A/N - I'm finally back with a new chapter! Hope you like it ;)
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The daze she had, as if she was looking at a god, immediately diminished.
Her face twisted into a frown and even disgust.
Hoseok knew the tattooist?
And...................
And...........
And....
What was Jungkook doing with them!?
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Lisa's innocent aura almost flipped into the devil within a flash of seconds. She ABSOLUTELY COULD NOT ACCEPT the fact that this world was much smaller than she expected. There was no need to get a microscope because she could see it all.
FUCKING FUCK!!!
Anger swept through her veins the moment she viewed the tattooist.
What the fuck was his name anyway?
She couldn't recall, whether if he even introduced formally during their first awkward encounter at the tattoo salon, or not but it didn't matter anyw---
"JIMIN It's great to see you again!"
EH?
That was hoseok.
Throat going dry, she slightly leaned towards the 3 men, wanting to know what they were talking about.
She couldn't help but wonder how they were all tied together.
She knew Jungkook and Hoseok since high school, but jimin was never in the picture..OBVIOUSLY. She knew everyone in her class.
Time goes by and STILL there was no jimin.
So...how do they look like they have been best friends since birth?
Resting her hand on her head, Lisa tried to be as smooth as a snake. Maybe she should order a drink?
But god damn it, was there no other bartender who could help her out other than the mother fucking sexy ass hoseok??
Her heart was racing just mentally saying his name.
Hoseok.
Jung Hoseok.
Hoseok. Hoseok. Jung. Jung.
Okay lisa, stop mentally talking to yourself.
She looked around, making sure that she wasn't bringing too much attention. She was not too far from where the three men were. Ji soo was still who knows where.
Where was Chaeyoung?
AISSHHH.
In fury and being impatient, Lisa had finally took note of a waitress! She serves drinks at the table, so she could probably do the same job at the bar correct??
"Oi! Waitress girl!" Lisa half yelled and whispered, mentally cursing to herself.
Her name tag was visible but Lisa didn't have the eyes of the eagle to read the name. Nor was the lighting of the bar any helpful.
Unfortunately, she didn't hear, so Lisa said once again, "Girl! Come here! Hey!"
Please don't noticeeee! Lisa prayed, quickly looking over at the men.
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