Chapter 1: ceilings, plaster
Notes:
I apologize for the late uploads works kicking me arse
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“Thank you so much for having Jennie and I over for dinner. This was lovely, I’m so glad that our girls have each other.” Jennie’s mom mentions as they sit around the dining room digesting all that’s been prepared by Lisa’s parents. The two girls had excused themselves to catch the sunset outside. “It’s never any trouble—Jennie is always welcome and so are you. It’s been a crazy ride those four—” Lisa’s mom comments as they all erupt in a soft chuckle.
The adults continue to talk about what Jennie and her mom had been up to while they’ve been in Thailand. As Jennie and Lisa are taking advantage of the warm weather and pink skies, “Have you enjoyed your time in Thailand?” Lisa questions the older girl trying to ignore the sweat in her palms creating a pool. A pool caused by the older woman not the weather. She doesn’t know why this is how she feels around Jennie because these types of feelings never come up with Jisoo or Rosé. She’s so caught up in her own head that she didn’t notice that Jennie had stopped talking.
Jennie wraps her arm around the younger woman’s shoulder pressing her nose on her cheek, “Lili?” Jennie questions, Lisa turns her head quickly resulting in them inches from one another. Jennie smiles but Lisa pulls away rapidly hoping that the pink skies hide her flush cheeks. “Sorry yes, I’m glad I got to show you around Thailand—do you have a favourite part?” She continues to distract her as she musters up the courage to bring up these confusing feelings, wanting to know how she should deal with it.
Lisa can’t pinpoint why it all started or why Jennie but maybe all those times helping one another at studio, a year before they debut might’ve created too many intimate nights. Or the attention she received from Jennie was never the same from the other girls and it fed this part of her that was apparently falling in love with Jennie. There was always a certain difference in attention to detail when it came from Jennie. She never disappointed Lisa, not that she could even try to do so. But Lisa hasn’t been the same, every stage interaction with the older woman has fed this feeling. This stomach churning, smile forming, heart pounding feeling that distracts her from all that she must do, she just forgets to everything. Just like right now, all she wants to do is be in this moment and she is all of her attention is on how beautiful Jen— “Lisa what is going on?” Jennie chuckles once again having to pull Lisa out of her thoughts, “Sorry—I just—there’s something I want to talk to you about—” Lisa starts, Jennie turns her body towards the younger girl. Jennie’s also been trying to find the perfect time to tell her about Kai. And the time is presenting herself to mention her relationship, if anybody should know first it should be Lisa.
Lisa’s been a prominent figure in her life, she’s the first friend she made during her trainee days. Ever since then she’s told the younger girl everything, from her traumas to the types of poops that she had that day, to how YG’s feedback made her feel basically anything to everything. Everyone assumes that Lisa is immature because of her persona but she’s just as wise possibly wiser than her other group members. “Okay—are you breaking up with me?” Jennie jokes, Lisa tenses up and the older girl notices making her chuckle, “I’m kidding—everything alright? You look like you’re about to throw up.” Jennie comments rubbing the younger girl back, but Lisa moves away creating space between them. Jennie pulls her hand back caught off guard by Lisa’s reaction, “I’ve been feeling something for someone and when we were trainee’s I pushed it down because I wanted this too much. I wanted to be where I’m at today, I wasn’t—I still won’t jeopardize our hard work but now that we’re here and we can—I just want to know whether I’m going crazy.” Lisa starts saying all of it under one breath. It’s a lot for Jennie to process but she catches the gist, Lisa likes someone. The younger woman has never disclosed this part of her before making this a big deal. Any time they would bring up this kind of topic she’d always bring up a celebrity crush and nothing else. Never divulging into what her type is, what she’d like to do on dates etc.
“Okay—” Jennie pauses nodding at Lisa to continue, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but this person is driving me insane. And not in the cuckoo kind—they are running around my mind all the time and whenever they’re around I can’t focus, and I can’t breathe—I’m scared unnie—I don’t want to feel like this—it feels so wrong to be here—I hate feeling like this—I can’t—” tears begin to form at the duct of Lisa eyes, it’s scaring her that from this moment forward everything she’s ever felt about Jennie is going to be out for her to know.
Jennie wipes the tears away “Listen—hey—woah—whatever or whomever this is about it’s going to be okay.” nodding for her to continue, “I think I’m in love with this person but—how could I—what do I know about love unnie?” Lisa sighs, trying to swallow the rock stuck in her throat. Jennie takes her hands into her own getting her to look into her eyes, ‘You are making this difficult’ Lisa thought to herself.
“You know plenty about love—you taught me to open myself up to love especially when we first became a band, you taught me how to love and how to receive love in all its forms. If anybody knows love its Lisa Mano—” Lisa’s been waiting for this moment right here, she cups Jennie’s cheeks in her hands pulling her in for a kiss. There wasn’t a protest but in fairness Jennie’s blind sided by what just happened, Lisa is the first to pull away with all the hope in the world in her eyes. Jennie opens her eyes and only one thing comes out, “I’m seeing Kai.”
“Lisa? Hands in?” Jisoo bumps into the maknae, who raises her eyebrows faking a smile. Lisa hesitantly puts her hand in the circle looking around before stopping at Jennie making eye contact quickly, then moving to Rosé and back to Jisoo. They exchange a few encouragements before finishing with their normal routine, they head to their respective position creating space between her and Jennie. It’s been a week since their conversation and Lisa’s been trying her best to avoid Jennie like a plague while balancing her image around everyone. Jisoo looks at Lisa trying to warm up to have the energy that the crowd deserves, usually that energy would’ve been around all day. But something isn’t quite right with the maknae. Jisoo can sense it, Lisa loves performing for Thailand, but it feels like she trying to collect herself the energy to perform instead of just having it as if she’s trying to distract herself. Jisoo reaches her arm out to Lisa, “Are you okay?” she mouths, the youngest member nods softly grazing her hands. Which is another red flag usually she’d be clingy onto the older member but nothing. Jennie watches this exchange as best she can, but their platform begins to lift, and the music begins to blare through their in-ears.
Everything throughout the concert seems to be going as it should, the crowd is electric to see their country hero back. The girls had their typical moments on stage to the point that Jisoo brushed all that she’d witness, as if she was simply making something up. Jennie even as so far to inform the whole country of Thailand that they should be extremely proud of the younger woman. That if anything they will take care of her. Before they bow Lisa says her goodbye speech “ประเทศไทย! ฉันรักคุณ! ฉันคิดถึงคุณ! ขอบคุณสำหรับทุกอย่าง ฉันจะไม่เป็นฉันถ้าไม่มีคุณ! คุณคือบ้านของฉัน และมันดีเสมอที่ได้เห็นการกะพริบตาที่สวยงามมากมาย!” “(Thailand! I love you! I miss you! Thank you for everything I wouldn't be me without you! You are my home and its always so good to see so many beautiful blinks!)
They put their hands together and bow one last time before exiting the stage. As hectic as the stage is during their performance, post show is even zanier. They are running to change, catching their breath trying to beat traffic and avoid everyone trying to wrap everything up for the night. Thankfully they’ve all gotten use to how to be efficient in the dressing room, Rosé is always the first one done, and Lisa is always last. But this time Lisa is first to be finished, her costumes neatly packed in the bag for wardrobe, make up put away and anything that she brought was in her bag. “My parents are waiting for me; I’ll see you guys tomorrow for rehearsals—”
“Wait I thought that we were gonna get some drinks and celebrate?” Rosé questions. Lisa stops by the door completely forgetting that they had plans, “Shit. I’m sorry—can we move it till tomorrow I want to hang out with my family before I leave—"
“It’s okay—go—we can do something tomorrow.” Jisoo smiles the younger girl. She could tell that Lisa didn’t want to be there any longer than she must. Maybe it’s how well she’s been trained but from what she saw on stage its clear that all of it was just for the stage. She knows that her family is a priority to her, and she knows that her grandfather hasn’t been feeling well but her delivery’s laced with something else. There is definitely something going on, she looks around hoping to see that she’s not the only to notice the change in their maknae. But it seems that she’s the only one concerned, maybe it is just in her head.
The girls return to their hotel trying to catch up on their sleep. And trying to maintain their sleep schedule knowing that it’ll be messed up for the next 5 months. When they arrive at their hotel the girls’ exchanged goodnights before going to their hotel rooms. Jisoo collapses on her bed, closing her eyes hearing the roar of the crowds. As for the other young member of the group, Rosé is also thinking about Lisa being odd, but she doesn’t want to jump to conclusions. She doesn’t want to assume favorites or say that there are members that are closer with one another because in truth they tend to go back and forth with one another. But always felt that her relationship with Lisa tends to go from one extreme to the other. They’ll be obsessed with one another then they’ll simply be good friends and back and forth. Maybe it’s because they’re closer in age and just have a specific understanding about what it’s like to be away from their own family. They all know one another better than anyone else, of course she noticed that something is odd about their interactions with Lisa.
Jennie was the only one to greet them at the airport, not really giving her or Jisoo an explanation for the absence of their youngest member. When they arrived at the venue Lisa’s already with sound putting in her in ears and adjusting her microphone, Rosé quickly runs towards the younger girl, “Lalisa!” she screams hugging the taller girl from behind picking her up and shaking her. The older members smile even Jennie, she knows how much they mean to one another. A part of her knows that she should bring it up to Lisa what happened between them. But her mom had interrupted them before she could say anything. After saying ‘I’m seeing Kai’ her mother informed her that it was time to get back to the hotel. Lisa flipped a switch and returned to herself smiling, putting herself under Jennie’s moms’ arm.
They start up their own conversation walking away from Jennie who’s left with a lot of things to process. But having a packed schedule to explore Thailand with her mother left her with a lot less time to process. She doesn’t mind being around her mother and she sure as hell didn’t mind being in Thailand but what is she supposed to do with that much information. ‘Lisa kissed her.’ Her mom of course noticed but if she knows her daughter, she’ll come to her when she’s ready. She knows that there’s been something occupying her daughter, and before she left, she asked one last time if there is anything she wants to talk about. But Jennie shrugs it off, offering another fake smile saying that she’s got everything sorted and it’s just the tour.
“Chaeng!” Lisa shouts giggling at her current situation, Rosé puts her down digging her head into the slightly taller girl. “I missed you—how are your parents? Why weren’t you at the airport?” she questions snaking her hand through Lisa’s arm walking out to do some blocking and checking the stage. Lisa tenses up, she knew that she can’t be alone in a room with Jennie. Lisa knows that it’s going to take time and she understands that she’s not here to expect anything. But she doesn’t exactly have the liberty of months hell even weeks to get over her feelings for Jennie. So, this is going to have to go faster than most if it means not talking to her for week to just process and move on so be it. That’s what she’s done and by tonight she’ll be back to her flirty self on stage. “Parents are good, just been spending as much time with them as I can—been taking my grandfather to his appointments to get the best care he can get. And I tried to meet you guys at the airport, but my grandfather’s appointment ran longer than I had expected. I got the text that you guys were already on your way to the venue so here I am.” Lisa answers as they snake their way around the stage, the rest of the group join the two girls. Chaeng lets her grip go from Lisa and makes her way to Jennie while Jisoo makes her way to the taller girl to have some of the same conversation.
Individuals brewing their own theories about tonight’s interaction, could this just be something that they might be blowing out of proportion. Two are wondering whether there is something off about their group dynamic while one is left to wonder what she should do about Lisa. It’s not like there is some training on how to handle this she’s barely handling dating someone in the public eye. But this is where the immaturity that everyone expects out of Lisa comes in, she always distances herself and tries her best to fix it or figure it out herself. When in reality she could probably get some advice and help from others. But what can Jennie do? What is she meant to do; she knows that she doesn’t feel the same way about Lisa—right? They’re relationship is extremely complex and its multiple faceted and having this unknown territory muck it up is going to make the next couple of months rough and awkward.
She hurt Lisa, Jennie knows that—she could tell as soon as all of the colour in her face disappeared at the mention of Kai. One thing is for sure, she hates not talking to Lisa, she hates not having more than the stage interactions with her.
Chapter 2: can't you just,
Notes:
italicized text are messages they received if its bolded is messages they've sent :)
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Saturday, January 26, 2019.
Hong Kong
Everything seems to be relatively back to normal for the most part, but Jisoo nor Rosé can’t shake off this distant nagging. They could tell Jennie was keeping something and that Lisa’s distant, not in the public eye, of course, she knows exactly how to be around cameras. But when it’s just them she seems overly consumed with her phone, taking photos, and is overly attached to the hip with Chaeyoung. It’s understandable to be attached to another group member over the other sometimes. But what’s confusing to Jennie and Jisoo is that they usually would’ve fought over something by now.
Yet, it's been peaceful between the both of them, more than peaceful actually it’s like they share the same brain. They’re currently in make up getting ready for their show in Hong Kong. Jennie is currently getting her look done, while Jisoo is playing with her switch on the couch. While the one brain cell is tangled together, Rosé aimlessly scrolling through her phone as for Lisa is typing away in her notes app.
“Lili, can you come with me to crafts?” Rosé breaks the white silence waiting for Lisa’s attention. Lisa finishes her thought, “Yeah—actually I’m getting a little hungry” she smiles at the blonde moving their legs out from one another.
“Does anybody want anything?” Lisa asks generally, the two unnie’s look at the younger girls offering a small smile and shaking their heads. They both shrug at one another and leave the room, Jisoo finds this to be the perfect opportunity to not interrogate her best friend but sus out the situation. “Can you give us the room for a couple of minutes?” Jisoo politely smiles at the make-up artist, who bows politely excusing herself.
Jennie opens her eyes and looks at Jisoo through the mirror in question, Jisoo decides to sit next to the younger girl turning the chair to face her. Jisoo reads the younger girls face, minimizing her eyes trying to intimidate her but it does the opposite. Jennie sits curiously unsure of what’s about to come out of her bandmates mouth. Jisoo lets them sit in silence a few more seconds, leaning even closer than she did before. “What are you hiding?” Jisoo finally speaks.
Jennie arches her eyebrow unsure of what she’s talking about let alone where this came from. “What?” Jennie chuckles trying to calm her thoughts that are going a thousand miles a minute. There are a few things she’s hiding, where does she even start but the important thing is understanding what Jisoo’s getting at. Her lies consist of; her not really being busy with her manager earlier, she just wanted some shut eye and peace and quiet. She’d been talking to Kai for more than a couple of months, but they finally went on date just a couple of weeks ago. That when she decided not to go see the girls it wasn’t because she didn’t want too it was just the fact, she was a little too busy Christmas shopping that she didn’t have enough time to catch up. There could be so many things that Jisoo is finally catching up on. “What…are you hiding?” Jisoo repeats one more time, Jennie scratches her nose trying not to avoid eye contact knowing that that’s one of her tells that she is lying. “You’re a little too composed—a little too quiet—some might say a little toooooo Jennie” Jisoo hums, and the nerves finally get the best of Jennie. They’ve been go go go that she hasn’t given anything else a forethought she barely keeps a conversation going with Kai, but she tries her best. So busy being on autopilot that she’s reminded again of the events of what happened in Thailand with Lisa.
The younger girl’s been so good at maintaining face with everyone that she’d completely forgotten her confession and that kiss. That when she really looks back at all of their interactions in the last couple of weeks, they’ve been so calculated by Lisa that she didn’t even notice how different she was off stage and away from the camera. Always hanging around Jisoo or Rosé only seeing her in a group setting or in meetings or the dance studios practicing away. Jisoo clears her throat getting Jennie’s attention “I’m not hiding anything, unnie.” Jennie replies grabbing her water from the table and Jisoo doesn’t buy it.
“Jendeukie—you’re not one to lie. Let alone lie to me.” Jisoo hums keeping the suspicious look on her face stone set. “I haven’t.” Jennie shakes her head taking another sip of her water. Jisoo tsk’s at the younger girl. “More lies—” Jisoo starts, she crosses her arms and legs leaning back on the chair. “—I know you’re hiding something and knowing you I know you’ll tell me when you’re ready, but I just want to let you know how I know for a fact you’re hiding something. You’ve had a pretty busy December—I mean we all have—” Jisoo shrugs casually as Jennie’s grip on the chair and water bottle tightens.
