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Jennie POV

The hum of the engine filled the silence as Lisa drove, her hands steady on the wheel. I sat in the passenger seat, arms crossed, glaring out the window. My car had never felt so small, and the presence of the person driving it only made the space seem tighter.

I wasn't used to this—the quiet, the tension, the swirling emotions I couldn't quite name. My chest felt heavy, like I'd been holding my breath since the moment we left Lisa's apartment.

Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. "About Japan..." I said, my voice breaking the silence.

Lisa didn't even glance at me, her eyes focused on the road ahead. "What about it?"

I clenched my fists. Of course, she'd act clueless. "The kiss," I said sharply. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."

Her hands tightened on the wheel for a split second before she let out a low sigh. "Oh. That."

"Yes, that," I snapped, turning to face her. "What were you thinking?"

"I wasn't," she said simply, her tone calm but clipped. "It was impulsive. I wasn't thinking, and I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" I echoed, my voice rising. "That's all you have to say? 'I wasn't thinking, and I'm sorry'?"

She glanced at me briefly, her expression unreadable. "What do you want me to say, Jennie? That it was planned? That I did it for some deep, meaningful reason? I don't know what you're expecting from me."

Her calm tone made my blood boil. "I want the truth, Lisa. Why did you do it?"

Lisa sighed again, shaking her head slightly. "Do you really want to know, or are you just looking for a reason to yell at me?"

"I do want to know," I said firmly. "No games. No excuses. Just tell me."

She was quiet for a moment, her eyes never leaving the road. Finally, she spoke, her voice low and steady. "Because I find you attractive. You're hot, Jennie. And in that moment, I acted on it."

I blinked, caught off guard by her bluntness. "Of course, I'm attractive," I said, flipping my hair and trying to mask how her words made my stomach flip. "I know that. But that can't be the only reason."

Lisa chuckled softly, but there was no humor in it. "You're something else, Jennie Kim."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded, leaning closer to her. "If there's another reason, just say it."

Lisa's fingers drummed against the wheel before gripping it tighter. "You want me to be honest?"

"Yes," I said, my tone daring her to lie.

She glanced at me, her gaze piercing, before turning back to the road. "Because your eyes were screaming at me to kiss you."

My heart stopped, and for a moment, I forgot how to breathe. "What?"

Lisa's voice remained calm, her words cutting through the tension like a knife. "The way you looked at me that night... it was like you wanted me to kiss you. Like you were waiting for it. I couldn't ignore it."

I stared at her, my mind racing. Was she right? Had I really wanted it? I thought back to that night—the way my pulse had quickened, the way the air seemed charged when she leaned in.

"That's ridiculous," I muttered, but my voice sounded weak, even to me.

"Is it?" she asked softly. "Sometimes, people say one thing but feel something completely different."

I turned my face away, staring out the window as my cheeks burned. She wasn't wrong, and that infuriated me more than anything. "You're so full of yourself."

Lisa smirked, though she kept her focus on the road. "Maybe. But I'm not wrong, am I?"

I didn't answer. I couldn't. My thoughts were too loud, too tangled, and for once, I didn't have a quick comeback. How had this happened? How had she gotten so far under my skin?

--

Lisa guided the car smoothly into the Cheongdam apartment complex, the lights of the luxurious neighborhood casting a soft glow through the windows. As she pulled over to the side of the road, she killed the engine and unbuckled her seatbelt.

"This is as far as I go," Lisa said casually, leaning back in the seat. "You can take it from here."

I frowned, glancing at her like she'd lost her mind. "What are you talking about? Just drive me to my place."

She smirked faintly, her hands resting on the wheel. "Jennie, I know where you live. Everyone does. You're a superstar—your face is everywhere. People have seen you coming out of this complex all the time."

I crossed my arms, annoyance bubbling up. "And you think I'll let you walk alone out here.  Are you serious? There's no cabs or taxis in this area  and I'm not about to abandon you on the street."

Lisa raised an eyebrow, as if amused by my concern. "I'll manage. I always do."

