it was midnight and yet, i'm still wide awake. i can't sleep, even though i feel extremely tired from our performance at SMA earlier.

i grabbed my phone and surprisingly found myself typing the words can't sleep, wya? to him. however, i immediately deleted it, thinking that he might be asleep by now. i don't want to disturb him either way.

i exited the messaging app and proceeded to go to youtube, searching the word blackpink onto the bar. the first video that popped up was our performance earlier. without hesitation, i clicked it and scrolled down to see the comments.

who's the blondie with the red crop top?

oh, they dance well! yg really is the best

wait who's the one with the bangs? bc i think i'm inlove with her 😳

wait why did that girl cleaned the floor ㅋㅋㅋ

they're so pretty, and they sing well!

ROOKIE BLACKPINK ATE THE STAGE!

1:49, from left to right: LISA, JISOO, ROSÉ, JENNIE. Stan blackpink, stan queens!

i smiled upon reading their comments. seeing how they appreciated our showcase just gave me the right encouragement to do better for the succeeding live shows.

suddenly, the screen displayed a notification.

jk: come outside, i know you're awake

lines formed on my forehead upon reading his text. he can't be here, can he?

i sprung up from my bed and headed towards the door. i was already in my jammies, and if ever he really is there outside — waiting, i am in no mood to change clothes.

i pressed the button on the small monitor attached, and was indeed shocked to see him standing right there.

he was wearing his infamous black bucket hat, and seemed to be typing something on his phone. at the same time, my phone beeped.

kook: are you already asleep? :(

he glanced up at the door camera and stared at it for a moment. my heart skipped a beat once i met his eyes, even if it is just on the screen. he looks good even without trying!

i was simply admiring his face when he suddenly started to turn his back, seemingly to walk away from the door. i opened the door in an instant.

"hey," i whispered. he faced my direction and flashed a smile upon seeing me.

"hey," he replied, "thought you were asleep by now."

i chuckled, realizing how right timing he always was. whether i'm sad or unable to sleep, he shows up unannounced.

"what's so funny?" he genuinely asked.

"no, it's just that i don't feel sleepy at all. i was supposed to text you a while ago, but i thought you were sleeping and i didn't want to wake you up."

he leaned closer, leveling his face to mine. "i always have time for you, lisa. and if i'm unavailable at that time, i'll make up for it. so feel free to text me whenever."

he always have a way with words that never fail to make my heart flutter. "whatever," i mumbled, "why are you here?"

"i want to see my girl."

i stepped aside, gesturing for him to come inside, to which he did. "but you did see me earlier, isn't that enough?"

"that's not enough, pabo." he replied, "plus, you're the person i want to come home to at the end of the day."

"but it's a brand new day now."

he rolled his eyes, frustrated at how i try to block all his cheesy lines. "well, maybe i wanted to start my day right — that is, seeing the face of an angel."

i acted out barfing, while he held onto his chest gesturing how hurt he is by my response. my eyes automatically darted to the paper bag he was holding, which i failed to notice earlier.

"what's that?" i asked, as i led him into my room.

"oh this," he says as he sits down on my bed, "it's for you."

i grabbed it and opened it in an instant. i let out a gasp, seeing what's inside the bag. i took it out and looked at him in the eye.

"why'd you buy me flowers placed inside a glass box?" i asked as i pull out the other thing inside of the paper bag, "and ... omo! a mini projector?"

"i wanted to congratulate you for a successful performance earlier. you sure did collect a lot of male idols, so i had to do something to hint that you're already taken by me." he irritatingly confessed, "you like it?" he continued, his tone of voice changing into a worried one.

i didn't respond to his question. instead, i moved closer to him and gave him a peck on his cheek, whispering, "i loved it, kook. gomawo."

a soft giggle escaped from my mouth when i sensed he was extremely shocked to what i did. i mean, the man froze on his spot, with his lips parted.

