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Chapter 14

"Bambam you don't have a therapist"

"My therapist said I have to block the bad vibes of my life so I will block you for a few hours, maybe days, and then, when you calm your tits, we'll talk"

"What the-?"

"Namasté"

And he hung up.

Lisa had to be mad at someone, it was too strange to get mad at Drunk Lisa so she was furious at Bambam. That damn bad friend had never taken care of her when she was drunk, nope, he was as drunk as she was and they both made a fool of themselves. Her mother would never forget that charity dinner where both, drunken 17-year-old teenagers, had to present things for a charity event and they ended up making a drunk stand up. Those were great jokes but not for her mother.

Lisa got dressed, with that I mean she put on panties and a huge shirt, and then took another look at the jacket on her bed...

Don't

Lisa don't do it.

Lisa, no.

That's psycho behavior.

Lisa don't you dare-Whatever.

She took it, the leather was thick, and she pulled closer to her nose, hugging it.

She scrunched her face, she wanted to whine. It smelled so good, sweet but masculine and with citrus and fresh hints. Like this would it feel to hug Jungkook? Like this would his chest smell if she buried her nose there?

Well, this was sounding really weird.

No one would know, just you and me and like the rest of the readers. But we will keep the secret.

She breathed in his scent once more, dreaming about hugs and snuggles, and she came up with another idea. She slid her arms over the sleeves and the fabric covered her body completely, it reached her thighs and the sleeves hung down her hands but, while looking at herself in the mirror of the doors of her closet, she had to accept that it fit her very well. She looked great, like the girl of a big bad boy with tattoos after a wild night, with that jacket she looked less hangover and more like the morning after... like the girlfriend of...

Stop there, friend.

She had to stop with this.

She had screwed up and, for the first time in her life, she felt so much cringe at the prospect of going to Jungkook, returning his jacket and apologizing for her behavior.

She never apologized before for being herself, but she crossed the line this time and she wouldn't care... if it wasn't Jungkook.

Pouting childishly and very sadly, she took off his jacket and with super caring touches, she folded it carefully and left it on her bed again.

It was time to say goodbye to her friendship with Jungkook, he wouldn't want to see her anymore.

Or maybe she was being melodramatic, I mean, it had been a kiss ... A great stolen and for sure good kiss that was technically considered sexual harassment but just a kiss at the end of it all. It wasn't so much. Right?

But it was. Dammit, IT WAS.

Everything was such a mess.

She dragged her feet to the kitchen, full of anxiety. She wanted to jump out of a window even though it didn't sound like a good idea, she could fall badly and just break her back and not be able to walk anymore, and she would still have to face Jungkook in that way. But on that occasion she could use the pity card ... It didn't sound bad that way though.