I rolled my eyes, pulling out my phone. "No, you won't. Just drive me to my apartment. I'll call Jisoo and tell her to come get you from there. Problem solved."

She hesitated, her eyes scanning my face as if searching for any hint of doubt. "You sure? I don't want to—"

"I said drive," I cut her off, annoyed now. "Unless you want me to start yelling and wake up the entire neighborhood."

Lisa shook her head with a small laugh, clearly exasperated but relenting. "Alright, alright, superstar. What's the address?"

I rattled it off, and she nodded, restarting the car and heading toward my building.

As we approached, the luxurious towers loomed overhead, their sleek architecture glinting under the streetlights. Lisa parked in the designated guest area, turning off the car but staying put in the driver's seat.

"There. Happy?" she asked, leaning back with a small smirk.

I ignored her tone, dialing Jisoo's number. She picked up after the second ring, her voice groggy. "Jennie? Why are you calling me this late?"

"Come to my apartment. Now," I said firmly, my tone leaving no room for argument.

"What? Why? What's going on?" Jisoo asked, sounding confused and concerned.

"Just get here. I'll explain when you arrive," I replied before hanging up.

Lisa watched me with a raised brow. "You didn't tell her why, did you?"

"No," I said, snapping my phone shut. "Because it's none of her business."

Lisa sighed, shaking her head. "You're something else, Jennie Kim."

"And don't you forget it," I replied, my gaze meeting hers. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the tension thickening in the small space of the car.

I turned away first, letting out a quiet sigh as I stared out the window. My mind was a mess, the events of the night replaying on a loop. Yet, despite everything, a small part of me was oddly comforted by Lisa's presence—even if she drove me crazy.

My phone buzzed on the dashboard. She glanced at the message from Jisoo, her brow furrowing. "She says she can't make it anytime soon," Lisa said, looking over at me.

I groaned, rubbing my temples. "Of course, she can't."

Lisa shifted awkwardly in the driver's seat, her fingers tapping against the wheel. "Well, I can wait outside until she gets here."

"No," I said firmly, straightening up. "That's ridiculous. You're not waiting outside like some stray dog."

Lisa laughed softly. "You're dramatic, you know that?"

I ignored her comment, giving her a pointed look. "You're coming upstairs to my penthouse."

She blinked, caught off guard. "Jennie, no. I'll be fine down here. You don't have to—"

I cut her off with a wave of my hand. "I'm not asking. I'm telling you. Let's go."

Lisa raised an eyebrow, a mix of confusion and amusement crossing her face. "Are you seriously insisting I go to your penthouse? Don't you have, like, security protocols or something? I don't want to cause trouble."

"You're lucky I'm even inviting you," I said, leaning back with a smirk. "No one gets into my penthouse. Ever. Especially not..." I trailed off, giving her a once-over. "...someone like you."

Lisa's expression darkened slightly, but she covered it with a neutral shrug. "Someone like me, huh?"

"Yes," I said bluntly, ignoring the way her tone sharpened. "You're just a regular person. A poor human, barely scraping by. Be grateful I'm even entertaining the idea."

Lisa leaned back in her seat, crossing her arms as she looked at me with an unreadable expression. "You're real good at making people feel welcome, Jennie Kim."

I rolled my eyes, opening the door and stepping out of the car. "Are you coming or not?"

Lisa hesitated for a moment before sighing heavily. "Fine. But only because you won't let this go. And I don't want to hear you complain if this turns into some scandal tomorrow."

I smirked, leading the way to the building entrance. "Don't flatter yourself. No one cares enough to make a scandal out of you."

Lisa followed silently, her jaw tightening as we entered the private elevator that led to my penthouse. The ride was quiet, the tension in the small space palpable.

When we reached the top floor, I stepped out, gesturing grandly to the expansive, luxurious space before us. "Welcome to my humble abode," I said, sarcasm dripping from my voice.

Lisa glanced around, her expression blank. "Humble, huh?"

I ignored her comment, walking toward the living area. "Sit. I'll get you some water or tea or whatever."

Lisa shook her head, following me reluctantly. "You really know how to roll out the red carpet."

