"I'm in love with you," she whispers, her voice breaking. Jennie's face softens completely. "So much that I think it might kill me, except I don't even like you right now. I don't even know who you really are. I don't even think you do." She shrugs. "I would love to be with you but I can't, Jennie, I can't. I can be your friend, but I really think you need to figure out who you are and what you want before anything else can happen."
Jennie's face falls and tears stream down her cheeks. Lisa wipes them away reverently, breath uneven at the wetness on the thumbs.
"You don't want me?" Jennie chokes hopelessly.
Lisa smiles and shakes her head. "It's not about what I want," she breathes. "Plus," she tries to smile. "It might not just be you that I'm getting."
Post-disbandment fic.
41 Kapitel Abgeschlossene Geschichte Erwachseneninhalt
41 Kapitel
Abgeschlossene Geschichte
Erwachseneninhalt
The night Seoul crowned its newest fashion queen was also the night two hearts broke without warning.
Inside the penthouse suite of K-House, the city glittered beneath Jennie Kim's heels.
her smile precise - everything about her immaculate except the tremor in her voice when she whispered,
"Tell me it's not true."
Lisa didn't answer. She stood by the window, shoulders soaked from the rain, eyes carrying a kind of silence that begged to be believed.
"It wasn't what you think," she said finally, low and breaking. "Jennie, please-"
"Don't." Jennie's voice cut through the room like a blade. "You think I'll stand here and pretend you didn't lie to me? That you didn't use me to get ahead?"
Lisa's jaw clenched. "You really think so little of me."
"I think exactly what you showed me." Jennie's words were cruel, but her fingers trembled as they gripped the wine glass. "You disappeared in the middle of my show, Lisa. You knew how much tonight meant. And you were with her."
Lisa stepped forward. "She's a client, Jennie! I told you-"
"Enough!" The glass shattered against the floor. Wine bled into the marble like spilled blood.
Lisa froze. For a heartbeat, there was only the sound of rain and Jennie's ragged breathing.
Then came the whisper, soft but fatal:
"Leave. Tonight. I don't want to see you again."
Lisa's throat closed. "You don't mean that."
Jennie met her eyes - the same eyes she'd once kissed beneath studio lights, the same eyes she used to call home - and said it anyway.
"I do."
For a moment, neither moved.
Then Lisa picked up her coat, silent tears caught in the reflection of the window, and walked toward the door.
She stopped once, hand on the handle.
"If I leave now," she said, "I won't come back."
Jennie didn't answer. Pride was louder than love.
The door closed.
⸻
Seven years later, she'll see those eyes again.
And everything she buried will rise to the surface.