Not My Type

Swalla la la Pt.1

February 11th, 2019 (8:31am)

The days had gone by rather quickly, turning into weeks after the unexpected turn of events in Roseanne's office, and things seemed to had gone back to their – peculiar – order, in which Lisa found herself spending most nights at Roseanne's disposition.

However it may be the comfort of each other's company in their intimate moments, Lisa still couldn't shake off the awkward feeling she got around the older woman, so she limited her visits to the sole purpose of, as she would so delicately put it, fucking Roseanne's brains out and getting the fuck out of there right after. It didn't come as a surprise though, because the latter had made her intentions and her disdain for the youngster very clear from the beginning, and it wasn't until now that Lisa was catching on.

Although, regardless of their unspoken agreement, and immediately proportionate to Lisa's playful character, she often found herself purposely teasing and annoying Roseanne because, as she said so herself, angry Roseanne was hot.

She wouldn't insist on trying to get to know her though. Fuck that.

One humiliating mistake was enough for her to finally conclude that this situationship was at a dead end. She was never going to go any further with Roseanne, and to be honest, she didn't want that anymore either. The woman was too much to handle – what with the short temper of an angry wildcat, and the venomous spite of a snake.

No, no. Lisa was better off single.

Besides, she had a lot on her plate at the moment, to be focusing on such banalities.

First of all, she had just made a major change in the direction of her career, by choosing Forensic Psychology as her specialty. This presented big challenges that ultimately gave her barely any time to rest during the night, since she basically had one semester to learn what she should've been studying for years.

She wasn't bad at it though – actually, she was quite good and her new professors at the faculty seemed impressed with her. Maybe Roseanne was on to something.

So far, she and her partner, Mina, had succeeded on the first stage of their group project, but she couldn't let her guards down as she had finally witnessed just how meticulously scripted were Ms. Park's tests. Oh, she was in for quite a ride, alright.

But Lisa always loved a good challenge.

Second of all, her close relationships seemed to be going through some rough patches – what with having to help Jimin with his whole scheme, while simultaneously pretending not to know a thing about it, and having to constantly console a distressed Chaeyoung. Honestly, this pathetic ping-pong between the two was starting to get on her nerves, but her extreme loyalty and affection for the both of them had her bound to secrecy. Lisa could only hope for June to come soon.

And not only that, but she had noticed a shift in the dynamics at home, ever since Jungkook dropped a couple of classes and he mostly liked to stay in his room and be left alone. They all knew better than to pressure him into sharing, but that didn't mean they weren't worried for their friend. Especially Bambam, who kept trying to cheer him up but to no avail.

And lastly but definitely not least, there was the spring dance competition coming up in a couple of months, as well as the school's Love Festival dance show on Valentine's Day.

To say that Lisa was excited would be a huge understatement.

Dancing had always been Lisa's escape from reality when things in her life weren't going as planned. And it also helped that she was so naturally good at it – it was like second nature, like she was born for it. And she absolutely loved the incredible feeling of freedom and bliss that she'd get during those few minutes that any popular song these days lasted, but she didn't care. She didn't care because even if just for one minute, she could let go of all her troubles and just move to the beat of the powerful bass drops, and sway to the rhythm and just... just be herself.