JENNIE
Our champagne arrived and was dramatically poured into fluted glasses. Lisa and I clinked ours together right as the "entertainment" arrived. Much to Jackson's delight, a parade of hot women streamed into the room. They all seemed to be models in tight shirts, tight pants, or tight skirts. Maybe there was a convention in town? Tittering and giggling, the colorful assortment of eye candy floated around the room like cheap perfume. A handful stopped by Niki's lounge chair, one or two sat with a disinterested Evan and a red-faced Lucas, and a half-dozen flocked around King Jackson. The rest made a beeline for Lisa. In a rather aggressive move on my part, I hopped onto Lisa's lap, slinging my arms around her neck. Back off, bitches. They didn't, but they kept a greater distance than they probably would have if I hadn't. As the girls were handed glasses of alcohol by the waitresses, Lisa leaned in and told me, "I like you possessively sitting on me. Maybe we should hire the girls to follow us around everywhere?"
I made a face at her comment, but I couldn't hold onto it; her grin was just too darn provocative. In answer to her ridiculous proposal, I shifted my weight on her lap, grinding against her in all the right places. Her eyes lit up. Grabbing my drink, she placed it on a waitress's tray as she walked by. "We need to dance," she stated. She stood up, and I had no choice but to stand up with her.
Several of the girls around joined us in the center of the smooth hardwood floor. Facing Lisa, I ignored them; she ignored them too. Hands low on my waist, she pulled our hips together until we were straddling each other. We moved together in intimate ways that spoke volumes about our true relationship. None of the visiting girls seemed to catch on that Lisa was taken though—at least, not by me.
Some of them kept looking between Lisa and Niki, but since Niki was merely watching Lisa with hooded eyes and not throwing a diva-sized tantrum at her seductive dancing, the girls felt just fine being flirtatious with her. As much as Lisa's hands were all over me, their hands were all over her. I had to remove wandering palms from her chest more than once. Lisa shook her head as she batted hands away from her ass. You would think she was a lucky charm by how often she was being stroked. Well, I suppose she was, in a way. I felt lucky being with her.
The thumping beat filled the low-lit room. While I melded my body to Lisa's, I kept an eye on the other boys. Lucas and Evan weren't an issue. They were animatedly having a conversation between themselves. Lucas was showing Evan guitar chords in the air, while Evan nodded, a wide smile on her face. It wouldn't surprise me in the least if the two were dreaming up a new song. The girls around them looked at a loss as to how to get their attention. I wanted to walk over and tell them to save their time and just enjoy their free Cristal. Lucas and Evan weren't going to do anything to hurt their beloved girlfriends.
Slightly to the left of the two D-Bags was Niki. When she wasn't staring at Lisa, she was flirting with a couple of boys that looked straight out of an Abercrombie ad. I guess the owner thought it was only fair to bring her a couple of treats too. She flicked her hair over her shoulder, exposing her elegant neckline. I could see her laughing, her eyes roving over the boys' bodies, as she fostered their hope that they had a chance with her. But her gaze always returned to Lisa. Always.
Threading my fingers through Lisa's hair, I pulled her a little closer to me; our chests were touching now too. Lisa's smile turned devilish as she focused solely on me. She smelled incredible, and her lips were so tantalizingly close. Her hands were making patterns on my back—up the sides, around to my neck, down my spine, over my backside. I thought about having those hands on my bare skin and felt the rush of desire tingle me. Remembering that we had a hotel room waiting for us, I considered her offer of leaving this strange, private party. Then I remembered why I couldn't.
With trepidation, I looked around for Jackson. I found him tongue deep in some blonde. I immediately stiffened as pure venom seeped through my veins. Jisoo pours her heart out and this is how he repays her? What a prick! Lisa and I stopped dancing as I stared at Jackson cupping the girl's ass in front of him, while two more women hung off his arms. A vibrant redhead had her hands inside his pants. I was so pissed I could hardly see straight. I broke away from Lisa to give Jackson a piece of my mind, but Lisa yanked me back into his arms. My eyes bored holes into Jackson as Lisa's lips touched my ear.
