Chapter IV

Chaeyoung had often fantasised about how she would introduce herself to Lisa, how she would tilt her head at a certain angle and flutter her eyelids in an attempt to mesmerise the younger girl. Yet her fantasies were obliterated by a mere three cups of liquor and her own hastiness.

"How'd you know my name?" Lisa asked, her eyebrows knit in mock confusion, "I don't think we've met." 

Chaeyoung stared at her crush, (who by the way, was still holding our sweet Chaeng in her arms) tongue-tied.

With her newfound inability to speak, Chaeyoung found herself burning up, the tips of her ears flaring red in embarrassment.

Lisa, with experienced ease, suggested, "Why don't we take this to the couch?"

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"All better now?" Lisa asked, using a paper plate as a makeshift fan, fanning Chaeyoung in an attempt to cool her down. 

"Yes, I mean I- about how I knew you name I actually-" Chaeyoung started to ramble, but was saved yet again by Lisa, "No, it's cool, but I'd like to know how I've never seen you around before." Lisa's eyes moved over Chaeyoung and Chaeyoung suddenly felt her face heat up again.

Chaeyoung couldn't stand it. 

She knew of Lisa's reputation as a playgirl, but she couldn't care less. She wanted to take over Lisa's mind, remove all evidence of anyone else who might've been on it before.

She had to make a move.

Chaeyoung reached over t