“—It’s the holidays—we all have our own schedule and duties keep us busy but even then, you were never around in the dorm. Up at dawn back by midnight—correct me if I’m wrong but you said that you hate early mornings so there’s that. You’re glued to your phone and that says a lot coming from me—and when you leave to go anywhere you are covered head to toe like a marshmallow. I heard you coming home one night, and I peeked through to see who it was, and I thought there was an intruder who hated the cold. Thank you for the heart attack by the way.” Jisoo winks, “So dare I ask you again—” Jisoo is interrupted by the two girls returning with an abundance of snacks that are made up of fruit, sweets, and chips. They pause by the doorway, “Why was uhmm— “Lisa starts turning her attention back to her bandmates. “Are we interrupting something?” Chaeyoung chuckles feeling the vibe of the environment be different from when they were both here.
Jennie knows that Jisoo will never quit, she may not mention it again but there will be looks, bumping and teasing that’ll continue until she breaks. Jisoo’s determination is not a joking matter when she wants something she’ll never stop until she gets it. “No but I do have to talk to you guys about something.” Jennie sighs—this is not how she wanted to let her teammates know that she is dating someone. Lisa on the other hand begins to sweat bullets but Rosé drags her closer to Jennie which is the closest she’s been to the older girl other than the stage. She tries her best to maintain her face and some space between her and Jennie, no one seems to notice.
“I’m seeing Kai—” she pauses, Lisa feels herself wanting to shrink reliving the same event from a week ago. How her heart crumbled like ashes in the wind at the words and it came as an utter shock to her that for once she could breathe. Regretting ever acting on her feelings because despite not being able to breathe around Jennie at least she could still be around her. Now she can barely be alone with her, she’s thankfully that her and the girls hate not being around the other, so she’s hasn’t been alone with Jennie as much.
The room erupts in coos and Lisa decides to play along cooing with the other girls. Giving her best performance as if she’s back on stage, Jisoo and Rosé begin to ask her all the details of how it all happened. And for once all that confidence, bubbly, curious, radiant positive energy is quiet. Smiling through it, knowing deep down that she’s merely enduring to get through the discussion of Jennie and her love life. Lisa tries her best to listen but it all sounds like this consistent ringing in her ears that’s making it impossible to focus. If anything, it feels like she’s suffocating, “Excuse me.” She barely whispers letting her arms go from Rosé it seems the other two are too busy to notice but Jennie eyes follow the maknae as she leaves the room.
Lisa doesn’t know where she’s headed but she just needs to breathe and release the tightening happening in her chest. She reaches behind the stage resting her back on a metal pole before pacing trying to calm herself down. The week of no contact with Jennie helped keep her out of her mind but being around the girl has proven to be difficult. And she’s handling as best as she can but now that she must sit here and stomach even more by hearing every little detail of their relationship. It’s like pouring salt on the wound and twisting the knife on her back.
She feels so stupid, all those interactions with Jennie feel ordinary. They don’t hold any special memory anymore. Making her look back at how excited she got at the presences of the older girl she feels pity for herself. All those hugs were just hugs, dropping everything to come and see to her. Making sure everything was okay when she hurt her ankles after the shooting for that hellish military show was a friendly duty. Texting her those encouragements in dark moments in her life where she felt like she didn’t know if she could go on—it was just an elder looking out for her. That in reality it, it was only ever her who smiled at the sight of a Jennie’s name popping up on her phone. Somehow all those times Lisa was trying to figure out a way to see Jennie before they were in a group together were pitiful. She used to walk around trying to figure out a way to see Jennie throughout the day. Swallowing the pill that she will never make Jennie feel the way that Kai makes her feel.
With this being the last leg of this portion of the tour she’s thankful to know that they’ll be back in Korea with a few things on their schedules before the next leg of the tour. Back in her own apartment to wallow and move on properly or in her case distracting herself with work and dancing. Back in the green room Jisoo and Rosé get a breakdown of it all. “Wow 6 months of you guys talking and only now you guys go on a date 2 months ago!” the younger girl coos and Jennie smiles at the thought of him makes her heart skip a beat. “I mean we both have busy schedules so we figured we would keep a few days throughout December free for one another.” She smiles, Jisoo and Rosé exchange looks cooing at one another to see their member happy.
“Unnie, you seem so happy, but you didn’t have to hide it from us, you know” Chaeyoung states, Jennie sighs, she didn’t want to keep it from her best friends, but she just wanted them to be with one another a little longer. Beside it wasn’t her best friends she was trying to shield her relationship from its from their managers and the company. The fact that they’re from different management companies just complicates everything, so much so that she doesn’t even want to get into it.
“We just wanted a moment without any pressure, and I wasn’t trying to hide it from you guys I was trying to hide it from management. I know as soon as they know that’ll be it—” Jennie sighs leaving it at that because that could practically mean anything knowing how powerful both companies are. Jisoo goes in for hug knowing how big this is for Jennie, she’s as closed off as they come, and this is practically jumping off a cliff. Management is a lot of things, and their influence and power are beyond their own comprehension, so the girls truly recognize where Jennie is coming from.
“Does that mean when we fly back to Korea, you’ll be seeing him?” Rosé teases rubbing shoulders with the older girl making her blush because it’s true. “Well, that answers that questions” Jisoo smirks before they could continue this conversation the make-up artist knocks on the door and enters, letting the girls know that they’ve got to get back to prepping for the show. The girls bow their heads, and another make-up artist comes in to help. Jisoo decides to go next, Jennie excuses herself stating she’s going to call Kai and possibly grab some actual food from craft shading how the snacks brought by the youngins couldn’t possibly fill her up.
Rosé sticks her tongue out as the unnie leaves the room. Jennie wasn’t lying when she said she was going to call Kai—she also wanted to check in on Lisa—the conversation only lasted a couple of minutes, but it meant a lot to both of them to hear from one another. After 10 minutes of searching, she stumbles on Lisa coming back from the stage she knew that at some point they had to talk about it. Lisa’s got her airpods in with her attention on her phone, Jennie decides to be soft when grabbing her attention simply standing in front of her way. Lisa looks up and feels the rock in her throat return, “Hi.” Jennie says, Lisa takes the out her airpods stuffing them in her joggers along with her phone and her hands. “Hi.” She returns, offering the best smile she can collect.
“How are you?” Jennie questions, Lisa is curious—she’s sure that she was going to bring up Thailand but if not, she’s fine with it too. Lisa looks down at her feet then back at Jen, who finds herself a little lost in the younger girls’ eyes. Lisa’s eyes have this effect on people, they are adorable as they are seductive. People say that the eyes are the windows to someone soul but when you look at Lisa’s you can’t quite tell what she’s trying to convey it’s like they perform all on their own. “I’m alright just stretching; back’s been hurting a little how are you?’ Lisa replies slowly walking towards Jennie indicating she has to make her way back to make-up. Someone came looking for her earlier to get back to the green room for her turn to get ready. Jennie follows the taller girls pace trying to figure out a way to bring up what happened between them.
“I’m alright, I just wanted to check in—you kind of left—” Jennie explains dying off at the end, Lisa stops for a moment then continues to. She doesn’t know what to say, if she makes up an excuse the older girl will know it’s an excuse, but she doesn’t feel the need to have to talk about Thailand. It’s clear how Jennie feels about her and she’s working her way to accept the truth. “Yeah—just working on my nerves” Lisa fakes a smile; it’s not a total lie it was her nerves that was getting the best of her.
“Right—listen—” Jennie begins as they’re about to turn the corner to the green room she stops Lisa. Lisa is literally cornered as she nods her head, “—about what happened in Thai—” Lisa inhales deeply at the mention of Thailand, interrupting Jennie’s train of thought.
“It’s okay really—you don’t have to say anything—I value yo—our friendship and all of our hard work too much to let something so little affect it all. This is something I need work on by myself—and all I’m asking is a little bit of space and I know we’ll be back to how it was—forgetting that any of that ever happened.” Lisa battles the tears and the rock from winning while maintaining the eye contact that they both cherish. Jennie doesn’t know what to say because she had prepared a whole speech about what to say to the younger girl. But clearly Lisa’s made up her mind and when she’s made up her mind there’s not much to change it.
“Oh—okay.” Is all Jennie can say, “I’m happy for you and Kai. Seeing you happy is the only thing that matters.” Is the last thing Lisa says to the older girl walking away from her. Pulling on her sleeves trying to discreetly wipe the tears that were able to escape before she enters the green room and raise some questions. Jennie sighs as her anger brews, she hates that she hurt Lisa like this they’ve been so close since they were trainees. This distance is unsettling to her, they’ve been with one another. She releases an exasperated groan then makes her way to craft; Jisoo makes her presence known when she comes out of the other corner having come from wardrobe.
‘What the fuck happened in Thailand?’ Jisoo thought to herself proving that something is unravelling and there is definitely a shift within their group.
During the concert there were a few things that Jisoo couldn’t shake off, especially because everything she heard completely contradicts how Lisa and Jennie were acting on stage. She’s participated in flirting with her group members to amp up the crowd during a few moments but there seems to be something in the air. These two couldn’t seem to get their attention away from one another. From biting mini hearts, comforting the other when they’re on the ground, accidentally kissing the others cheek a little too close to her lips, holding hands and wrapping their arms around one another during the fan goodbye. Jisoo can’t seem to connect the dots, but she knows that she can’t keep the other member of the group in the dark. She’s sure that Rosé feels the shift and its time that they talk about it with one another.
Everything after the concert happened so fast that the only thing that any member can recall is being in their respective vehicle with a band mate. Thankfully Rosé and Jisoo are in one van while Lisa and Jennie are in the other, Lisa takes this time to grab some shut eye as they make their way to the airport. She considers it a superpower how she can just fall asleep anywhere. While Jennie finally notices the million notifications from Kai and every single social media platform she’s on.
[Kai 🐻❄️ :]
Did you know about this?
[Kai 🐻❄️ ]
What is going on?
[Kai 🐻❄️ ]
Management won’t leave me alone?
[Kai 🐻❄️ ]
Did you tell somebody about us?
[Kai 🐻❄️ ]
Call me when you can.
[Kai 🐻❄️ ]
We need to talk about this.
[Kai 🐻❄️ ]
Call me.
17 Missed Calls from Kai 🐻❄️
Jen looks over at Lisa to see her fully asleep, she decides to connect her airpods with her phone. Wanting to be sure that no one could possibly hear the conversation through her phone. He seems to be in a panic, but she doesn’t know why, she’s been on stage the last two and a half hours.
‘Hello?’
‘Ni—”
‘What is going on? Are you okay? What was with all of the texts.’
‘Has anyone on your team talked to you? Have you been on anything?’
‘No what is going on your freaking me out?’
Lisa wakes up at the sudden raise of voices in the car, the managers are whispering amongst themselves as Jennie’s voice continues to break.
‘Someone sold our relationship—’
‘Kai what are you talking about? We’ve been so careful—I just told the girls today?’
‘I don’t know Jen—I don’t know just ease up on social media today—but I’ Jennie can’t hear the rest of what he has to say because she is too busy catching up with all of her social media notifications. And all they had to say was that Kai shouldn’t be with her, she’s ugly, how could someone as sweet as him be with someone as wicked as her. Calling her the villain of kpop, her managers turn to her, and Lisa is now fully awake, but she doesn’t want to overwhelm the older girl. They are talking at her with all this information almost nagging her for answers.
‘I have to go.’ Jennie hangs up the phone and just sits her as manager lectures her while also simultaneously asking her what she wants to do. Lisa hates that all she can do is pretend to be asleep while the person she cares for the most is just taking all this fire. Lisa hates herself for it if she could shield her away from whatever all of this is she would but instead she sits there frozen.
“YG wants to see you the day after you land to discuss how to best handle this, and I advise you don’t go and see Kai. You are only going to damage your image as well as the girls with all this drama, you can’t keep up with this if you expect to have any future projects. Do you understand Jennie?” Its silent for a few minutes a sigh comes out of Jennie, “Yes, oppa.” Is all she can say.
Before Lisa knows it, her manager is waking her up to prepare them to get out of the van and into the airport. She looks over at Jennie who’s got a blank look on her face almost like she’s saving face. Lisa is the first one to step out of the van and she holds her hand out for Jennie and the older girl joins their hands together. The bubble forms around them, Lisa looks over at the older girl wrapping herself around her trying to shield her from the paps. The other two girls enter the bubble, and it gets bigger, but Jennie creates space between her and Lisa running up to Jisoo. Lisa can’t even be bother for all she’s focusing on is getting through this airport to their gate where she can continue her shut eye. Everything is quiet until they make it to their gate and start boarding the plane and Jisoo finally breaks discourse.
“Jennie are you okay? You look like you’re going to throw up?”
Chapter 3: make it move faster?
Chapter Text
When they landed in Korea it’s like no one could keep their own thoughts to themselves from the airport all throughout the streets of Korea. They all want to know about Kai and Jennie. As for her, Jennie’s been numb since her conversation with Kai. She doesn’t care about the hate she’s getting from the netizens or the conversation she has with the CEO of in a few hours. She just wants to talk to Kai because she would never jeopardize all they’ve built in the last 6 months and throw it down just like that. He has to know how much she values her privacy, but he hasn’t been answering and everyone can tell, its driving her crazy. The three girls get dropped off at their dorm while Lisa is dropped off at her apartment, when she opens the door, she’s happy to see her babies acting as if she hasn’t been gone a whole month. Rubbing up against her leg, vibrating like batteries.
The stress of the last month and recently just washed away at the sight of her apartment. Home is not a place Lisa knows that but for her this space is something she’s worked hard on keeping it sacred. A safe space for her to be herself and let out her frustrations. Instead of unpacking her things she decides to simply spend time with her pets until her hearts content or until she passes out on her bed. While the other three girls had a little less calming arrival, the two were worried about Jennie who immediately rushed to her room avoiding any kind of conversation, encouragement, comfort, she denied everything. All she wanted to do was feel something, but she couldn’t until she knew what the future of her relationship is going to be.
It took a lot of her to take a leap to be vulnerable with someone and be with someone. She secretly hopes that they are stronger than everything they are going through, and he does but he hates what they are saying about her. Because she is none of those things, he finds her beautiful and wonderful, but what they are saying about her is uncalled for. Kai knew that this is going to happen with anybody he dates but he hates that it happening to her. He wants more than anything to drop everything and drive to where she is, but his management keeps putting all these worse case scenarios in his head. Mentioning how its best to stay silent to ensure the popularity of their career.
***
The next morning came, and Jennie couldn’t get herself out of bed. It’s the exhaustion getting the best of her, to the point that her manager had to call Jisoo to wake her up. The van’s been outside waiting for her for a good 40 minutes. Jisoo jumps out of bed which never happens—rushing over to Jennie, who is sound asleep under all of her blankets with Kuma guarding her feet. She doesn’t bother to entertain the dog; she just pulls sheets to her leaving the girl bare and shivering. Jennie opens her eyes to reality, none of it is a dream— “Oppa—is outside waiting for you—you’ve got your meeting with—”
“Okay—I am up. I will be down in 5 minutes.” She says emotionless, Jisoo doesn’t bother to say anything else but hugs Jennie before leaving the room. It was a deep and strong hug, a hug that Jennie needed because tears begin to form in her ducts as the older girl walk out of her room. “She’s on her way. “Jisoo responds over the phone waltzing out to the living room. Hoping to disassociate while she waits to give Jennie another goodbye hug.
“Oppa—do you know how dispatch found out?” Jisoo says barely a whisper not wanting to worsen Jennie’s anxiety by talking about her.
“Someone sold them a story—someone on our team—Making this much worse. This is a violation of privacy, and everyone is under investigation.” He explains, Jisoo is left speechless wishing she’d know how this could’ve possibly happened.
“—And this morning pictures are surfacing with the two them— “
“Nini— “Jisoo whispers, “—Listen the other oppa’s and I we’re talking and it’s not going to be easy. YG is extremely unhappy about the whole thing—she’s going to need as much support that she can. I know we dropped Lisa off at her apartment, but I think its best you guys stay under one roof until the next leg of the tour.” He explains carefully, Jisoo puts her phone down when she sees Jennie come out from the hallway towards their shoes.
“Nini—I love you. We’ll be here when you get back.” Jisoo pulls her into another hug this time squeezing a little and holding on a little longer. Jennie relaxers under her touch—easing her anxiety at her unnies hug.