"Making a scene with him isn't going to help anything. I'll talk to him later."
I pushed Lisa back, my mood frosty. "Later? What, after he's screwed them?"
Lisa shook her head at me and was about to respond when Niki joined our group of gyrating bodies. Slinking up to Lisa's side, a beautiful man on each arm, she asked her, "Problem?" One of her guys was blatantly staring at her chest; the other was blatantly staring at Lisa. Of course. Everybody loved Lisa. Except me at the moment.
Lisa gave her a brief smile. "Everything's fine."
I was about to wholeheartedly object when Jackson walked through my peripheral vision. He had one arm around the blonde, the other around the redhead. He was striding them purposefully toward the VIP bathrooms, and I was absolutely certain that it wasn't because he had to pee.
"That son of a bitch!" I muttered, taking a step toward the restrooms. Damn if I was just going to sit back and watch him cheat on my sister. Lisa had a firm grip on my hand, though. I looked back at her when I was stretched to capacity. "Let me go, Lisa."
Shaking her head, she pulled me toward her. "You can't make him change, Jennie. He has to want to. And he's not going to stop . . . whatever he's doing in there just because you barge in yelling and screaming. Trust me. You'll just end up seeing way more than you want to."
Yanking my hand free, I pushed against her chest. "Then you go stop him. Drag him out of there like you dragged him away from those two girl-looking guys in New Jersey!" I was so irritated and hurt for my sister that tears were pricking the corners of my eyes.
Stepping into me, Lisa cupped my cheeks. "He has to make the choice, Jennie. It means nothing if I force him."
Her eyes were soft with compassion. I knew she was right. Lisa and I couldn't watchdog Jackson every time he went out, but it hurt so bad to stand aside and let it happen. "He won't get away with it, Lisa. I'm not going to lie for him." I had a sudden, painful respect for Somi in that moment. I felt sick for doing nothing while Jackson screwed around on my sister. She must have felt the exact same way when she'd done nothing while I'd been fooling around on Taehyung. I owed her a much bigger apology than I'd ever given her.
Lisa caressed my cheek. "Jisoo knows what he's like, Jennie. You don't have to lie."
Fighting back nausea and tears, I warbled, "I want to leave now."
Lisa nodded and held me close. I clutched her tight as she asked one of the waitresses to call a cab. After hasty goodbyes to Niki and the D-Bags I liked, Lisa and I ducked out the rear exit. A yellow and black taxi was waiting for us, and holding hands, we darted inside. Lisa told the cab driver where to go, then twisted to face me. Her expression was worried and apologetic. I searched her features as hot tears leaked out of my eyes. "I hate him," I seethed. And just when I'd actually been starting to like Jackson too. As irrational as it sounded, I felt like he'd just cheated on me as well as my sister.
Lisa grabbed my cheeks, giving me a soft, tender kiss. It took a moment, but as the cab started pulling away, her gentle touch finally eased my hardening heart. Not all rockers sucked.
I fumed as I lay in my spacious king-sized bed next to my sleeping wife. I wasn't even enjoying the fifteen hundred thread–count sheets or the ultra-warm down comforter. The silky silver tassels attached to the corners of my pillow were nothing more than stress-relievers as I repeatedly ran my fingers through them. Jackson was a certified, Grade-A asshole. If my father didn't first, I may put a hit out on him. I was sure I could talk Lisa into helping me hide the body.
Every sense I had was focused on the hallway, because the moment I heard Jackson's arrival at the hotel, I was going to pounce on him. And Lisa wasn't going to be able to stop me this time. Nothing would stop me this time. Even hotel security would have trouble containing me. Jackson had gone too far.
I knew Lisa was right. I knew the choice to be a decent human being was Jackson's alone, but Jesus Christ, Jisoo was about to pop out his child any day now. The least he could do was wait until after his son was born to resume banging random babes. And he wasn't exactly the brightest bulb in the box. Did he use condoms? What if he knocked one of the bimbos up? What if he caught something and spread it to my sister? It was all so disgustingly horrifying. It jacked up my already revving temper.
