𝐎𝐡 𝐌𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫

27

Looking back at the seated blonde with a sly smile. “What if Jennie found out, ” Wendy inquires watching Jisoo slowly grasping the glass of shots

“Are you going to tell her ?” Jungkook asks

“Nope, ” She promised if Jennie found out what they were about to do her dearest friend won’t bother to hear anything before restricting them all from the Dance team. Jennie Kim doesn’t like traitors.

Wrapping his arms around Yeri’s shoulder the trio braced themselves and went to the corner seat.  The intoxicated scent of alcohol coalesced with sweat ambiguous the air steadfastly holding the girls closer to him. They pass the bodies of drunken enraptured students. If someone gets lost in the crowd now there’s no way to get back.

Standing in front of the girls showing their equipped stiff upper lips smiles when Jungkook brings up the topic of why Lisa isn’t drinking, Jisoo gazes up at her in a tint of suspicion, raising an eyebrow and holding out a glass, she brings it closer to the girl beside. 

Everyone’s stares impaled Lisa in her place. She eyed Jennie’s friend they’re doing it on purpose but why? aren’t they supposed to help her? Jisoo’s scanty hands were ungrudgingly waiting to take the drink she just offered. With an awkward smile, shaking hands raise to grab the small glass from its holder. “Lisa? ” seizing another drink Jisoo gently toast with hers. 

Jennie’s voice reiterates in her mind. ‘Whatever happens, don’t drink it .’

 

There is one chance to drop the plan and get back to her dorm but if she doesn’t do what Jennie wanted. The fierce rage of The Queen Bee won’t let her step inside YG ever again. Her opportunity of finishing studies she can’t let go away, not so easily she has come so far to be here.  Nodding her head to make up her mind the first two bitter sips of the alcohol burned down her taste buds, she devoured it.  A cheeky grin swaddles her nerves. “Here cheers.” Jisoo chuckles

Squeezing her eyes she beams tongue tingles around the liquor as she licks them clean. “Cheers,”.

Tantalizing nebulosity impulses ramp their senses as she stumbled to gulp the last shot of glass head hazed around tethering her consciousness, lungs emitted a hollow hiss refusing to fill, stirring her heart full of breaths to alleviate the logics she snuffle luring for doses of oxygen head twinge clutching her temple digging her fingertips into her hair she whimpered the liquors are taking hold of sanities hitting every cranial nerve.

“Lisa,” A voice whispers her name closer to her ear causing her to secure away. “You o—okay,” hands held onto hers gently

Cracking her half-lidded eyes. “Ji-Jisoo," words slur inching forward to the rich citrus and jasmine scent of Dior growing stronger. “Let’s dance,” she rasped.

No protest could turn her back, batching tightly to lithe hands she pushed inadvertent individuals’ heat grovel over her body clothes never to feel so hot to wear temptations burned to her skin lulling the sacred contemplation deep down romped hostile to each other without opinions, loud music onslaught her auricles. Red amber is rampant over faces, mischief sparkles to eyes, lips twitched up as hands slipped beneath the neatly tucked jacket of Jisoo.

Lalisa Manoban won’t turn her back.

“Something is wrong,” Yeri voiced, twirling her gaze across the middle of the dance floor. “She seems different after getting drunk.”

“Let’s go, we have to tell Jennie before we lose her,” Jungkook affirmed. Hastily steps moved forth toward the group. “Hey, Jen Jen,” he called, trying to sound as casual as possible.