opposites attract | gotpink [new version]

. regrets .

She wasn't blind seeing how their bond drifted off back to the start point. She found it hard to believe that the reason behind that was the end of their truce and her having a free hand.

Jisoo bit her lips, following Jaebum who ignored them to the kitchen. With a few hesitant steps, she approached him.

"Hey, Jaebum. I just wanted to check if Jinyoung is alright."

She watched his hands stop cleaning the glass cup in hand, his eyes diverted to nothing in particular but certainly not meeting hers.

"He is... Fine," The latter said.

It was short, sad, and suffocated. It was hard to push more questions further, so Jisoo found herself leaving him alone.

"He is avoiding you deal with it and focus. We need your help here." Mark scolded, placing the unopened box next to the others that she was supposed to check hours ago instead of zoning out and checking her phone every few minutes.

"He isn't. He is going through something; can't you see it?"

"He is having the gun of his life, he hasn't changed. He was distracted, Jisoo."

"No, you don't get it."

"No, I do. I'm his roommate and we are back to fighting again because of his alcoholic shit suffocating the room." Mark's jaw clenched, taking a step closer to her. "What's wrong is how you act because I know you Jisoo and I'm worried about the amount of care you have for him."

"I don't care the way you mean it."

"Lie to yourself but stay away from him." Mark sternly said, before placing a cutter next to the piled boxes as a silent proof that she hadn't touched a thing, and her worry was indeed too much.

Jisoo didn't know when it turned to night after trapping herself between the packages all day. Her muscles were stiff and aching, her fingers cracking as she reached for her phone.

"I swear this is the last time to call you, idiot" She whispered to herself, tapping in Jinyoung's name to drop another call that she expected to go unanswered.

A muffled "Hi" by a loud background came out of her phone.

"Jinyoung! I swear— "

"Is this Jinyoung's friend?"

Jisoo's heart dropped for a second, her mind flashing the worst scenarios. "Y-yes. Is he okay?"

"I can't hear you. Jinyoung forgot his phone at the dark bar, and I can't see him anywhere." The stranger yelled against the pounding music.

"I'm coming to get it,"

Jisoo stopped in the dark alley with the neon lights shaking her vision, but not enough to blur the scene of the drunk people stumbling on their own feet or the shared smoke outside the place.

With a deep breath, she stepped into the loud crowded space with drunk people dancing, crying, or laughing hysterically as if they had gone insane.

Multiple pushes from strangers guided her to the bar stool as she managed to find an empty spot in the corner.

The bartender skillfully poured a drink to the wasted man next to her. "Excuse me!" She called loudly for his attention.

He placed the bottle, leaning close to hear her. What do I owe you for a drink?"

She shook her head, "I came to get the lost phone,"

The bartender frowned for a second before it clicked his mind, nodding before he disappeared behind the door.

"What's the beauty doing alone on such a lovely night?" A stranger's voice slurred as he stood too close for her comfort.

Jisoo rolled her eyes in response, stepping away for some space. She tapped her fingers nervously, her almond eyes searching for a certain person.

"Not your favorite place? Here's the phone." The bartender teased lightly, sliding the phone to her.

"Thank you, Can you leave him a note that Jisoo Kim took it?" Jisoo requested, slipping the phone into her bag.

"So, this is your name, princess?" The drunk stranger interfered, invading her space again. She took it as an indication to leave the place, but luck wasn't on her side as she felt a hand over her slender shoulder.

She slapped the hand away, "Do this again and I will make sure you regret it."

"Yeah, how? Come ok the night is still a young cutie."

The last slurred flirt attempt made her lose it, her knuckles turning white and before she threw a punch, her wrist was held by a familiar hand, swaying her behind the back she knew too well.

She regretted recognizing the man's scent and warmth in that place, not when he had another woman in his other grip, with her head on his shoulder, unbothered by the tense situation.

That wouldn't have happened if she listened to Mark when Mark had always been right.