[✔️]The Bad girl Or The Bestfriend?(Jenlisa)(Liskook)

chapter Forty Four

When Jennie and I came downstairs to the living room again, I made sure to sit on the floor to keep some distance between us. Jennie wasn't pleased with the idea, but I was done sitting in her lap for the day.

The game continued, and it turned dirtier - no thanks to Jimin and Rosé. When Jimin said, 'Never Have I ever sixty-nined' and both Jungkook and Tzuyu took a sip, I actually tasted vomit in my mouth.

And after that I announced, "If we are playing this game, I either need a bucket or I am puking in Jimin's lap."

So, that's how the game stopped. Thank GOD! I didn't need anyone sexual details about anyone's lives, especially not Jungkook's. Shit, that actually kind of hurt but more than that, I was purely grossed out.

Jennie walked home with me, hand in hand as she talked more about her relationship with her Dad and I realised that the man meant the world to her even though he wasn't around much. But Jennie didn't seem to mind, if anything, she seemed so understanding.

On Sunday, I couldn't help but look up Damien Park. As much as I didn't talk about my birth mother in front of anyone, the thoughts of her bothered me. The fact that she offered to stay in contact was still with me, and I considered it so much.

"Where are you lost, hon?" My father asks, as he takes a bite of the roasted chicken he made this evening.

It's a Tuesday night, and he came home extremely early, offering to cook food. And since I had a lot of homework to do, I didn't deny.

"Thinking about Cassandra." I tell him honestly, because if there's one person I don't hide things from - it's my father.

A look of surprise takes over his features but he quickly covers it as he sips on his wine. "What about her?"

"Why did you never marry someone else?"

It's a thought that had been coming up again and again, and even though I know a part of the reason was Cassandra, but after eighteen years, I expect anyone to move on. Even Michael did, after Jisoo's mother died. So, what stopped my father?

He keeps his fork aside as he looks at me from across the table. "Why do you ask?" His full attention is on me, now.

"I've been wondering a lot lately." I shrug, telling him the truth.

He sighs, "I've always been honest to you, Lily, so that's the path I'll choose right now. When she left, I didn't expect her to leave. There was a huge part of me, a foolish part of me that believed those nine months meant something to her and that she would stay, if not for me, then for you."
I dropped my fork as well as I pushed my food plate aside, losing my appetite as I listen to him talk about his feelings, because he doesn't do that often. Guess, I get that from him.

"But it's been eighteen years, Dad. You have to know she's not coming back, right?" I say, my voice gentle because I don't want to offend him.

He offers me a sad smile, "Sweetheart, I knew she wouldn't look back the moment she left the hospital that day."

"Then why didn't you move on?"

He laughs shortly, "I went on dates, I tried to find someone else but no one seemed good enough."

"Good enough for you or good enough for me?" I ask the question that has been tormenting me.

He sighs, looking into my eyes, "For both of us." He admits.

A frustration runs through me, "But Dad, you don't have to put your life on a pause for me. You've done that enough, you realise that? Cassandra's not coming back to us. She asked me to stay in contact, and as much as I would love that, it wouldn't be fair to you."