Stand By You - Jake Wesley Rogers
Lately these days, Jihyo has stopped feeling guilty about things that maybe she should feel guilty for.
It's not like she wanted to, she just didn't feel it.
Well to be fair, when it came to things involving Jimin and Taemin in relations to their distress, it was like her emotions for other things besides them faded away. She didn't care to who she would hurt or explode in rage to defend them; they're all she cares about after all. Whether they're wrong or right, she will go to great lengths against whatever odds to make sure no one messes with them without crossing over her first.
Is she losing her touch for empathy towards other people? Who knows.
Or maybe she just lost hope for any other person to treat her precious souls better than she can.
At the end of the day, they're all she needs and cares for; just Jimin and Taemin. Everyone else are just cycles of life, they come and go, they always do.
Now she's here, in her room, typing away on the computer to search up things to do during her time here with them. Jimin hasn't been doing well, mentally and emotionally, so she has to come up with something so the three can escape just for a moment from this place and focus on other things.
Jimin needs it, shit maybe even Jihyo and Taemin too.
Meanwhile she did that, Lalisa is on her own bed with a deep scowl to her pink lips as she texts on her phone. She's clearly annoyed with Jihyo's aggressive behavior toward her from earlier, but expecting Jihyo to apologize for it would definitely be a waste of time.
Jihyo's not going to because she doesn't see it as something wrong, nor does she feel sorry for it.
She said for Taemin to fuck off, so she'll fuck off instead.
So that's how Jihyo is calm right now as she continues to type away on her laptop before closing it, continuing on her search tomorrow more clear with Taemin, and putting it aside before removing her glasses and puts it on the nightstand too. She gets comfortable on her bed and turns her light off, closing her eyes to get into a deep sleep and think about how to make Jimin's day tomorrow better.
And clearly Lalisa was not having it.
"So you're just going to ignore the obvious problem right now?"
Jihyo remains with her back towards her, eyes closed, "Do you want me to say something princess?"
"Well, how you talked to me earlier was completely disrespectful," It sounded like she shifted on the bed, "And had the audacity to even yank my hair , so yeah, I deserve an apology."
"Ok, sorry."
"You don't even mean that."
"You're right, I don't," And Jihyo sits up, turning her head to look at Lalisa, "When it comes to Taemin and Jimin, I don't fuck around. So you telling Taemin to fuck off sure did piss me off, and I don't regret what I did. So if you're looking for an apology for me defending my friends, go look for it somewhere else."
Lalisa's lips gapped, a sarcastic or maybe offended smile perks her lips as she shakes her head in disbelief, "You know Jimin was wrong in throwing the food to Jeongguk's face-"
"I'm not going to have this conversation with you," Jihyo removes her bed sheets and slides off, "I'm sleeping out."
This made Lalisa get to her feet, "Are you kidding me right now? So you're just going to act like my enemy for a problem that isn't even ours."

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