Jennie pulls away, pulling the scarf up to her nose. She fixes the hat to let it hang as low as possible. So, there is no possibility of having her face be exposed.
[Jichu 🐰 ]
SOS, we need you to come back to the dorm ASAP.
***
Lisa woke up around 11 which is later than normal. She’s surprised to not have been woken up earlier by some aggressive paws. But she’s thankful nonetheless to have gained a few more hours than she expected. She got about 30 seconds of silence before her phone started ringing and the chorus of meows started.
She released an exasperated sigh sitting up. Her phone vibrates again, she quickly grabs it immediately turning on Do Not Disturb. The messages were mostly from Jisoo, she never texts the younger girl this much.
[Jichu 🐰 ]
I know you’re probably asleep but this is an all-hands-on deck situation.
[Jichu 🐰 ]
LISA! Seriously where are you?
[Jichu 🐰 ]
We could use your overly positive personality in like the next 30 minutes!
13 Missed Calls from Jichu 🐰
7 Missed Calls from Rosie 💩🐿 ️
Based on the overflowing notifications from her group members, one can only assume that Jennie’s conversation is not going well.
Jennie’s been around that man for most of her teenage years. And she’s gotten use to holding a conversation with him. But having to see him and be lectured about her relationship is not something she is prepared for. Despite knowing that something so normal, something so human is somehow so wrong. When in reality there is nothing to be lectured for.
She gets to the office, and they have to get a barricade placed around the building for the press. They were all screaming at her, she can’t even be bothered to understand or pay attention to what they’re saying to her. Her bodyguard and manager guide her into the building but as soon as she gets to the elevator, she’s the only that gets on.
“Fuck.” She sighs, usually they’ll be able to join her for her meeting but not now. She walks up to the office; the secretary greets her quickly and leads her back to his office.
“Jennie—please sit.” he’s staring out the window in his office. Almost to say that he’s asserting power over her, she sighs sitting down in front of his desk. Painfully she waits for him to talk but he hasn’t. He’s caught up in the view and collecting his thoughts. He finally turns around and Jennie spends the next minute trying to read his face.
“How long have you been together?” He states making his way to his desk, making eye contact with Jennie. For the first time in 4 years, she feels like that small trainee all over again. Who needs to just sit there and listen to him pick her apart.
“2 months.” Jennie responds knowing how he hates long winded answers, he tilts head back and forth. As if he’s bouncing his thoughts back and forth, he clears his throat “Well—do you think you can handle this?” He wonders.
Jennie is unsure of what to say, it feels unfair to have a response because this is a relationship after all. “I don’t think I can answer that without talking to Kai— “
“He’s already come to a decision—we’re waiting for you to decide, and we’ve already got two stories ready depending on how you decide.” Jennie could barely hear the rest of what he says because she’s gutted to hear that he’s come to a decision. Did he even bother to think about her?
“Oh—I uhm—can I— “
“I will say this. Your career should be your priority because he was thinking of his own career from what his team has told us—” he stops shaking his head trying to act disappointed. “—It’s a tough industry Jennie—and the only people looking out for you is us and the girls. Think about the girls…” he pauses and for a moment she’s left speechless.
She’s spent years watching friends of hers be side lined after flirting during their trainee years. She’s spent years avoiding any kind of interaction with the opposite sex and is it any different now? She’s being made to choose between herself and who makes her happy. “Okay—then we’re done.” Jennie sighs, once again she lets all the emotions in her body drain into a bottle.
“I’m sorry Jennie—but this is for the best.” He says emotionless trying his best to act pitiful. “Can I go?” Jennie croaks trying hold her breath and prevent the tears from flowing.
“Yes—again I’m sorry.” He says one more time, she excuses herself from the room. This time she fixes her get up to ensure no one, in the building, outside, her managers she means no one can see her heart breaking.
The ride back to the dorm is quiet she barely spoke a word to the managers or the driver. When she gets back, she’s sees the girls tangled on the couch. It’s clear they’ve been waiting for her; they say nothing instead they stand up and pull her into a hug.
For the first time in 24 hours, she can finally let it all out. The tears flow quickly and concentrated followed by a symphony sobs. The girls tighten their hug as she heaves as her breath becomes laboured. The girls can feel her pain, with every shudder, tear, and heaving of her breath.
Ever since their second year as a band it’s become them, if one of them cries then the rest follows. Except this time everyone but Lisa is in tears, she’s angry. She hates seeing Jennie in pain like this and it’s rare to see the older girl sobbing like this. Jennie’s never audibly sobbed this loudly and this long, Lisa doesn’t need to hear what the boy or management has to say she is angry. Lisa can’t help but place her hand on the older girl’s hair rubbing it slowly while Jisoo rubs her back trying to ease her breathing. After what feels like years of being in the group hug Jennie pulls away. The girls decide to follow the brunette’s lead, Rosé heads over to the table to grab a box of tissue while the other two continue to rub Jennie comforting her. Hoping that their member finally catches her breath, Jisoo looks down to meet Jennie’s eyes.
“Are you okay? Have you talked to Kai?” Jisoo questions but it only results in Jennie to burst into more tears but this time her sobs are silent. Lisa smacks her glaring at the older girl, Jisoo apologizes “I’m sorry—it’s okay you don’t have to talk about it—we can stay in here until tomorrow. Oppa cleared your schedule for the rest of the day.” Jisoo informs the young member. She’s relieved to know that she won’t have to save face until tomorrow.
“I just want to be in bed. If that’s okay.” Jennie requests and her bandmates nod their head sadly knowing that they wish they could be there for her. But she’s not the type to really let others see her suffer. It kills her bandmates that they can’t be there for her not in the way that they’d like too at least. Jisoo points her head towards Jennies room at Lisa indicating her to help Jennie get to her room. Lisa nods, placing herself in front of Jennie, “Piggyback c’mon.” Lisa says bending down for the older girl, Jennie shakes her head, “I’ll squat in front of you all day until you decide to get on. So, if you wanna get some—”
“Alright.” Jennie sighs, jumping on Lisa’s back the taller girl makes her way to her unnie’s room and closes the door. She softly places Jennie on her bed, she turns around to face the older girl who’s disassociating. Making her laugh, how can someone be so cute at such a vulnerable state. “What?” Jennie asks pouting at the taller girl, “Nothing—” Lisa tries to stifle her laughter bending down to her level taking off her hat and scarf. From there she moves to her coat, Lisa hangs it up in the closet and Jennie has yet to move.
Her mind is elsewhere, no part of her wants to even participate in being in the moment right now. She wants to talk to Kai but from what she heard is there even a point in doing so? Was she the one that broke them up is there a possibility that management would lie to her? There are so many questions running through her brain and yet she can’t find the courage to ask him. What if it is true? He decided not to try and simply walk away from what could’ve been. It’s clear what her choice would’ve been but maybe it’s her fault for falling so easily.
“Unnie?” Lisa questions pulling her attention of the younger girl that’s on her knees waiting for a response, the younger girl smiles. “Do you need anything else? Maybe some water—a snack—tissues?” Lisa questions one more time and Jennie shakes her head pulling herself in bed and getting under the covers. Lisa sighs getting up and walks towards the doors to turn off the light, but before she leaves, she looks back at her on the bed to see the covers moving in the rhythm of sobs.
She doesn’t want to push the older girl, so she decides to simply walk out of her room. Jisoo and Rosé are in the corner of the hallway waiting for their maknae, Lisa shakes her head. Rosé and Jisoo bow their heads in defeat, “I want to know what happened—but I also know she’ll let us know when she’s ready.” Jisoo comments, Chaeyoung exhales planting her head on Jisoo’s shoulder. “I don’t like seeing her like that unnie, she doesn’t deserve this.”
Lisa plants a kiss on both of her band mate’s forehead before she heads to the kitchen to grab a water for Jennie. They both smile at the sweetness of their friend. Jisoo guides her younger member back to the living room. “I want what they have.” Rosé jokes, Jisoo chuckles watching Lisa run across the living room and dropped the water off for Jennie.
“That kind of love is very rare maknae. Let them have it.” Jisoo continues the joke. When Lisa opened the door, she sees a sound asleep Jennie, she tiptoes to her side table placing the bottles before she exits. Lisa comes out the room and heads to her room to grab a few things. Before all of this she had schedule a dance rehearsal with one of her favourite choreographers. Which meant she began to head out leaving the other two confused.
“Lili where are you going?” Rosé questions to arching her eyebrows at Lisa who’s a little preoccupied at lacing her boots. Lisa stops lacing her shoes and looks up at the two girls staring at her from the couch. “I have rehearsals with Chesir. Then I’ll feed the cats and come back, don’t worry. I’ll be here for unnie.” She says casually, trying to hold back the anger that could peek out with her delivery. But surprisingly it conveys normally, they simply nod knowing how normal it is for Lisa to dedicate much of her time dancing.
But Jisoo can’t shake the thought What the hell happened in Thailand? “When you get back—there’s something I want to ask about a specific move in one of our songs I keep accidentally hitting Rosé” Jisoo questions which Lisa finds odd but shrugs it off while Rosé shoots her unnie a confused look. Jisoo pops their eyes out letting her know to go with it. Jisoo smirks at her calculative move clearly the maknae has no idea what’s about to come. She’ll be talking to Rose about what she overheard and what’s she’s observed.
They watch as Lisa leaves the dorm, Jisoo patiently waits until she hears the door lock. When it does, Jisoo jumps up from the couch dragging her to her own room. Rosé protested the whole way practically dragging her feet and a multitude of ‘What—oh my god? What’s happening? Why are you doing this’ all collectively a whisper not wanting to wake up Jennie. But being dragged for the next 2 minutes is not her favourite activity. “What the hell is going on? Jisoo throws her on the bed and at this point she is practically speechless.
“What do you know?” Jisoo quizzes but Rosé quite frankly knows nothing. “What are you talking about?” she answers completely clueless and Jisoo squints her eyes and she believes her poor band member. “I heard something…and I hate being the only one that heard it. I wanna know if you notice something— “Jisoo is interrupted with Rosé hitting her forearm.
“What did you hear?” is all she can gather up to say, she’s noticed a change in Jisoo’s stance. “Oh, shit and it’s good too.” Rosé smirks, Jisoo gets up from her bed and opens the door to ensure that there is no one in the common room just in case Lisa had forgotten something. After she finishes peaking, she quickly closes her door locking it—running towards Rosé.
“Something happened in Thailand between…Lisa and Jennie. It happened before we got there from what I heard” Jisoo simplifies and Rosé eyes glow like a flood light. As if Jisoo is in her head reading her thoughts while a moment of relief also comes over her. It’s comforting to know that it’s not only her that notices how distant they have been with one another in private. “What do you mean something happened between Lisa and Jennie?” Rose questions, she noticed a change in behaviour she had just assumed that they’d gotten into a fight because that is completely normal between the girls.
Knowing that if there’s a moment in which she’d fight with Lisa they were a little distant with one another. “No this is different…I don’t know how—but it is. After knowing what I know—their interactions are awkward when we’re off camera especially Lisa. Then on stage it’s a little too attentive for what I am used to.” Rosé is confused, what is she supposed to say, but also what is Jisoo getting at. “What do you mean different?” Rosé questions she only saw the distance between the two behind closed doors. Maybe she’s been a little too occupied with herself to notice while they ‘re on stage. Because honestly on stage they are doing a lot of flirting with each other, entertaining the crowd, dancing, singing and actually performing.
“What do you know?” Rosé sings quirking her eyebrows up and down. “I don’t know what to make it of it. All I heard was Lisa telling Jennie that she didn’t want to let whatever it is affect their relationship and that she just needs space. That somehow after she gets this space, they will back to how they were? Whatever that means.” Jisoo scratches her head unsure of what to say but Rosé is quick to make a conclusion/assumption.
“Oh. That could mean anything— “
“I had the same thought—but—-Lisa’s distant right—and she only does that when she gets hurt big time. And clearly its Jennie who hurt her and it never takes this long—it’s never this—it’s never I need you to give me space. She’s always hanging around me—I don’t mind but—usually— “
“She’s around Jennie. I agree. But lately it’s been you or me—” Rosé adds, they sit in silence, comforted by the fact that both have noticed a shift in their group dynamic. “Wait a week before we flew down to meet them for the concert in Thailand the group chat was really quiet usually, we’d get daily updates and photos from both of them—”
“You’re right even if they weren’t together, we always got photos and updates.” Jisoo interrupts, bringing her phone out to see what the last message was. “They had dinner with their families together nothing bad could’ve happened then.” Jisoo continues, they are stumped. They hate living in oblivion usually whatever it is they fought about would’ve been brought up by the other girls.
“Well, I’ll find out later when I ask her about it” Jisoo shrugs, and Chaeyoung finally understands why she’s been pawned by Jisoo earlier. “What are you going to say?” the younger girl asks, Jisoo simply shrugs, “I’m just going to get straight to the point. I hate beating around the bush.”
Lisa took a little longer than she had planned because she couldn’t land any of the choreography. They had to stop multiple times because Cheshir could tell that Lisa’s head is not in it. In truth its more than just that. There was an incident a while ago and she’s got a thick skin for most things. But it just felt like one thing over the other before she left for Thailand, they had attended the Golden Disc Award show and prior to that her appearance and her ethnicity was the talk of the town. She’d never known that the way she looked was such a controversy, she knows it shouldn’t get to her. She loves being Thai, but having so many people tell you that you can do all these things by adopting Korean culture—you’ll still never be Korean enough—you’ll never be as beautiful as them Jennie, Jisoo, or Rosé. Lisa can be one of the most confident people in the whole world it won’t matter because at the end of the day there will be moments where she’ll look at herself in the wrong angle and she’ll see what they hate about her—and agree. There have been moments that she doesn’t even think her other members have even paid attention too. Like one during a radio interview, she’d been sat next to Jennie and she’s right by the window where the paparazzi were, and they were just screaming the most awful things. All because they wanted to see Jennie, they wanted to take pictures of Jennie. Thankfully after that award show she went home to Thailand and was around people that remind her how much she is loved and appreciated. She knows that this is all part of the job but we’re all human we’re all fragile. But then that stuff with Jennie happened and it felt like she’s getting kicked while she’s down and it seems to be continuous this month.
But she refused to stop working because this is all she can focus her energy one that won’t ruin her image, career, or her relationships. Which led to her being at the studio dancing for 9 hours straight the last time she looked at her phone was when she got there. And it’s 9:30 now, after the music ends, she collapses on the ground catching her breath worrying Cheshir. “Are you okay?” she runs over to Lisa.
Lisa puts her arms over her eyes trying to hold the tears in all she can do is nod her head. “When was the last time you ate?” She questions petting the younger girl’s hair, “I haven’t—” Lisa puts her arms down by her side looking up at her friend. “Why don’t we grab something to eat—and you can tell me what’s going on?” she helps the younger girl up and they prep to head out for a meal. She knows that she’d promised that she’d be back, and she will but it’s starting to look like that she’ll be home a little later in the night.
Chapter 4: lovely to be
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12:04 AM
Lisa thanked Cheshir for the ride home and started to make her way back up to their dorm. She knows that it’s a little later that she had promised, and everybody has a very busy schedule tomorrow, so her bandmates are probably asleep. But when she enters the dorm, she’s surprised to hear someone in the kitchen. She takes her coat and shoes off before she heads into the kitchen to see who she’s about to greet, its Jisoo. “Unnie—hi—I’m sorry I’m home so late—is Jennie alright? How is she doing?” Jisoo peaks her head out from the cabinet smiling at Lisa mentioning Jennie.
Jisoo closes the door grabbing nothing in particular, “She’s okay she came out to eat a couple of hours ago and went back to bed.” Jisoo sighs, Lisa nods, usually when Jennie is like this it takes more than just being around her friends to cheer her up. Sometimes it’s time and her mom to help her process her sadness, “Did she tell you what happened?” Lisa questions bending down on the counter looking across at Jisoo.
