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Jisoo


Lisa was dangerously close to the type of woman I'd fall for.

There was a reason she attracted me the first night we met. It wasn't just her appearance. Her tall, attractive body and lean muscles. Her serious eyes and dark chocolate mess of a hair.

It was...her bottled rage, and how she didn't bother to hide it.

I had dated in the past. Nice people. The ones who acted sweet even if I was upset. The ones who kept a safe distance when I asked them to stay away. But that just made me more miserable.

Maybe because they reminded me how my whole life, I had done the same. I had to stay happy to not upset my mom. I had to be sweet. Had to smile even though all I wanted was to bawl my eyes out. I couldn't stay with nice ones, because nice people acted just like me.

That's why I loved that Lisa wasn't always nice to me. I loved that she didn't hide what she thought or how she felt, even if it made me mad, I didn't care. She lived how I dreamed to live one day. I could only hope one day to be that free. And I didn't want to ruin our friendship.

So Monday after work, I kept my distance. After a brief chat in the kitchen, I said I have to edit the pictures we took over the weekend. It wasn't a complete lie. I just didn't tell her I'd stayed up until 3 last night editing them already, and spent all day at work today doing the same.

It was around 9, and the string lights glowed warmly on my cinnamon sheets. Lofi music played on Spotify, and I was scrolling on Instagram to keep up with the competition. We had a long way to go.

Others vacationed in Greece, swam in crystal blue pools, had breakfast in marble mansions. They drove on the coastline with a sports car hood off, smiling in designer sunglasses. Meanwhile, I hid behind my hair and hands in every photo.

I'd told her if this didn't yield any monetary results within two months, I'd move out. These cute pictures would boost my engagement, but it wouldn't be enough.

I needed something more.

Of course, a thirst trap of her would take care of it, but I couldn't ask him. It was bad enough I was objectifying her as a fake girlfriend. So I decided to sort of try my own thirst trap.

Fast forward twenty minutes later, I was in silky black pajama shorts and a lace, open-back camisole. It was the sexiest thing I owned, and when I looked in the mirror, I liked it. I just hoped it also worked in the pictures. Everything was different on camera.

The idea was to pretend to read a book in bed, with the candles and plants above the headboard. I was setting up my phone on a tripod in front of the bed and-

"Jisoo? You asleep?" Lisa knocked and I jumped out of my skin..

What did she want?!

"One sec!" I scuttled to the door, back to bed, threw a blanket over me, looking like a crackhead superhero, then ran back to the door and open it just a little. "What's up?"

"Hey, have you had dinner? Rosé's here and she wants potatoes. You want me to make some for you?"

I couldn't believe how handsome she looked in a plain gray shirt and a pair of old black sweats. Her hair was damp from a shower, the bangs falling over her forehead.

"No..." I admitted with guilt. "I'm okay, thank you though."

"You sure?" She furrowed his brows. "Aren't you hungry?"

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