Loving The JEON

CHAPTER 4:-

"Bambam is just a friend," I murmur.

Jungkook turns and gazes at me, his eyes dark and guarded, giving nothing away. His mouth - oh, his mouth is distracting, and unbidden. I remember it on me - everywhere. My skin heats. He shifts in his seat and frowns.

"Those beautiful eyes look too large in your face, Lalisa. Please tell me you'll eat."

"Yes, Jungkook, I'll eat," I answer automatically, a platitude.

"I mean it."

"Do you now?" I cannot keep the disdain out of my voice. Honestly, the audacity of this man - this man who has put me through hell over the last few days. No, that's wrong.

I've put myself through hell. No. It's him. I shake my head, confused.

"I don't want to fight with you, Lalisa. I want you back, and I want you healthy," he says softly.

What? What does that mean? "But nothing's changed." You're still fifty shades.

"Let's talk on the way back. We're here."

The car pulls up in front of the gallery, and Jungkook climbs out, leaving me speechless. He opens the car door for me, and I clamber out.

"Why do you do that?" My voice is louder than I expected.

"Do what?" Jungkook is taken aback.

"Say something like that and then just stop."

"Lalisa, we're here. Where you want to be. Let's do this and then talk. I don't particularly want a scene in the street."

I flush and glance around. He's right. It's too public. I press my lips together as he glares down at me.

"Okay," I mutter sulkily. Taking my hand, he leads me into the building.

We are in a converted warehouse - brick walls, dark wood floors, white ceilings, and white pipe work. It's airy and modern, and there are several people wandering across the gallery floor, sipping wine and admiring Bambam's work. For a moment, my troubles melt away as I grasp that Bambam has realized his dream. Way to go, Bambam!

"Good evening and welcome to Bambam kunpimook's show." A young woman dressed in black with very short brown hair, bright red lipstick, and large hooped earrings greets us.

She glances briefly at me, then much longer than is strictly necessary at Jungkook, then turns back to me, blinking as she blushes.

My brow creases. He's mine - or was. I try hard not to scowl at her. As her eyes regain their focus, she blinks again.

"Oh, it's you, Lisa. We'll want your take on all this, too." Grinning, she hands me a brochure and directs me to a table laden with drinks and snacks. How does she know my name?

"You know her?" Jungkook frowns.

I shake my head, equally puzzled.

He shrugs, distracted. "What would you like to drink?"

"I'll have a glass of white wine, thank you."

His brow furrows, but he holds his tongue and heads for the open bar.

"Lisa!" Bambam comes barreling through a throng of people.

Holy cow! He's wearing a suit. He looks good and he's beaming at me. He enfolds me in his arms, hugging me hard. And it's all I can do not to burst into tears. My friend, my only friend while Rose is away. Tears pool in my eyes.

"Lisa, I'm so glad you made it," he whispers in my ear, then pauses and abruptly holds me at arm's length, staring at me.

"What?"