Revive //A Jeon Jungkook Fanfic\\

Chapter: 3

Lydia's POV:

It's been a few days since the restaurant incident and I've been trying to keep myself busy. Gemma is staying with them currently so I've been going out of my way to avoid them. 

 

Every day I spend the maximum of my time in the office, working on new designs and I am usually the last one to leave. The bin in my room is overflowing with crumbled papers of sketches cause somehow the one colour I can pick is either grey or black. 

 

But since we share the same circle, word always gets around and so I'm constantly reminded how this is all a reality and not just my worst nightmare, and also  how 'oh so in love' the both of them are. 

 

I've been trying my best to avoid them and not think about Mason at all. But it's hard. I know I need to let go of him but I can’t because somehow, my heart is still waiting for the impossible to happen. Like this is all just a bad dream and when I wake up things will be back to the way they were and maybe Mason will realize that he loves me too. 

It's so damn hard not to run to him whenever something good or bad happens, to imagine that the only person I want to share everything with is the one I can't have. 

 

I sigh and then press my hand on my forehead to try and ease the headache that I knew is coming but to no avail. 

 

I have been working on this one design since yesterday but somehow, I just don't seem to like it. I feel like something is missing. 

It's nothing extravagant, just a dress that I hope to wear to Mason's birthday on the weekend.  

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It's Friday, the day before Mason's 25th birthday. I'm currently in the workshop finalizing everything for the coming launch when I'm informed of a visitor. 

 

That's strange I thought. Because I hardly had any visitors except my mom, colleagues and occasionally Bella but everybody knows them. I sign the few files that needed my signatures and then headed towards my office. 

 

I was surprised to see Gemma staring at some of my designs on my sketchbook when I arrived. A wave of unpleasantness washed over me as I watched her snooping through my stuff.

 

My heels must've made a sound because she looked up and beamed at me. 

 

" I was told you were talented but I didn't know you were actually that good, however I shouldn't be surprised considering how well you dress" 

 

What was she doing here in the first place? I wanted to ask her but instead I opted for a 

 

"Thank you but you are too kind" my voice was monotone, almost uninterested.

 

" No actually some of these designs are simply gorgeous, I'm glad Mason asked me to come to you."

 

Now that caught my attention. My eyebrow raised in curiosity. Mason sent her to me? But why? And how'd he know if I were any good? A hundred questions were swarming my mind but I couldn't ask them as the said person was not even present.