My feet were twitchy and restless as I waited. Lisa was peacefully sleeping beside me, which didn't help my anger any. How could she be so calm about the whole thing? They're weird. But, then again, Jackson and Jisoo were weird. They'd never really been committed to each other. I just thought . . . with the pregnancy, and Jackson's streak of monogamy . . . I had just hoped things were different. Maybe the only anger I should be feeling was toward myself, for assuming he'd matured.
No. Jackson was an asshole.
I leapt out of bed when I finally heard voices in the hallway. So help me God, Jackson was going to pay for this. Not even sure if it was him I was hearing, I yanked open the heavy outer door. Head down and hands in his pockets, Jackson was right in front of me as I stomped into the hallway. Smiling that fate wanted me to kick his ass, I pushed him into the far wall. Showing up out of nowhere and flinging myself at him got Jackson's attention. His face was pale white as he bumped into the hotel room door opposite mine.
Seeing the confusion on his face made my vision streak with red. Grade-A Asshole was going to get an earful, along with every other person on this floor who was trying to sleep. But I didn't care. My sister's honor was at stake. A small part of me noted the hypocrisy in my actions, but the inferno in me drowned that part out. "You are the biggest son of a bitch I have ever met!"
Being screeched at this early in the morning knocked the surprise off of Jackson's face. Scowling, he yelled back, "What the fuck's wrong with you?"
Lucas had been walking in front of Jackson, Evan behind him. They both took a step toward me when I lunged for Jackson. Maybe seeing that I was going to throttle the bassist, Evan held me in his arms. "My sister is going to have your baby any second, and you're out screwing whores in bathrooms! I hope Jisoo finally wises up and kicks your ass to the curb!"
Jackson's face clouded over. "Yeah, like Taehyung kicked yours?" he snarled.
"Jackson!" Lisa was standing in our doorway. My screaming may have woken her up, but it was Jackson's comment that had her blood pumping. Her eyes were narrowed to icy pinpoints.
Jackson cast Lisa an annoyed, but cautious, glance. I took his moment of silence to shout back, "Minutes after Jisoo admits that she loves you, you find some cheap floozies to go down on you? What the hell's wrong with you?"
I could feel Evan's hands on my arms being replaced by Lisa's, but I didn't care. Lisa would have to gag me to shut me up at that point. Jackson stepped toward me, and the mood in the air shifted. Evan and Lucas simultaneously put a hand on each of his arms, warning him to keep it together. Leaning into my face, Jackson yelled, "I didn't do anything with either of those girls, okay? So back the fuck off!"
Glaring, I spit out, "Right. And I'm supposed to believe that. I saw you."
His mood changing again, Jackson sighed. Voice still agitated, but quieter than before, he told me, "Yeah, we started going at it. I had both girls primed, panties on the floor, dying to jump me, but all I could think about was Jisoo." Raising his hands in the air, his voice picked up strength and volume. "I didn't want to fuck either of those girls because I'm in love with your fucking sister! Are you happy now, bitch! I'm fucking whipped . . . just like these other pussies." He indicated his band mates.
My jaw dropped. I couldn't even respond to that.
Someone else did respond, though. "You're in love with me?"
Every head shifted to the open hotel room door that Jisoo was leaning against. The energy in the air shifted again as Jackson locked eyes with her. Lucas and Evan released him as he whispered, "Yes." Looking a little dejected, like he was admitting defeat, he muttered, "I'm in love with you, and I don't want anybody else." His brow furrowed, like he didn't understand how random hookups had suddenly lost their appeal.
Smiling, Jisoo strode out into the hallway to stand in front of him. "I love you too, and I don't want anybody else either." Cupping his cheek, she added, "You're enough for me."
That seemed to make sense to Jackson, and he finally smiled like he was happy. "You're enough for me too."
Grabbing his hand, Jisoo started backing toward her room. "Good, then come be enough for me right now. I'm horny as hell."
