Cinnamon girl | Chaelisa

Habit

Sorry for being gone for so long, decided I'll finally finish this book!

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The next day at school, Lisa found it hard to focus on her classes. Her thoughts kept drifting back to the previous night's conversation with Chaeyoung.

She could still hear the vulnerability in Chaeyoung's voice, see the fear in her eyes when she talked about Jungkook. Lisa knew she had to help her, but the path forward was murky.

During lunch, Lisa sat with her best friend, Jisoo, who was absorbed in her phone. Lisa picked at her food, her mind elsewhere.

"Hey, are you okay?" Jisoo finally asked, looking up from her screen. "You seem... distracted."

Lisa forced a smile. "Just a lot on my mind."

Jisoo frowned, concern evident in her eyes. "Anything you want to talk about?"

Lisa glanced across the cafeteria. Chaeyoung was sitting with Jungkook, who had his arm draped possessively around her shoulders. They looked like the perfect couple, but Lisa knew better. She watched as Jungkook whispered something in Chaeyoung's ear, his hand tightening on her shoulder. Chaeyoung smiled, but it was strained and didn't reach her eyes, and Lisa noticed the subtle flinch when his grip became too firm.

"No, not really," Lisa replied, tearing her gaze away. "Just some stuff I need to figure out."

Jisoo nodded, sensing that Lisa wasn't ready to share. "Well, if you need anything, I'm here."

"Thanks, Jisoo," Lisa said, grateful for her friend's support. She knew she had to come up with a plan to help Chaeyoung, but it felt like walking a tightrope. One wrong move, and everything could come crashing down.

Chaeyoung's POV

After school, Jungkook offered Chaeyoung a ride home. She accepted, not wanting to arouse his suspicion. The ride was tense, the silence heavy with unspoken words. Chaeyoung stared out the window, her mind racing.

"So, what's been going on with you lately?" Jungkook asked, breaking the silence. His tone was casual, but Chaeyoung knew better than to let her guard down.

"Nothing much," she replied, keeping her voice steady. "Just school stuff."

Jungkook's eyes flicked to her briefly before returning to the road. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

Chaeyoung nodded, forcing a smile. "Of course."

But the truth was, she couldn't. Jungkook's possessiveness had only grown worse over time. He demanded to know where she was at all times, who she was with, and what she was doing. His temper was becoming increasingly unpredictable, and the smallest things could set him off.

Jungkook's hand reached out, resting on her knee. His grip was firm, almost painful. "You're mine, Chaeyoung. Remember that."

She swallowed hard, nodding. "I know."

As they pulled up to her house, Chaeyoung's mind raced. She had to find a way out of this, but she couldn't do it alone. Lisa's face flashed in her mind, a beacon of hope amidst her turmoil. Maybe, just maybe, there was a way to break free. But it would require careful planning and, above all, trust.

Jungkook parked the car and turned off the engine. He looked at Chaeyoung with a smirk. "Hey, why don't I come in for a bit? We could have some fun."

Chaeyoung's heart skipped a beat. She forced a smile, trying to hide her anxiety. "I have a lot of homework to catch up on," she lied, hoping it would be enough to dissuade him.

Jungkook's smile faded, his expression hardening. "Are you sure? You don't want to spend some time with your boyfriend?"

"I really need to study," she insisted, her voice trembling slightly. "Maybe another time?"

He stared at her for a moment, his grip tightening on her knee. "Fine," he said, his tone cold. "But don't make a habit of this."

"Of course not," Chaeyoung replied quickly, relieved when he finally let go.

"See you tomorrow," Jungkook said, leaning in to kiss her. Chaeyoung accepted the kiss, her stomach churning with dread.

"See you," she replied, stepping out of the car. As she walked to her door, she felt Jungkook's eyes on her, a constant reminder of the precarious situation she was in.

Inside, she leaned against the door, taking a deep breath. The battle ahead was daunting, but for the first time, she felt a glimmer of hope. And that hope was named Lisa.