I turned to face her, crossing my arms. "Lisa, just sit down and stop talking."

For once, she did as she was told, sinking into the plush couch and letting out a quiet sigh. Despite my earlier irritation, I couldn't help but notice how out of place she looked in my perfectly curated space, her rugged demeanor contrasting sharply with the pristine luxury around her.

And yet, somehow, it didn't bother me as much as I thought it would.

Lisa sat on the edge of the couch, her hands clasped between her knees, her expression unreadable as I paced the room. My irritation boiled over, and I couldn't keep it in any longer.

"Let's get one thing straight," I said, spinning to face her. "Whatever happened in Japan stays in Japan. You don't talk about it. Not to Jisoo, not to anyone. Do you understand?"

Lisa looked up at me, her face calm, almost unnervingly so. "I wasn't planning to."

"Good." I crossed my arms, glaring at her. "Because if word got out, it wouldn't just affect you. It would destroy me."

Her brow furrowed slightly, but she stayed silent.

"You think people would just brush it off?" I continued, my tone sharp. "You have no idea how much I've worked to maintain my image. I can't afford for anyone to even suspect that something happened between us."

Lisa's jaw tightened, but she didn't interrupt.

"Do you understand how fragile everything is for me?" I asked, taking a step closer. "One slip-up, one rumor, and it's all over. I'd lose everything I've built. And for what? For some... stupid, impulsive mistake."

Her lips parted slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but she thought better of it.

I shook my head, frustration bubbling up again. "And you. You don't even have anything to lose, do you? No career to ruin, no reputation to protect. This wouldn't mean anything to you."

Lisa's gaze dropped to her hands, her fingers fidgeting. "You don't know that."

"Don't I?" I shot back, my voice rising. "Look at where you live, Lisa. Look at what you do. You're just... You're nothing compared to me. Nothing. And you have the audacity to—"

"Enough." Lisa's voice was quiet, but the weight behind it stopped me in my tracks. She looked up, her dark eyes meeting mine with a quiet intensity. "You've made your point, Jennie. Loud and clear."

Her calm tone only fueled my anger. "You don't get to act like you're the victim here," I snapped. "You're the one who—"

"I know," she interrupted, her voice steady. "I kissed you. And I'm sorry. I've said it before, and I'll say it again if you need me to. But don't stand there and act like I don't care about what happens. I'm not trying to ruin your life, Jennie."

I clenched my fists, her calmness grating on my nerves. "Then why did you do it? Why would you put me in this position?"

Lisa leaned back, letting out a quiet sigh. "Because I'm human. I made a mistake. I misread... everything. And I regret it, okay?"

Her words hung in the air, and for a moment, I didn't know how to respond.

Lisa stood, her movements slow and deliberate. "I get it, Jennie. You don't want this to ever come out. You don't want me around. Fine. I'll stay away. But don't talk to me like I'm nothing. You don't know me or my life. So don't pretend you do."

I stared at her, my chest tight with emotions I couldn't quite name. Before I could say anything, Lisa stepped past me, heading toward the door.

"I'll leave now," she said quietly, her voice devoid of its usual playfulness. "You don't have to worry about me causing any problems for you."

As Lisa reached for the door, I grabbed her wrist instinctively. "Wait."

She turned her head, her expression a mixture of surprise and wariness. "Jennie, what now? I thought you didn't want me here."

"I don't," I said quickly, but the words felt hollow even to my own ears. My grip tightened slightly. "I mean, you can't go out right now. I don't want to deal with another scandal if someone spots you leaving my place. Dispatchers are probably lurking around."

Lisa raised an eyebrow, her lips twitching as if suppressing a smirk. "So, you're worried about me causing a scene? Or just about your name being dragged into another tabloid mess?"

I ignored her jab, pulling her back toward the living room. "You can leave when it's safer."

Lisa hesitated, her arm still in my grasp. "Jennie, I don't want to make things more complicated than they already are."

"You already have," I shot back, finally letting go of her wrist. "So just... sit down, and stop making this harder."