Jackson rushed up to her, grabbing her backside. "God, me too," he murmured before their mouths met.
My stomach twisting for a completely different reason, I turned around to flee back inside my room. Lisa was still blocking my path, though. Regardless of the sort of romantic moment we'd just witnessed, her expression was irritated. "Hey, Jackson!" I looked over to see Jackson reluctantly pulling his mouth from Jisoo's. Lisa's arm wrapped around my waist as she told Jackson, "Don't call my wife a bitch again."
Jackson smirked at her, then turned back to Jisoo.
Lisa and I went back to bed after the happy couple's breakthrough moment. Our slumber didn't last long, though. Lisa had a series of radio interviews that she had to call in for, which Rosé reminded her about by mercilessly banging on our door. "Phone calls in ten minutes, Manoban."
Groggy and tired, Lisa sat up in our bed with slothlike speed. Scratching her chest, she kissed my cheek then nuzzled my neck. Giggling, I reached up and tangled my fingers through her hair. I'd been too upset to be intimate with her earlier, but I felt content and peaceful right then, and it was a shame to let this luxurious bed go to waste. Ten minutes wasn't a lot of time, but surely it was enough for a quickie.
As her lips worked their way up to my ear, I pulled her body down on top of mine. "Mornin'," she husked.
Wrapping my legs around her legs, I ground my hips against her, determined to wake her all the way up; it didn't take long. "Good morning," I whispered as I closed my eyes. God, she felt good.
Lisa didn't waste a second of her precious time; she pulled off my clothes while I pulled off hers. When we were bare in each other's arms, I figured we still had over nine minutes left. Lisa's body was warm and soft, yet hard as steel as I clutched her to me. Enjoying our moment of freedom in our private suite, I held nothing back as her body sank inside of mine. The novelty of being completely alone with her had me climaxing at a minute and a half in. When Rosé banged on her door at the five minute reminder, telling her she'd texted her interview itinerary to her, I cried out with my second release. When she came back around with her sixty second reminder, I experienced my third and Lisa finally allowed herself to join me.
We were panting, both well spent, when she slunk off of the bed, cell phone in hand to go make her round of appointed calls. With a satisfied smile, I wondered if she had anymore ten minute breaks in her lineup.
Deciding to be a little lazy, since today wasn't a traveling day, I ordered up some room and laundry service. Niki's manager had booked the hotels for the tour, and Niki had extravagant tastes—anything under five stars simply wouldn't do. Most of the hotels we'd stayed at would wash all of our clothes for us if we called and asked. This was a huge bonus for me, since laundry wasn't my favorite thing in the world. Life on the road with Niki did have a couple of perks; I felt spoiled.
After throwing all of our clothes into a bag, including what we'd been wearing this morning, I grabbed a couple of plush robes from the bathroom. The long, white robe smelled of lavender and was softer than any robe I'd ever worn before. It made me feel like I was wrapped in a gigantic powder puff. I briefly considered stealing it.
Lisa was sitting at a table next to the doors that led to the balcony. The view of downtown Charlotte from our hotel room was impressive, with scores of beautiful skyscrapers reaching up to touch the clouds. I didn't give it more than a second's glance this morning though, because Lisa was sitting in the chair completely naked, and it was highly distracting. I tossed her a robe. It was a shame to cover up that body, but she might give the poor hotel employee heart failure if she walked in and saw her like that. Lisa smiled at me as she spoke to the DJ on the other line. She didn't put the robe on, but laid it over her lap. Good enough.
Just as I again was considering stealing both of the robes, our food arrived. Having food delivered straight to my bedroom was my favorite part about staying at hotels. There was nothing quite like propping yourself up on soft, plump pillows while a steaming plate of bacon, eggs, cinnamon rolls, orange juice, and coffee was rolled into position beside you. I liked it. It made me feel like a queen. In fact, I planned to find a way to continue the luxury when the tour ended. Maybe hire one of my friends to bring us breakfast in bed every morning, or maybe Rita. I'm sure she wouldn't mind swinging by each and every day for a chance to see Lisa shirtless. Hmmm, on second thought, maybe not.
