fake rose // chaelisa

fake rose (22)

when i awoke from my slumber the following day after our argument, my hand immediately looked for my phone. i was hoping that i'd get a text or a dm from chaeyoung, but i got none. of course, that's already expected but i tried to be optimistic. it was my fault anyways. i was selfish, i admit it.

i told you. my pride when it comes to chaeyoung is dangerously low, i just didn't exactly know what happened to me yesterday that caused me to just snap.

i decided that i'd call her first thing in the morning. i mean there's no better way to start my day other than hearing chaeyoung's voice. plus, it's bedtime now in korea and i would never ever let my girlfriend sleep with a heavy heart. that's not the lalisa chaeyoung ought to love.

it's 8AM in L.A so in korea it's currently 12AM. chaeyoung should be getting ready to sleep at this time. this would be the perfect time to call and apologize.

i called her twice, she wasn't answering, but her phone was ringing. she's either purposely ignoring my call or she's doing something more important. i chose the latter.

five more minutes of dialling her phone, she finally decided that she wants to answer me.

"chae," i spoke immediately.

"what do you want, manoban?" she asked in a firm tone. a question that definitely demanded an answer.

i shivered a little bit when i heard how low and serious her voice was. if only she wasn't still very much pissed at me, i would've thought that she sounded very hot.

"i'm so sorry," i said. "i didn't mean to hurt you or piss you off, i just wanted you to understand my point of view."

"what made you think that i didn't understand you? i knew that you were jealous, but you didn't have to make me feel like it was my fault."

"baby, that's not what i was trying to do," i frowned.

i swore to god that's not what i was aiming for. i never wanted to make her feel guilty, i just wanted to tell her that i was jealous. i think i overdid it.

"that's what i felt," she mumbled.

"chae, i'm sorry," i meekly said. "i was just so jealous. you were looking so beautiful and hot in that photoshoot, i was practically drooling all over your picture."

i waited for her to say something, but she didn't. so, i took the chance to compliment her more.

"baby, have you seen your pictures? i kind of felt like i needed to wear sunglasses because you were just so damn hot," i uttered. "if i looked as hot and beautiful as you are, you would have been jealous too if someone looked at me the way that model looked at you."

"huh?" i heared her scoff. "are you dumb or what? lali, you can be wearing trackpants and a hoodie, be looking like a complete mess, your face bloated but if someone ever gets intimate with you, i'll be throwing hands."

i giggled and blushed like a teen girl. "are you talking about veronica?"

"no."

"right," i said with obvious sarcasm.

"so what if it's actually you two that i'm talking about? so what if i was pretty much killing her inside my head when she rested her head on your chest? so what if i wanted to pull her away from you when she sat too close?" she catched her breathe for a second and honestly, i was too stunned to speak.

"you weren't the only one who was jealous! you got jealous over a photo, while i had to watch you get all lovey-dovey with someone else right in front of my eyes. i had to watch that shit live."