet, here you are—stuck with me."

"Unfortunately," I mutter, trying to hide the small twitch of a smile creeping onto my face.

Lisa leans in, her lips brushing my ear. "You love it."

I push her away playfully, muttering, "Keep it up, and I'll disappear into the bathroom for the rest of the night."

Lisa grins, completely unfazed. "You know I'd just follow you."

I roll my eyes and grab a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. "You're so full of yourself."

Lisa smirks, casually draping an arm around my waist again. "Just confident, babe."

"Don't call me that," I mutter, taking a sip.

Lisa's guard approaches, whispering something in her ear. Her expression shifts instantly, sharp and focused. She gives him a slight nod, her hand never leaving my waist.

"What's going on?" I ask quietly.

Lisa leans down, her voice low against my ear. "Business. Just stay close."

I frown. "Define 'business.'"

Before she can answer, a few unfamiliar men enter the room, eyes scanning the party. Lisa tenses beside me, her grip on my waist tightening. "Let's move."

Without waiting for my response, she steers me towards a side door, her demeanor now cold and guarded.

I glance at her. "What's happening, Lisa?"

"Just a precaution," she mutters, glancing around. "I need you out of sight until this is handled."

We step into a dimly lit hallway, and Lisa motions for her guard to follow. "Stay here. Don't move until I come back."

I raise an eyebrow. "You think I'm just going to sit tight while you—"

"Yes," she interrupts firmly, pressing me against the wall. "You are. No arguments."

I glare at her but don't protest further, sensing the urgency in her tone. Lisa cups my chin briefly, her eyes flickering with something unreadable before she turns to her guard.

"Stay with her. No one touches her."

The guard nods, standing at attention. Lisa gives me one last look, then slips back into the chaos of the party, her presence cold and dangerous.

I exhale slowly, my heart pounding. It's never just a celebration with her—it's always more than what it seems.

I lean against the wall, tapping my fingers impatiently. "So, what exactly are we waiting for?" I mutter, glancing at the guard.

He doesn't respond, standing still like a statue. Typical.

Minutes pass, and every sound from the party makes my skin crawl with anticipation. Suddenly, I hear hurried footsteps. I tense.

Lisa bursts through the door, her expression unreadable. "We need to leave. Now."

I push off the wall. "What happened?"

"No time." She grabs my hand, dragging me along the hallway.

We weave through the maze-like halls of the venue, Lisa moving with practiced ease. She pulls me along without a word. The distant sound of chatter and clinking glasses fades as we reach a back exit.

The car waits just outside. Lisa yanks the door open and practically shoves me inside before sliding in after me. She slams the door shut, barking at the driver, "Go."

The car jerks forward, speeding away from the party. I glance back through the rear window, but no one follows.

I turn to Lisa, frustration bubbling up. "What the hell just happened?"

Lisa leans back, closing her eyes for a second. "Some deals went wrong."

"Wrong?" I scoff. "You chopped off someone's hand!"

She opens one eye, unfazed. "He touched you."

"That's not a reason to hack off body parts!" I rub my temple, trying to wrap my head around the insanity. "You're out of control."

Lisa shrugs, nonchalantly brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Touch my wife, pay the price. Simple."

I stare at her in disbelief. "You seriously can't think this is normal."

"Normal?" She leans closer, her voice low. "This is my world, Jennie. You need to get used to it."

I groan, leaning my head back against the seat. "I must be losing my mind."

Lisa smirks, the corner of her mouth quirking up. "Welcome to the club."

I shake my head, exasperated, but when she gently pulls me closer, her hand resting protectively on my thigh, I let her.

We arrive home, and the door clicks shut behind us. Ella is asleep on the couch, bundled under a blanket, her soft breathing filling the quiet room. Lisa's men stand silently near the entrance, giving her a subtle nod as we pass. Without saying a word, Lisa grabs my wrist and drags me upstairs.

She pushes the bedroom door open and flicks the lock with a sharp click. I stand by the bed, arms crossed, watching as she shrugs off her jacket and tosses it carelessly onto a chair.

"Get changed," she mutters, her voice flat. She pulls off her shoes and starts unbuttoning her shirt, acting like everything's normal.

I strip off the dress she made me wear, tossing it aside with a frustrated sigh. "We need to talk about what happened tonight, Lisa."

"Later," she says, yanking her shirt off. "It's done. What's there to talk about?"

"You cut off a man's hands."

"He touched you," she says matter-of-factly, like it's the most logical thing in the world.

I scoff, stepping toward her. "So you just... maim someone? That's your solution?"

Lisa shrugs, unbothered. "In my world? Yeah."

I glare at her, clenching my jaw. "Well, I'm not part of your world."

Her gaze darkens as she steps closer, almost backing me into the wall. "You sure about that?"

