Lisa's pov~

Our comeback interview was scheduled in an hour at the largest convention centre of Seoul.
The bustling energy of the YG staff helped us blend in effortlessly in the large waiting room. Me and Chaeyoung had just had our makeup done and the stylists were now working on the Unnie line.

The multiple televisions in the waiting room were broadcasting live events from various parts of the building. But there was only one broadcast I was interested in.

I watched as BTS answered the media regarding their win, the members keeping the interview humorous and playful.

No one could deny that they had a certain charm that set them apart from the others. They showed their genuine selves to the cameras and all of them had a sort of magnetic appeal. Plus, their talent was no joke.

I had heard Jungkook and Jimin's rendition of We Don't Talk Anymore recently while I had been browsing the net. And though both of them had angelic voices, for some reason Jungkook's voice had given me goosebumps and shivers up my spine.

I would never admit this secret out loud but I liked to hear his beautiful voice sing when I went to sleep at night.

I frowned, suddenly remembering my evening with him. I should have congratulated him on their win last night.

Chaeyoung cleared her throat, making me snap out of my daze. I turned to look at her.

"You like him, don't you?", Chaeyoung questioned in a hushed voice, her head close to mine. She indicated towards the tv." Their maknae. I thought you would be over him after some time but I'm starting to think you're serious about him."

I blushed." It's not like that at all. He's just another idol."

"Is that why you have his solos and covers on your playlist?"

I choked on air. How the heck does she know?

I ignored her, focusing back on the tv.
It's not like I have a decent answer to that question anyway.

My brows furrowed as I watched the live broadcast. The other members seemed to be leaving the conference hall, only Jungkook remaining in his chair at the centre.

What was going on?

My breath left me when the camera shifted to a person coming in from the side of the stage.

"What is Tzuyu doing there?", Chaeyoung voiced out my own thoughts.

We both watched the rest of the interview with mouths gaping open as Tzuyu stunned the crowd with her confessions.

My heart beat louder as I focused on Jungkook's face on the television. But his emotionless poker face gave nothing away. Only when it all ended, did I noticed the slight tightening of his jaw and his closed off stance as he strode away from the stage. It might not be apparent to others but I could tell he was distressed.

I gulped, my instincts screaming at me. Don't do it.

But my heart didn't listen.

"Ugh, Chaeng, I'm going to get my phone from the green room. I'll be right back."

She eyed me out of the corner of her eyes. I knew that she knew. But still she didn't stop me as I jogged away to the outer hallways.

I easily remembered the layout of the convention centre from past visits as I made my way to the east wing where the largest media room was located.

I didn't know what exactly I was doing or what I would say to him but for some reason his upset face had made me want to see him in person. My feet made no sound as I stealthily navigated my way to the quiet east wing.

In the far distance, I saw him angrily striding to the restrooms at the end of the hallway. I made to follow, but a sudden commotion from my left made me duck into a broom closet.

After waiting for two minutes I stuck my head out, listening for any more sounds. When I heard nothing, I snuck out, quietly making my way to the men's restroom.

Standing before the door I took a deep breath, hoping there would be no one else in there apart from him.

Why am I taking such a huge risk for him?

I shut down my thoughts as I pushed the door open.

And froze, unable to believe my eyes.

Tzuyu was draped over Jungkook, her lips attached to his. I saw her blissful face in the mirror behind his back, her eyes closed as she kissed him deeply.

I couldn't see his face from my position. But when his hands landed on her waist, I had seen enough.

I stumbled back from the door, my whole body trembling. Unexpected tears formed in my eyes and my chest heaved for breaths.

Why was I surprised? I had told myself countless times that he didn't belong to me, that he never will. He could do as he pleased.
I was the idiotic one who wanted to see him, to comfort him.

He's getting comforted alright.

I ran, my footsteps quickening as my traitor heart ached. I wanted so badly to bury myself in my bed. But I had responsibilities.

I forced my tears back, not wanting to ruin the hard work of our makeup artists. I psyched myself up, my head held high and my shoulders straight as I entered our waiting room again.

I was not going to let some boy come in the way of my responsibilities.

~

Jungkook's pov~

My shock evaporated when Tzuyu deepened the kiss, tilting her head to access my mouth more.

My hands grabbed her waist, pushing her away harshly. She stumbled back, dazed.

"What the hell?!", I whispered, my eyes narrowing menacingly.

She put her hand upto her mouth, as if she couldn't believe what she had just done.

Then she bowed.

"I'm sorry, Jungkook sunbae. I didn't know what came over me. Please forgive me, I just couldn't resist myself."

I massaged my temples, not sure how to deal with her. She had just made the entire situation a hundred times worse for me. I could only imagine what sort of stories the media was cooking up on the internet.

I opened my eyes and looked at her, ready to give her a piece of my mind.

She had tears in her eyes.

My anger deflated. I never knew what to do with crying women. I sighed. I had had enough of this evening. 

I strode past her and out of the restroom.

My steps faltered when my brain registered a familiar lavender fragrance out in the hallway.

Now I'm hallucinating Lisa. Great.

~

Lisa's pov~

I stared at my phone. Then at the bedside clock. 10:36 pm.

I had locked myself in my room as soon as we came back from our interview, telling my unnies I wasn't feeling very well. They all seemed very worried when I gave only one word answers to the questions of the reporters. I even got a lecture from our manager afterwards.

I felt bad about lying to them. But my mind wouldn't stop repeating walking in on Jungkook and Tzuyu kissing.

Silent tears fell from my eyes. This time I didn't stop them.

I stared down at my phone again.

*1 message from Jimin-sunbae*

I opened the message Jimin had sent me this morning.

*Hey, Lisa. I know you're busy with your comeback but if you have free time someday, would you like to hangout? As friends of course. Play games or watch a movie maybe? I'll understand if you're busy.*

I inhaled deeply.

And messaged him back.

~•~•~

I should be asleep but I'm up instead, typing this out.

Liskook has me losing my sleep.