She stood there for a moment, as if debating whether to argue, but eventually sighed and walked back to the couch. "Fine. I'll stay. But only because I don't want to be responsible for your so-called dispatch issue."

I crossed my arms, standing awkwardly by the window as Lisa sank into the plush cushions. She looked so out of place in my meticulously curated penthouse, like a misplaced piece of a puzzle that didn't belong but still demanded attention.

"Do you want something to drink?" I asked, breaking the silence.

Lisa tilted her head, amused. "Are you offering because you're being polite, or because you're trying to make yourself feel better for dragging me into this?"

I glared at her. "Do you want the drink or not?"

"Water's fine," she said with a shrug.

I stomped into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. As I handed it to her, Lisa muttered, "Thanks," her tone softer this time.

We sat in silence for what felt like forever. I kept stealing glances at her, and every time I did, she seemed completely at ease, like she belonged here despite everything.

"You're really not going to tell anyone about Japan, right?" I finally asked, breaking the quiet.

Lisa looked at me, her gaze steady. "No, Jennie. I'm not. I already told you that."

I nodded, though her calm demeanor annoyed me. "Good. Because if you did—"

"I get it," she interrupted, her voice firm but not unkind. "I know what's at stake for you. I won't say a word. You can trust me on that, even if you don't think much of me otherwise."

Something in her tone made my chest tighten. I didn't respond, instead looking away.

"You know," Lisa said after a moment, her voice light but edged with something I couldn't place, "you don't have to keep pretending to hate me. I know you're mad, but you wouldn't have asked me to stay if you really couldn't stand me."

I scoffed, rolling my eyes. "Don't flatter yourself. I just didn't want to deal with the aftermath of you leaving and Dispatch photograph you."

"Right," she said, leaning back against the couch, her lips quirking into a faint smile. "Whatever you say."

Lisa pulled her phone out of her pocket, the screen lighting up as she swiped through it. "I'll just call Jisoo to pick me up," she said in an irritated tone, her fingers already scrolling through her contacts.

"Don't even think about it," I snapped, stepping closer. My voice was sharp, but my heart was racing. "I'll be the one calling Jisoo."

Lisa glanced up, her brows furrowed. "Jennie, seriously? I have work at 1 p.m. I can't just sit around here all day waiting for you to figure out whatever it is you're trying to do."

Her casual tone ignited something in me, a flare of frustration that I couldn't quite suppress. Before I could think it through, I reached for her phone, grabbing it out of her hand.

"What the hell are you doing?" Lisa exclaimed, trying to snatch it back.

"I said I'll call Jisoo myself," I said stubbornly, holding the phone out of her reach.

"Jennie, give it back!" Lisa's voice rose, irritation flashing in her eyes.

I twisted my body to keep the phone away from her, but Lisa was quick, reaching around me to grab it. In the scuffle, the phone slipped from my grasp, hitting the floor with a sharp crack.

We both froze, staring at the shattered screen.

Lisa's jaw clenched, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "What is wrong with you?" she demanded, her voice low and furious.

I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could, Lisa grabbed my wrist, pulling me forward with a strength that caught me off guard. She spun me around, pinning me against the couch.

"What are you doing?" I stammered, my breath hitching as her body pressed against mine, her hand holding my wrists above my head.

Lisa's eyes burned into mine, a mix of anger and something else I couldn't place. The air between us grew heavy, charged with tension that made my skin tingle.

"You don't get to mess with my life just because you're upset about something you won't even talk about," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Do you think I don't have enough to deal with already?"

Her proximity was overwhelming. I could feel the warmth of her breath against my skin, the firmness of her grip on my wrists. My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing in my ears.

"You kissed me," I blurted out, the words escaping before I could stop them.

Lisa's grip loosened slightly, her eyes narrowing. "And you kissed me back," she countered, her voice a husky whisper.

I wanted to deny it, to push her away and regain control of the situation, but the intensity in her gaze held me captive.

"Let me go," I said weakly, my voice trembling.

"Do you really want me to?" Lisa asked, her tone softening, the anger in her expression replaced by something almost tender.

