Less Than Lovers | LisRene AU

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Light from Lisa's phone filled the dark room. She looked over at the clock. It was almost midnight. She wasn't asleep; she was about to get up anyway, so she grabbed her phone.

Irene: 'Hey, Lisa! Let's do coffee tomorrow?'

Lisa rolled her eyes. It was just two days after seeing her on her date. Irene was a fucking piece of work.

Lisa typed out, 'Can't, I'm busy.' and hit Send. Almost immediately, Irene's response came.

Irene: ':( K, text me when you're free!'

Lisa's thumb hovered over the phone icon, deciding whether or not she should phone her and call her out on her shit, but a voice next to her in bed interrupted her.

"Baby, get off your phone..." the woman said her name was Somi if she remembered correctly. Lisa made a note not to actually call her anything, just in case she was wrong. She wrapped her arm around Lisa's waist; Lisa pulled away.

"I gotta go, babe," Lisa mumbled, getting out of bed and throwing on her clothes, and strapping on her cast. She heard her voice ask her to wait, stay, that she didn't get her number, but Lisa pretended not to hear her and slammed the front door behind her.

She still felt the woman's touch against her skin; for a moment she let herself pretend they were from Irene's hands.

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Lisa fidgeted on the examination table waiting for the doctor. It had been weeks since she last spoke to her. Lisa's pride didn't allow her to text Irene back but after that night but she hadn't heard from the doctor either.

Time did absolutely nothing to lessen the embarrassment over having feelings for someone who didn't give two shits about her.

Much to her disappointment, when Irene came into the examination room, the butterflies came back.

Lisa was screwed. She was so fucked up. She broke her own damn heart and seeing the doctor's beautiful smile, completely unaware that she hurt her, made her feel even more weak and pathetic.

"Hey, Lisa. How's it going? I haven't seen you in a while."

Lisa could barely meet her eyes. "I've been okay."

Irene's eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sure? Is it your leg, are you feeling any pain?"

She has no fucking idea. Lisa snapped. "My leg's alright."

"...Ooookaay," Irene drew out. Lisa looked at her, pointedly in the eyes, which seemed to appease the doctor – slightly. "Well, Lisa, let's get on with your appointment. We don't want to keep Jisoo waiting."

Irene ran through the general checklist. Lisa's responses were short and succinct. The sooner she could get out of here, the sooner she could breathe again.

She is just one of many. She's nothing. She's just a girl. She's no one.

Irene frowned. "Okay, what's going on Lisa?"

"Nothing. I'm fine," she said through gritted teeth.

"You're not yourself." Irene sounded concerned and invested. Lisa seethed. How could she be so thick?!

She glared. "Sweetheart, you don't know me."

Irene's shoulders sagged. "Well, I thought we were changing that?" she asked. Her voice was small, it made Lisa feel better.