"whatta bam bam, whatta bam bam!" i bent my knee and did the last posing of our choreography. the lights then dimmed signaling us to go backstage.

it has only been 2 days since our comeback stage and our songs have been doing well, especially D4 achieving it's 1st win yesterday.

i was scrolling through my phone as i was looking for the netizens' comments about our performance, did i mention we already have our personal ig accounts? sajangnim actually told us to make one in order to boost our popularity. lots of positive feedbacks were shared, but there were also negative ones. but that's how industry works, haters will always try to bring you down.

i was on my way back to our room when my shoulders collided with someone causing me to drop my sandwich — good thing it was still unwrapped. i quickly took my glance away from my phone and squatted down to reach for my snack. to my surprise a hand grabbed it already and offered it to me.

i looked up and immediately fixed my posture and did a bow. he's the mc a while ago right, song kang is it?

"mian lisa-ssi, here's your sandwich by the way." he gladly offered and walked past me. some of the staffs were glaring at me making me feel weird, but i just ignored it and proceeded in walking to our room.

"you're actually pretty cute when you're nice." i looked around to follow the voice and saw that jen unnie was talking with his casual friend on the phone, while having her make up retouched.

i saw how her eyebrows automatically raised by yoongi oppa's comment.

"so what am i when i'm not nice?" she complained. i went over to the vacant seat beside her. damn, unnie's really pretty, and her cheeks are really chubby.

"hot as fu—" she cut him off by quickly grabbing her phone on the table side and turning off the loud speaker.

"ya min yoongi! you were on loud speaker!" jen scolded, making me and the staffs laugh. i poked her shoulders, lowkey teasing her and she just rolled her eyes at me, continuing their conversation.

i was unwrapping my sandwich when i felt a paper on the other side of the wrapper. my eyebrows furrowed as i unfolded it — a number was written onto it.

the room was then filled with chaeng's squeal. a hand quickly grabbed the paper and she stared at it for a moment before squealing once again.

"hubby can you atleast lower down your damn voice!" jen said with an annoyed face, but was quickly replaced with a shocked expression when chaeng showed her the paper.

"lalisa! who fucking gave you their number?" unnie asked. confusion was expressed on my face. was it the unnie at the cafeteria selling? i wondered.

i shrugged my shoulders and munched onto my sandwich. it may be a mistake, so i don't actually care that much.

"ya! aren't you even curious?" i glanced at chaeng and raised my eyebrow at her, but she wasn't looking and was just continuously teasing me while holding the paper.

"maybe it was a mistake." the door swung open revealing jisoo unnie who was showing a creepy smile towards me.

"you girls were so loud i heard you over the hallway! does our dongsaeng has an admirer now?" she quickly went to my way and pinched my cheeks making me scream in pain.

jen grabbed the paper from chaeng and recited the number over the phone, i almost forgot he was talking with yoongi oppa. she then placed her phone on the table and hit the loud speaker.

she raised her index finger at me and started shaking it while she was mouthing the words trouble.

"LALISA MANOBAN! ANSWER YOUR GODDAMN PHONE!" i immediately recognized that voice and took my phone. there appeared several notifications from him.

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jeon 🐰

it's our rehearsal break, wyd doll? 💜

i miss you :( text me back after your performance! 😩😩😩😩😩😩

watched it, you look stunning as always. fuck you and your dance movements! it was sooooo hot that my heart fucking burned 😫😫💜💜

YA WYA! hyung's talking with jen noona 🥺 reply pleaseeeeeee ‼️

can i fucking call doll? i miss you so much 😩

so now you've decided to ignore me. ignore the fucking jeon jungkook.

fine! i won't text you lol. have fun.

you think i will bother you every minute? you've guessed wrong, bitch. 🙄

it's a prank baby, please please reply ☹️

WHAT THE FUCK AM I HEARING? DID SOMEONE GIVE YOU HIS NUMBER?

STOP BUYING SANDWICHES THERE! I'LL MAKE YOU THOUSANDS JUST DON'T EVER BUY THERE!

SEND THE NUMBER MANOBAN.

