Her Voice 2 [JENLISA]

Chapter 15

Feel free to not read this chapter(for the Chaesoos >_<)

Rosé

“You shouldn’t be drinking this much.”

I laughed coldly and then chugged down the rest of my drink. Fuck the annoying, preaching voice. It could suck my ass for all I cared.

I was desperate to sink into the reverie this drink would bring me. It would all be better, peaceful and silent. Just for a few hours, even though I knew I’d only feel even worse when the effect of the alcohol wore off. It always made me feel crappier, disgusted by myself for being so weak. For turning into someone else…for turning toward something that only made me more miserable.

Alcohol wasn’t the answer to my solution. Being drunk didn’t really help.

But for a few hours, it was our greatest solace.

Hence why I was here.

Taking another deep breath, I took another sip from my glass.

I heard a sigh from behind me but ignored it. Placing my glass down, I grabbed the bottle instead and brought it to my lips, lounging back against the couch at the same time.

“Drinking won’t solve your problem,” the annoying voice muttered again.

I turned to face the person and threw her my meanest glare, still holding the bottle to my lips. Bite me, asshole. She arched an eyebrow, but otherwise, her expression stayed blank. I didn’t know how she pulled that off every time, but one would think she was completely emotionless. A damn robot, maybe. Kinda sexy, though. But her cousin was much hotter.

Fuck. That thought made me tilt the bottle and take a huge gulp. The alcohol burned my throat, and I almost choked, my eyes tearing up. I blinked, sputtered, and then swallowed against the burning sensation.

Jisoo sat down opposite me before taking the bottle from my hand. It almost spilled on my clothes, but lucky her, it didn’t. If it had, I would have ripped her fucking fingers off.

“How dare you…” I growled, reaching for my bottle again.

She tsked and slapped my hand away. That actually hurt, but she didn’t seem to care. Asshole. Instead, Jisoo brought the bottle to her mouth and ended up chugging some of the scotch down her own throat.

“Aww. Are we bonding over scotch?” I provoked, feeling the intense need to start a fight. When she didn’t hand it back to me, I grew angrier.

“That’s mine,” I hissed, reaching for it again. I needed it. I desperately needed it.

I needed to forget.

Needed the pain to go away.

I needed to sleep. Sleep without it hurting so much. Sleep without silently crying and wishing for the tears to stop. But I was just so damn weak.

Weak. Helpless. Weak. Hopeless. Weak. Lame. Weak. A coward.

A stupid, stupid young girl who fell in love.

And it destroyed her.

“Stop being a bitch,” she muttered back, keeping the bottle away from my grasp.

“Stop being a hypocrite.” How dare she judge me when she was just the same?

I hated people like her. I hated her. Jisoo. Because she reminded me so much of her.

Moonbyul Kang.

My mistake.

Once upon a time, she was my consolation. She was the beat of my heart. And then…she became just another mistake.