I didn't answer. I couldn't. The weight of her words, the closeness of her body, and the memory of that kiss in Japan all crashed over me, leaving me breathless.

For a moment, neither of us moved, the tension between us thick and electric. And in that moment, I realized that no matter how hard I tried to deny it, Lisa had a power over me that I couldn't ignore.

The room felt impossibly quiet, the only sound the faint rhythm of our breathing, syncing together as if pulled by an invisible thread. Lisa's grip on my wrists softened, her fingers trailing down to intertwine with mine. Her touch was warm, grounding, and yet it sent a shiver through me that I couldn't suppress.

Her eyes searched mine, a question lingering in the depths of her gaze. I could feel the heat of her body against mine, the way her chest rose and fell in time with mine, and it was impossible to ignore the pull between us. The anger, the frustration—it all melted into something else, something raw and undeniable.

"Jennie," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper, but it carried the weight of everything unsaid between us.

I swallowed hard, my throat dry, my mind racing. I wanted to say something, to break the tension, but words felt inadequate. Instead, I let my gaze drop to her lips, the memory of that kiss in Japan flooding back with startling clarity. My heart thudded in my chest, loud enough that I was sure she could hear it.

Lisa's free hand came up, her fingers brushing against my cheek, tentative at first, as if she was afraid I might pull away. But I didn't. I couldn't. Her touch was electric, sending a wave of warmth through me that I hadn't realized I'd been craving.

"You drive me crazy," she said, her voice low, a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "You know that?"

I let out a shaky breath, my own lips curving into a faint smile despite the storm of emotions swirling inside me. "The feeling's mutual," I admitted, my voice barely audible.

Her smile widened, and then she leaned in, her forehead resting against mine. The closeness was overwhelming, her breath mingling with mine, and I could feel the tension between us building, like a thread pulled taut, ready to snap.

"Lisa," I whispered, my voice trembling, "I don't know what is this."

"Neither do I," she admitted, her thumb brushing against my cheek. "But maybe we don't have to figure it out right now."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, and before I could respond, her lips were on mine. The kiss was soft at first, tentative, as if she was testing the waters, but it didn't take long for the intensity to build. Her hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, and I responded instinctively, my fingers tangling in the fabric of her shirt.

The world around us faded away, the shattered phone on the floor forgotten, the tension and frustration replaced by something far more intoxicating. Her lips moved against mine with a urgency that mirrored my own, and I felt myself melting into her, every touch, every breath, every heartbeat amplifying the connection between us.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us were breathless, our foreheads resting together as we tried to steady ourselves. Lisa's eyes met mine, and for the first time, there was no anger, no frustration—just a quiet understanding, a shared acknowledgment of whatever this was between us.

"We should probably talk," she said softly, her thumb brushing against my lower lip.

I nodded, my heart still racing. "Yeah," I agreed, my voice barely a whisper. "But not right now."

A small smile tugged at her lips, and she leaned in again, her lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was softer, sweeter, but no less charged.

The air between us grew hotter, heavier, as Lisa's lips found mine again. This time, there was no hesitation, no softness—just hunger. Her hands slid down to my waist, pulling me closer until there was no space left between us. My fingers tangled in her hair, tugging lightly, and she groaned against my mouth, the sound sending a jolt of heat straight through me.

Her kisses were relentless, each one deeper, more demanding than the last. I could feel the weight of her body pressing into mine, the way her hips moved against me, and it was impossible to ignore the heat pooling low in my stomach. My mind was a blur of sensation, every touch, every breath, every sound she made driving me closer to the edge.

But then I felt it—something hard pressing against my abdomen, something that shouldn't be there. My brain stuttered, trying to make sense of it, and I pulled back slightly, breaking the kiss. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, my eyes searching hers.

"Lisa," I started, my voice shaky, "what... what is that?"

For a moment, she looked confused, but then her expression shifted, a slow, knowing smile spreading across her lips. She didn't pull away, didn't try to hide. Instead, she leaned in closer, her breath warm against my ear as she whispered, "I'm intersex, Jennie."

I blinked, my mind struggling to process what she'd just said. "Intersex?" I repeated, my voice barely above a whisper.