I narrow my eyes but don't move. "You can't keep acting like this, Lisa. I didn't ask for your protection."

Her hand shoots up, grabbing my wrist, but not harshly. "I didn't ask for you to jump into this mess either," she mutters, her voice low and controlled.

We stand there, tension heavy between us. Neither of us says a word for a moment. Then she lets go of my wrist with a huff, running a hand through her hair.

"Get some sleep," she says, turning away. "We'll figure this out tomorrow."

I roll my eyes and mutter, "Yeah, like we always do."

Lisa pauses for a moment, her back to me, as if she wants to say something else—but instead, she pulls the blanket off the bed and throws it toward me. Without another word, she collapses onto the other side of the bed, keeping her distance.

Fine by me. I lie down, pulling the blanket over myself, my back turned to her. Whatever happens next, it's not going to be easy.

Lisa shifts behind me, and before I can react, her arm snakes around my waist, pulling me firmly against her chest. Her breath is warm against my ear as she whispers, "I'm sorry."

I stiffen, my hands gripping the edge of the blanket. "Don't hug me," I murmur, trying to keep my voice steady.

She hums softly, unfazed. "You can't stop me," she says, her voice low, almost teasing.

I twist in her grip, struggling to free myself, but she tightens her hold, locking me against her body. Her arm stays wrapped around my waist like a vice, her other hand resting on my shoulder to keep me close.

"Lisa, let go," I hiss, wriggling to create some distance.

"No." Her voice is calm, almost lazy, but her grip doesn't falter.

I push at her arm, but it's like trying to move stone. She pulls me even tighter against her, resting her chin on my shoulder.

"Just stay," she whispers, her breath warm against my neck.

I stop struggling, exhaling sharply. "You're impossible," I mutter.

Lisa hums again, satisfied with her victory, her thumb gently brushing along my side. "I know," she whispers smugly.

For a moment, we just stay like that—her arms locked around me, my back pressed against her.

"You do know this doesn't mean anything, right?" I say quietly, not turning to face her.

She chuckles softly, the sound vibrating against my back. "Of course. No love or anything, just... this."

I scoff. "Whatever this is."

Her grip relaxes slightly, but she doesn't let go completely. "Get used to it, Jen. I'm not going anywhere."

I roll my eyes. "We'll see."

She shifts slightly, making herself comfortable while keeping me close. Her warmth is almost comforting, though I won't admit that out loud.

I blink my eyes open to find Lisa hovering over me, concern etched across her face. "Jen, you're shaking," she says, her voice low and soothing.

I sit up quickly, pushing the blankets off me. My heart races as I try to shake off the remnants of the nightmare that still cling to my mind like a bad aftertaste. "What time is it?" I ask, my voice a little unsteady.

"Just past three," she replies, still watching me closely. "What happened?"

I shake my head, unwilling to delve into the details. "Nothing. Just a dream."

Lisa reaches out, her hand brushing against my arm, grounding me. "You're sweating, too. Are you sure you're okay?"

I pull my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around them. "Yeah, just a nightmare."

She moves closer, her presence somehow both calming and unnerving. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I hesitate, searching for the right words. "No, I don't want to think about it."

Lisa nods, understanding. "Alright, but if you need anything..." She trails off, giving me a reassuring look.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. "Thanks, Lisa."

She gives me a soft smile, and despite the heaviness still hanging in the air, I feel a flicker of comfort in her presence. "I'm right here, okay? You're safe."

"I don't wanna sleep," I say, my voice firm as I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, planting my feet on the floor.

Lisa raises an eyebrow, clearly surprised. "You're not tired?"

I shake my head. "Not after that. I need to do something. I can't just lie there."

She studies me for a moment, then nods. "Alright, what do you want to do?"

I glance around the room, searching for a distraction. "Maybe we can watch a movie or something?"

"Sounds good," Lisa replies, pushing herself off the bed. "Let me grab my laptop."

I stand up, pacing a bit as I wait for her. The remnants of the nightmare still swirl in my mind, and I need to shake it off.

When Lisa returns with her laptop, she settles next to me on the bed, and I can feel the warmth radiating from her. "What do you want to watch?" she asks, scrolling through her files.

"Something funny. I need a good laugh."

She grins, selecting a comedy and setting it up. As the opening credits roll, I can feel myself relaxing a bit, the tension from earlier starting to fade.

Lisa leans back against the headboard, and I take a seat next to her, a comfortable distance apart. The familiar banter and humor on screen help lighten the mood, and I can't help but let out a small laugh.

Midway through the movie, I feel Lisa pulling me into her arms, and before I know it, I'm almost on top of her. Her warmth envelops me, making it hard to focus on the screen. I try to squirm away, but she tightens her grip, patting my back and stroking my hair soothingly.