Fools & Feelings ✔️

Feelings #7

22/12/02

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Lisa stirred awake, groggily taking in the sound of running water from the bathroom. Her eyes drifted to the digital clock on the nightstand—4:37 a.m. The empty space beside her on the bed confirmed what she already suspected: Jungkook was up. Of course, he was.

Jungkook had always been a morning person, effortlessly disciplined, the complete opposite of her eternal struggle with early hours. She sat up, brushing her fingers through her messy hair, silently thanking her miraculous alcohol metabolism for sparing her from a hangover.

As she moved around the room, her reflection caught her eye in the full-length mirror by the wardrobe. She paused, her lips curving into a small smile. Dressed in one of Jungkook's oversized sweaters, she looked tiny but oddly comfortable, the fabric drowning her frame in a way that felt... cozy.

Her gaze lingered on herself for a moment before she headed to the bathroom. She splashed cold water on her face and studied her reflection in the mirror. For someone who had been tipsy beyond reason just hours ago, she looked surprisingly fresh—except for the faint shadows under her eyes.

But no amount of fresh-faced deception could erase the thoughts storming through her mind. Last night had been a turning point. Playtime's over, she thought grimly. She had let herself fall too far, too deep.

Her hands trembled as they fidgeted with the hem of Jungkook's sweater. She couldn't ignore the truth any longer. They were never supposed to happen. They were destined for someone else. Anything beyond this fleeting moment was nothing but a foolish fantasy.

Falling for him was something she had always needed to forfeit—a temptation she couldn't afford to indulge. After all, loving the enemy was never meant to be. The lines were never supposed to blur, never supposed to meet.

Her chest tightened as she slowly discarded her clothes. The cold porcelain beneath her feet grounded her momentarily, but her resolve wavered as she stepped toward the shower. Steam billowed out as she pushed open the door, the scent of soap mingling with the humid air.

The sound of the water stopped, and Jungkook turned at the sound of the door opening. "Lisa." His voice was soft, laced with surprise and hesitation.

Lisa froze. There he stood, water cascading down his toned body, the sight enough to make her cheeks flush a deep red. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry.

"I told you," she said, her voice steady despite the chaos in her chest. "I wasn't drunk last night."

Jungkook averted his gaze, jaw tightening as he fought to keep himself composed. "Lisa," he started, but the words died on his lips when she stepped closer, placing her hands on either side of his face.

"Can we... can we just forget everything else?" she whispered. "Just this once. It might be our last."

His brows knit together, his internal struggle palpable. "As if I'd ever let it be the last," he muttered, but even as he said it, he carefully placed her hands back at her sides.

Lisa's chest rose and fell with uneven breaths, her eyes locking onto his. "It has to be, Jungkook," she said, her voice cracking.

Her words broke something inside him. He stepped back, running a hand through his damp hair, but the intensity in his gaze burned into her. "You said my name," he murmured, almost in disbelief.

The sound of his name from her lips shattered his restraint. With one swift movement, he pulled her closer, their bodies colliding in a way that felt both dangerous and intoxicating.

"And I'll say it again," she whispered, her fingers brushing over his damp skin. Her boldness sent a shiver down his spine, and before he could stop himself, his lips crashed against hers.

The kiss was a storm—wild, consuming, and unstoppable. He lifted her effortlessly, pinning her against the shower wall, the heat between them almost unbearable. "Lisa," he groaned, her name a mix of agony and desire as her legs wrapped around him.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice strained, his control fraying at the edges.

Instead of answering, Lisa tilted her head, capturing his lips once more. In that moment, reason didn't matter. Reality didn't matter. All that existed was the magnetic pull between them, the surrender to a longing they could no longer ignore.

There was no denying to it. Lisa was well informed. It all began with her—her reckless thoughts and foolish emotions.

That one kiss, one moment of weakness, and now she was trapped. There was no turning back, no escaping the consequences. So foolish and so damn stupid. Lisa knew, deep down, she'd spend an eternity chasing something that was never meant to be.