11 ex-friends trying to solve the murder that took place during a wedding. As the plot thickens their friendship follows. People are forgiven and the truth is found.
--𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚏
--𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐
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Lisa enters The Lune, one of the most prestigious clubs in Seoul, squinting her eyes a little as they adjust to the dim light of the club and the flashing of the lights over the dance floor. She scans the room and finds Jisoo, clad in a short dark blue dress that exposes her back.
Lisa makes her way over to Jisoo, grinning as she hugs her friend. She then turns to the bar and orders a drink before scanning the club again, now looking for a certain blonde-haired woman. Glancing over at Jisoo, she catches her moving lips as if she is saying something, but not able to hear her over the loud music and people.
"WHAT?" Lisa shouts at Jisoo, tilting her head closer to her in an attempt to hear her better.
"ROSÉ IS OVER THERE!" Jisoo shouts back, motioning to another smaller bar across the dance floor. Lisa turns her head and squits a little, trying to make out the face of Rosé. When he finally spots Chaeyoungs long blonde ponytail and white two-piece dress, she grins at Jisoo in gratitude before taking a deep breath and beginning to weave through the people dancing.
Pushing through the masses of sweaty, drunk, dancing humans, she begins to feel a knot in her stomach, the nervousness kicking in. She pauses a couple of feet away from Rosé, wringing her hands together in anxiousness.
She takes a couple of steps forward and a deep breath, her chest beginning to feel tight. She reaches her hand out in front of her and gives Rosé a little tap on her back. Rosé turns around, her lips forming a soft smile that immediately drops when she sees Lisa. To avoid screaming across the club once again, Lisa holds up her phone where she had written a quick message.
I need to talk to you
please
Rosé reads it with pursed lips and looks up at Lisa, a mixture of resentment and betrayal flashing through her eyes. Lisa looks at her pleadingly, her eyes searching Rosé's face for any sign of pleasure in seeing her. Rosé slowly nods, her lips still pursed and her eyes cold and distant.
Rosé leads Lisa to a door that leads to the side of the club and away from the booming bass of the dance floor. Rosé turns and looks at Lisa with crossed arms, her face illuminated from the soft pink flicker of the neon sign above them. Lisa takes a deep breath, inhaling a little bit of cigar smoke from the man standing a few feet away from them.
"What do you want," Rosé asks coldly, her sharp tone sending little daggers flying into Lisa's heart.
"Are you seriously still mad at me?" Lisa asks sharply.
Shit Lisa, that's not what you're supposed to say.
"This is exactly why I am still mad at you Lisa, you never apologize for anything and expect people to just forgive you because your oh so perfect" Rosé exclaims exasperated, her hands flying up in frustration.
"What is there for me to apologize for?" Lisa scoffs, "All I did was sleep with Jungkook and it was three years ago, you're just being sensitive," she says dismissively.
