Lisa clicked her tongue. She'd just been abandoned by a guy and wasn't in that good of a mood so she didn't bother hiding.

She turned around, prepared to smile at the person's camera when she suddenly felt the weight around her waist disappear. When she looked down, the jacket tied around her waist had vanished. Before she had the chance to say anything, her face was covered completely.

A strong and thick arm looped around her waist and guided her out.

"Turn around, look down."

The guy's voice was filled with impatience.

**

In the black SUV, Lisa hugged the grey jacket with a big smile on her face.

Jungkook started his car, expressionless as he asked, "What's your address?"

Lisa obediently told him.

Recently the checks for drunk driving were much stricter, and there were plenty of police officers on the streets.

Lisa's hand rested on the window, holding her head up. "Hey, if we get called out and I open the window, if the policeman smells the alcohol in the car will he take you away without second thought?"

The guy remained silent.

"I saw that there's a dog in your moments, is it yours?"

There still wasn't any reply.

"That dog's really cute, I've always wanted one too but I'm really busy. If you have the time can you bring the dog out and I'd walk it?"

Jungkook still ignored her. Lisa pursed her lips, pulling back the arm she rested by the window, allowing her head to hit the window instead.

The hit was rather hard. She hissed in pain and started rubbing her head.

Coincidentally, it was red light just then. The car stopped. Jungkook hadn't realized that someone could hit their head this way. He frowned, "Are you stupid?"

"You can't talk to me like this," Lisa pretended to be really serious. "I drank so many of the drinks for you."

Jungkook found it funny. "Didn't need you to."

"...But I wanted to!" Lisa's voice betrayed her unreasonableness.

This was when Jungkook remembered that the drink they served had really strong after-effects. This was probably it coming into effect after having its period of latency.

He closed his mouth, unwilling to try reasoning with a drunkard.

Lisa's house wasn't that far away, it wasn't too long before they reached.

Jungkook stopped the car. "Here, get off."

The person beside him didn't speak. He frowned as he looked over and realized that the lady riding shotgun had already fallen asleep.

What a nuisance!

He reached out and patted her on the shoulder, calling, "Lisa."

A few tries later and she still didn't respond.

This was the first time Jungkook had to deal with such a situation. When he realized that Lisa wasn't about to wake up anytime soon, he pursed his lips, turned the car around and started driving. He hadn't gotten far when a cheerful ringtone sounded.

It was the phone Lisa held tightly in her hand.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow and stopped by the curb. He peeled her fingers off the phone, the screen indicating that the call was from 'Old Witch'.

He hesitated for a moment before answering the call.

Immediately he got assaulted by a long string of words, "That Tzuyu really is trying so hard, immediately after you finished your auditions she had someone go contact the senior management of the Chu Corporation. She really doesn't mind doing whatever to get her role, doesn't she just worry that someday the wives of those she's slept with would form a football team and give her a kick each until she's dead on the ground?"

"..."

Jisoo continued saying, "But you don't have to worry, this time the person casting for 'Undercurrent' is the scriptwriter, as long as she didn't sleep with the scriptwriter, even if she slept with the prince of the Jeon Corporation it'd be useless."

Jungkook said, "She's asleep."

"Sleeping so early isn't like... her?" Jisoo was dumbfounded, taking a long while before asking, "Who are you?"

Jungkook was too lazy to say more, asking, "She's drunk, what's her house number?"

Jisoo cursed and exclaimed, "What do you want to do?! I'm telling you, don't do anything!"

He hadn't drank anything, but Jungkook found himself getting a headache.

He said, "Nevermind."

"Never what? She's beside you?" Jisoo was worried. "You beast, you better not want to take her home with you! Who are you! I'm telling you..."

"I'm sending her to the police station," Jungkook said. "You can pick her up from there."

When he was done he got ready to drive.

"Hey," the person riding shotgun suddenly raised her head, looking around in a daze before fixing her gaze on Jungkook's face. A few seconds later she said, "Aren't we ho... home, where are we going?"

She looked at the pink phone case and let out another sound of surprise. "Why are you holding my phone?"

Jungkook said concisely, "What's your door number."

"You, are coming to my house?" Lisa's eyes brightened immediately and she answered quickly, "Twelfth floor, 1210, the password is 113111, the lift is at the door, just a turn..."

As she spoke her voice trailed off, then she passed out again.

"..." On the other end, Jisoo heard all of that clearly, she picked up her phone and got ready to rush over to Lisa's house. "I'm warning you, don't do anything!"

The other hung up.

Jisoo thought, I'm done for, this silly girl, when she's drunk she's just like an old grandpa ...why did she have to choose this time to be like a little rabbit that spilled everything!?

At this point, the old grandpa was lying on the guy's shoulder, saliva pooling from the corner of her lips.

"Jungkook, Jungkook, right." She's just like a commander, with all the air of someone who intended to point somewhere and have people rush over there to fight, her arms never once pausing in their wavering all around.

Lisa was a metre and seventy-plus whatever someone else might say. With the way she kept moving, if Jungkook wasn't as fit as he was, they'd both have fallen over.

After opening the door, Jungkook didn't look at anything, heading straight to the bedroom and tossing Lisa on the bed.

He pulled his jacket off Lisa and pulled the blanket over her, before turning around and leaving.

"Hey, don't go," Lisa suddenly called out.

Jungkook might be impatient, but he still stopped.

She squeezed her eyes shut and asked, "How, how about a few more drinks?"

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