𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓴 𝓞𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓽𝓼

Fractured Promises

Lisa Manoban x Female Reader

Synopsis: As you wait for Lisa to come home, the weight of her absence and rising fame threatens to shatter your relationship, forcing a heart-wrenching confrontation that will change everything forever

This was requested and in my drafts so I hope I did okay, if any of you guys do have requests of the girls , please do let me know.
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There's a heaviness in the air as you sit on the couch, staring at the door. It's become an all-too-familiar routine—the waiting. The long hours of wondering whether tonight would be the night Lisa finally walked through that door, or if you'd fall asleep alone again, surrounded by the silence of a life once shared.

You glance at your phone—still no message. She'd said she'd be home tonight, that she missed you. That small message had tugged at your heart in ways you weren't proud of. You wanted to believe her—needed to believe her. Because that's what you had always done, even as her promises began to feel as hollow as this apartment.

Lisa wasn't the same girl she was when you first met her, and in your heart, you knew you weren't the same either. She was soaring, her name shining brighter than ever. BLACKPINK was at the pinnacle of global fame, and her solo work was rocketing her even higher. But for every inch of success she gained, it felt like you lost her a little more.

You used to laugh at the thought. The idea of losing Lisa seemed impossible. You were the person she came home to, the one who grounded her when the spotlight felt too bright. But lately, that light had drawn her so far away, you weren't even sure if she remembered what life was like outside of it.

Your thumb scrolls absentmindedly through the old photos on your phone, memories of happier times. The two of you at some tiny café in Seoul, laughing over iced coffee. Her hair was brown then, a soft shade that framed her face perfectly, making her look effortlessly stunning. Back then, her life felt more balanced. The group was busy, sure, but there was still time for you—time for both of you.

Now? Now, it was all about schedules, meetings, promotions, and collaborations. And each time you tried to talk about it, about how distant everything felt, she'd brush it off. She'd smile that familiar smile, tell you that she just needed to get through this next wave of projects and then things would be better.

But it never got better.

The sound of a key turning in the lock pulls you out of your thoughts. Your heart jumps slightly—hope, it seems, is a stubborn thing. The door opens slowly, and there she is. Lisa steps in, her brown hair loosely tied back, dressed in a casual hoodie and jeans. Her tired eyes meet yours for a brief second before she quickly looks away, closing the door behind her. The excitement you once felt when she came home has long faded into a dull ache.

You want to smile, to tell her how much you've missed her, but the words are stuck somewhere between frustration and sadness.

"Hey," she says quietly, kicking off her shoes and setting her bag down near the door.

"Hey," you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.

She hesitates for a second, glancing at you, but you can see the exhaustion in her posture, the way her shoulders slump as if the weight of the world is too much to bear. You used to be the one who helped lift that weight, but now you weren't sure she even remembered you were here.

"Long day?" you ask, though you already know the answer.

She nods, moving towards the couch but stopping short of sitting next to you. "Yeah... Jisoo, Jennie, and Rosé—they're all gearing up for a couple of new projects. We've been rehearsing nonstop."