“From what she said YG gave her a choice to either try and make their relationship work or break up and know that everything will be okay with her and us. But the way that YG made it sound like was that Kai had chosen his career and she felt like she need to simply look out for herself too.” Jisoo sighs knowing how manipulative the company can be towards them. Especially because they know how much the girls have worked hard on this and wouldn’t want to jeopardize losing this. Lisa’s anger continues to brew, “Okay—has anyone called her mom? I know that would make her feel better—a dinner or something?” Lisa inquires and Jisoo honestly hadn’t thought about it, “That’s not a bad idea at all. I’ll mention it to Oppa tomorrow maybe we can have dinner with her mom before we leave for the Philippines.” Jisoo adds, Lisa smiles knowing how much it’ll mean to Jennie.
“What did you want me to show you? I figured I’d get sweaty again before I take a shower—”
“Why haven’t you been telling anyone especially me about what some netizens and paps have been calling you? Specifically, how they’ve been shouting at you—” Lisa sighs not wanting to open this can of worms. She decides to walk away from the conversation hoping that unnie will understand but Jisoo refuses. Lisa hasn’t been active in social media for a whole month which is odd for the younger girl. More importantly every interview in Korea since then she’s been quiet. Jisoo hates that this is how they are treating her because they are supposed to be their biggest supporters and yet here, they are breaking down one of their members. “Lisa-yah” Jisoo walks after her not wanting to shout and wake up the rest of the household.
The maknae doesn’t bother to turn around and continues to her room to grab her things for the shower. “It’s fine—unnie everybody’s allowed to have their own opinion I can’t be mad at that.” Lisa’s explains as she walks around her room gathering her things distracting herself from this conversation. Jisoo shakes her head, “What they are saying about you is unfair—Oppa told me about what they were yelling at you during radio interviews when they wanted to see Jennie. That is uncalled for—you don’t have to go through this alone Lisa-yah. We’re here for you.” Jisoo stops her from walking around the room and face her, Lisa looks up finally making eye contact with the older girl with tears in her eyes.
“Lisa-yah.” Jisoo sighs pulling the maknae into her arms, Lisa is one of the stronger ones between Jennie and Rosé. Always backing up Jisoo in moments where the other two girls are left in tears, they’re always the one comforting everybody else and sometimes they forget that they need comfort too. Lisa bends down resting her head on the older girls’ shoulder, silently letting the younger girl let out all her frustrations. Everything from the hate, Jennie’s heartache and Thailand is all coming out practically heaving at everything that she’s been holding on to.
“Why didn’t you tell us?” the older girl questions rubbing Lisa’s head trying her best to comfort her. There were a million reasons why she didn’t want to tell them, she didn’t want to worry them. There’s a big part of her that knows that if they got involve God knows the narrative the netizens and the media would’ve created. It all probably would’ve been a web of lies about how she made it up so that she’s not the only one who can get this much hate. “I didn’t want to worry you guys and I didn’t want to involve you guys because I know they’d blame me if you guys got hate. And you guys don’t deserve that.” Lisa sobs quietly trying her best to not be any louder afraid to wake up her bandmates.
“You don’t deserve it either—we are a band. If they love you, they love us—and if they hate you and they hate us. Do you understand—you are beautiful and amazing and I’m sorry that the same people that love us are hurting you and hating you. I’m really sorry.” Jisoo comforts holding onto her own tears as her shoulder grows damp. They stay there for a couple of minutes until Lisa finally pulls away wiping away her tears laughing at the big wet stain on the short girl’s shirt.
“We’re always going to be here for you— “Jisoo pauses wanting to bring up her and Jennie. She just has to know that everything about the band is going to be okay.
“—and I know there’s something going on with you and Jennie…” Jisoo words hang around the air. Lisa tenses up at the mention of her and Jennie. She knew that her band members would notice but she didn’t think it’d be brought up. Jisoo watches the younger girl say nothing,”—I know you guys will get through it but if there’s anything I can do for you—either of you. I will—I just hate seeing you guys like this.” Jisoo comments. Lisa pulls away further smiling at her, “I just need time—and we’ll be okay. This is something we have to let it ride out—we’ll be okay Unnie—I’ll be okay.”
“I just—What happened? It’s never taken you this long to make up.” Jisoo questions one last time hoping that the maknae finally tells her the truth. But Lisa doesn’t want to talk about it anymore. She barely wants to think about it, because talking about it means having to process that feeling of rejection all over again. She only got to live in pure bliss for those seconds where their lips touched.
That alone brings tears to her eyes, “I—when I’m ready—please unnie I just need time. This is something only I can do for myself.” Lisa says smiling at the older girl before excusing herself to take a shower. Jisoo reads the room and simply walks out. What could’ve been this bad for her to be this heartbroken. ‘What did Jennie do?’
Around 7am both Lisa and Jennies alarm went off they had a photoshoot for their upcoming new song. The other girls will come a little later to do their bit. It isn’t a particularly awkward morning, but it isn’t exactly a normal morning either. Both girls greet one another with good mornings as they are eating breakfast waiting for the car and their manager. Lisa decided after grabbing her breakfast to return to her room to ensure she’s got everything she needs for the day. After shooting with Jennie, she’s got a shoot with Dazed magazines. “Hey—oppa’s here with the car.” Jennie comes knocking on the side of her door. Lisa turns around smiling, following the older girl.
They quietly make their way to the van and greet the staff as they get in. Lisa makes way for Jennie letting her on first. Lisa follows and sees an empty seat in the middle back. Oppa shoots Jennie a look but shrugs. Lisa puts her headphones in for the ride hoping to grab more shuteye.
Jennie opens her phone for the first time in 48 hours to see a multitude of notifications. But only one name catches her eyes, Kai. But it wasn’t just a singular text it’s a multitude of text messages and phone calls and a few voicemails. But she knows deep down this is the last thing she needs. Doesn’t make it any easier to delete but she knows she has to. It’s only been 48 hours and that’s been enough time to let this man go. He’s not worth her tears and frankly it was only 8 months of her life. She’ll always get that back, besides this has given her something to learn. Jennie now knows more about what she seeks from a relationship.
Jennie knows it’ll probably a while until she gets into another one. But she knows she wants somebody to be invested in her as she’s invested in them. The thoughts of having someone personally invested in her and only one person comes to mind immediately, Lisa. But that can’t be how this starts, her feelings for Lisa are way too complex to simplify it as someone willing to invest their time on her. Because she can say that about the rest of her bandmates, Jennie is aware the amount of courage it took for Lisa to do something like that.
It’s just that Jennie is still working on processing it. And when she finally got a moment to think and process all that has happened shit hit the fan. Is there a possibility that she could have her feelings shift, who knows. That’s a part of her that she hasn’t really had to think about. There have been moments where she finds someone of the same” gender” attractive sure. It never got to the point where she’s wanted to ask them out. She’s sure it’s probably no different from asking a boy out but it seems like something she really has to think about.
And the one person who she can talk about it with doesn’t want to talk to her. Because if she was really being honest with herself that kiss made her confused. It was a good kiss, her lips were soft, her hands on her cheeks felt right. And the way their lips sat on top of one another felt a little too—
“Jennie?” Lisa softly taps her shoulder pulling her train of thought to stop. She puts her attention back into where she is to see the door open. “Oh.” She smiles stepping out of the van quickly walking into the building. Lisa following behind her, they are greeted by the crew. They happily follow them to their green room where they’ve got make-up artists ready for them.
One guides Lisa to her own chair and another guides Jennie to hers. Lisa’s still in her own world with her headphones in. It hurts Jennie to see them like this, but she wants to respect her. She looks over at the younger girl who is emerged on her phone typing away. Jennie can’t help but feel curious, ‘Has she told other people about their kiss?’ ‘Does that mean she can mention it to other people?’ Lisa has been attached to her phone since Thailand.
She peaks over quickly to see ไดอาน่า🫶🏼🐨. It’s in Thai but she knows what emojis Lisa uses for her parents leaving it to be someone else. But there are a few people she texts from back home; the most frequent person is Diana. ‘Does Diana know?’ Lisa feels the older girls’ eyes lurking and she quickly turns to Jennie.
Her reaction is much slow leading to them making eye contact. All she can do is smile at Lisa no point in pretending like she wasn’t looking at Lisa or her phone. “Everything okay unnie?” Lisa questions tilting her head at Jennie.
Jennie smiles to see Lisa initiating a conversation with her. Jennie’s about to open her mouth and ask how she is but the wardrobe came up to her. Letting her know that there are a few things that she wanted to discuss with her. The brunette closes her mouth at the loss of opportunity and watches the younger girl walk away. Lisa is the first one to get her shoots done in a few looks that they were thinking for her in the music video for Kill This Love. They’re all amazing in Lisa’s opinion all great combinations of feminine and masculine side of Lisa, despite preferring a more masculine fashion choice. Before she got to the shoot itself, she kindly requests the staff to play some music and she happily provided them with her phone. Something to make feel better and good about herself because she hasn’t been feeling good about her body or herself. When she comes out, she’s happy to hear them playing her music, she feels herself bopping around as she makes her way to the backdrop. Before she gets there, she introduces herself to everyone in the room, which is different from what they are used to.
Once that’s done, she makes her way to the backdrop, she begins to let the music bring out her alter ego. The one who is confident, who knows they can get anyone, who flirts with anyone and the one who constantly feels sexy and handsome all at the same time. “Yes, I love it— “the photographer starts to compliment Lisa as she poses for the camera. “I love it—so sexy! Put your hand up—” the photographer instructs but Jennie’s completely distracted by Lisa who is looking a little sexier as she enters the room waiting for her turn. A feeling in her stomach grows which is entirely new she’s never felt like this before and the only way she can describe it like the downfall of a rollercoaster.
“Jennie—do you mind if we fix your hair a bit before you get on?” the hairdresser questions Jennie isn’t able to form words all she can do is nod. Her attention is preoccupied by Lisa who is rocking the whole photoshoot. Lisa’s preoccupied in the moment, but she can see in her peripheral how Jennie hasn’t stopped looking at her. Even to the point of how she notices Jennie biting her lip as Lisa poses, maybe it’s her peripherals teasing her, but she thinks she even saw that Jennie licking her lips. But she refuses to let that distract her because she simply could be seeing things, she’s supposed to be moving on from Jennie not feeding her delusions.
“Great—thank you Lisa—Jennie why don’t you come up next while Lisa gets into her next look.” The photographer asks, Lisa smiles bowing her head to the crew excusing herself. Lisa follows wardrobe secretly thanking buddha for timing. Before Lisa walks off Jennie catches her arm, “You looked really good up there” Jennie simply says quickly walking off to the centre of the backdrop. Lisa walks off trying to act like it didn’t affect her and for some odd reason that really bothered Jennie. Usually, she’d get a flirty comment but instead she received nothing but a smile leaving her confused.
Lisa returns to wardrobe text panicking Diana, after kissing Jennie—Lisa had plans to head to the beach with Diana, but the younger woman cancelled. Which is normal but usually she received a reason all she got from Lisa was a sad face, leading for her to drive over to her friends’ house and get a straight answer. So, Diana is aware of everything, does she want to have a stern conversation with Jennie sure but that’s just her friendly duty.
[Diana🫶🐨]
She just told me that I looked good?! What the hell am I supposed to do with that?
[Diana🫶🐨]
OMFG put her on the phone. Let me talk to this girl—she can’t be playing both sides—she either respects your space or she tells you she likes you and stops fucking around.
[Diana🫶🐨]
You know I don’t want that either…I can barely handle what’s happening right now—what I need is to not be a dumbass and turn back time from when I told her. Or move on with someone else.
[Diana🫶🐨]
Someone else? Who else are you kissing?
[Diana🫶🐨]
No one else! I don’t know what I want okay!
Lisa puts her phone down returning her attention back to her photoshoot, she loves Diana but sometimes she goes a little too far. She returns her phone back to the staff she’d given it to for music. After 20 minutes she returns to the photoshoot to see Jennie giving her signature look at the camera. Lisa is far too familiar with this look; this is the same look that gets her to do anything—that’ll get any boys number—that makes her weak in the knees. This look runs deep into Lisa’s eyes and makes it all the way down to her body to the point where she thinks she might even drool.
Lisa looks shakes her head at thought of Jennie’s eyes, she tries her best to disregard the look on her face. Turning around to her phone and speaker lining up new songs to distract her while simultaneously focusing her attention on being bringing her alter ego back. Knowing that if she dares look up, she’ll catch a glimpse of the older girl which will ultimately turn her into a pool. Lisa doesn’t need that right now, what she needs to do is focus, feel sexy and know that deep down her romantic interests don’t end with Jennie Kim.
Around one the other band members made their way to the studio for their portion of the photoshoot as Jennie and Lisa finish up. Chaeyoung is the first one to make their way into the studio, she drops her stuff off at the green room before running towards the photoshoot. “Lisa-yah! You look soo hot!” she shouts as soon as she enters the room, Lisa’s cheeks turn bright red making her break. The photographer stops, giving Rosé an opportunity to run over to the maknae. Checking out her outfit grazing her hands from Lisa shoulders all the way down to her hips. Jennie watches the whole interaction on the side and an itchy feeling grows, she doesn’t know what it means but it’s irritating her. Lisa bites her bottom lip, winking at the blonde making Rosé giggle—Jennie watches them indulge in conversation she can’t help as the irritation grows.
Her eyebrows furrowing at their interaction, Rosé is obviously flirting, and Lisa is flirting right back. Jennie questions if they’ve always been this flirtatious with one another. She’s about to get up from her seat to interrupt but Jisoo steps in front of her, “Jendukie you look great! Has it been a tough shoot?” Jennie adjusts her attention back to the older girl trying to ignore the chuckles and flirty interactions between the younger members. “Yeah, it’s been pretty easy and I uhmm—” Jennie tries to collect her thoughts but can’t pull her attention away from the youngest members who are practically on top of one another at this point. Jisoo follows Jennie’s eyeline to see Lisa and Rosé laughing at one another. Jisoo is confused at why her attention is focused on Rosé and Lisa, more importantly—Lisa. Jisoo moves over to cover the youngest members, “Everything okay?” the oldest questions, Jennie returns her attention back to her.
“Yeah, sorry I just have this headache but I’m alright—" Jennie makes up an excuse peeking through Jisoo. Lisa earns a round of applause from the staff—exiting as Rosé follows. Jennie doesn’t even notice that Jisoo was in the middle of talking about something when she says, “What’s going on between those two?” Jennie questions. Jisoo follows her eyes, “Those two?” unnie chuckles to see if Jennie is being serious, Jisoo points at the direction of their youngest members then looks back at Jennie. Who nods “Nothing—” Jisoo laughs, “Why—you know its normal sometimes they’re just really clingy with one another—I know that Lisa is usually—”
“Forget I said anything.” Jennie says walking up to the backdrop, releasing the conversation. Jisoo finds the whole exchange odd but decides to drop it just as she quickly has. Jisoo follows the younger members into Lisa’s dressing rooms, there Rosé is sitting between Lisa’s legs, “What’s up with Jennie?” Jisoo questions, they both exchange looks—what that even means.
“What do you mean?” Lisa shrugs, as she watches Rosé untie the shoes that they’ve given her wiggling her legs every now and again teasing her bandmate. “I don’t know maybe I’m seeing things—was she okay this morning?” Jisoo continues to question, knowing that if there is something wrong, she’d like to talk to her about it. Or at least offer her an ear, Lisa shrugs again, “Nope—everything was fine—I would ask Oppa though because I was half-asleep on the way here.” Lisa smiles, getting a little distracted with Rose trying to help her but she’s not making it entirely easy. “Weird okay—Chaengya—lets go to make up” Jisoo pulls Rosé from between Lisa legs and out of her room. Lisa shoots them both a heart as they walk out of her the room, she hears a knock on the door. She runs over to open it, thankfully she hasn’t started changing yet one of the staff members delivering her phone. Lisa thanks the staff member and locks the door and begins to change.
When she’s all done and finish, she makes her way to her bandmates who are currently getting ready. Jennie can’t shake the feeling from earlier, why does it bother her so much that Lisa’s attention is currently all over Rosé. “Jennie—what’s going on? I wanted a sexy scowl not an angry girlfriend scowl.” The photographer jokes—Jennie breaks her scowl on her face and puts her game face back on. Usually, she never minds when Lisa shifts her attention from another band mate because sometimes it can be a lot to have all of Lisa’s attention. But why is it different now, in times like this she’ll just hang out with Jisoo some more or a few people outside of the band. It’s annoying her right now that she can hear Lisa and Rosé in the other room laughing. Moments later she sees Lisa wave goodbye to her, Lisa doesn’t owe the older girl an explanation, but she can’t help but be curious about where the maknae next engagement is.
