Sure Thing • liskook.

32. White Lies

genre: angst(?
a/n: you can figure out what i think without me saying so yeah. sorry for this one too
a/n: listen to a sad song meanwhile so it won't be as ugly and insensitive as ive written it.

"Lisa, you have to calm down," Jin put a warm hand on her hair, trying to comfort her.

Lisa could barely breathe, she had been so scared the last hours that everything looked blurry in her mind, it was full of her own scandalized screams while calling the members and crying, and how horrible it had been to wait for almost an hour for them to arrive while Jungkook was still passed out in her arms.

"He-he was al-alright and I-I," she murmured with a stuffy nose and swollen eyes. "He was alright," she whispered, still not understanding how all this had happened.

It was her fault? God, she should never have gone, they should never have met, she should have thought that he was that tired. He had been tired days before and she had ignored the signs for what? For just some sex? Gosh, it was stupid and so irresponsible.

"This happens all the time," Jin tried to calm her down with those relaxed words but he only got Lisa to look at him with huge eyes full of worry.

"What?" she asked. "How does it happen all the time?"

She knew that Jungkook worked until he grew tired, but ... but she didn't know that this was happening often. She thought he was taking care of himself after all those terrible (and public) occasions when he was feeling so horrible in the middle of concerts.

Jin sighed. "Sorry, I didn't mean that. I mean he'll be fine."

"Jungkookie is strong, don't worry," Hoseok tried to cheer her up with a smile although it didn't help much, the girl had her eyes lost in a blank space with a heavy heart in her chest.

"And this does happen all the time," Yoongi told her sincerely, sitting on her right. She had believed it at first anyway.

The four were on the sofa in the apartment, while Jimin made some tea in the kitchen, Taehyung had sat cross-legged on the carpet with his head on the coffee table and a super sleepy face, Namjoon was on Jungkook'soom with the doctor, his manager and Jungkook. Jin and he had taken him there.

Lisa raised her legs and hugged them against her chest, she had worn her sweatpants and was still wearing his sweatshirt although this time his fragrance wasn't doing anything to calm her; She felt so bad. "I thought he was being more cautious," she said softly. "Damn," she sighed and buried her face in her knees.

The boys respected her desire for silence and comforted her without trying to talk to her, just sitting there with her as the minutes passed. Lisa was trying to be positive, after all it seemed it had only been a fainting and nothing else, but then she thought of all the causes of his fatigue.

Eternal hours of practice, work, going, coming, traveling, barely eating, barely resting, and then she was interrupting hours of sleep. She called him at irresponsible hours, she visited him when he should be sleeping and obviously if she was there they wouldn't sleep, she used him as a toy without thinking that he would be tired. She had never thought about his health before and it felt so bad, she felt like the worst girlfriend in the world. Jungkook was always taking care of her and what did she give him in return? Nothing. She only hurt him.