A/N: Based on two songs. 'Please' by Lee Sora and 'All These Years' by Camila Cabello
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.Jennie's POV:
As hard as I tried, I can't seem to forget about you.
You, Lisa, are someone I know I cannot live without and it's frightening. You were the best thing that happened to me. We loved, we laughed, and we cried. We were happy.
Were.
Was.
No longer.
Is it that strange that you're still the one I want?
Did you know I still cry when I think about you?
Maybe it was my fault.
I was impatient.
I constantly complained that you weren't ready to come out. But, could you blame me? I wanted to show the world that you were mine.
However, if I didn't complain, would there still be an us?
I hoped that we could go back to the beginning. We may have been together for 3 years, but you were my best friend my whole life.
You once said that I was all you wanted, but now those words seem to have no meaning to me.
Why?
Because, there you are sitting across from me with a beautiful woman hugging your arm. She was smiling at you the way I would smile at you. And on both of your fingers lay a beautiful diamond ring.
She was your fiancé.
And me?
Your wedding planner.
Guess you were ready to come out. But not with me.
All the memories we shared are now forgotten from your mind. And it was all because of your new love.
I force out a tight smile while extending my hand out for the both of you to shake.
"Hello, I'm Jennie Kim. And I will be your wedding planner."
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A few minutes earlier:"Rosé, I swear this is the last favor I'm going to do for you," I said into the phone while exiting my car. Rosé laughs,
"You know you love me. Besides, I heard this couple is like filthy rich so expect a giant tip wifey!" She says. I laugh with a playful eye roll,
"You do realize I'm leaving soon to Japan right? I might have to leave before or during their wedding," I point out while locking my car and making my way into a restaurant where I'll be meeting my clients. Rosé giggles,
"Well guess it depends on your clients wedding date," She teases. I chuckle and open the door of the restaurant,
"What's my clients name anyways?" I ask while walking in. I go to the front desk and cover my phone,
"Hello, I'm expecting to meet two ladies. My name is Jennie Kim," I said. I bit my lip to hold in a laugh as Rosé yelled out in the phone 'She's the queen of Chanel ma'am! How do you not know her?!'
"Ah yes, Miss Kim, they're just three tables down over there," The hostess says with a kind smile. I send a small smile in return before walking towards the area. Looking at the table, all I could see is the back of the heads of my clients. One was a brunette and one was a silver haired woman.