Just One Day | Liskook [ Completed ]

Chapter 19

Jungkook's pov~

People often say I'm good at everything, they call me the strongest in Bangtan, at least physically. I've got the jack-of-all-trades thing going for me. I'm crowned the Golden Maknae.

But since last week I've been feeling all of two inches tall, having absolutely no idea what I'd done to deserve this. Now, I may sound like a whiny child with first world problems but for someone as obsessed with being impeccable as me, what I'd just agreed to participate in was akin to losing a piece of my dignity.

That's not the only thing I'll be losing.

I stared at my black phone screen. Since last week I'd been holed up in our dorm, not wanting to acknowledge the outside world.
Now, steeling myself for the fifth time, I opened the twitter app, ready to finally face the opinion of our fanbase, the Armys.

Scrolling through the endless mentions, two things became very clear to me.

One, I could see exactly why JYP had wanted this to happen, twice's sales were off the charts recently. Two, some Armys were getting too intelligent. Some were already questioning the authenticity of this whole thing.

I restrained myself from replying to every such tweet with a clapping emoji.

Rest were either angry rants with a few tweets of support mixed here and there.

I stopped scrolling when a particular mention caught my eyes.

*I think he'd look way better with BlackPink's Lisa. Just saying. #lizkook *

With it was a picture of Lisa in a black dress with orange flowers behind her.

My thumb stroked her face on the screen almost unconsciously.

After a worried "are you okay?" two days before she had stopped texting me. Can't say I blame her.

But I didn't know how to handle anything anymore. All of us had had to sign a Non Disclosure Agreement, so I had no clue what to say to her or how to explain what was coming. I didn't want to lie to her.

"She's beautiful."

A soft feminine voice chimed from behind me, making me turn in the office chair I was sitting on. We'd just finished a meeting with the PR agents entrusted with manufacturing this contrived mess. Both the company's heads and some other important people I didn't give two shits about had also been present, talking about fabricating my life like it was their everyday job.

Tzuyu seated herself on the chair beside me when I replied to her comment with a blank stare. She gulped nervously, fiddling with the numerous bracelets on her wrist.

"I know this isn't exactly a very pleasing situation to be in. But I was hoping we could at least be a little friendly with each other, oppa. You know, to make this whole ordeal go smoothly."

I raised an eyebrow. "Were you being friendly when you kissed me in that restroom too? If so, your definition of friendly needs updating."

Her whole face went red. "N-no oppa. I was told to do that. They were hoping some reporters or security cameras would catch the kiss." She bit her lips worriedly. "But that didn't happen."

Fresh rage coursed through my veins. I clenched my fists, wanting to punch JYP into a hospital. And to think they had no qualms using a barely adult teenager for their greed.

My expression softened a bit. If she was as innocent in this as she claimed, then I had nothing against her really. She was just as much a puppet with strings as I was.