“Alright thank you so much Jennie” the photographer smiles at her she bows her head at the staff thanking them as she excuses herself. Rosé makes her way towards the shoot running into Jennie, “Nini! You look soo good.” The younger girl coos at brunette pulling her into a hug, she hugs her back knowing that it’s not Rosé fault that she feels like this. She tries her best to shake of the annoying feeling nagging at her. “You’re rocking this look Chaengya!” Jennie squeezes the younger girl, Rosé cheeks turn red again, “Stop it—anyways if I don’t get to say goodbye, I’ll see you at home later!” Rosé runs away to the backdrop where she is needed. Jennie smiles at the blonde before she makes her way to change back into her clothes.
“Jendeukie!” she hears Jisoo shout for her in the other room catching her attention, she takes a few steps back to see Jisoo getting her make up done. “Unnie.” She smiles greeting the older girl, Jisoo grabs Jennie arms rubbing circles on her hand. “How are you feeling today? Have you eaten today?” she’s not labelled the mother for no reason, she’s very attentive about her members. Jennie smiles at her sweetness, “I am—I just am—and I ate this morning with Lisa, but I’ll probably get lunch before I head to rehearsals for a few performances I have later in the year.” Jennie explains bending down to Jisoo’s level. Jisoo pets the younger girls head as the makeup artist continues to work on her eyes, “I think that’s a great idea—did you see if Lisa ate lunch? I know sometimes she forgets sometimes she’ll just keep going throughout the day.” Jisoo casually says trying to keep the topic of Lisa on deck, Jennie looks back on it thinking on whether she saw the maknae eat anything. “I don’t think so but I’m sure she’ll grab something.” Jennie shrugs trying not to tense up at Lisa’s name knowing how she was acting earlier.
“Yeah, I’m sure you’re right—speaking of Lisa—I wanted to ask you something?” Jisoo questions waiting for a body response from Jennie and there is—her whole body tensed up. ‘Is there a possibility that Lisa would’ve told Jisoo?’ “Sure, unnie what’s going on?” she tries to sound as normal as possible. “Did something happen between the two of you? You’re clearly in a fight, and you both have been acting weird since Thailand?—Did something happened in Thailand?
Chapter 5: sitting here with you
Chapter Text
“Did something happen in Thailand?” Jennie’s too stunned to speak, feeling trapped under Jisoo. If she doesn’t answer that’s basically answering, but she does answer she has to tell her about the kiss. The same kiss that as of today, has been continuously replaying in her head. All because of Lisa’s perfume, the smell lingering everywhere she goes. Flowing up through her nose bringing her back on that kiss. And it doesn’t help that she’s been around the younger girls scent all day, she can’t even begin to describe what it’s doing to her right now. All Jennie can think about when she’s around Lisa is how well their lips fit together, how softly Lisa kissed her which is an entirely different from what she’s known before.
“Jennie?” the older woman softly pats Jennie’s head taking Jennie out of her head, she looks up at the older woman and the make-up artist remembering they’re not alone. “Can you give us the room please?” Jennie requests at the make-up artist, standing up. He nods exiting the room, Jisoo is nervous every time Jennie’s ask for the room. The news she provides always seems to be shocking under these circumstances. She sighs—slightly regretting asking what happened in Thailand—if anything she should’ve just left herself live in oblivion. “Oh fuck.” Jennie sighs—where does she even begin— “You have to promise me that if Lisa mentions this to you—you have to act like I never told you.” Jennie begins, now Jisoo really is confused what’s that supposed to mean but she reluctantly nods.
“Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.” Jennie walks away from Jisoo and starts to pace the room; Jisoo turns to face her concern. Jennie takes one big breath, “WHEN-OUR-FAMILIES-WERE-HAVING-DINNER-LISA-AND-I-DECIDE-TO-WATCH-THE-SUN-SET-BEFORE-MY-MOTHER-AND-I-RETURNED-TO-OUR-HOTEL-I-SAW-IT-AS-A-PERFECT-TIME-TO-TELL-HER-ABOUT-KAI-BECAUSE-I-REALLY-WAS-PLANNING-ON-TELLING-ALL-OF-YOU-MUCH-EARLIER-THAN-WHEN-I-DID-BUT-THEN-I-JUST-KEPT-THINKING-ABOUT-WHAT-HAPPENED-WITH-LISA-AND-I-COULDN’T-DO-IT-I-DIDN’T-WANT-TO-KEEP-HURTING-HER-BUT-WHEN-WE-WERE-UP-ON-HER-BALCONY-SHE-WAS-TALKING-ABOUT-SOMEONE-SAYING-HOW-SHE-DIDN’T-LIKE-THE-WAY-SHE-FELT-AROUND-THIS-PERSON-AND-HOW-SHE-COULDN’T-HELP-HERSELF-SO-I-ENCOURAGED-HER-TO-TALK-ABOUT-IT-AND-TELL-ME-AND-THE-NEXT-THING-I-KNOW-SHE-KISSES-ME-AND-ALL-I-COULD-SAY-WAS-THAT-I-WAS-WITH-KAI-AND-WE-HAVENT-SPOKEN-ABOUT-SINCE-HONG-KONG-AND-ALL-SHE-COULD-SAY-TO-ME-WAS-THAT-SHE-NEEDED-SPACE-AND-SHE-DIDN’T-WANT-SUCH-A-SMALL-THING-AFFECT-OUR-RELATIONSHIP-BUT-I-HAVE-SO-MANY-QUESTIONS-I-JUST-WANT-TO-TALK-TO-HER-BUT-I-WANT-TO-RESPECT-HER-WISHES-TOO-BUT-ITS-BEEN-HARD-RECENTLY-BECAUSE-WHAT-AM-I-SUPPOSE-TO--“
“Okay stop!” Jisoo shouts interrupting the younger girl, “All I could catch from that whole thing is Lisa’s name. You…need…to…slow…down…” Jisoo chuckles as she stops Jennie from pacing the room signaling for her to breathe in and out. Jennie follows the older girls’ instructions—taking a deep breath in and letting it out. “When our families were having dinner a week before you guys came—Lisa and I decide to watch the sunset before my mom, and I returned to our hotel. I saw it as a perfect time to tell her about Kai. I really was planning on telling all of you much earlier than when I did. But then I just kept thinking about what happened with Lisa and I—and I couldn’t do it. I didn’t want to keep hurting her—So when we were up on her balcony, she was talking about someone—saying how she didn’t like the way she felt around this person—how she couldn’t help herself basically talking about this overwhelming feeling of love she has for this person. I encouraged her to talk about it and tell me possibly who or what she was feeling. Lisa’s never talks about these kinds of things right—she talks about how she might think someone is cute or—”
“Focus.” Jisoo says shaking her head at the younger girl, Jennie nods “—And the next thing I know—” she pauses at this point Jisoo is trying to understand what Jennie has said so far. “—she kisses me and all I could say was that I was seeing Kai—” Jennie pauses as Jisoo slowly starts to open her mouth in shock. “We haven’t spoken about it since Hong Kong. And when we did all, she could say was that she needed space because she didn’t want such a small thing effects our relationship. But it’s way too late for that now Jisoo unnie—I have so many questions—I just want to talk to her but I want to respect her wishes too but it’s so hard. Especially because who else am I supposed to talk too? —”
Jisoo’s jaw is on the floor now she really wishes she hadn’t pushed for this information because not it’s just sitting in the air. Sometimes ignorance truly is bliss she should’ve believed Lisa when she said she can handle it instead of being so nosy. Now she must sit here with this information and somehow advice Jennie on what to do—when truly even she doesn’t know what to do. What do you say to that—this kind of situation can’t be taken lightly because this is a major change in their group dynamic for sure. “Shit.” Jisoo mutters under her breath. Jennie patiently waits for her to say anything but cat’s got Jisoo’s tongue, “Unnie.” Jennie begs trying to get Jisoo’s attention, “Yeah I’m going to need the rest of the day to process—just—have to process.” Jisoo pushes the younger girl out of her dressing room and leaves the conversation at that. Jennie can’t even blame the older girl this is new territory; they didn’t even think that something like this could be possible.
Not to say that they aren’t for it, nor are they homophobic—they just have been so focused on this dream that romance was always in second to last place. Jisoo can’t even say that Lisa’s behavior finally makes sense because the young girl is as bubbly and as flirty as they come. That isn’t any different—now she really should talk to Lisa but from what came of last night’s conversation it won’t be easy to bring it up again. Maybe if she talks about it with Rosé she can get another person’s opinion—but it seems highly unfair to Lisa to be talking about something that she clearly prefers to stay untouched. “Shit.” Jisoo mutters again.
[Nallalisamang 🐣 ]
I’m sorry about last night. I shouldn’t have forced you talk about something you’re clearly not ready to talk about. I’ll see you tonight, if you want, we can play some games on the switch and just hang out. Don’t forget to eat! I know you didn’t eat before you left, and you’ve got a long day ahead .
[ Nallalisamang 🐣 ]
How’d you know I didn’t eat?
[Nallalisamang 🐣 ]
That’s the most important thing you got from that text? And I got eyes and ears everywhere 🧐
[ Nallalisamang 🐣 ]
Lol…I’ll let you know when I get home but yes I’m eating right now! ❤ ️
Jennie returns to her dressing room to get out of her get up and back into her clothes to head to rehearsals. Maybe she should take a page out of Jisoo’s book and let her process for the day. Is there a possibility of her feelings developing into something romantic. Jennie’s aware that the fans have labelled all their relationships with one another and how some of them see a lot of romance in them. But is that something she sees with her relationship with Lisa—of course she loves her, but can she fall in love with her? “Jennie—are you ready?” her bodyguard from the other side of the door says softly knocking to get her attention. “Yup be out in 20 seconds.” She responds packing everything she took out while she was getting her make up done. Once that’s done, she greets him with a smile walking out of the room. He guides her out of the building after she quickly waves to Rosé.
Looking back at her and Lisa relationship she should’ve really notice that Lisa’s attention towards her was different. The way she looked at her was never quite similar as to how Lisa looks at Rosé or Jisoo. Lisa always lingers when she looks at Jennie, for a moment Jennie catches a glimpse of what Lisa’s eyes were trying to say. It was always more than just friendship and trust. There’s admiration but when Jennie thinks about it, she never registered it as anything more. But for Lisa it was infatuation, love even despite it being unrequited. It made her heart skip a beat seeing Jennie’s name pop up on her phone. Giddy at how she was the first-person Jennie would text in the morning when they were trainees. Maybe that’s how it all started; Lisa’s read about the feeling of love before.
Lisa understands the love that we all crave is what makes us humans, the attention and feeling of being wanted just the way we are. Being loved without any restrictions or qualifications, understanding that those racing heartbeats is part of the most exciting thing about being alive. And Jennie made her feel like that, no one had dared look her way when she first came to Korea. Everyone was too scared to get caught speaking to her because somehow, they all knew that she was supposed to be practicing her Korean. But not Jennie, she didn’t care—Lisa appreciated that and that always held a special place in Lisa’s heart. Her love for the older girl only grew from there—Jennie took her time with Lisa, getting to know one another and really understanding how the other person worked. And when the other members came Lisa didn’t mind because she knew that everything would be alright if Jennie was around.
“Okay—again— “Lisa instructs the shorter girl as she restarts returns to her position, they’ve got a performance tomorrow and Jennie is having trouble with timing and the music. They’ve been in the studio for the past 6 hours trying to perfect every little bit, Jennie’s noticed something about Lisa in these last couple of months—she is a perfectionist. Lisa may not be worried about being sent home, but it’s never made her care any care any less about her craft if anything it fuels her to work harder and be better. When they are not in classes or lessons Lisa is always somewhere getting better, that is one of the reasons why Jennie was so attracted to her personality. She needed people like Lisa to be around because she wanted to know that there are people that are like her. That are here to make sure that their dream is a reality and not just some vision.
“You’re kind of stickler.” Jennie jokes trying to catch her breath, Lisa rolls her eyes smirking. Lisa knows that Jennie is quick to get shortness of breath. So, this much she can understand but she’ll be damned if she doesn’t hold the older girl accountable. They’ve spent way too many nights just comforting each other and practically tough-loving-loving-it-up all night with each other to keep the other going. “You say stickler—I say we’re gonna be the biggest girl group in the whole world.” Lisa winks staring at herself in the mirror analysing every move she’s making following along the choreography. It’s always going to amaze Jennie how quick Lisa picks up choreography it’s like her brain is going a million miles a minute. Taking pictures of how good the dance teacher is executing her moves.
“You’re right—help me up and let’s do this again.” Jennie puts her arm up for Lisa to grab, the taller girl pulls her up aggressively and Jennie lands into her arms. “Lisa!” she shouts landing right into Lisa chest and for a moment Lisa could feel her heart thumping wanting to jump out of her chest. Jennie snakes her arms all the way around Lisa’s waist tightening her grip. “Jennie—I can’t—breath—” Lisa struggles to say, she’s hoping to get rid of this constant thumping in her chest when Jennie’s around. She’s got no idea why this is happening, and it only started happening a couple of days ago. They were rehearsing by the piano Lisa wanted to practice on her voice a little more. Hearing that that’s where most of her feedback comes from. Obviously practicing at the wee hours of the night its bound to lead them to get a little delusional and easily distracted. Jennie started to lean on Lisa shoulder yawning and then Jennie guided Lisa fingers above the keys she’d been playing for way too long.
But while Jennie was guiding her fingers Lisa looked down at a sleepy Jennie. Who had a big smile on her face as she listened to Lisa run her scales. Jennie could feel those familiar eyes on her, she looks up to see Lisa smiling down at her. Then she looks at Lisa lips and Lisa looked down at hers and they slowly start to lean in. But one of Lisa fingers slipped pressing the wrong key. They both shy away from the other and Lisa couldn’t shake the feeling away. And here they are again caught up in each other spaces looking into each other's eyes, but this time Jennie pulls away laughing. Placing herself next to the younger girl. “—Okay 5, 6, 5, 6, 7, and—”
Maybe Jennie was so hyper focused on their career that she never really read into any of her actions. But as she looks back on it now—she wants to hit herself at how she could’ve let so much get passed her. Whenever she guided Lisa anywhere in group settings Lisa always shied away from looking at her in the eyes. And when they would get to where they were going Lisa always wiped her hands on whatever and apologize for how sweaty her hands are. When the other girls would hold her hand it never had the same reaction. Anytime Lisa entered a room she always searched for Jennie before anyone else, always ran to Jennie no matter who else was in the room. Lisa always slowed down when they walked side by side to match Jennie’s pace. If she was cold Lisa always wrapped herself around Jennie or give her coat. When they would go on walks at the Han River, and it was a little too sunny Lisa always blocked out the sun for her.
It breaks her heart to know that there is a possibility that this has been going on for years and Lisa’s done nothing but respect her. The least that Jennie can do is give Lisa the space she asked for. Besides, she doesn’t know how to feel towards Lisa right now and the last thing, she wants to do is give the girl any false hope.
***
Lisa’s once again the last one home and this time its Rosé that greets her at wee hours of the night. Rosé’s known to a be a little bit of an insomniac. And when it hits, she’ll usually be in the living room with her headphones and her piano. Writing God knows what, but Lisa’s always admired that about her friend—because Rosé’s one of the most creative people she’s ever met. Lisa always describes her as renaissance woman. Someone who dabbles in everything and has a way with words. Lisa often wishes she could see how Rosé see’s the world but she’s thankful enough to hear how she sees it. “Lisa-yah” Rosé smiles, putting one headphone back.
Lisa smiles at her soft greeting, planting herself next to her friend. “What are we working on? What’s going on in the beautiful world that is Rosé?” Lisa teases searching the screen to see what her current project is. Rosé playfully hits Lisa on the arm, “I couldn’t really sleep so I’m writing a song— “Rosé shrugs flicking through the notes on her music sheet.
“Oh, what’s the song about?” Lisa bounces her eyebrows up and down scanning the other side of the tablet to see a few words written. Rosé sighs, “A lot of things mostly love—specifically unrequited love.” She explains to the younger girl in English. “Unrequited? What’s that mean?” Lisa questions getting comfy for an explanation.
