MAIN CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ADULTS.
Jungkook will never forgive Lisa for what she did to him many years ago, no matter how stuck they are together. Nor his honor or loyalty will hold him back from doing what he has to do. But Lisa is a player...
HELLO HELLOOOOOOOOO how are you all my loves? shocked? me too. idk who is this inspired person updating so soon BUT WE WON'T TAKE HER FOR GRANTED, WE PUT HER TO WORK AND SHE WROTE
this one made me giggle
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Park Bogum was such a sweetheart, as easy as that.
When he entered her shop, looking for her, clients and employees gasped, gushing at how handsome he was.
Lisa was having a cup of tea with chips as a late (unhealthy) breakfast in her office, noting down with her pink pen (Marie from the Aristocats in the tip) all the things she had to take into account for the wedding and all the random ideas that came into her mind (she was so inspired) when Bogum knocked on her door and Sorn entered with him. She was actually shocked by such a sweet presence. She never expected such a level of puppy round eyes. They were as shiny as Jungkook's.
He spoke softly, his voice was very deep and clear yet it felt like a shy purr, and his smile was like he was holding back from grinning all the time. He introduced himself very politely, he admitted to being a fan and Lisa didn't even read his resume, just hired him on the spot, while telling Sorn to close her mouth because flies were going to enter.
Her Thai friend blushed terribly and slapped her arm for embarrassing her but she just giggled devilishly.
Since Lisa had a very packed schedule that morning, he immediately took Bogum with her. He was flustered to be working so suddenly, but she appreciated his good attitude and availability despite the nerves. He nodded to everything she said, carried her purse, and her files and followed her through 4 vintage stores in very far spots in the city, all while listening to her ramble about what he was supposed to do as an assistant, especially now that her wedding was so close.
"Oh! Congratulations!" He exclaimed. "I forgot to tell you earlier."
Lisa waved her hand dismissively, not even taking her attention off the vintage Dior jacket she'd just found. "It's a farce, Bogum-ssi."
"Oh?"
She brought a forefinger to her lips and glanced at him playfully, she could swear he blushed a bit. "It's a secret though."
He blinked many times, startled by the sudden trust put in him and, well, the situation. Not every day you find out your boss is in an arranged marriage, not every day she just says it like it's nothing. Thankfully, he didn't ask questions and accepted it, also putting his finger in front of his lips and nodding seriously like she just told him to murder someone and make it discreet.
Lisa giggled. Ah, wasn't he cute?
"What do you think? Should I restore this?" She wondered then, putting the jacket in front of her body.
He gave her a blank look, this was beyond his offered skills as an assistant apparently. "Hmm... I don't know?"
She clicked her tongue thoughtfully and checked the jacket again. The design by Galliano was noticeable, the pattern was very y2k and it would sell, the missing buttons were easily replaceable, but that oil stain in the corner wasn't going to wash off...