As Lisa's food was placed in front of her at her table by a male employee, I handed a female employee the bag of laundry I'd scrounged together. It was so nice not have to look for Laundromats everywhere we went. The fresh-faced employee was very professional, but her eyes darted over to Lisa's half-naked body every few seconds. It almost made her seem like she had a nervous tic.
Lisa paused in her conversation to thank them both, then she gave me a quick smirk when she noticed what I'd ordered for her—a Denver omelet. Ignoring her enticing expression, I grabbed my purse so I could tip the employees.
The male employee politely took his bills and left as silently as he'd entered. The female lingered. Wondering if I'd have to turn her around and forcibly push her out the door, I glanced at her nameplate and said, "Thank you, Leanne."
Hearing her name snapped her out of her trance, and she pulled her eyes from Lisa. Cheeks slightly flushed, she smiled and told me, "Let me know if you need anything else," and darted out the door. I supposed the image of Lisa wearing only a fluffy robe across her privates would cause any woman to suffer from a moment of impropriety.
Lisa and I spent the day lounging in our room, enjoying the peace, enjoying the privacy. When it was time to head out for the show, we finally got dressed. Our laundry was clean, dry, and still a little warm. Reluctantly placing the robe on the bed, I slipped on my bra and the freshly washed LM underwear that Jisoo had gotten for me. Noticing what I was wearing, Lisa paused in zipping up her jeans. "What's that?"
I did a quick spin so she could see the words Rock God on my ass. "This is what the lucky fan gave me. Do you like them?"
Seemingly irritated, Lisa crossed her arms over her chest. "My initials are on your underwear. Of course I like them."
I frowned. "Then why are you scowling at me?"
Her face instantly shifted into a devilish grin. "Because you could have been wearing those earlier today, and I could have ripped them off of you with my teeth." As my heart rate increased, Lisa sighed and finished zipping up her pants. "But it's too late now . . . you missed out."
"I'll still be wearing them later," I muttered.
Lisa heard me, and her eyes started burning with interest. I had as much difficulty pulling my gaze away from her as poor Leanne had.
As we all climbed into the dark SUVs that the label loved to rent, I looked around for my sister. I hadn't left my room at all, and I was curious to see how things were going with her and Jackson, now that they were finally exclusive. Lucas was beside me in the car while I waited for Lisa. she'd been accosted by a couple of fans outside the hotel and was obliging them with autographs. No doubt Niki was right by her side. "Have you seen Jisoo?" I asked Lucas.
Lucas shook his head. His pale eyes concerned, he asked, "Have you seen Jackson?" When I shook my head, Lucas sighed. "If he misses the show I'm gonna kill him."
I patted his shoulder. "He'll be there. He's an idiot, but he's not stupid." Lucas gave me an amused smile, and I laughed at my own summation. "How's Rachel?" I asked him.
Grinning, Lucas leaned forward in his seat and started telling me all about her. Lucas was generally more reserved when he spoke, but there was clear longing in his voice and I immediately understood his sudden openness. Lucas and Evan hadn't had a chance to see their loved ones in a while. I knew how that felt, since Lisa and I had gone through it last tour. Lucas seemed to need to talk to somebody, so I tuned the world out and gave him all of my attention.
We were stopping at the arena before it had even registered with me that we'd left the hotel. Security whisked us backstage and dumped us into a couple of dressing rooms with instructions that they would come collect everyone when it was time for today's meet-and-greet. Walking up to Lisa's back, I wrapped my arms around her stomach and kissed her shoulder. "I'm going to go look for Jisoo. Make sure she's okay."
Lisa nodded and flashed a grin. "I'm sure she's quite okay."
I rolled my eyes at her comment, then twisted to leave her. She called out after me, "See you later, LM."
I stopped in my tracks, my cheeks heating. Was she really referencing my underwear? We weren't the only ones in this room! In fact, Deacon was staring right at me, his face amused and confused. Oh well. If Lisa was talking about my under things, at least she'd used a vague reference. To the person not in the know, she could just be saying her initials . . . . Amused by that sudden insight, I twisted back to her. "I look forward to it, LM."