She nodded, her gaze steady, unflinching. "Yeah. It means I was born with anatomy that doesn't fit typical definitions of male or female. For me, it means I have... male genitals while look like a girl."

Her words hung in the air, heavy and loaded, and I felt my cheeks flush as the reality of what she was saying sank in. My eyes dropped to where our bodies were still pressed together, and I could feel the heat rising in my face.

"And you're not... embarrassed about it?" I asked, my voice trembling.

Lisa chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down my spine. "Why would I be embarrassed?" she said, her tone cocky, almost teasing. "If anything, it makes girls want me more. They scream for me every time I use it."

My eyes widened, and I felt a mix of shock and something else—something I didn't want to admit. "You've had a lot of experience, then?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

She smirked, her confidence unwavering. "Yeah, but it's all been one-night stands. Nothing serious."

Something about the way she said it—so casual, so unapologetic—ignited a spark of anger in me. Before I could think it through, I pushed her back, my hands pressing against her chest. She stumbled slightly, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Jennie—" she started, but I cut her off.

"You think that's something to brag about?" I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. "Using people like that?"

For a moment, she looked taken aback, but then her expression softened. "It's not like that," she said, her voice quieter now. "It's just... I've never met anyone who made me want more."

Her words caught me off guard, and I felt the anger in me waver. She stepped closer, her hands reaching for mine, and this time, I didn't pull away.

The room was quiet, the tension between us thick and palpable. Lisa took a step back, her hands dropping to her sides as she looked at me, her expression serious. "Jennie," she started, her voice steady but soft, "what are we doing? Last time I checked, you hated me."

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. She was right—I had spent months telling myself I couldn't stand her, that she was everything I didn't want in my life. But now, lying here with her, all those feelings felt muddled, tangled up in something I couldn't quite name.

"I... I don't know," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm confused. I don't like you, Lisa. I don't. But I can't get that kiss out of my head. It's been months, and I still think about it. I don't know why, but I can't forget it."

Lisa's gaze softened, and she let out a small sigh, running a hand through her hair. "I don't like you either, Jennie," she said, her tone blunt but not unkind. "But I can't deny that I'm attracted to you. You're Jennie Kim. The IT girl in Korea. You're sexy, and your face... it's really beautiful. I'm not gonna lie, that's part of what draws me to you. But it's not just that. There's something about you that I can't shake."

Her words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I felt my cheeks flush. I wanted to be angry, to push her away and tell her she had no right to say those things to me. But deep down, I knew she was being honest—brutally, painfully honest.

"There's no way I'd ever be with you, Lisa," I said, my voice trembling. "Not in a relationship. Our lives are too different. You're... you're normal. You're poor. And I'm... I'm Jennie Kim. I'm famous. I'm rich. I have everything I could ever want. Being with you would ruin everything."

Lisa didn't flinch at my words. Instead, she stepped closer, her eyes locking onto mine. "Then why can't you forget about me?" she asked, her voice low and challenging. "If I'm so beneath you, why do I keep popping up in your head? Why did you kiss me back in Japan? Why did you let me kiss you just now?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. She was right—I didn't have an answer. I didn't know why she was stuck in my head, why I couldn't shake the memory of her touch, her lips, her presence. It didn't make sense. None of it made sense.

"I don't know," I finally said, my voice breaking. "I don't know what you've done to me, Lisa. But I can't stop thinking about you. And I hate it. I hate that you're in my head. I hate that I can't just forget you."

Lisa's expression softened, and she reached out, her fingers brushing against my arm. "Maybe you don't have to forget me," she said quietly. "Maybe we don't have to figure everything out right now. Maybe we can just... see where this goes. No labels, no expectations. Just us."

I looked at her, my heart racing, my mind spinning. It was a dangerous idea, one that could ruin everything I'd worked so hard to build. But as I laid there, her touch sending shivers through me, I couldn't help but wonder if it was a risk worth taking.

"I don't know, Lisa," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "I don't know if I can do that."

She nodded, her hand dropping back to her side. "That's okay," she said softly. "You don't have to decide right now. Just... think about it."

