Jennie's POV

My eyes focused on Kim Taehyung as I watch him slowly grinding to their unsurprisingly large audience in comparison to other hobae groups attending the festival. His face caters restricted emotion which I know he may be reserving for their actual performance.

The screams they were getting for a relatively smaller amount of people comparing to their usual audience makes me wanna question their fans' vocal prowess.

It's just a rehearsal for the festival but I don't have to check the actuals to know how more than half of the people watching are mostly their ever so dedicated fans.

Of course, they are one of the hottest groups nowadays - a recognition I know they deserve along with the other groups because hey, everybody just works really hard.

A faint smile escaped my lips as I recognize the brand of clothes he was wearing.

"Show off..." I muttered to myself.

He was there,  face bare from any makeup but his face is the highest form of aesthetics any human being would wish to have yet he seemed like he doesn't care.

He was moving in effortless, unaware of the fact that his every movement captures every weak women's heart.

And those mouth works he's so used to doing sends shivers straight to my soul,  the memory of his lips pressed against mine makes me wanna curse myself for acting so careless that night.

My eyes tried to catch his gaze but to my disappointment, he never once looked at my direction even earlier when it was Blackpink rehearsing.

They walked past us when they had to go to the stage and even Yoongi oppa messed up Jisoo unnie's hair. Taehyung, on the other hand, was checking something on his phone.

I bite my lower lip in frustration. I had to sneak out for a moment since my members wherein the dressing room so I can at least watch Bangtan's rehearsal.

My hands reached for my lips as I cover them, my face hidden behind a few managers from backstage. I was wearing a loose jacket, a cap covering my head and a face mask.

I have intentionally changed my jacket to make sure fans won't easily recognize me and even stayed hidden, blending with the people just in case.

It has been days but Taehyung didn't bother sending me any message.  Normally, he would send me one but he never did. He didn't even inform me he was back on their dorm which he usually does whenever we hangout.

What changed?

Is he mad at me?

Looking back, I know my words probably sounded wrong the first time but for me, it's the most logical solution to our situation.

What happened to us, those kisses...

They were probably due to hormones or something. I mean, we were always together, tired and stressed, and a lot more reasons to be not on our usual self. In other words,  we are easily distracted.

That should be it,  right?

We like kissing each other, so what? That doesn't mean we have to be on a relationship.

We share each other our stories, each other's pain - I know but that doesn't mean we can share everything with each other.

He probably has his own priorities and I have mine and my words, no matter how much it sounded so wrong to others, are nevertheless still practical according to how I view things.

I'm on a dating ban and Chaeyoung breaking the rules is more than enough. That's too much fire that we had already started and I don't wanna end up burning goddamn hearts because of me adding add up fuel on it

To be honest, I don't actually see how this would make him mad. It's not like he likes me, right? Like as in a sense that he wants us to escalate into something that is more than friends.

But you want that,  right?

My hands balled into a fist for a moment,  the words forming on my head making it harder for me to concentrate.

When their rehearsal ended, I had to back away a little from the crowd backstage and moved to a corner where not a lot of people are situated.

My eyes watched his every move and after seeing him turned to the restroom and his members heading straight to their dressing room, a weird thought just happen to cross my mind.

Don't do it,  Jennie. I told to myself.

My eyes closed for a moment, thinking deeply if I should do it or not. But the thought of Taehyung avoiding me for days made my heart waver so I decided to it otherwise.

Whatever.

I counted good three minutes making sure no one is inside and no one is watching before deciding to enter.

'Click',  the sound of the door opening caught me off guard a little, embarrassed that it indeed easily opened.

Well, I guess boys have easy access anyways, they don't worry at times like this.

My eyes caught sight of his back, his face on the mirror and he caught sight of my form, his eyes widened and I suddenly had the urge to turn my back and forget everything.

But I didn't. Instead, I turned around and make sure to lock the door because we'll surely be in a lot of trouble if anyone sees us.

Once I turned around, I noticed him backing away, his face fear-stricken and my brows furrowed.

"Yah, don't come near me," he said a little scared, and my mouth hang wide open, confused about his action.

He started biting his lower lip and my mind had to process thoroughly what is happening until I realized that he was scared.

Shit.

"GUCCI, it's me," I immediately called for him in attempts to calm him down.

My heart broke a little at his expression earlier. I wonder if something bad had happened to him before for him to react like this.