Lisa's eyes widened and I knew she understood what I meant by that subtle innuendo. Feeling a little proud of myself, I set off in search of my hard-to-miss sister.
Oddly enough, I couldn't find her anywhere. And none of the crew had seen her either. Flitting from person to person, I asked everyone I came into contact with if they'd seen a very pregnant girl. Nobody had. I called and texted her about a dozen times, but no response yet. As the minutes stretched longer and longer, I began to get really worried. It wasn't like my sister to miss this. Even yawning and tired, she still showed up to the sound checks and fan greetings.
Thinking she was just waiting in the greeting room like we had yesterday, I started heading that way. All of the winning fans were there, waiting for their brief moment with the rock stars. I scoured their faces, but didn't notice Jisoo's among them.
To a surge of shrieks, Holeshot walked in, followed closely by the D-Bags. Jackson wasn't among them. Lucas looked severely freaked out by the absence of his cousin and was snarling into his cell phone. Evan looked worried too as his gentle eyes swept the room. Lisa was frowning. When she locked eyes with me, she mouthed, "Jisoo?"
I shook my head. I hadn't found her yet. And apparently, no one had found Jackson yet either. God, what if something was wrong? What if she'd gone into labor this morning? She could be in a hospital right now, giving birth, and I wouldn't know. Surely she would call me. Why hadn't she called me? Where the hell was she?
Pulling out my cell phone, I stepped out of the room so I could start calling hospitals.
Fans filed past me as they completed their time with the stars. Anxious about finding Jisoo, I turned my back on them. By the time I put my phone back in my purse, I'd called every hospital, clinic, and veterinarian that I could get the number for. Who knows where Jackson would take my sister if she was having a baby. God, I hoped she wasn't in labor.
Hands clenching my stomach, I debated making the hardest phone call of all . . . to our father. He'd been so worried about my safety, I doubt he'd considered the possibility that something could happen to Jisoo. He'd always been so strong, so tough, so capable of taking care of herself. I doubt Dad even knew he was on tour with me. He was going to lose his mind. He'd call in the National Guard to help find her.
Pulling out my phone again, I sat in a hard folding chair and stared at the screen. Dad was going to officially disown me for losing her.
Lisa came up to me as I was contemplating what to tell Dad. Squatting down, she looked up at me. "No luck?"
I shook my head, tears in my eyes. "What if something happened to her?"
Lisa rubbed my thighs. "She's with Jackson. I'm sure she's fine."
I heard disgusted snorts and glanced over at two lingering fans staring at us. Lisa noticed them too and stood up. They glared at me with open dislike on their faces. As security forced them to move along, I wondered what that was about. Were the Lis-Nik fans so protective of the Lisa-Niki relationship that Lisa couldn't even console a friend? Geez. They had bigger jealousy problems than I did.
Pushing them out of my mind, I looked up at Lisa. "What do we do?"
Running a hand through her hair, Lisa sighed. "Jackson won't miss the show. He'll be here, and he'll know where Jisoo is. We wait."
She extended her hand and helped me stand up. Rubbing my back, she led me to the dressing room so I could fret in private.
It felt like days passed while I waited for news of my sister's whereabouts. I tried her cell phone over and over, but she never answered it. Every time I asked Lisa if I should call my parents, she told me to wait another ten minutes. I was getting tired of waiting. So was Lucas.
Pacing the room, he barked into his phone, "We're on in twenty minutes, Jackson! Wherever the fuck you are, get back here now!"
I'd never seen Lucas angry before. It was a distressing sight. His cheeks were splotched with color, his temperament as prickly as his hair. I suppose part of his fiery behavior was being fueled by concern for his cousin. Even if they bickered like an old married couple, they still loved each other. Lucas had to be just as worried as I was.
Stopping her friend from wearing a hole in the carpet, Lisa calmly told Lucas, "Relax, he'll be here."
