"omo! you're here again?" i asked upon seeing him infront of my room's doorway. they've just attended GMA earlier and i'm shocked that jungkook managed to visit me.

"don't do anything stupid, arasso?" jisoo unnie reminded as she headed towards her room.

"you're not going to invite me inside?" he asked. without second thought, i gestured him to come inside.

"what are you doing here, kook?" i questioned. he just visited last night after rehersing with charlie puth, and now he's here again.

"how are you?" he asked, as he sat down on my bed.

"mwo?"

"i saw the comments of some armys on your," he paused, having a still silence between us. i then realized what he was referring to.

yesterday, i made my own youtube account so that i can upload some video films of mine. jungkook actually was the one who encouraged me in doing it, giving me advices as he is a videographer as well.

although i don't have enough knowledge yet on editing stuffs, i share my thoughts on it — with the help of jungkook. there was a time where we just binged-watch on this youtube tutorial about editing videos. i can't recall the name of the channel, yet it was a couple where the man shoots his girlfriend on his point of view.

honestly, jungkook shot some clips of me and he badly wanted to upload it; but of course that's not an option for us, so he just videos his hyungs instead.

i studied his eyes and i could tell how hurt he was for me. i shook my head in denial and softly smiled at him.

it's true that i somehow got hurt upon seeing other people's comment on my video. like how mine was a total rip off of jungkook's, copying his GCF the entire way through.

but i don't want to worry him, especially knowing that he also feels down — it's him before me, always.

"ya, jungkook! that's already fine, i don't care about those things." i answered.

"lisa," he said bowing his head, as he struggled with a sudden, sick sense of shame. "i'm sorry. sorry for this. i don't want others hating on you, particularly if it's because of me."

what was he thinking? that i blame him for all those hate comments?

"i controlled myself from doing thai greetings earlier because others might drag your name to mine again, and i don't want that lisa. i don't want you hurting because of me." he continued.

i cupped his face and furrowed my eyebrows at him. his eyes widened with what i did, but soon avoided my gaze.

"pabo, look at me." i whispered.

looking at him was making me nervous yet crazy at the same time. i kept on staring at his brown eyes and was lost on it; i almost drifted from reality.

"it is not your faulty, and it will never be." i said as i loosened my grip on him. i then leaned closer and gave him a quick peck on the cheeks. his ear quickly reddened and i chuckled a bit.

"woah, i made you blushed." i teased as my laughter loudened a bit.

"stop it lisayah!" he scowled, but of course i didn't stop. i pinched her cheeks and laughed at him. he kept on slapping my hand to get my hands off him but i pinched harder.

"gwiyeo!" i squealed. if others would see us, they would surely be shocked by how childish we are.

all of a sudden, he grabbed me by the waist and  pulled me down on the bed, lying face to face. he started playing with my locks and ran his hand through my hair.

he smelled my hair and took in a sharp breath, before burying his face into it. i shivered when i felt him kiss it and in an instant, my cheeks burned with redness.

"now who's blushing?" he teased back. i rolled my eyes at him causing him to smirk. he then kissed my forehead and my nose tip.

"jungkook-ah," i whispered. "are you still sad?"

he paused for a bit and i was searching for answers in his eyes. i've watch their performance and saw fancams of him sulking after that. i know jungkook by heart, and i can always tell if he's disappointed at something — specifically himself. i know how he wasn't satisfied with his duet with charlie puth.

he flashed a soft smile before answering.

"not anymore." he calmly said. "i'm with you now."

a shy smile escaped my lips, "i'm always proud of you no matter what." i said.

he stared straight into my eyes and pressed his warm lips upon mine. slow, tender, and passionate — that's how i can describe our kiss.

he pulled back and dipped his head onto my neck.

"why do you always have hot eyes, manoban?" he murmured, with his face still buried.

"only for you." i replied. he lifted his gaze and a grin escaped from his cherry red lips.

"want to watch a movie?" he questioned.

"oooh, yes! let's watch this japanese movie! my yesterday, your tomorrow. it's so nice!" i happily uttered. he snickered at my reaction and nodded.

"wait, aren't you tired? don't you want to go home now?" i asked.

"lisa, you are my rest and most especially, my home."

i scrunched my face upon hearing what he said, how cheesy can he get?

i was about to rise up from the bed when he pulled me and held me tighter. he pressed my head onto his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

"five minutes. i missed you so damn much, baby." he said in a husky voice.

"i missed you more." i answered as i hugged him back.

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evidences:

• idk but i watched some fancams and noticed that jungkook didn't do any of those thai gestures during GMA. prolly bc of the fact that lisa was in a bad place that time, being bashed by some armys. (just my opinion)

• same film