Her words hung in the air, heavy with meaning, and for the first time, I felt the weight of the choice in front of me. It wasn't just about Lisa—it was about me, about what I wanted, about who I was willing to be. And as much as it scared me, I couldn't deny that a part of me wanted to find out.

The sharp chime of the doorbell cut through the heavy silence, snapping me out of the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. I froze, my heart pounding as I glanced at Lisa. Her expression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of something—panic, maybe?—in her eyes. She took a step back, putting distance between us, and I felt a strange ache at the loss of her closeness.

"I'll get it," I said quickly, my voice shaky as I smoothed my hair and straightened my clothes, trying to compose myself. Lisa didn't say anything, just nodded and crossed her arms, her gaze dropping to the floor.

I walked to the door, my legs feeling like they were made of jelly, and opened it to find Jisoo standing there, her eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Hey, boss," she said, her tone casual but her eyes sharp, already scanning the room behind me. "You texted me to come over but didn't say why. What's going on?"

"Take Lisa home," I said abruptly, my voice firm but not unkind. I didn't offer an explanation, and I didn't wait for Jisoo to ask for one. I just stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in.

Jisoo blinked, clearly confused, but she didn't question me. She knew better than to push when I used that tone. "Uh... okay," she said slowly, stepping inside. Her eyes landed on Lisa, who was standing awkwardly by the couch, and her confusion only deepened. "Lisa? What are you doing here?"

Lisa cleared her throat, her usual confidence slipping as she avoided Jisoo's gaze. "I was just leaving," she said, her voice clipped. She bent down to pick up her shattered phone from the floor, shoving it into her pocket. "Jennie, I'll see you around."

She didn't wait for a response, brushing past Jisoo and heading for the door. Jisoo turned to watch her go, her eyebrows practically in her hairline, before looking back at me. "What's going on?" she asked, her tone equal parts curious and suspicious. "Why is Lisa here? And why do I need to take her home?"

"No questions," I said firmly, my voice leaving no room for argument. "Just take her home."

Jisoo opened her mouth as if to protest, but then she closed it again, nodding reluctantly. "Okay, boss," she said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "No questions. I'll get her home."

She turned to leave, but before she could step out the door, I added, "And Jisoo... don't mention this to anyone."

She glanced back at me, her expression unreadable for a moment, before nodding. "Got it. My lips are sealed."

As the door closed behind her, I let out a breath I didn't realize I'd been holding. My mind was still reeling, my body still humming from the intensity of what had just happened with Lisa. I couldn't think straight, couldn't make sense of the storm of emotions raging inside me.

I walked back to the couch, sinking into it as I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to steady my breathing. My thoughts kept circling back to Lisa—the way she'd kissed me, the way her hands had felt on my skin, the way she'd looked at me with that mix of confidence and vulnerability. And then there was what she'd told me about herself, about being intersex. It was a lot to process, and I didn't even know where to begin.

Why had I let Lisa touch me like that? Why had I kissed her back? And why, despite everything, had it felt so good? I hated how confused I felt, how much she was taking up space in my head. I didn't like her—I couldn't. She was everything I shouldn't want, everything that didn't fit into my carefully curated life. And yet, I couldn't stop thinking about her.

As I sat there, staring at the closed door, I felt a pang of something I couldn't quite name. Regret? Longing? I didn't know. All I knew was that Lisa had left, but her presence lingered, like a shadow I couldn't shake. And deep down, I knew this wasn't over. Whatever this was between us, it was far from finished.

But for now, all I could do was try to push it out of my mind, to focus on the present and pretend like everything was normal. Even if, inside, I felt anything but.

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FUCK I'M LOST... Bare with this story, I don't have any idea where am I going on this one but the plot is in my head I just don't know how can make the flow smooth, and yes... I know, I'm doing it bad now but bare with it for a couple of chapter.

This is painful to reread and to retype cause I don't remember the character, I'm writing alot of stories (in private) so it's making me confused what are they characters...

Would you like me to stop this or you still want to go with this? Cause I'm actually ready to delete this story lol.