My heart fluttered when I saw the recognition on his face, his demeanor calming down a little and that's only that I realized how his hands were already leaning on the small sink behind him,  a long sigh escaping his lips.  His eyes were closed only to open wide once again when a realization hit him square in the face.

"This is men's restroom, Jennie. What were you thinking?" he asked bewildered, his hands leaving the poor sink behind.

My eyes wandered over his form as he sexily strides his way closer to me.

Yeah, get closer, babe... I told to myself.

Seeing him close like this makes me realize how much I missed the man.

I guess he had rub on me real bad, huh.

I was too caught up into staring at his beautiful face, I wasn't able to concentrate on what he was saying.

"-trouble, Jennie, are you even listening to me?" he asked, his tone exhausted and I removed my face mask so I would be a little more comfortable.

My lips puckered as I stare at him.

"Are you mad?" I asked him and he looked taken aback for a moment but composed himself after.

"No,"

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

"I'm not,"

"You are!" I exclaimed annoyance can be heard on my voice. He seemed uninterested in what I was about to say and it felt like something struck inside me but I can't seem to fathom what it was.

He looked so done.

"Jennie, I am not avoiding you, okay," he repeated but I'm not buying it.

"You are. Tell me then why you aren't calling me these past few days when you usually don't let a day pass without pestering me,"

Oopps.

I probably had said the wrong thing because I saw how his jaw clenched, his face stern and I am lying if I say I wasn't intimidated.

"Is that how you see it? Me pestering you?" he asked and I gulped. He started moving forward and I backed away a little.

Taehyung being mad is something I haven't handled and I'm not sure how to react.

He was staring at me intently and gone was the same glint I usually see when he looks at me. Right now, he was looking at me like I am some dull and annoying person.

And I hate it.

"N-no..." I whispered, unable to look at him in the eye. So I looked down, nibbling my lower lip as I feel it starting to quiver.

I'm not sure if he heard my soft whimper but he stopped moving, and he didn't respond.

We were just there, silence filling the room and tension arising.

I don't like it.

I'm so used to Taehyung always listening whenever I rant, being ever so patient and understanding. Seeing that I seemed to have gotten on his nerves makes me feel sad and hurt at the same time.

Not to him but to myself because I don't want him to act this way towards me.

"I'm sorry..." I whispered, unable to handle the silence between us.

"For what?" he asked.

"I don't know..."

"Then why are you apologizing?"

"Because I feel like I did something wrong,"

"You feel like, but you aren't recognizing it that's why you don't know," he answered and my head snapped back to his location.

"Huh?" I asked confused.

"Nothing. Go back to your members Jenn-"

"GUCCI" I cut him off and he was caught off-guard. I took that chance to say what I want to say. "You call me GUCCI when it's just the two of us so call me that since it's only me and you," I told him and I swear I saw a smile forming at the corner of his lips and that sparked a newfound hope within me.

"What should I do so you would forgive me?" I asked him and I know he was just holding back.

He didn't answer. But I'm not giving up. Not when I almost saw the smile I use to see when he looks at me.

So I did what I never thought I would do in front of him.

A wide smile formed on my lips while his eyebrows raised over my new demeanor.

And I did it, my signature heart arrow shot, along with my best aegyo and I saw him closed his eyes after seeing it.

My smile faded and my insides started churning, butterflies started hitting the walls inside my stomach out of nervousness.

Stupid, Jennie.

My face fell at his reaction and my eyes focused on my shoes, trying to stop myself from crying.

I heard him sigh and I didn't look up, embarrassment eating me alive and I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide myself to the world.

"What should I do about my GUCCI..." he whispered and it wasn't a question.

Wait, what?

And then I felt it, his arms wrapped around me, my face gently hovering on his chest as I feel him kiss the top of my head.

"You're going to kill me at this rate," he whispered which got me confused all over.

"I won't avoid you so stop sulking, okay?" he stated and my arms automatically wrapped around his waist as I realized what it is that is happening.

The soft smell hitting my nose was addicting enough to make me snuggle even closer to his chest and I felt his body shaking, soft chuckles escaping his lips.

"You missed me this much, huh?" he asked and I looked up to see his face, his smile greeting me and I pouted.

"I miss you..." I told him and he looked shocked.

He was just there, staring at me and I waited for his response but he never answered back.

Instead, he leaned closer and gave me a quick peck on the lips earning a victorious smile from me.

He doesn't have to tell me.

I'd think about the consequences of what I just did later but right now, I'd like to stay like this with him.

I leaned over his chest once again, my smile not leaving my face.

We're okay...

That's more than enough.