9 Years Ago
When Lisa woke up, the first thing she registered was that her head was trying to commit treason against her skull.
Okay. Okay. Breathe. What the actual hell happened last night?
Her brain pulsed like it had been personally victimized by a jackhammer, her limbs ached like she'd gone ten rounds with a treadmill, and her stomach? Oh, her stomach was staging a full-blown protest.
Note to self: Never drink again. Ever.
The sun was assaulting her face through the curtains like it had a personal vendetta. She pried her eyes open-why is the sun so loud?-only to realize three horrifying things in rapid succession:
1. She was not in her own bed.
2. There was a very heavy arm draped over her waist.
3. That arm was attached to a person.
Hello????
Lisa's entire body went rigid. Because oh.
Oh no.
When she tried to move, she realized something was wrong.
She couldn't wiggle.
She was being held down.
Not like pinned-down-to-fight-for-your-life kind of held, but... snuggled. Cuddled. Spooned. Entwined.
Not only was she tangled in someone's limbs like a pretzel, but her head was pillowed on their arm, and-oh god-their fingers were intertwined with hers. Like some kind of romantic cliché. Like they were couple-coded. Like this was a scene straight out of a fanfic (A.N: 🤓), and Lisa wanted to vomit.
Then she felt it-warm breath against the back of her neck. A shiver shot down her spine.
No. No no no. Please don't be who I think it is. Please be a random stranger. Please be literally anyone else-
She turned her head slowly, like a horror movie protagonist about to face the killer.
And there he was.
Jeon Jungkook.
Of all people.
Of all the people at the party. Out of every rando, friend, enemy, alien, or houseplant she could've ended up with, it was Jungkook.The boy she claimed-loudly-to despise. The boy who made her blood boil in the "I'd rather set myself on fire than sit near him" way.
The one person she swore she hated. The one who just makes her mad by existing in her general vicinity. The same guy who was currently sleeping next to her.
And to make matters worse, the idiot looked good even in sleep. Lips slightly parted,looking unfairly peaceful, soft eyelashes dusting his cheeks, a peaceful pout making him look like someone's dream boyfriend.
Gross.
Lisa stared for two seconds too long, cataloguing his features like she was submitting a report.
