A/N : this is a very short Liskook fanfic intended to end in a single chapter. Not a cliché/romantic shot, but something that stores a meaning behind.

Also, ignore the typos if any, I wrote in a hurry.

Publication date : 21/05/19

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D o n ' t I g n o r e M e

I turn over the other side, kicking the blanket aside, then roll over my right side again. Nothing is helping out. The sound of the clock generating 'tuck tuck' anonymously is so annoying by the second that even the idea of sticking a tonne of wax into my ear canal to block it, and temporarily avoid hearing is grave and sound.

I've no choice but to press my ears against my palms to calm them up, but even the white plain ceiling seem to bore me out.

No, I am not complaining, not at all.

My life is freaking beautiful without my husband, who like Christopher Columbus disappeared into the other corner of the world, out for voyage to god knows where, and very soon Mr Jeon is even gonna discover America. I mean how the heck have I not given him divorce yet. If it were for some impatient woman then she'd have already smacked divorce papers on his face losing her marbles. But me, I am being so stoic. That man is not home since like for the past two weeks with no phone calls at all. And whenever I try to call him, his 'personal' secretory picks up the call only to tell me he's busy. No he's not got a single second for his beloved.

And that goddamn woman stays around him all the time? What's so special about her, it makes me bite my nails every time I hear his last name from her filthy mouth, which belongs to me since two years, and her high pitched voice makes it harder, it make my nerves lose its end.

I understand he's a workaholic human, unlike me. But can he just stop ignoring his wife for the sake of my life. It seems equivalent to a cave, or more like pit where people come and spit. Am I some material of stock or joke?

Looking around, my eyes catch the illuminated sky through the window. It's almost morning now. Wow.

I didn't sleep the whole freaking night, god must be joking. Oh, thank you Jeon Jungkook for taking care of your first love-Lalisa Jeon. I'm really healthy and blessed by your love that I feel like I'm floating in the seventh cloud and drinking heaven's brink, and being occasionally showered with flowers- lilacs, roses, sunflowers, daisies, daffodils and what not. Tears escaped my eyes, concealed with heavy sarcastic thoughts. I ain't so weak to cry for him. No I won't shed a single tear, not anymore.

After what he'd presented me– nothing–why would I care for someone like him?

Coz you love him, silly.

From deep inside, my own voice echoed over my ears. I couldn't believe this, even after all this? Yes, of course I'm silly. Probably the most silliest and dumbest human alive too.

My thoughts get interrupted with the creak of the main door downstairs. It is still morning, and I remember well that I've fired all the maids out of the house coz I caught one of em stealing expensive utensils from the kitchen. Cheap I know.

And since like one week or so, I'm feeding myself, but right now, I feel nothing except for going and complaining about my life to the one who always ignored my existence.

I hear footsteps trotting upstairs, and the only person it could be is Jeon Jungkook of course, coz he's one of the humans who has the keys. I seriously wanna go hug him tight. I miss his smell, his touch, his affection and everything that disappeared like it was never there at the first place. His footsteps resonate across the door and soon the door knob turns down, and I know he's gonna come in..

I quickly closed my eyes to pretend to sleep. The door opens. I heard that. But as soon as it is opened, it closes. What the actual fu-

Did he just ignore me again? I remember it well when he used to peek like that, but very clearly he used to gaze in my direction with an admiring look. He used to watch me whenever he came back home from long business meetings abroad. When did he change so much that he didn't even spare me a look?

I'm mentally devastated, and heartbroken. Screw it, I'm gonna teach him a lesson. I quickly hop off my bed and trod out of my room, and soon walked down the stairway with clearly a distorted face, ready to scare the shit out of him. I hate him.

He is sitting by the sofa, his back facing me, and his hands reading the piece of newspaper. Well, it is surely yesterday's. I walk across him and sit opposite to him at the single-couch, and stare his form. His face is still curtained by the paper though.

" Jungkook, you're home? " I ask, with slight sarcasm dripping from my words. But no, he pays no attention like I am talking to air. Strange.

I felt like hitting him with my slippers right away. At other occasions he at least hummed at my sarcastic remarks instead of staying dead silent. Is he some kinda ghost sitting there?

I mentally chuckle at my thought and call him out again. " hey. Jungkook "

No response again.

Now it is getting on my nerves. Fisrtly, he should fucking explain where he was and secondly, he should apologize for making me worried to sick. " Jungkook stop ignoring me " I grit my teeth, but he still doesn't bulge even an inch as if he couldn't hear me. As if I am just a barking dog pestering an elephant on it's way, and I feel bad, and insulted.