Lucas tightened his grip on his cell phone, clearly blaming that inanimate object for Jackson's disappearance. "And what if he's not, Lisa? Do we bail on the show, or go up there without a bassist?"
Scratching his closely cropped head, Evan pointed in the direction of the stage, where Holeshot was finishing up their act. "David said he would play with us if Jackson didn't show."
Lucas snapped his head to Evan. "Does he know any of our songs?"
Evan shrugged. "He said he'd fake it."
Lucas threw his hands into the air. "Fake it? Wonderful!" Unfurling his fist, Lucas took his aggression out on the touch screen of his cell phone while he flicked to Jackson's number. I was sure Lucas was damaging the sensitive device and was about to offer to call Jackson for him when Jackson finally walked into the room. Seeing his cousin, Lucas lost the final hold on his temper. He chucked his cell phone at him, almost hitting Jackson in the cheek. "Where the fuck have you been!"
Jackson managed to dodge and catch Lucas's phone at the same time. Juggling it for a second, he exclaimed, "Jesus, Lucas! You almost nailed me in the face!"
Jisoo walked in right after Jackson. There was an aura about her that I'd never seen before. If I didn't know any better, I'd say my wanderlust sister was completely and totally at peace. Seeing her alive and well made me completely at peace. Shoving my phone in my pocket, I rushed over to engulf her still-with-child frame. "I was worried sick. Where were you?"
Pulling away from me, Jisoo bit her perfectly plump lip. "Well, don't be mad, but I sort of . . ."
She looked over at Jackson and he smirked back at her. That's when I noticed Jackson's fingers around Lucas's phone. One of them was adorned with a very shiny gold ring. I immediately grabbed my sister's hands. Sure enough, she had a freshly placed ring as well. "Oh my God! You got married?"
Jisoo started giggling while Jackson put his arm around her shoulder. "We did!" Letting out a squeal, she lifted her hand to show all the guys in the room.
Everyone was too shocked to comment. Except me. I was too shocked to say anything other than, "You got married?" again.
Not getting the reaction she wanted, Jisoo pouted. "Yes."
I pointed at her new husband. "To him?"
Jisoo put her hands on her hips, her pout now a hard, angry line. "Yes."
As I struggled to not shake her and scream, Why on earth would you do that? Lisa came over and gave her a hug. "Congratulations, Jisoo."
Jisoo's frosty mood melted into excited giggles. "Thank you!"
Shaking her head, Lisa patted Jackson's shoulder. "You too, I guess."
Jackson raised his chin, pride on his face. "Thanks." Leaning over, he added, "The bachelor party is at the next stop."
Recovering, Lucas and Evan finally offered their congratulations. Then Lucas grabbed Jackson's elbow. "We have to go."
All of the guys left the room. When the dull thud of the background rock music was our only noise, I turned to my sister and again asked, "You married . . . Jackson?" She smacked my arm so hard I felt it in my teeth.
While Jisoo told me all about her romantic day of hanging out at City Hall, trying to get married in one afternoon, I contemplated the fact that Jackson was now officially my brother-in-law. Holidays, birthdays, family reunions . . . he would be there for all of it, cursing like a sailor. And, oh God, if Lisa and I ever had kids, he would be their uncle. Uncle Jackson. Just the thought sent a chill up my spine.
I watched the show in a daze. My sister married Jackson. On a whim. Because he said he loved her. And even more shocking, Jackson, the biggest player I'd ever met, married my sister. I never thought I would see the day. It was like the world had screeched to a stop and started spinning in the opposite direction. How had Jisoo beaten me to the altar? Our parents were going to flip. Or maybe not. Things like this tended to happen with Jisoo; they'd both learned to go with the flow years ago.
Needing to share my utter disbelief with someone, I texted Taehyung. Guess who decided to throw logic out the window this afternoon and officially become Mrs. Jackson I'm-a-God Wang.
Taehyung's response was fast in coming. Jisoo married Jackson? Really? Wow. Your dad is going to lose his mind. I laughed at Taehyung's reaction. We really were a lot alike.