“Unrequited means…yearning for someone who doesn’t feel the same way. And you know they don’t feel the same way because they’ve told you or you’ve just got a sense that the relationship that you’ve established with this person doesn’t seem to be progressing. It’s a very one-sided experience and all you feel is grief, pain and sometimes even shame.” Rosé explains and Lisa can feel the knife in her chest slowly work its way deeper and deeper. Hurting her more thinking about the situation with Jennie. She lies back behind Rosé, the blonde reads that something is clearly bothering her best friend. “What’s going on? Did I say something?” Rosé questions Lisa turning to face her friend who’s clearly a little distress.
“Love sucks— “is all Lisa can say, Chaeng chuckles. Knowing that deep down Lisa doesn’t believe that love sucks. She easily one of the most lovable people out there. “What are you talking about? Love is— “she pauses trying to find the right words to say. “Is a mistake—complicated—a waste of time—a way for you to get your feelings hurt or to experience unrequited love.” Lisa finishes Rosé thoughts mocking their conversation.
“No—love is wonderful. Love is what you carry for your cats, your family, blinks, and us. We don’t suck right?” she tries to reason with the taller girl but it’s clear that she’s obviously not talking about that type of love. “Oh, I see you mean the other thing. The one where you practically hold your breath for this person just to have a moment with them. A moment where you can take in everything they are, even just for a minute. You change your whole day around just to get a chance or a glance to see them. And when you get lucky, and they notice you—you feel like all the words you know just stopped existing. You can’t seem to come up with a coherent thought all because of them. You wanna share everything with this person, about how a certain song made you think of them—or how you can tell what kind of day they’re having just by the way they text you. Believing that if you’d have eternity with them, you’d never get bored of them because everything they do is just so wonderful.” Rosé describes and its exactly how Lisa feels when Jennie is around, or at least how she did feel. Now all she feels is, “What happens when all of that gets torn down by the truth. And this idea that you had of this person is gone because they don’t feel the same way about you? That really if you think about it; they probably never rearrange their day to get a chance to see me, their world doesn’t stop just to have a moment with me. They can answer all of my questions because they don’t get tongue tied when I’m around. A song is just a song. And they don’t pay any mind to my name popping up on their phone. That really, their attention only comes when I’m around them and as soon as I’m gone, they just go about their day. “Lisa sighs holding back the tears. It’s only been a whole month and all of that love she had for Jennie only makes her feel like this.
“Love shows you how foolish you really are.” She ends her argument and Rosé is at a loss for words. Lisa’s never been this articulate about her feelings before. It’s clear that she’s healing a broken heart but what confuses her is the who. “So, you’re in love?” Chaeyoung decides to risk it and ask. “I don’t know what I was, but it doesn’t matter. All I am now, is mending what’s broken.” Lisa groans leaning her head on Rosé back. “I know what that’s like you know—stealing glances of them just hoping that one day they look at you the same way you look at them. Maybe one of these days they’ll finally laugh a little harder when you tell a joke the same way you laugh at theirs. Hoping that one day you’re the first person that comes to their mind when they wake up. But— “Rosé sighs and the shift of energy comes; Lisa is so caught up in her own world sometimes that she didn’t even notice that her best friend was going through the same thing she was going through.
“The reality is—when they look at you it’s nothing like how you see them, and you just ache a little bit because you can only ignore the truth for so long.” She finishes her thought and Lisa delivers one of her hugs from behind comforting her aching friend. Rosé appreciates the hug, massaging Lisa’s hands with her fingers “But we still aim to love.” Rosé sighs and Lisa sadly joins in because it’s true, there is still a craving for love. “It’s okay—why do we need anyone when we’ve got each other.” Lisa states confidently making the older girl giggle in agreement, “That’s right—who’s this person?” she tries to act as casually as possible trying not to spook Lisa.
Jennie comes out of her room with a face mask on and hears the two girls’ voices, she needs to get to the kitchen but to do that she has to pass them. “It doesn’t matter who they are—I’m just trying to move on from them and if I keep talking about them it feels like I never will. Jisoo-unnie’s been asking what’s going on with me and I didn’t want to tell her.” Jennie hears the familiar sound of Lisa’s disappointed voice linger; Jennie quietly plants herself against the wall. She hates having to eavesdrop, but Lisa won’t talk to her. How else is she supposed to know how Lisa is feeling these days.
“Why she would’ve understood—”
“I know but I was already telling her about what the press and some fans have been saying to me on social media lately and I didn’t want to worry her even more. She takes care of us so often that I think she forgets to take care of herself too you know?” Rosé wonders what Lisa’s talking about when she means press and fans. “What have the press been saying?” Rosé questions, while Jennie knows exactly what she’s talking about. She sat next to the younger girl when they were swearing at her, and she was in the car with Lisa when she saw what the netizens had been saying about how she looked and how her being Thai isn’t good enough. It was hard for Jennie to walk the red carpet and pretend like she didn’t just see Lisa wiping off a few tears in the car. It’s completely and utterly unfair to be talking about someone that way. They all know about backlash, but Lisa never opens up about it and all the girls know it gets to her, but she never shows it. It hits differently when it comes from the people that say they are fans of the group when really, they only mean they are fans of certain members.
“I never understood how people can be like that—but I’m sorry. You are loved and you belong here as much as all of us. Besides if they hate one of us, they hate all of us.” Rosé winks knowing how often Jisoo uses that on the girls to keep their spirits fighting. It makes Lisa laugh and it warms Jennie’s heart to know that at least she’s talking to her other members, but she does miss talking to Lisa. They used to be able to talk about everything with one another, but the more Jennie’s looks back on their years she started to realize how much Lisa’s restricted herself around Jennie. Somehow when things changed for Lisa—she just stopped breathing around Jennie all together holding something in. Jennie can’t even fathom how exhausting it must’ve been for Lisa to just stop being yourself around the person you love the most.
She decides to just take herself to the kitchen as the other two have fallen silent, when she passes the living room, she sees Lisa and Rosé in their own little world. Lisa had Rosé headphones in, Jennie waves and only Rosé notices waves back as Lisa vibes to her track. Rosé excuses herself from Lisa who doesn’t seem to notice and follows Jennie to the kitchen to grab her water. “Unnie!” Rosé whispers not wanting to wake the eldest, Jennie turns to face the blonde with a smile on her face. “Chaeng!” Jennie scrunches her nose the blonde’s cuteness.
“Couldn’t sleep huh?” Jen asks, Rosé shrugs “Yeah but it’s okay Lisa-yah just got home so she’s been keeping me company and, in the loop, —our baby is mending a broken heart. I never thought I’d see the day not that I want to see her heartbroken—” Rosé jokes and Jennie tries her best to keep face. “You two should talk about it—maybe you both can heal, it’s better to be broken hearted together than it is alone.” She adds making Jennie choke on the mango that she’s eating.
“I don’t know—I don’t think she’ll want to talk to me about it.”
Chapter 6: you're kinda cute
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“I don’t know—I don’t think she’ll want to talk to me about it.” Jennie jokes before Rosé could answer Lisa comes up to the counter, “Your headphones are on the piano I’m gonna head to bed. Goodnight.” She says generally not singling anyone out to be sure not to make anyone feel uncomfortable. The two girls mumble their goodnights watching their maknae head to her room. “Why wouldn’t she? Best way to heal a broken is with friends is it not?” the blonde asks, and Jennie bounces her head back and forth.
“Trust me when I say—I don’t think I can do much. Besides what happened between Kai, and I is done and there is nothing to dwell on. Its best to just move on.” Jennie states but it raises a few questions in Rosé’s radar, usually Jennie would be the first one to plan out a few things to keep the one hurting distracted. Jennie watches the wheels turn in the blonde girls’ head making her nervous. Before Rosé can come to any conclusion Jennie walks away but “You know who it is—more importantly you know what really happened between the both of them!” Rosé exclaims stopping Jennie from walking away, she puts her fingers up to her lips shushing the blonde. But it only turns her curiosity up five notches.
Jennie pulls her down behind the counter onto the floor, “Oh my god! What do you know!” Rosé tries to whisper but fails, Jennie softly smacks her arm, and she turns her volume down. “What do you know?!” Rosé continues to exclaim to see that Jennie is clearly hating the attention that they might gain with her shouting. Jennie eyes are ready to pop out of her head when she hears Jisoo’s door open, “Quiet!” Jisoo shouts making Chaeng smile at Jennie.
“Look it doesn’t matter what I know—what matters is that you give her space to feel what she has to feel okay—”
“Jennie-unnie I have never heard her describe her feelings like this—you know Lisa-yah its always blue skies and sunshine but this—this is different I can hear the pain in her voice.” She interrupts the shorter girl, who’s slowly wishing she could be swallowed whole by the floor. “What did she say?” Jennie questions without hesitation, knowing that she’ll never hear Lisa say this to her. “The basis is that she is mending a broken heart. And from the way she described it she really likes this person—some might say she’s in love with them, she said that she use to rearrange her day just to see this person—that when this person was around her whole world would stop—she gets extremely tongue tied around them—that there are songs that remind her of this person—but now all she feels is the opposite of all of that.” Rosie sighs at the pain of Lisa’s voice echoing in her head. “I mean to go from having heart eye lenses to realize how extremely unrequited her love was—is devastating.”
“Fuck.” Jennie mumbles to herself leaving the conversation not wanting to discuss this any further. It’s making her feel guiltier and guiltier, Rosé found her reaction odd but decided not to even bother running after her. She doesn’t want to get yelled at by Jisoo.
***
It’s their last day in Korea and their schedules made sure to keep them busy. Thankfully Jisoo had put Lisa’s plan into action and got the team to prepare a dinner with Jennie’s mom. Sending them but more importantly sending Jennie off on a positive note for the rest of the tour. They made reservations at Jennie’s favourite restaurant. And Lisa already texted Jisoo that she’ll try to get there when she can. It’s weird that she’s the only one that didn’t get cancellations on her schedule but for now she didn’t mind.
It’s never a bad thing to have constant stream of income. Plus, she’ll be able to avoid the topic of Jennie’s heartache if she gets there a little later. As for Jisoo and Rosé they are the first ones to arrive at dinner. “This is nice—I’m sure it’ll make Jennie-unnie feel better.” Rosé says while scanning the menu. Jisoo puts the phone down to look at the menu, “Yeah, I hope so. I think it’ll really boost the mood for more than just Jennie.” She adds thinking about their busy body maknae.
Soon after, they see Jennie coming in with a slight smile on her face. “Hi guys.” She greets her members making her way to give them hugs. She sits down smiling, she’s excited for dinner. Jennie love for this restaurant is inexplicable it always brings a smile to her face. And it’s a bonus that every time she’s gone it’s always been with a loved one. “What’s the occasion?” Jennie questions putting her things away. Jisoo and Rosé exchange looks and smile “You’ll see.” They say in unison, they order a few starters and drinks while they wait for her mom. A little after the drinks and starters arrive the two members see Jennie’s mom entering the restaurant.
They decide to say nothing and let her mom do the talking. She wraps her hands around her daughters’ eyes covering them “Guess who?” she says barely a whisper still scaring the shit out of Jennie. The warmth of her mother voice and scent comes over her, “Umma” the girl shouts making Jisoo and Rosé grin from ear to ear. Her mother wraps her arms down her child’s shoulder wrapping her up in a hug. Jennie could cry at the sight of her mother; she stands up to properly hug the older woman. She turns to her bandmates, “You guys!” she shouts at them, and they shrug, her mom motions for them to join the hug. Which they happily do, “Thank you.” Jennie whispers holding back the tears.
Jisoo pulls away with Rosé and Jennie’s mom wipes away her tears, “Don’t thank us thank Lisa it was all her idea.” Jennie says nothing, unsure how to react to that information and just smiles. Jennie pulls a chair out for her mother, and they begin to discuss nothing and everything. About an hour into dinner, they finally see their last bandmate entering the restaurant. Jisoo sees Lisa with a small bouquet of flowers. Jisoo tries to hide the smirk that seems to want to peak through.
She approaches the table with a smile on her face. “Umma—I’m so sorry I’m late I brought you these.” Lisa bows her head presenting the older woman with the flowers. Jennie’s mother gets up pulling the young woman into a hug. “I’m just glad you’re here. Thank you for inviting me to dinner.” She whispers in Lisa’s ear. Lisa smiles nodding her head, she makes her way to the empty seat next Rosé.
“How are you, Lisa?” Jennie’s mom questions while she scans the menu. She brings it down from her face to look at the group, “I’m good—I was just at dance practice so I’m a little tired.” Lisa smiles. Jennie’s mom nods, “Ah I see—how are your parents?”
“Good—I’m going to talk to them tonight I’ll let them know you ask about them.” She smiles, Lisa continues to look through the menu and everyone talks about various things. Jennie takes notice to the conversations and Lisa ordering. This is the first time she’s noticed how attentive the younger girl is. Inviting her mother to a dinner knowing it’ll make her feel better. And despite being late she still brought her, her favourite flowers. Azaleas, which are probably impossible to find in this weather. It’s churning a feeling inside her to see how Lisa is around her mother. “Nini?” Rosé says catching attention back to the conversation.
“Sorry, yes?” she turns to her mom who noticed how Jennie hasn’t stopped looking at Lisa since she’s arrived. “I asked are you excited to head to America and Europe?” her mom asks one more time. Jennie smiles, “Yeah, it’ll be good I know we won’t have much time to explore but I think we’re going to try and fit as much as we can.”
The girls erupt in a giggle, “What” the brunette asks, “It’s like you guys practiced all your responses already. They said the same thing you just said.” Her mom chuckles knowing that Jennie’s still a little distracted. But it’s not the same kind of sadness she sees at the mention of her breakup. “I’m sorry force of habit.” She jokes making everyone chuckle. The rest of dinner consisted of positive conversations, clearly Lisa’s planned her night correctly. She’s completely evaded the topic of Jennie’s break up. A part of her feared that if she were to hear any other details. She might’ve spent the whole dinner digging her nails into palms controlling her temper.
Despite never really demonstrating her temper she knows that there is some deeply rooted anger within her. But she’s glad to hear that Jennie is starting to sound like her old self. It would be dumb for Jisoo to notice that Jennie’s been smiling since she mention that this little idea is from Lisa. A bonus is when she saw Lisa bring her mother her favourite flowers. Jisoo won’t ever confess how cute she finds her best friends as a couple would be, but this is some girlfriend behaviour. After occupying the table for about 3 hours they finally make their way out of the restaurants to say goodbye. “Thank you for coming to dinner, I’m happy to see Jennie feeling better.” Lisa whispers into her hug and Jennie’s mom can’t help but tighten the hug. Jennie’s mother always appreciates the attention that Lisa provides Jennie. It eases her mind to know that there is someone looking out for her daughter, not to say that the others girl don’t. In truth there is just something different about how Lisa takes care of her daughter, it’s none of her business to label what it may be. But she slowly hopes that Jennie notices the love the younger girl has for her. “Thank you for loving Jennie.”
She let’s go of Lisa and moves on to the next girl, Lisa offers Jennie a soft side hug before heading into the van. Everyone of course notices the odd interaction knowing how Lisa usually hangs over Jennie’s shoulder during these exchanges. But they prefer not to acknowledge it at least not her band members, the two barely exchanged conversations. When the band leaves Jennie’s mom takes her hand into hers, “I’m sorry to hear about what happened between you and Kai—but it’s all a part of life you know?” her mom casually brings up as they continue to walk. Jennie sighs not wanting talk about this topic any longer, there are bigger things in the horizon to focus on than her failed attempt at a relationship.
“It’s okay having my friends and seeing you has helped me move on from that mess, there is no point in dwelling in it.” Jennie simply puts and her mom can’t help but smile knowing that Jennie often tries to intellectualize her feelings instead of feeling them. Resulting in moments of vulnerability or a break where everything she thought she’d “gotten over” comes up. “I understand but you know it’s okay to be broken hearted right?” she adds, Jennie smiles appreciating the time her mother is taking with her.
“Yes. I just—I have bigger things to think about you know.” She mutters towards the end but her mother is quick to catch it. “Are you talking about Lisa?” her mom questions making her choke on her own spit. Is it truly that obvious? If anything, they’ve been great in the public eye no one could possibly know that there is something going on. Maybe it’s just because her mother knows her and the girls, so well that she’s quick to see a difference in dynamic. Her silence speaks volumes in reference to her mother, “I’ve noticed since Thailand, especially after that dinner we had with her family.” Her mom comments again leaving her speechless, she hates that she can be so easily read by those that know her.
