CRY FOR ME

CHAPTER-17 You like me but you love my Chanel bags more

"Don't act like you don't love me." Jennie slurs, talking to particularly no one.

Gently caressing the pink cardigan with her fingers (which she had swore to not wear again to Jin), vision blurring, the flashing little dotting in her eyesight as the rough pattern soothes and knots resemble a plain fabric,
"I know, baby you do, you love me." she smirked and stretched her hands.

The chilled beer numbs the area of her hand where she is holding it and her brain too. Sitting on the bar stool, she watches the person she claims to be in love working.

Even after three hours in the shift, in between the dozens of drunkard people, chaos and stress, her love looks stunning, too stunning to be real.

She chuckled to herself, sitting in the mini black dress, straight long hairs, nails done, six feet Chanel heels. Partially Jennie is aware of all the dirty smirks and nasty comments thrown towards her but she doesn't mind any of it simply because the one who consumes scum will spur scum. These men may reduce her to a piece of meat but what's the point of reacting to the words of men who can't even achieve one percent of what she did.

It's a local bar. Jennie would have died instead of coming here but love can drive a man or in this case a woman crazy. So there is she, sitting in the petty run out bar, staring at the bartender with heart on her sleeves.

Phone in lap buzzed with Soekjin's message asking her to join him and Namjoon for dinner. She picked her phone and clicked a photo of her and her beer instead and sent it with a message 'here, this will keep you company'.

Now that Jennie has opened her phone's camera, she might as well retouch his lipstick, it's by Chanel CHERRY N254.

In the harsh glow of the bar, the rush and crowd contrasts the way Jennie is calmly sitting with her phone camera opened. A faint smile playing on her lips. With one hand, humming the blasting music, she unscrewed the cap of her favourite lipstick. She prefers the smoothening perfect matte look. The light heavy red lightning against her fair skin.

The lipstick smells like faint cherries, the smooth and creamy texture familiar against her lips. The lipstick enhances her features. Jennie breaks into a soft smile looking at herself in the reflection on the screen with satisfaction and confidence.

Packing her lipstick away, Jennie's gaze returns back to the bartender who is serving someone.

She raised her one hand with a smirk, she tilted her head a little left and called out to the lady with a wink, "miss? One margarita, straight up."

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(Jungkook went to check who's at the gate.)

The bare soul of wind must have been pleased for it to blow in such a delightful manner but it only bruised the tender heart of Taehyung.

The softness of the cushion against the wounded is as killing as a sharp knife piercing through the heart. The gentle wind came to caress, come to please, only hurt and mock the growing bizarre contrast of emotions he is feeling.

The night grows stronger with every gust of wind, darker than blue, blue is as fearsome as black. The illusionary colour of sky did distract Taehyung as he remembered how he and his friend once fought because Taehyung being the dumb music loving kid he was, fought with her, saying the colour of sky is black but she was so clear it's blue.