"If you could paint a piece of art, what would it be?"
"All I know is that, my art would be drawn on you. I'd like to make it permanent."
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When a tattoo artist college drop out meets a hopeless romantic with big unrealistic dreams.
What happen...
A/n - where are my past commenters. Hope you didn't give up on this story and move on. Miss you all!
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It seemed that Jimin lost focus but this gave lisa an advantage. When he seemed to no longer pay attention to her, she took off like it was the end of the world.
It's either now or never.
It was perfect luck, as she ran down the street, noticing the bus picking a large group of students.
Why are they all on a bus at this time of night.
This tattoo session, took much longer than she expected.
It was so late in the night, she didn't even say good bye to her friends.
But knowing how fast she ran out of the bar/restaurant, hopefully they understood that she no longer wanted to be in that place.
She quickly ran up the steps, and to her luck, her bus card was attached inside her phone case. Tapping the scanner, she took a seat that was located at the very back, left corner.
She felt a bit awkward, realizing that she had the same uniform as the students who were actually in high school
This isn't awkward at all.
Scrolling through her contacts, she came across a wonderful person whom she just wanted to crash over at night.
She wasn't sure exactly why, but when she flips out in anger, she can't be in her own home. Rather, she would stay wherever her friends were.
Anywhere but home.
Ring...ring....ring....
"Lisa?"
Jennie's voice was a bit raspy, and Lisa immediately felt regret, "I'm so sorry. Were you sleeping?"
"Yes, but that's okay. What's up?"
"I hate saying this, but can I come over by any chance? If not, it's completely fine-"
"Were you angry about something?"
"...Maybe?" Lisa looked down at her left hand, observing the chapped nail polish that were beginning to waste away.
Her nails looked so ugly.
"Sure. How long will it take until you reach?"
"Probably another 45 minutes to an hour. This damn bus is basically stopping at every bus stop."
"Why are you on a bus?"
"I'll tell you later."
"Okay. I guess I'll see you then." With that, the conversation had ended, and Lisa huffed out a sigh.
