ROOMMATE

Chapter Thirty

My head hurts as an alarm rings out. I grunt, elbowing Lisa who is curled up against me. She rolls away and I hear a slam as she thumps the alarm clock.

"My head is sore." She whines into my neck. I move my head under the pillow and try and block everything out. It's then that I realise not only is my head sore. The pain on my lower back/ top of my ass cheek is a different type of pain, one I've never felt before.

I slowly sit up, rolling onto my butt as I do it and hiss at the pain. I run my hand down and feel a material like cling film. I look down with wide eyes and suddenly am rushing over Lisa and towards the mirror.

I ignore my headache, too focused on my ass to think about it. Lisa had dragged me out to a party last night, along with Jisoo and Rosé. They had made up a few days ago and have been inseparable since.

I turn around once I am at the mirror and slowly peel the cling film away, revealing a tattoo on my left butt cheek. It's it is curley writing and even though I have a fairly good idea what it says I am too hungover to read at this angle.

"Lisa!" I demand, stumbling back to the bed. She grunts, burying her head in the pillow. I shake her shoulder, impatiently. "Lisa, wake up."

"What?"

"Does this say what I think it says?" I demand, turning around. I look over my shoulder at her and watch as she rubs her eyes and groggily looks at me. She looks confused as she sees me with my back towards her before her eyes land on my ass.

She pushes herself onto her elbow to get a better look and a rueful smile takes over her face. "Property of Lisa Manoban"

"Lisa! I don't remember doing this!" I complain. She chuckles again, lying down. I turn back around to her, with a pointed glare. It takes me a moment to remember something. "We said we both would get one! Are you sore anywhere?"

She looks up for a moment like she is trying to concentrate before she slowly pulls the duvet away from her bare chest and that's when I see her hip covered in cling film. I smile, relief flooding through me. I reach for it and gently pull the material away and smile when I see 'Property of Jennie Kim' in the same curly writing as mine.

"At least we had enough sense to not getting it somewhere obvious." She says, amused, lifting her head to look at it before settling back once again with a smile on her face.

I slowly climb back in beside her, getting her arm to wrap around me. She is smiling widely and I know she likes them.

"Lisa, stop smiling." I say, laughing slightly.

"Never. My name is permanently on your body." She says, kissing my forehead.

"I can see that." I say, rolling my eyes.

"You don't seem to want it." She says, the happiness now gone from her voice. I look up and see her frowning.

"It isn't that. I just think it would have been nicer if we weren't drunk. We do a lot of things drunk that I wish I could remember, that's all." I insist. She runs a hand through my hair, her eyes groggy from the hangover.

"We should strap one of those go-pros to us when we drink." She teases. I laugh, leaning forward and kissing her.

"Your name is permanently on my ass."

"I wonder who chose to put it there." She says, chuckling.

"I'm surprised you let some stranger touch my ass, to be honest." I say, getting realisation to dawn on her face. Her face hardens immediately and it is my turn to chuckle. "You must have been really drunk."