Sure Thing • liskook.

11. Poison • Pt. 2

genre: angst
a/n: I edited some things in the last part because of some timeline mistakes I did. I'm sorry. also I did a timeline based on bp and bts schedules a holy fuck this people moved so much in the last months. bp went to japan and back more times than I went to school in my whole life.
a/n: I DIDN'T PRE-EDIT THIS I'M SORRY I'M TIRED AND HAVE TO STUDY. lol why I am so loud today. I'm sure I'll regret this tomorrow but hey I wanted to update.

Jungkook frowned at the screen of his phone. Day 4 and still no messages.

Lisa always sent messages to him, every damn day. "Good morning Kookie💛" and "Goodnight, Kookie, I love you💛" were like his daily dose of sugar.

But since they had argued, she remained in a sepulchral silence that generated an anxiety that was eating him alive.

He had thought that it would only be a matter of one day, that she would get over it and go back to the usual thing, forgetting that stupid argument. Lisa could never stay angry for too long. It wasn't so bad anyway, maybe he was an idiot but she had screamed at him and started everything. And he had finished it with kicking her out...

But it was just a stupid argument, right?

Maybe it was the service? Yes, there was always a pour wifi service in the dressing rooms.

"Jungkook admits that she sent you to hell and stop making a fool of yourself"

Jungkook was already used to Jin, sometimes his hyung was fucking annoying or said shit to everyone, but he was used, he usually ignored him but shit if he wasn't at the edge of kick the shit out of him. Jungkook was without patience. He was always angry lately and Jin really was testing him. However, he couldn't make a senseless scandal for Jin's usual shit.

Jungkook just glared at him, standing on a chair. "I'm not asking for your opinion"

Jin snorted. "You are ridiculous"

"Mr. Dad Jokes says so"

"Yes, I say so" the eldest replied, not affected at all. That was the most annoying thing, Jin never got fucking affected.

From his place on the couch, Yoongi told him. "Get out of there, damn, you can't break a leg fifteen minutes before the performance"

Today MCountdown, tomorrow Music Bank, then Inkikayo the next Sunday and after that was Festa. Yoongi was right, he couldn't break a leg... even if a part of him was wishing it because he was fucking tired of pretending he was fine with a fucking fake smile.

At least the fans distracted him.

Jungkook sighed and got off, anyway it wasn't a service thing, other notifications were coming. And the phones of his hyungs were buzzing on the table from time to time, especially that one with a Gucci case.