Lisa's POV

"What?" I whispered, avoiding the scrutinizing stares I kept on getting from my unnies.

We're in a dressing room for an Awards Show and we're just keeping our make up done.

"Did you two had a fight?" Jennie unnie crossed her arms over her chest, eyebrow-raising a little. She was studying my expression so I tried to show the fakest smile I can muster.

"No, what are you guys talking about?" I feign ignorance but Jisoo unnie raised her eyebrow even more.

"Taehyung told me Jungkook had been acting strangely for a week since they came back. He's easily pissed off and saw that he was trying to contact you on his phone but you weren't answering. Come to think of it, you weren't using your phone that much lately," she added.

"And, you're always out with your friends. You're not giving him a chance to see you at our dorm," Chaeyoung chimed in.

I grunted internally. What's with them cornering me like this?

"We're okay unnie. I promise," I smiled at them but deep inside I was cursing myself.

How do I tell them I was avoiding him because of those things circling over the internet?

After that happened, I mostly disregarded his occasional messages and attempts of talking with me over the phone.

The moment I saw clips of them arriving at the airport, I turned my phone off every now and then to avoid being contacted. I'd even call a few of my friends so I can go out with them. I knew he'd try to visit me at the dorm. By this time, I knew he's figured things out. But I don't have the courage to face him at this time.

This is my fault anyways. I let myself get tangled with him.

I should have backed away after the jacket incident.

I should have turned a blind eye after I saw how much he was hurting because of her. Because now, I'm at the receiving end of the hurt.

And damn it. Even after all this, after this pain, I still can't find myself to see him. Because I am afraid.

I am afraid he'd walk to me and tell me he'll come back to her.

I am afraid he'd stop seeing me because he's back at seeing her.

I was afraid he'd leave when he's not mine in the first place.

Stupid, I know.

"I'll just go and grab something to drink," I told them before standing up.  I didn't give them a time to protest as I swiftly made my way out of the room.

A long sigh escaped my lips.

I was about to walk when I heard someone clearing her throat.

"You seemed down, Manoban. Did the realization finally hit you?"

I turned autopilot at the sound of her annoying voice.

She was smiling like how she usually does over the camera. The sweet and idol-like image that everyone knows of her available for me to see.

She's confident to talk to me like this because we're located at a rather isolated place rather than the other dressing rooms.

"And I see you're still being delusional," I told her which made her smile immediately falter.

She may still have his heart but I got my pride to stand up with too.

"We met last month. And he was glad to finally see me again. What does it leave you?" she was pissing me off but why does she sound so desperate to me?

But the fact that they indeed saw each other makes my heartache.

"Why, did he get back with you?" I tried asking, sounding a little more confident and not showing how curious I am deep inside.

I almost smile when I saw how she looked taken aback.

He didn't.

I didn't know if I should be happy or not but at least I can use this to piss her off even more.

"I know you're not seeing each other now," she added and I raised my eyebrow at her.

How did she know?

"Just because we had a little fight doesn't mean he'll go crawling back to you. My Kook isn't like that. So stop thinking that you still have him wrapped around your fingers because you don't. He is his own person. Not you or me,  or anyone else have him under control. Let that sink into your pathetic mindset," I scowled before walking towards her direction. Directly opposite to where the refreshments can be bought.

I changed my mind. I'm going to see him.

Why did I avoid him in the first place?

But before I can even walk past her, I felt her pulling me back by my arms. I cringed a little when I felt her nails digging deeper on my skin more than necessary.

"We're not over Manoban. I'll get him back. You can be happy today but I'm still wishing you good luck," for a second, I got scared at how strange she was sounding. "He loved me first and he'll love me again. I'll make sure you'll end with nothing," she screeched and I winched at how demonic she sounded.

I removed her grasped on me and faced her. "Good luck on your delusional journey. I still wish you happiness...." I stare at her sincerely, "Kim..."

And then I walked past her, my insides were shaking and I knew I was scared of her.

She's very scary and I feel like she's not acting normal anymore. She sounded so obsessed with Jungkook.

Just when I was about to turn on a corner, I felt a hand pulling me, my back slamming on the wall in an instant. I was sure I was supposed to feel an impact but I felt a hand behind the back and the back of my head so I didn't feel any pain.

Jungkook's face greeted me. His face full of different emotion and I can't seem to identify them all at once.

But one emotion seems to overpower everything. He was fuming mad.

I saw him closed his eyes for a moment as if he was trying to control his anger.

"You..." he whispered. His voice was shaking a little. "The torture...ugh," he released his hands from me and saw him turn around a little, brushing his hair backwards, his tongue running his lower lip along the process.

Good Lord, he looked like a damn fine meal in front of me.

He was wearing a glittering pair of suit. His face already caked with makeup and he looked dashing. Him being angry in front of me gives a different, almost hot vibe.

"You were avoiding me," he started. He stared at me for a moment and I can see his frustration over his face. If I only knew this is how much he got affected by my actions, I would have talked to him sooner.

My heart suddenly felt jitters inside me.

His hands were now resting on his waist as he stares at me.

I miss him.

I fucking miss my kook.

"Why are y-" before he can even finish what he was about to say, I lunged forward engulfing him in a big wide hug. He was caught off-guard for a moment but I felt his arms wrapped around me otherwise.

His breathing calmed down a little and I felt him bury his face at the crook of my neck.

"I thought you're mad at me," he whispered and I hugged him tighter.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry for avoiding you. I won't do it again," I told him and I felt him relaxed even more.

He was rubbing my back and I felt him sway our body back and forth.

"You better not do this again, cupcake. I don't like it. I don't like us fighting either," he whispered and my eyes closed,  my nose filled with his perfume and it's almost ecstasy to me.

"I heard you've been hanging out too much with your friends, and a few males too," he added and I just groaned in response.

"I don't like it Manoban. So I'd like to make it official," he stated and I pulled away from him a little so I can see his face, my heart pounding so hard inside my chest.

He was smiling at me, his other hand reached for my nose and pinched it a little, my heart almost skipped out of my chest.

Is he going to say what I was thinking?

"I don't want to ask you because I'm not giving you an option to say No. I want you to be my girl. Heck, I'm claiming you as my girl," he whispered, he bit his lower lip at the end and my lips parted in instant.

Did he just?

His chuckles filled my ears and I swear it felt like music to my ears.

"Fuck, I miss my cupcake," he hummed a little and I saw him gulped. "I'd like to kiss you but I'm afraid to get your lipstick smudged or something,"

And then he did it, like what he always does, he reached for my forehead and that's all it took for me to die.