"what? did i just turn you into a stone?" i jokingly asked.

he closed his mouth and gulped before responding, "not a stone, but you did make me hard there baby."

i furrowed my eyebrows, trying to understand what he meant by there. in a second, my eyes widened in shocked, followed by a pillow being thrown to his face. "you and your junglecock again!"

he laughed at my reaction and put his hand on my head just to mess my hair.

he took off his hat and removed his jacket. "are you alone here, babe?"

i shook my head, "they're sleeping in their rooms, so i need you to be extremely quiet."

he nodded hearing my reply. out of blue, a smirk appeared on his lips. "and why are we in your room?"

oh, we are alone. in my room.

slowly, he crawled his way towards me, cornering me by the headboard. "is it ... sexy time?" he huskily asked, tilting his head sideways and leaning closer to my neck. i felt his breath on my skin, making me gulp.

he then leveled his face to mine, staring deeply into my eyes. his gaze then went down and paused for a while, before glancing up at me again.

with all the strength left in my body, i bumped both of our foreheads. "ya!" he winced in pain, touching the top of his head. i immediately covered his mouth, refraining him from making more noise.

"zip it, pervert."

"you could've just unzipped my pants, brat," he replied, his hands still massaging his forehead. i sighed in disbelief and held up my balled-up hand to his face.

"one more nasty reply and the next thing crashing to your lips is my fist."

"no, seriously lisa, geugeo jinjja apayo," he said.

"not buying it," i replied. he didn't reply afterwards, just kept his head down and his hand on it. guilt and concern started to rush throughout my body.

"wait, does it really hurt?"

i moved closer to him and tried to peak at him. "mian, kook. let me see it," i said. i held onto his hand, in an attempt to remove it from blocking his face, when suddenly he gripped my wrist and swiftly kissed me on the lips.

that bastard.

he didn't even wait for me to respond since he pulled me into his arms straight away. now, were lying down on the bed, facing each other and his arms wrapped around me.

"dodaeche," i uttered.

he hugged me tighter, with his other hand pressing my head onto his chest. "lisayah," he softly said, "bogo sipeosseo."

he started gently stroking my hair, which made me feel at ease. "i missed you too," i replied. he let out a small laugh and planted a kiss on the top of my head.

"kookie," i whispered.

"hm?"

"about earlier ... when you mentioned you did something to tell the idols that i'm taken by you, what did you exactly do?"

"oh that," he said, "i did a thai greeting by the end of the show. specifically, when you passed by me."

"ya, others might have found it weird," i said.

"don't care about them. but i do hope they got the message. you're all mine, baby."

i smiled hearing what he said. god, i still can't believe jeon jungkook likes me. never did i thought of this happening ever in my life. i am, indeed, a one lucky girl. i just hope this won't go to hell, or i'll surely be devastated. given how i'm starting to fall for him deeper as the days passed by.

"all yours, kookie."

he started humming a familiar tune of a song, while still having my hair stroked by him. even if he isn't singing the words, one can point out how angelic his voice is.

i snuggled closer to him as i wrapped my arm around him. this surely has got to be one of the best nights of my life. he always makes my day perfect.

i was starting to feel sleepy, when he suddenly stopped humming and softly called my name, "lisa?"

"wae?" i asked, while i pressed my body closer to his.

he cleared out his throat before speaking out again, "uhm ... i'm loving this position of ours, but i still have my manners."

i looked up at him and furrowed my eyebrows, confusion plastered all over to my face. "what?"

"uhm ... it's just that," he paused for a moment, "are you wearing ... that thing?"

"what thing? you're not making any sense," i lazily replied.

"that piece of clothing that ... uhm ... covers your..."

"spit it out, jeon. you're not a kid to stutter any longer," i said once again, hugging him tighter. he feels so soft, like a giant teddy bear.

"are you wearing a ... bra? coz i think i felt your nipples," he uttered.

fuck.

in an instant, i pushed him away causing him to fall off the bed.

seconds later, the door flew wide open, revealing a confused jennie who was standing by the doorway.

"what the — jisoo unnie!!!" she screamed out.

alright, this might be the end for me.