Lisa's pov~

I admit I panicked a little at the sound of the voices outside the bedroom.

There was no way of hiding that I'd slept with Jungkook from any of them. This wasn't the kind of first impression I had wanted to make on his hyungs.

Frantically searching for my clothes, I found my shorts under the couch but for the life of me I couldn't detect my bra and top anywhere. Giving up, I just donned on Jungkook's white t-shirt and approached the bed to wake him up.

No way was I going out there alone.

"Jungkook!", I whisper yelled, shaking him a bit.

He didn't even twitch.

"Jungkook, wake up!" This time I yelled right in his ear. No luck.

I had forgotten how much of a heavy sleeper he was. One time I had to literally pour ice water on him because he was getting late for practice. I didn't have that option right now.

I was getting desperate here.

Internally apologising to my tired looking boyfriend, I pinched both his nipples in my fingers and twisted them 180 degrees.

I was sure his hyungs heard him scream.

"What the hell?! Who's dying?!" He sat upright immediately, looking distraught and a little hysterical.

If his hyungs and my unnies weren't out there right now I would have taken a picture.

He rubbed his sore nipples. "I told you to use that move only when the house was on fire or something."

Throwing him his sweatpants, I replied, "Your members are here. Same difference."

Shock registered on his face before he quickly put them on as I approached the door to the living room.

An arm snaked around me before I could, pulling me up against a hard and warm chest.

Jungkook's sleep heavy voice sent shivers down my spine."As much as I love my shirt on you, doll, it has to go. I can see your nipples. If you go out there like this and I murder one of my hyungs for looking at you, it'll be your fault."

I took a second to savour his seductive words, before elbowing him in the stomach. "It's your fault you buy so many white shirts."

Pulling off the shirt, I quickly moved to his closet and put on one of my comfy sweatshirts I kept there along with some more of my wardrobe.

We went out together, hand in hand.

The sight that greeted me was totally normal yet so comical I had to bite my lip to not laugh out loud.

Classical music played from the surround sound speakers as the sprawling living room was being used as a gym, a bed room and a kitchen simultaneously. J-hope was doing push-ups in front of the couch while Suga had his crossed legs resting over the younger's back as he went up and down. His upper half reclined comfortably on the couch.

Namjoon was flicking channels on the tv and Jin sliced up some apples on the coffee table next to him. The scene looked particularly domestic.

Then a voice yelled from the attached kitchen. Jimin. "Yah, Tae! Change that depressing shit right now. It's too early for funeral music."

He had a beverage blender in his hands and he was shaking it so vigorously, I was afraid whatever was inside was going to burst out any second.

"Shut up. Your taste in music is what's shit.", Taehyung replied with a toast in his mouth.

They hadn't noticed us yet. I could still run and hide under the blankets. Mostly because I was already feeling intimidated from this many hot guys in an enclosed space with me.

Jungkook cleared his throat.

Too much for running away.

Six pairs of eyes on us. Then a flying pillow smacked Jungkook straight in the face. Yoongi had good aim.

"We spent two hours waiting for you at the studio, you little shit. Couldn't you message us before turning off your phone."

"Fuck! What's the time?" Jungkook looked around the room, apparently searching for a clock.

"11:30" I told him softly.

He groaned." Sorry. I overslept."

Jimin snickered, still mixing whatever it was in the blender."Duh. You must have been tired last night."

That earned him a hit on the back of the head by Taehyung.

My cheeks went red. But at the same time I was glad he had completely moved on from whatever there was between us before.

Jungkook placed a hand on my back. "This is Lisa, guys. My girlfriend. But you knew that already."

I managed a bright smile, bowing in respect. "Annyeonghaseyo."

They all greeted back. If Yoongi's disinterested grunt could be called a greeting.

Jin giggled."She's so polite."

"Yeah. What the heck did you see in Kookie, Lisa-ssi? He's totally opposite.", Namjoon commented.

"Hey, now. I'm polite.", Jungkook defended indignantly.

J-hope looked at him like he'd grown two heads. "In what universe? Did you forget what happened with the new receptionist last week?"

Ooooh. I wanted to know how he was like when not with me. But before I could ask, the front door was banged with the force of a nuclear bomb.

"Yoooohoooo! Is anyone in there?" Chaeng's voice echoed. "Lisa, open the door or I'll loose my arms!"

Jungkook stepped forward but I stopped him. "Go put a shirt on.", I muttered softly.

He gave me a smug smile before disappearing in the bedroom. I moved to open the front door.

"Finally!", Jisoo exclaimed, stepping inside like she owned the place, handing me two bags full of food.

I struggled to balance them before two ice cream tubs were shoved into my arms. Jennie stretched as she stepped through.