" Jungkook stop being so stupid. You are creeping me out " I restrain myself from bursting any of my anger. He doesn't reply anything. This is it. Something is up, he never reacted that way before.

Either he is too mad at me, or it isn't him.

He then folds the newspaper  and reveals his face. It is him. Jungkook. I breath in relief.

" dude, what the fck is wrong with you? " I yell, but this cold behaviour of him persists. And I sit there, glaring at him while thinking what did I do wrong to deserve this when at the first instance it was him who was at fault. Guys can be pretty cunning and manipulative, I knew that but I never saw this side of him before, not to this extent at least.

" stop acting like you can't see me Jeon Jungkook " I speak venomously, trying to keep intact the little lucidity and patience I have. If this man keeps up with his crafty acting, I will ignore him too. I'm not freaking desperate for his attention.

Lie.

I close my eyes and pres my fingers against my forehead, trying to calm myself. I've had head ache problems which are really frequent since last two months. I need care, but no one is there to provide it to me. I couldn't complain because Jungkook is after all trying his best to bring the company once his father owned to heights, the crests.

But he stopped being the ideal kind of husband he was, he used to love me so much. I remember those days when he used to carry me to the bed. Used to bring me flowers-the all kind of varieties and even brought me perfumes coz I was addicted to flower scents and still I'm. It was all hugs and kisses. I miss the taste of the food he cooked for me in weekends, and the family planning. Everything shattered, all the plans of futures crumpled when his Father's company came in the verge of bankruptcy, and that's where began the tough and harsh reality, out of fairly lights and fantasies.

He became really serious about his work and ripped the idea of coming back home, and I'd no excuse to complain about. I couldn't decide any. He even built a mini office besides the drawing room to keep working even when he's at home. I lost his attention and love.

I never blamed him. I never complained but now I do. In securing the world recognition of the young entrepreneurs, he left behind his only family-me. And I'd no one to go after. All I had and wanted was him. Just him.

I'm pulled back into reality with the echo of his feeble voice from upstairs. He already walked in our room when I was so consumed in my thoughts that I didn't even realize that.

" Lisa!? "

His voice is searching me, and it feels like I've  suddenly reached from hell to the ninth cloud. Like in literal. I am so relieved to hear his voice.

I walk upstairs tugging a natural smile on my dry lips. It is really natural and true ecstasy twitching my muscles. I stand across the door which is slightly ajar. Just when I was ready to enter inside, his shrieking voice wanders in air making me stupefied on my place.

" LISA !!!! "

It was loud and shaky and hid a blending of pain and shock. What caused that?

Without a second thought I run inside and dash just beside him. He is gazing towards the bathroom floor with his eyes almost coming out of the socket with the some catatonic fear of as if seeing Annabell doll lying there.

But I am lowkey scared coz I never saw him so afraid and shock at the same time. I  walk towards his side hesitantly and as my eyes venture across the bathroom floor, I see a corpse.

And not just anyone's but my own.

I am lying there, dead, with my hands lay spread and my body already turned cold and pale, wane and no warmness evaporating from my skin. My cheeks are shrunken and i look ugly, more horrible than i ever imagined with head clotted with blood, and the rest of the floor is soaked with the sane redness.

But I'm here, alive, standing besides him. " Jungkook. I'm here. She's not me " I insist. I'm not ugly like her. I'm not.

He doesn't listen as always. He ignores me, again.

I shake my head clasping my mouth with my hands in utter disbelief, meanwhile, he dashes over the floor and hugs that body–my body, and strangely I do feel his warm embrace. It can't be me. I cry. But soon as my gaze diverts towards the mirror across the bathroom's door, I see wall behind me, but not me. I remain silently flabbergasted, but with the second thought, it becomes obvious.

" Lisa, please wake up, please please. "

" I'm sorry, Lisa, please wake up "

I hear his fainting voice ringing against my ears, but I ignore, coz it is the only thing I can do now. He is late.

You're too late, Jungkook..

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The end.

A/N : how was it?fantastic? Leave good comments for healthy skin..

This is probably the end. Or are you craving for more? I may give you the epilogue later after my exams.

But oh, did you understand the meaning behind? I'm open for your perspectives and how you conceived it.

Thank you!!

Love
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Lizzy.

(Note : This book is complete. No Epilogue, sorry. You can imagine the ending the way you want.

Jungkook realized his mistakes, and he's really sorry, but things like life and death cannot be undone. One cannot travel back in time. Love and value each one, thing or moment you have, coz who knows you may or may not have it tomorrow)