“Do you want to talk about it? You know whatever it may be—I love you and my love for you will never change and same goes for Lisa.” Her mom states as a matter of fact, but she can’t help but still feel hesitant to say what she wants to say. Yet where else is she going to have a conversation like this, Jisoo has yet to make anything of the information she told her and Lisa’s isn’t exactly talking to her. She stops in her tracks and jumps up and down for God knows how long until she musters up enough courage to say what she wants to say. Jennie’s mom is confused and unsure of what is unravelling in front of her as her daughter jumps up and down until she finally stops, “When we were in Thailand—” Jennie stops groaning audibly trying to let herself continue, “—while you guys were downstairs and we were watching the sunset I was working up the courage to tell her about Kai and she was working up the courage to talk about someone. Someone she had feelings for—I have never seen her like this—she was nervous and unfocused—I had noticed in the last couple of years that she was distant but not in the way that she is now. Like she had been keeping something from me and I only noticed after this—I hated seeing her so—”
“Unlike herself.” Her mom finished and Jennie nods, “So I told her to talk about it because talking about it always helps—but then she—well—she—she just—uhm mm—she kissed me. And now I’m just confused because what am I supposed to do and all I want to do is talk to her and all she wants is space.” Jennie tries to say as quickly as possible but as her mother heard the words ‘kiss me’ she couldn’t help herself but smile. Lisa’s always treated Jennie differently and Jennie’s always treated Lisa differently. A mother can always tell when there is something more. For her Lisa’s the sun to Jennie’s moon, the way they love each other is indescribable. Lisa, just like the sun is always willing to come down to let her moon shine. While her own daughter looks at Lisa as if she’d place the stars up in the sky for her. “Okay—well how do you feel about Lisa?” Jennie’s mom inquires.
“I—I don’t know—I’m puzzled because a large part of me hates that we’re not talking right now. It hurts that I can’t talk to the one person that I want to talk to the most. I get irritated at how close she is with Rosé right now even though that’s just how she’s reacting to what I said or in this case what I didn’t say. She won’t look me in the eye and all that does is give me this stinging that I can’t explain. All I want to do is be around her and I can’t so it feels—it feels like I’m going through a breakup. Somehow this is hurting me more than what happened between Kai and me. I hate that I could hurt her like this but I am afraid of actually talking to her too because I don’t want to say the wrong thing—I don’t want to let her think that there is something that could happen between us—"
“Well, is there?” her mom questions interrupting her thoughts, she’d been avoiding answering this question herself because she doesn’t know. She doesn’t know if there is. “Our relationship is so complex; I don’t think I’m ready to answer that—all I want to know right now is how did she know?” Jennie questions, “I can tell you that—despite you having expressed no reciprocated feelings for her she still had a plan—at least a way to make you feel better about your breakup. Personally, invited your mother to a dinner she curated with your managers and brought me my favourite flowers. She was in her home country and still took the time to show us around despite missing out on spending time with her family—My sweet girl I’ve seen the way that girl has looked at you. She looks at you like you had arranged the planets and stars for her. You can’t help who you fall in love with because you just fall and that’s all Lisa did—she can’t help it. I’m not going to sit here and tell you what to do with your feelings but instead of being so caught up in trying to ask her all of these questions you should ask yourself. Take this time and space that she’s asking for to figure some things out—I love you nonetheless and I’m sure that after a while you guys will be okay enough to talk about it.” Her mother explains and she can’t help but hate and love the advised she’s been given.
Her mother drives her back to the dorm and wishes her well on the next leg of the tour. She gave her mother a long and tight hug knowing that it’ll be a while before she gets another moment like this with her. When she gets back in the dorm there seems to be an abnormal amount of chaos everywhere. It seems that no one in the dorm had time to repack their suitcases which means this is the time. Rosé is running back and forth from her room to Lisa while Jisoo’s singing a song about the items she needs to pack. It felt like the old environment she was used to before the thing with Lisa. Everyone’s so caught up in packing they didn’t even notice her come in, until Rosé see’s Jennie’s door open as she’s making her way back to her room. “Jennie-unnie!” she shouts getting everyone to recognize that Jennie’s home. Everyone returned to their own packing and Jennie jumps up getting scared by the quick attention. “Yes?”
“Nothing—I just wanted to say hi—” Rosé smiles popping her head into the Jennie’s room. Jennie smiles at the cuteness of her bandmate as she locates her suitcase.
***
February 2, 2019
Manila
The concert’s been going how it usually goes. A little flirty, a little moment with the girls but something caught Lisa’s attention. There have been too many incidents of Jennie smacking her butt or Jennie clinging onto her after a quick hug that she initiates. Which is catches Lisa her off guard. Usually, she would be the one instigating these kinds of actions but it’s confusing her that Jennie is initiating this. She wants to feed into the moment but reality is quick to hit her with the truth. She looks deeply into Lisa’s eyes with so much seduction and for a millisecond Lisa wants to pull her in for a kiss. Thank God for the screams for taking her out of those moments because if not she might jeopardize their whole career. Lisa tries to refocus her energy for the rest of the concert and thank God she could. When they get off the stage Jennie quickly wipes off that flirtatious look of hers and runs away from the girls to change. Forgetting about her like she hadn’t just been flirting with Lisa all night, like she hadn’t been testing Lisa’s boundaries all night.
For the fan goodbye Lisa had been hand in hand with Jisoo but as they were exiting the corridor Jennie came out of nowhere pulling her away from Jisoo. Of course, she couldn’t react as quickly as she wants, leaving her to say goodbye with Jennie. And that’s it for Lisa, something about the whole night had gotten the best of her. She’d hope that after the dinner with Jennie’s mother she’d gotten a thank you but instead she got nothing. Jennie came home that night and said nothing to Lisa. She’s aware that the older woman doesn’t owe a dying love confession but it rubs her the wrong way that she’d spent the whole time being in Korea pushing her feelings aside. She pushed her feelings aside for Jennie’s break up and that she got nothing not even a thank you as an effort of making her feel better.
When they walk away from the fans one last time everyone erupts in conversation, Lisa pulls her arm from Jennie’s grip. She doesn’t even notice she’s too focus on her conversation with Rosé and Jisoo, Lisa clears her throat pulling Jennie’s arm—” Can I talk to you for a second?” she doesn’t bother to let the older woman answer as she pulls her behind the vans getting some privacy from everyone including the other two girls. But they decide to quietly follow them, “What happened—is everything okay?” Jennie innocently inquires Lisa, but the maknae doesn’t buy the bullshit.
“I can take the winks—the little hearts—hell the stupid flying kisses I don’t care about that. But when you touch me and you hug me it hurts more than you think. And I know—I know that you’re only doing this as fan service—but Jesus Jennie why linger—why?” Lisa raises her voice slightly catching Jisoo, Jennie, and Rosé off guard. They’ve never seen the maknae like this, she’s only ever talked about her temper but this is not what they expected.
“—I’m sorry—I didn’t know—I was just—”
“Just what? —how could you know? I ask for space and you can’t even respect that—you cling to me like you’re losing me—” Lisa says interrupting Jennie’s train of thought. The maknae waits for a response as the tears in the older girl’s eye build but have yet to fall.
“It feels like I am—” she says barely a whisper. Lisa’s eyes pop out of her head, “You’re not!” she raises her voice again, shaking her head profusely in disbelief, “I asked for space Jennie—do you have any idea what it’s like to be around the person who’s—” Lisa pauses trying to hold back the tears she hates seeing Jennie like this but it felt like it’s the only way to get the space she seeks. It’s possible that some anger is coming out from never receiving an ounce of appreciation when they were in Korea. “You don’t just stop loving someone because they don’t love you back. Do you understand? Space—Jennie-unnie.” Lisa wipes the tears in her eyes walking away from Jennie who’s also in tears. The girls hear the maknae’s steps and immediately try to go back to where they were. When Lisa arrives, she grabs Chaeyoung’s arm and drags her to one of the vans leaving Jisoo behind for Jennie.
The older girl says nothing until the van door closes from there she watches as Lisa buries her head in her hands. Rosie doesn’t know what to do other than rub her best friends back, she hates to see her hurting this much. But she can finally connect the dots of tonight’s clues. “Are you okay?” Rosie finally breaks the silence. Lisa shakes her head; Rosie continues to comfort her friend waiting until they reach the hotel.
The ride there is filled with Lisa’s sobs as she tries to control her tears. When they arrive at the hotel Rosé wraps her best friend under her arms. Their managers give them separate key cards but Rosé shakes her head. She wasn’t going to let Lisa sleep alone tonight. Arriving at their room for the night she can’t help but sit Lisa down on the bed. Grabbing the tissues from the bedside table, Lisa wipes her face and smiles down at Rosie who’s on her knees. She’d been waiting to see those soft brown eyes. “It’s her isn’t it—she’s the one that broke your heart. She’s the one you’d arrange your day for just so you could see her.” She questions and Lisa doesn’t bother to deny it.
“Is it that obvious?” Lisa sighs finally able to catch a breath. Rosie doesn’t know what to say, she takes a moment to collect her thoughts “No—but when we’re talking that night back at the dorm. I remember how you use to frequently go to the bathroom during our classes. You came back one day and I finally asked you why you always had a smile on your face when you came back—or something like that and you’d say how you ran into Jennie-unnie. And I remembered how she would suggest songs for us to sing and you’d be listening to that song nonstop. You stole one too many glances and I finally connected the dots.”
“Well, it doesn’t matter what I did back then because all I want now is for this to be over. I don’t want to have to hate her to get over her—we’ve built too much to have it all just be taken away like it’s nothing.” Lisa sighs trying to act strong but Rosie doesn’t buy it.
“It takes time Lisa—this is your heart we’re talking about. That’s one of the hardest things to fix—I’m still not over my person and they don’t even know. At some point you both will find a happy medium but for now you are in uncharted waters.” Rosie begins to speak, knowing how deep this pain may run in a person.
“I think that she’s finding it difficult because she misses her friend—” Rosie pauses and Lisa shakes her head. Lisa spent the last few years seeing her as a crush, someone she wanted to be with and then she saw her as a friend. That’s not an easy road to back track. “—I understand that but I don’t see her as a friend right now. “Lisa groans, feeling the tears come bursting out of her once again. Rosie reaches up pulling her into another hug repeating the words, I know.
A couple of rooms down Jisoo is comforting a crying Jennie. Lisa’s never raised her voice at anyone before, it sucks to be the first. “Jendukie—what happened?” Jisoo questions rubbing circles on Jennie’s back. “she told me how I’d gone too far this time? But I thought it was just the right amount—I mean she does it with you and Rosie—I just thought that—that—that “Jennie stutters as the tears continue to spill over.
“It’s okay—hey it’s okay—I understand that you want your friend back. But if she says you’re pushing her a little too far then maybe you are. She gets to be the one who is in control here Nini—not you—it’s her feelings—her boundaries. Have you given some thought about what your mom said?” Jisoo doesn’t want to force her friends to have feelings for one another if there isn’t anything there. But when Jennie mentioned it to her what her mother had said she also started looking at how they use to interact and it is different. Jisoo knows though that this journey is Jennie and Lisa’s alone, the only people that can fix this and talk about this is them. The only people who they have to answer to is themselves and they must keep each other in check to ensure that they repair their friendship. A friendship that keeps growing not regressing.
“Yes I understand that— “she groans “—I don’t have feelings for her Jisoo-ni—I want my friend back.”
“Nini—that girl is in love with you, do you understand that? And she’s stronger than most to be around the person she loves and have to pretend as if she’s not mending a broken heart. She pushed her feelings aside to help heal your broken heart—I don’t know about you but I can’t stomach having to think about being around a person that doesn’t love me back.”
“I do love her—I just don’t want to lose her— “
“Yes, I know you do—but not in the way that she loves you. If you keep pushing yourself onto her—you just might.” Jisoo sighs knowing that tough love is what Jennie needs. She needs to be told the truth, after letting her know about what happened in Thailand Jisoo took the rest of the day to process just like she’d said. It broke her heart to see the maknae in so much pain and try her best to hide it, must be how well they’ve been trained but it doesn’t make it easier. What hurts to think about the most is just as she said being around a person that doesn’t love you back. Jisoo understood what Lisa meant when she said, ‘You don’t just stop loving someone because they don’t love you back.’ This thought of Lisa having to stomach an excruciating truth like this by herself pains the eldest. “If you keep pushing yourself onto her…” you just might.”
“What am I supposed to do? I can’t pretend she doesn’t exist—”
“She’s not asking that you pretend that she doesn’t exist Nini—she’s asking you to give her time to get over you. And it doesn’t help that we’re around one another every hour of everyday—just let her lead the interactions. Okay?” Jisoo advice and Jennie nods her head wiping the tears off of her face. “Why don’t you shower first I’m going to ask for some waters okay?” she orders the younger girl and Jennie follows. Jisoo grabs her phone reaching for Rosie contact and texting her.
[Rosépasta 🐿 ️ ]
Meet me in the hallway...ASAP
Jisoo patiently waits until finally Rosie comes out of the room a couple of doors down. They walk towards each other, “What the fuck.” They say in unison.
Chapter 7: but it's raining harder
Chapter Text
They walks towards each other, “What the fuck.” They say in unison. But they know deep down they can’t stay here, just because of the possibility that someone could hear them. Jisoo grabs her key card searching for her room.
They enter, but Jisoo pushes Rosé into the bathroom and turns on the shower. Rosé just watches the senior do this not bothering to question her. “So, Lisa ‘s in love with Jennie.” Rosé states plainly, Jisoo closes the door. “It runs deeper than that—remember I told you something happened in Thailand— “Jisoo explains and Rosé nods frantically.
“Lisa kissed Jennie.” They both grow silent as the room begins to fill with steam. Rosé doesn’t know what to say, “That’s why they both have been acting the way that they are acting. But after they kissed all Jennie said to Lisa was that she was seeing Kai. And now here we are— “
“Okay so not only is Lisa in love with Jennie but she’s also kissed her. While Jennie doesn’t feel the same way am I getting right?” she repeats back to the older girl, who’s pacing but reacting to everything Rosé repeated. “Shit.”
“Well, everything just blew up in everybody’s fucking face so now what?!“Rosé panics, Jisoo hits her arm, “Language and I have no idea—our best bet is just to let them heal naturally and be there for the both of them.” Jisoo concludes knowing deep down that it’s easier said than done.
“Okay. Easy enough.” Rosie answers. And that’s exactly what they did, thankfully their next performance won’t be for a week. And Jennie’s got some plans to be in Paris for that week while the other three girls will be in New York for their own individual schedules. Which is the perfect because it’s exactly what Lisa needs. There won’t be any cameras pointed at her or Jennie. It helps that they are on different continents. Nothing is going to ruin this trip especially since it’s her first time in the states.
She’s planned to shop for a few things for her families as well as gifts for the girls. Then soon after that she’s got a photoshoot which is something she’s working on being excited about. It’s still chilly and the rain isn’t helping. Hopefully tomorrow when she hangs out with Jisoo and Rosé it’ll be a little sunny.
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Mother nature proves her wrong again because it’s windy and raining. But that didn’t stop them from seeing the Brooklyn Bridge. “Are we committing to crossing it?” Rosie sweetly asks arranging her flying skirt. Jisoo and Lisa look at one another and nod, this feels like one of those things they won’t be able to do again without getting trampled. And they start their trek encouraging one another that it’s only a few more minutes. But deep down they knew how long this bridge is, when they finally reach the end, they pull each other in a hug cheering themselves on.
“I need a drink.” Jisoo says catching her breath, the two girls chuckle nodding their head. Seeing that Jisoo had a few more photoshoot locations she said she’ll just meet the girls at the restaurant they decide on. Rosé and Lisa head back to their hotel to change and shower before dinner. Rosé is the first one to finish getting ready so she decides to head to Lisa’s room.
