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Chapter 14

Shit.

Sure, Drunk Lisa forgot how the damn kiss was, but she didn't forget the presence of that... goddess.

Ex was beautiful as a doll, was she even real? Where did Jungkook get those women? And Seungyeon??? She was like the complete pack of anyone's dream girl.

Drunk Lisa also remembered that kiss full of red lipstick, I mean, it was just a peck but... she wasn't so drunk yet and it is worth mentioning, even if this protagonist is not going to admit it, that was the reason she started drinking soju as if she could handle alcohol.

Oh, that tightness in the chest again.

She wanted to throw up.

This time it was definitely for that image and that kiss.

"She's a friend," he said.

Or so she thought.

She wasn't sure.

NO! WAIT!

She was imagining things or had she really been on his back like a damn kdrama girl?

Romantic.

Yeah, no, definitely those had been delusions.

She had flashbacks of having walked down the street listening to Jungkook's voice but... was she on his back? Beside him? Maybe in front of him? Or just having a mystical delirium of Jungkook talking to her while returning home?

Who knows.

No, wait.

Lisa walked over to her bed, where she had left the leather jacket ...

That was of Jungkook, definitely, that is, he had given her his jacket and for some reason she was sure that he had walked her home. She had not been so drunk, I mean, some nights she had really been so wasted that the night before had been a blank space and she had bruises from falling and reeked of vomiting.

Too much information, Lisa.

Luckily she had not thrown up in front Jungkook or on Jungkook.

Jesus, however, that couldn't be more embarrassing than jumping on him and kiss him.

Drunk Lisa was such a desperate slut, Sober Lisa was too but at least she knew how to hide it.

Jungkook was thinking she was crazy, for sure. On top of that he had been there witnessing her drunken moments and sure seeing her make a fool of herself.

Lisa didn't want to imagine what she had said in that state.

She felt so much frustration and embarrassment that she took her phone and dialed.

It only took a few seconds.

"Hello?" Her best friend's voice was hoarse, the Thai accent more marked than ever. He had a hangover like hers or worse.

Lisa didn't care: "What kind of friend are you?!"

"What?"

"How are you going to let me drink like this?"

"What?" Bambam repeated, more confused than before.

"You go and take me out to a place, you let me drink like a madwoman with alcohol issues and then you let me make a fool of myself ?! You are the worst friend in the world! "

Silence.

Lisa's head throbbed furiously after that. God, screaming? Bad decision.

"Listen," Bambam began. "My therapist-"