Chaeyoung had a small box full of dvds which she thankfully kept to herself, bless her. "What took you so long?", she asked, moving in too.

Now I was panicking again. "Guys wait a minute, let me-"

But Jennie was already in the living room, her mouth hung open at the sight of six greek gods for idols lounging around.

I hurried to catch up but Jisoo beat me to it.

As soon as she stepped around the corner, Jimin's hands slipped on the blender and what looked like protein shake went flying, dousing him and Taehyung in sticky liquid. They didn't even seem to notice.

Chaeng stepped through last, coming up short at the staring contest going on between everybody in the room. Even Yoongi had opened his eyes somehow.

She gulped. "Bad timing?"

Thankfully, Jungkook came out at that very moment.

But I should have been prepared for another situation arising.

My unnies, especially Jennie, were fiercely protective and she wouldn't let him go just like that after what had happened last night.

As soon as she saw him her eyes turned hard and angry. "You! How dare you do this to Lisa? Again."

He opened his mouth to reply but I didn't let him.

"Jennie unnie, it wasn't-"

"No, Lisa. Don't make excuses for him. He hurts you. Time and again. Publicly."

She turned her infamous cold glare on him. "You've taken her for granted too long."

I pulled at her clenched fist, the atmosphere in the room going downhill. "Unnie."

Jungkook was giving her a regretful glance and I knew that if she would let him speak he would have apologised for everything he didn't do. Instead he let her vent.

Her voice was frosted over and eyes were literal daggers. Sometimes I forget how dangerous she could be if someone close to her got hurt. It was inbuilt in her. The world often labeled her as the ice queen type with a sarcastic remark always on the tip of her tongue but they didn't know that if she cared for someone, she would go to the depths of hell to protect them.

"I'm warning you Jeon Jungkook. If you hurt her one more time, I'll break your legs and hand them over to you."

"Your friend doesn't seem to agree."

Everybody turned their heads like puppets, looking at a bored Yoongi on the sofa.

He gave Jennie a slow once over, visibly prickling her nerves.

"It's their relationship and they're old enough to handle it themselves.", he drawled in a dulcet voice. "Why don't you butt out and mind your own business?"

Jennie stared at him in surprise for a second before she recovered herself, eyes frosting over again.

I really wanted to do something to not let this escalate any further but I didn't know what.

I felt warm hands on my waist and I looked up as Jungkook pulled me into his chest. "Yoongi hyung. It's alright."

But Jennie wasn't going to let an insult go."Why? Because he's your precious maknae? You can't bear it if someone gives him a piece of their mind?"

"No because you sound like a screeching cat. It's making my ears bleed.", he deadpanned.

"Yoongi! Mind your tongue." Seokjin reprimanded him. But he didn't seem to hear, his gaze still on Jennie as she fumed with rage.

One thing was for sure. Jennie was never good at masking her fury. And from the subtle smile on Yoongi's face it seemed like he was enjoying riling her up.

"Why don't you meet me outside and I'll show you where else you can bleed from." Jennie was too far gone to filter her words anymore.

It looked like a tennis match in the middle of the living room, with the rest of us spectators watching insults and threats flying between them.

Yoongi stood up slowly, leisurely reaching for a jacket draped over the back of the sofa all the while shaking his head as if disappointed. "Coming to violence are we. Tell me, Jennie ssi." He said her name with sarcasm. "Are the rumours true?"

No. He wouldn't go there, would he?

Jennie went still. "What rumours?"

"Hyung, stop.", Jungkook commanded.

"That you're an arrogant bitch to everyone."

He walked past her frozen form slowly, giving her a sympathetic smile. "Cause you really aren't helping your case right now. I would watch my tongue if I were you. Now if you'll excuse me."

Opening the front door, he muttered, "I have a meeting with our producer.", before slipping out.

Jennie just stood there fuming. I didn't know what was going in her head right now but her dead expression gave away nothing. All I knew was she never liked to talk about the false rumours circulated about her.

Surprisingly, it was Jungkook who stepped towards her. "Noona, I'm sorry."

She jerked into motion, beelining for the exit too. "I need to go."

Silence reigned after her. All of us ( including a soaked-in-protein-shake Jimin and Taehyung) still processing what had happened.

Then Jin sniffed the air. "Is that chicken I'm smelling?"

I raised the food bags in my arms.

Bless Jisoo unnie, she was a heaven sent when it came to diffusing tense situations.

"Yes! Can we have a party now that the partypoopers are gone? Tell me we're not wasting all this food."

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Next part will be posted soon. I'm sorry for taking this long but I'm literally burried under college work.

Also there's more to Yoongi and Jennie's fight then what's written.

Next chapter: Blackbangtan house party! (minus Yoonnie )