MAIN CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE ADULTS.
Jungkook will never forgive Lisa for what she did to him many years ago, no matter how stuck they are together. Nor his honor or loyalty will hold him back from doing what he has to do. But Lisa is a player...
okay so i had so much fun writing this one. like, it was hilarious i know y'all are waiting drama and angst but oh lord... you'll be surprised
thank you for waiting! thank you for being so lovely and i hope this feels like enough after not updating for so long love you!
btw the gala is like jisoo's baby atp, IT'S NEVER FUCKING COMING DAMN
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Lisa was restless.
Lisa was borderline hysterical, actually.
And her smile had turned from "it's such a delight to be involved in this" to "I might haunt your children in their sleep if you turn off the lights." You know, a bit, just a tiiiiny bit, terrorific.
Her fingers were drumming a frantic beat on the folder she was strangling. Her heels were click-click-clicking way too fast on the floor. She was a human-sized panic attack, and luckily for her, Bogum was so hopelessly gone for her that he didn't even care.
He actually thought it was cute.
"I can't believe I forgot the signed contracts," she hissed at herself, digging her fingers into the bridge of her nose. She did that all the time now, thanks to the non-stop headaches. (It was also such a Jungkook move, which made it worse.) "I feel like I take one step forward and four massive steps back. How much harder can this get?" she whined, stomping her foot like a toddler. "Please, the next time I decide this is a good idea, just punch me."
"I'd rather cut my own hand off," Bogum smiled at her, completely and utterly calm. It was, honestly, super annoying.
Why was he so chill when she wanted to rip her hair out, one follicle at a time? The only thing stopping her was the fact she'd look like a plucked chicken, and she'd rather be dead than ugly.
"Don't worry." Bogum put his hand over hers.
"Stop trying to work miracles, Bogummie," she chirped with sweet sarcasm.
He just laughed. "I'll go get them."
Her face melted into real gratitude, and she pouted, squeezing his hand back. "Thank you, thank you, thank you for saving me. Again."
"Always," he promised. "Someone has to, especially when you're like... this," he added, teasing her.
She cringed, tucking her hair behind her ear. "Sorry I'm being such a psycho. Jungkook usually gets the worst of it."
And Jungkook was nowhere to be seen, Bogum thought, holding back a massive sigh. Of course the gym and his precious "Saturday off" were more important than supporting his wife at an event he almost tanked in the first place.