YAAAAAAA! WHAT THE FUCK CHECK YOUR FUCKING PHONE AHJUMMA!

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i bit my lower lip and my members ooh-ed in unison. as i was about to explain my side to him, a staff went inside our room and signaled us to be on stage for the announcement of winner. i told him that later we'll talk and he responded with we really are with firmness evident in his voice.

confetti flew in the air as we achieved our 2nd win on our comeback song. our song played in the background and we bowed to everyone and proceeded in exiting. these past few days were tiring, so we quickly headed home and agreed on ordering chicken and beer to celebrate.

i was resting on my bed when i heard a knock. i was too lazy to stand up so i just yelled it's open. but the knocking didn't stop and just continued banging on the door. Good lord, just how deaf are my members.

"i told you it was open!" i shouted while rising from my bed. but to my surprise, it wasn't one of my members but jungkook who was standing infront. he was holding an ice cream tube in his one hand while the other carried a bouquet of roses.

"sorry can't open the door. congrats on your second win!" he said and showed me what he was holding. i widely opened the door and signaled him to go inside. he put the roses and ice cream on my side table and sat down on my bed while intensely staring at me.

"what again?" i uttered. his stare is making my knees weak so can he just stop.

he licked his lower lip before responding.

"nothing. you just really look gorgeous no matter what you wear." i felt my cheeks burning so i faced my back on him, i took a glance at what i was wearing — an oversized shirt resting on my mid thigh. he patted the space beside him telling me to sit down.

"why are you here? aren't you rehearsing for the lotte concert?" i asked as i indian sat on my bed. like them, we were also invited to perform in the concert, but our schedules didn't match since we'll be performing earlier and afterwards will be quickly leaving due to jen unnie's photoshoot with Chanel.

"it's okay. we still have 4 more days. jimin, yoongi and jin hyung are downstairs buying something with your unnies." oh that explains why they're not here.

"and besides, we'll be talking right?" he emphasized on the talking. i pouted and looked down. i didn't want jungkook thinking that i was entertaining other men so i quickly explained how i have no idea how that paper ended up on my sandwich. please, i was just starving!

he let out a quick laugh and patted my head. i stared at his eyes and i felt the hairs on my back stand. what is it with him and his intense stares?

"don't worry, i know you're clueless about it. but i know who gave you the number." he ran his hand on his hair and let out a sigh. my eyes squinted and i guess he noticed how confused i was to what he stated.

"i have connections doll, did you forget that i'm jeon jungkook?" he proudly stated making me roll my eyes at him. but he just laughed it out.

"it was that song something," he paused for a moment. the one i bumped into?

"song kong? king kong? i don't give a shit but i hope he knows how to stay in his lane." i giggled. he really likes being possessive over things.

"song kang! manners kook, he's older!" i jokingly slapped his arm and felt his biceps. oh damn, he really has been working out.

his eyes widen at what i stated and i felt like he was about to shout at me or something, but he then smirked.

"stop drooling over my biceps, manoban. you know you can touch me anytime, anywhere." he teasingly said. i didn't notice how my lips were slightly parted and how my hand was just resting on him.

i took my hand away from him but he grabbed it quickly and rested it on his chest and i swear to God it was hard as fuck!

pull yourself together, lisa! i scoled to myself.

he forwarded a bit, lessening the gap between us and moved his face closer — making it inches apart. i stared at him for a moment and noticed how his looks fell down just right on my lips. i saw how his adam apples moved and he was closely advancing to my face. his heart was beating fast; i closed my eyes as i was prepared for our lips to crash.

after seconds of waiting, i opened my sight and saw him smirking. disappointment was what i felt when i realized he won't kiss me. fuck it!

"you're mine," he said with a husky voice. my lips were becoming dry. "so other guys can fuck off." he then stood and went outside the room.

my heart started to beat rapidly and my mind was blank for a minute. im' his? bitch, i'm no ones'! i thought, but my feelings state otherwise — it's like i want him owning me.

his words echoed numerous times in my head and was only pulled back to reality when he shouted ice cream time, giving me a spoon while he was flashing his bunny smile.

jungkook, stop making me fall.