Lisa's POV

"Stop! Okay, I'm sorry, Ahhhh!" I was trashing and screaming while my laughter echoed across the room. My eyes brimming with tears threatening to spill.

"Yah, Jungkook, hajima!" I screamed once again, swatting his hands away from me.

My eyes caught the playful glint showing in his face but stopped, either way, a huge smile spread across his face.

"Told you I can make you smile in less than a minute," he snickered before sitting more comfortably on the couch.

"You cheated, you little rat," I laugh before hitting him on his shoulder and his laughter echoed across the room.

"Didn't tell you I'd play fair anyways," he smirks and that's my turn to laugh. "But for the record, I will never cheat on you..." he added and I almost choke on my own saliva.

There he is again, teasing me through his meaningful words yet he doesn't tell me anything.

Jungkook visited me in my dorm while my other unnies were out doing God knows what.

It has been two months after the music show incident and we're still the same. We message each other, visits each other whenever one is free, and ignore both our members whenever they ask what's going on between the two of us until they all gave up.

It's not like I can tell them anything anyway. Jungkook and I never talked about what relationship we have.

We cuddle, we fight, we flirt and we talk like we are some friends. So I guess we're that - friends, or borderline.

"Why are you here anyway? I heard Bambam has a party?" I pouted. That little bitch didn't even invite me, telling me something about me being a traitor after Sorn told him I said his party always sucks.

I watch as he lifted his hand, a habit he has that I noticed. He slowly brushed back his hair, his pointed nose on angles any girl wouldn't be able to stop admiring. 

"Bambam told me I'm banned at his party because my girlfriend said his party sucks," he grinned at my direction and my eyes widened.

"I was joking, okay?!" I hit his shoulder once again and I was about to say something else when I saw him raise his eyebrow.

"What again?" I rolled my eyes on him and he chuckled.

"So you're the girlfriend," he teased and my cheeks blushed the moment I realized what I just said.

Shit. Why did I even say that? What will he think of me? 

Because of us being close, and him being so clingy towards me, both our members started assuming things. And I can't say that I am not affected by it. 

Imagine a Jeon Jungkook, someone with million of fans drooling over him, and here I am able to freely talk with him, hug him, and even text him from time to time. I know a lot of people are dying to take my place. 

Not that they know about it anyways. Plus, Jungkook, the little flirt, would sometimes do things in public that make fans connects the two of us. Like how he usually does the Thai greeting. I know he's doing it to annoy me.

"It wasn't like that. I said his party sucks so maybe he was talking about a friend, a gi-rl..." I want to slap my face for stuttering.

Seriously Lisa?

"Oh-kay..." he started teasing once again, his eyebrows wiggling and I swear he got it from Taehyung oppa. If he isn't looking like a meal that he is, I would have kicked him out of the dorm, to be honest. 

As if you have the guts to do it. I grunted internally as I practically hear my own voice talking inside my head. 

"Stop!" I started whining, covering my face along the process, his laughter echoed inside the room and I swear, something inside my stomach just did a somersault.

"Come here, Manoban," he reached for my hands and before I knew it, his arms were wrapped around my body, my face now leaning over his chest. I realized this is one of his habits, aside from him leaving me with a kiss in the forehead.

Again, anyone who sees us will say we're hugging but he gives me the same response.

"This is still not a hug, right?" I chuckled and I felt his chest vibrating.

"Nope," he answered and I just shake my head in response.

"How about we watch some Netflix?" I told him and he bent a little to see my expression, a huge lump on my throat getting stuck at our close proximity.

"Netflix and chill?" he teased once again and I pinch him on his chest. Not that it will hurt him, to be honest.

Just then, I noticed my phone blinking,  a message showing on the screen. Both our gaze landed on my device and I was pretty sure he was able to read the message.

"That guy was texting you?" he suddenly asked and I wasn't sure what it was on his voice.

"Sometimes?" I answered truthfully.

He was silent for a moment and I didn't bother releasing myself from his grasp to check the message.

"And you respond?"

I bit my lower lip at his question.

"Ahm, sometimes?" I told him. Even though I don't want to entertain that person, I don't want to seem rude so I respond sometimes. Though I always find a way to cut off the conversation through my hectic schedule so we won't have to talk with something else.

"Hmmm," he hummed while nodding. "How did he get your number?" he asked again and my brows furrowed. I backed away a little to see his face but to my dismay, his expression remained calm.

What do I expect anyways?

"Don't really remember, Bambam? That bitch always makes me his business," I answered and I saw how his jaw clenched for a moment.

As much as I want to, I don't let things get into my head. 

But seeing him acting like he's jealous, I can't help but think otherwise.

And then my phone beeped once again, another message coming in from that person. I saw how his gaze went away from my phone, a smile escaped my lips.

I moved forward and reach for my phone, I felt his grasped tightening, not releasing me and my head snapped on his direction. Our gaze locked and for a moment, I thought he's going to say something until he slowly let me go.

Disappointment filled my system but I reached for my phone otherwise.

"Lisa, hi,  are you busy?"

"Are you available to grab some coffee?"

After reading his message, I exited the app and put back my phone on the table. I reached for the remote to find something good to watch.

"You're not gonna respond?" he asked and I shrugged my shoulder.

But then an idea crossed my mind. I don't like conversing with that person anyways. So with that in mind, I opened the message once again and gave him my phone.

"You respond to him," I muttered and he looked at me intently.

"You sure? I can tell him you'll go with him," he raised his eyebrow and I did the same.

"You decide then," I answered before standing up, "I'm going to make some popcorns," I told him and just left my phone in his hands.

Whatever he tells him, I'm fine with it. Maybe then I'll know what to do.

After a few minutes, I was already back with a bowl of popcorn on my hand. I sat beside him and saw him playing with something on my phone.

"You're back," he exited the app and smiled, giving my phone on the process.

He reached for the popcorn while his other hand reached for the remote and look for something to watch.

I opened my phone to check what he did and saw that he sent two messages,  one for that guy while the other is for Bambam.

I clicked Bambam's name and had to stifle my laughter at the sight of the message.

"Fuck off Bam. Stop giving Lisa's number to anyone. Do it again and I'll post that horrible selfie that Yugyeom posted on our GC - Kook"

Then, I checked his message to that other guy and my stomach churned at the sight of his response.

"Sorry, but she can't go. Please stop messaging my girl - Jeon"

He fucking put his last name.

I turned to his direction and saw him focused on that movie by Sandra Bullock.

He wasn't looking at my direction but my eyes can clearly see the smirk plastered on his face.

Does that mean I'm no longer allowed to entertain guys?

Damn Jeon for being sweet yet confusing at the same time!