She hears the familiar sound of the bass bouncing off the walls, Rosie knows that when she enters the room, she’s going to have to make herself known. “Lisa-yah!” she shouts over the music hoping that was good enough that she doesn’t scare the young girl. Lisa pops out of the bathroom smiling at her friend, it rare that they get the night off and they aren’t all tired from their schedules. “Rosie!” Lisa smiles greeting the blonde, it looks like she’s just about done with her make-up when Rosé arrived.
“Have you chosen a restaurant yet?” Lisa questions coming out of the bathroom and turning off the music and grabbing her coat. Rosé looks at her phone bringing up one of the restaurants the staffed had shown her and their website. She pushes her phone up to Lisa’s face, the girl jumps back making Rosie chuckle—she blushes “Sorry but we were thinking of this place—and I heard that there is a bar/night club next door so that might be fun.” Rosie bumps her eyebrows up and down its their last night in New York before they fly to Singapore tomorrow. They’ve been so busy that they haven’t been able to bring up the whole incident last week. But what can they say to Lisa she doesn’t already know. “Is Drunksé coming out to play?” Lisa teases grabbing her purse and looking at the mess in her room to ensure she’s got everything.
“Only if Long Leg Lisa comes out with her.” Rosé winks, Lisa pulls Rosie up from her bed and drags her out of the room shaking her head. “I’m never going to live that down, am I?” Lisa laughs as they walk to the elevator. Rosie shakes her head, “As long as Drunksé is alive so will she.” She simply states. They had won their first award after they had debut and Lisa recently had turned 19. The girls had the amazing idea of celebrating their win and for Lisa to get a taste of the drinking culture in Korea. She doesn’t remember much of that night but there are videos from her band mates of her practically break dancing for them. There’s even a video of her giving all her bandmates lap dances.
“Getting flashbacks of all of that soju you drank?” Rosie teases as they walk out of the hotel playfully bumping into Lisa. The taller girl pushes her back, she wishes she could remember more of that night but maybe it’s for the best that she doesn’t. “I don’t want to have that much fun—we still have to be on a flight for like 18 hours tomorrow.” Lisa reasons with her friend and Rosie nods and they fall silent while they are in the car. When they arrive at the restaurant, they see the eldest already ordering for the table, nothing too crazy probably just some starters and drinks. They greet the host and point at Jisoo; she smiles and the girls make their way to her. “Jisoo-ni!” Lisa says a little louder than usual, the older girl gets a little shy at the attention Lisa’s getting them. She hugs the girls before they sit down on the table, “I got us a round of cocktails—I choose the ones I knew we all would like.” She smiles at the girls and they smile back as they put their attention to the menu in front of them. Jisoo takes this time to respond to Jennie.
[Jendeukie 🐻 ]
It was a good day we just crossed the Brooklyn Bridge then I had a photoshoot after that.
[Jendeukie 🐻 ]
And now were at dinner—then I think Rosé is going to get Lisa drunk or me or everyone honestly lol
[Jendeukie 🐻 ]
Oh that sounds like a fun day—are you guys going to be okay?
[Jendeukie🐻]
Yes I’m here and besides I just have to watch out for Rosé—she loves to socially drink. Lisa and her just build off one another so really I’m the one you should be worried about.
[Jendeukie 🐻 ]
That’s true. How’s everyone?
Jisoo knows that there’s one person that Jennie really cares to hear about. She can see it plainly through the screen. She looks over at the younger girls drooling over the menu trying to decide what to order. Jisoo’s hadn’t seen Lisa smile like that in a while and she’s relieved to see it.
[Jendeukie 🐻 ]
Lisa’s seems to be okay. She really likes New York but hates the rain—there were a few moments where she would just go off on her own but we just respect what she needs. How are you? How’s Paris?
[Jendeukie 🐻 ]
It’s good—it’s kind of lonely. I miss you guys and it doesn’t help that he was here for a couple of days but other than its fine. I’m glad to hear Lisa’s okay.
[Jendeukie 🐻 ]
Why was he there? How was it seeing him? Are you okay?
[Jendeukie 🐻 ]
Well he’s also a Chanel ambassador that’s a portion of how we met, remember? I only saw him for a second and it was a reflection in the mirror so I can’t really complain. I’m okay.
“Jisoo-ni do you know what you’re getting?” Rosie turns to her; she places her phone under her thigh giving the younger girls her attention. “Yeah— “she begins to ramble and Lisa’s quick to see how quickly Jisoo put her phone away. She knows that Jisoo was probably talking to Jennie. Lisa’s appreciated the time away from the older girl but she misses her, whenever they weren’t together they use to text every hour of the day. She can’t even remember the last thing they texted one another,
[Jennie 🐻 💋 ]
We’ll be there soon! I can’t wait for yummy foods.
Figures, it would’ve been the last thing they sent to one another—the more she’s actually had time to think about it the more she regrets ever saying anything. She hates that it’s effected their whole group, it feels selfish to have only been thinking about herself and her feelings. Now it feels like she’s been making her friends choose between her and Jennie and that’s the last thing she wants to do. They shouldn’t be divided, that’s one of the biggest reasons as to why she tried to keep this to herself for so long. “Lisa-yah—it’s your turn to order” Jisoo softly catches her attention, she looks through the menu again and pinpoints what she had her eyes one. The waiter nods their head and walks away with their order, “Can I talk to you guys about something?” Lisa speaks up and the two end their conversation nodding their head at their maknae.
“I just want to apologize for everything that’s happened. I don’t want you guys to feel like you guys have to choose between Jennie-unnie and I. You guys need to know that whatever is going on between her and I will never affect our work. It will always be this band first— “
“Lisa-yah. We know—we trust you guys. We’ve seen it.” Jisoo responds interrupting the maknae. Lisa let out a sigh of relief, “I just—don’t want you guys to think that there would be anything that could come between all of us.” Lisa finishes her thought, Rosie and Jisoo exchange looks and smiles. Knowing how anxiety inducing it must’ve been for the maknae these last couple of months. The drinks arrive in perfect timing, the girls thank the waiter, “Cheers to all of us. This is forever.” Jisoo smiles taking a drink from the middle of the table. The other two smile at the eldest picking up their pick, they clink their glass together smiling at one another.
“Okay I just need to know to relieve my own anxiety and be prepared. Will Drunksé and Long Leg Lisa be making their appearance tonight? I don’t mind because I will also be partaking in said activities, but I have to know if I must cut myself off.” Jisoo breaks the silence, and the two girls laugh, “When in New York?” Lisa shamelessly shrugs, Rosie brings her hands up to get a high five from the maknae. Jisoo shakes her head nervous about tonight’s activities.
Across the pond Jennie’s in her hotel room packing her things and doing her best not to think about her fight with Lisa. She’s never had a severe fight like that before, though it happened a week ago it still bothered her. Jennie never knew how deeply Lisa’s infatuation ran, the maknae’s never been one to raise her voice to anyone. She can’t help but beat herself up, she should’ve known—she should’ve known that those eyes have been speaking to her this whole time. How in love they were at the sight of her, she never knew a love could be so pure until it came with Lisa. She’s known for years and respected her, supported her through everything. Talk to her endlessly about every little crush that Jennie had when they were trainees, and listened to the type of person that she tends to fall in love with.
How can someone stomach that—knowing how in love they are with you. Jennie can’t even begin to think about how she would be destroyed having to sit through everything Lisa sat through her. No wonder Lisa slowly started to change, she had to just sit back and watch her fall in love with somebody else. No one could be the same after that. Jennie stops abruptly from packing grabbing her phone hovering over Lisa’s name,
[Lili 🐣🤍 ]
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She watches the cursor blink over and over again, unsure of what to say or where to start.
[Lili 🐣🤍 ]
I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t know. I’m sorry that I talked so much about those that I liked. I’m sorry I didn’t know how much I was hurting you. I never want to hurt you the way I did. I care for you Lisa, I think a part of you knows that. I know we’re going to be okay in the end but it doesn’t help that this week and these last couple of months have felt like hell without you. Because despite you being there at every hour or every day I could tell you were never really there. I know its selfish of me to miss you right now but I can’t help it |
The cursor blinks back at her but what she’s said so far doesn’t satisfy her, she wants to say more she wants to deeply apologize for all the pain she’s caused.
[Lili 🐣🤍 ]
I hate this undeniable distance that’s growing between us, it terrifies me. I have lost so much in my life. Both friends and family have come and gone but you I can’t afford a loss like yours. I can’t manage to attempt to fill the gapping hole your absence would cause. I have no right to ask anything of you I understand that but please know that how deeply sorry I am.
Her manager walks into their conjoined room scaring the shit out of her as she accidentally sends the message but she has yet to notice. They let her know about the plans for tomorrow and the flight details when they’re landing, etc. She nods along knowing that her mind is occupied by that taller girl. She finally understands what Lisa meant when she said, ‘You don’t just stop loving someone because they don’t love you back.’ But it doesn’t ease her anxiety, she’s been with these four girls for almost a decade even having to think about possibly losing one if not all of them scares her.
“Jennie?” one of the team members speaks, she pushes her gaze at them, “Did you hear us?” she asks and she nods her head politely, they exchange looks with one another knowing that there is something clearly occupying the younger girl’s mind. “Is this about Kai?” one of them speaks up and she freezes, “We didn’t know he was going to be in town for a couple of days—truly we should’ve—”
Jennie shakes her head, “No—it’s not that it’s okay. I just need to get some rest it’s gonna be a long day tomorrow.” She sighs and they all nod their heads before bowing and exiting her room. Jennie locks her door this time, she then finishes her packing and gets ready for bed. When her body is buried under the covers she turns off the light and reaches for her phone to erase the message that she left under the text box. But when her phone unlocks and her heart drops at the sight of the blue speech bubble. “Fuck.” The only relief she has is the fact that Lisa has yet to answer but the more she thinks about it its merely feeding her anxiety now.
She could stay up and text the rest of the girls or she can force herself to go to bed and face the consequences of her actions when she lands in Singapore. By the way she’s simply putting her phone on DND it’s clear that she chooses the latter. While Jennie gets to bed the other three are only beginning their night, they all had 2 drinks each and a hefty dinner which prepped them for the rest of the night. They are a little tipsy and it’s just the right amount to be able to order and still have a good time.
“Okay—okay I will get us the drinks you guys find a comfy spot like a booth or something.” Rosie shouts over the DJ, Lisa and Jisoo nod their head heading for the now free booth near the back. Which is a great plus because that includes privacy, Lisa had her arm around the older girl while Jisoo wraps her arm around Lisa waist. Excusing themselves through the dancefloor, Jisoo looks up at Lisa as she dance-excuses them through the crowd, she knows that the younger girl is feeling much better than how she did last week. When they make it to the booth smiling at one another, “Unnie—thank you for everything. I know Jennie told you about everything that has happened between us and I wanted to say thank you for not treating me differently.” Lisa sighs sitting down next to Jisoo who is perplexed.
“Why would we treat you any different?” Jisoo didn’t have to think about her response it’s a gut reaction. Lisa hesitates to say, “Well I don’t know—Korea is pretty conservative when it comes to these types of things and the last thing I want you guys to feel around me is uncomfortable just because I am who I am.” She spits out and Jisoo shakes her head, “Lisa-yah—you can’t help who you fall in love with and honestly people who judge others based on who decide to love feels like a low. You know love is so complicated you can’t just decide who you have feelings for. Frankly I love you either way—you could tell me you identify as a giraffe and I wouldn’t even bat an eye.” Jisoo adds and a huge weight off of her chest to hear to hear that from the older girl.
Jisoo’s been like a replacement mother for Lisa since she’s been to Korea so she thinks extremely highly of the older girl. Not that she needs someone’s approval but it means a lot to her to hear that Jisoo loves her no matter what. “What about you Jisoo-ni have you ever been in love—I know we don’t really talk about these things but I’ve always wondered. We all have feelings right?” Lisa jokes, Jisoo hits Lisa’s arm like a knee jerk reaction but for Jisoo it’s just like Jennie. Love was second to last on her priority list, she worked too hard to be where she is right now. God knows netizens are extremely sensitive at the thought of their idol dating so she always steered clear of anything that even resembled anything to love.
“I mean I think the last time I had a crush was way before I was with YG, so I couldn’t even tell you who they were. I’ve been so caught up with us that I don’t even think I have anyone in mind that I find attractive.” Jisoo chuckles shaking her head but Lisa is having a hard time hearing that the visual of their band doesn’t have their eye on anyone. Rosie comes back with their drinks with a smile on her face, they are quick to drop the conversation to ask their band mate what’s with the smile. “What happened?” Jisoo questions, Rosé bites her bottom lip thinking about the quick interaction she had. “A woman bought all of our drinks and flirted with me—then she asked for my number and I think I flirted back!” she squeals Lisa quickly celebrates but Jisoo is hesitant, “Wait! Did you give her your number!” she exclaims pulling Rosé closer to her, the younger girl laughs in her face loudly.
“I’m not stupid—unnie of course not but I did tell her that if she’s still here before we leave that I MIGHT give her my number…but probably not” She exclaims at her bandmates—it feels like Rosé had a few more drinks that she leads on. “Did you have another drink while you were waiting for our drinks?” Lisa teases and the blonde blushes excessively nodding her head, “They also bought me a shot but—I don’t want to keep talking about them I want to enjoy myself and my friends!” she semi shouts taking a sip of her drink. Lisa and Jisoo exchange looks as they grab their drinks and taking big sips of it trying to catch up to Rosé.
“Wait—do you like women?!” Lisa shouts a little too loud catching a few glances from some people on the dance floor and various booths. She slowly slides down trying to avoid the eyes that have landed on her. The senior and the blonde can’t help but laugh off their bandmate’s embarrassment, she waits a moment before it all returns back to normal. “I think I just like— “Rosie simply ends her sentence. Lisa and Jisoo nod understanding what their bandmate is getting at. “Yay for liking!” Lisa celebrates and Rosé cant help but smile at her friend’s support.
“Jisoo-ni?” Rosé questions, their eldest raises an eyebrow unsure if this is the right time to discuss something only she’s ever thought of. Instead of answering the younger girls she merely shrugs. If Jisoo were to be honest she doesn’t know what’s come of her romantic interests.
“I don’t know. This has been my life for almost a decade and I haven’t really been focused on falling in love or crushing. Besides taking care of you guys is like a full-time job at this point I’m celibate.” Jisoo jokes taking a few sips of her drink. The younger girls feel a bit of guilt knowing that being the oldest is not the easier job. She’s practically raised these girls throughout the most influential time in their life.
“Well I feel like now you can try right?” Rosé questions, Jisoo shrugs giving herself a moment to think about it. “Technically yes—but the logically no. I mean look at what happened to Jennie. As much as we’d like to think we’ve got control of our romantic relationship that’s not actually the case. The idea that all the netizens have about us is that we can be in relationships with them, right? They said the most horrendous things about Jennie and Kai. The person I’m dating doesn’t deserve that much hate. And I hate being manipulated—it doesn’t feel worth it right now.” She sighs, the other two members nod their head in agreement. Jisoo could tell there’s something occupying the blonde’s mind. “But don’t you have needs—like don’t you get horny?!” she whispers—Lisa chokes on her drink and immediately takes Rosé away from her. “That’s enough of that.” Lisa shakes her head and Rosé couldn’t help herself but chuckle.
Jisoo takes a big sip of her drink digesting what Rosie just inquires. “I mean we all have needs right?” She simply answers and Lisa chokes on her own saliva. Lisa buries her head in her arms, there are some parts of her friends she’s never known before. Rosé screams in excitement, “Unnie!” she hits the older woman who acts hurt.
“I didn’t think you’d answer! What—how—but no crushes?” Rosie stutters making the girls laugh. “If we’re going to keep talking about things like this I’m going to need a stronger drink.” Lisa states, Jisoo points at herself nodding before Lisa walks away.
Rosie sits closer to the older as the maknae grabs a shot for the both of them. “No crushes. Just some situations where I’ll find someone attractive and my first reaction is to be hot and bothered. I can’t help that.” She shrugs. The two girls keep talking about said topic while Lisa’s at the bar waiting for her shots. She decides to take the time to give her phone a glance. Lisa scrolls through her notifications a few emails, notifications from Instagram, text message from her friends, a message from Jennie and a few notifications from WeVerse. She back tracks, scrolling back up to see Jennie’s name again, it’s not just her name popping up as a response in the group chat but just her name. A part of her is nervous to know what they older girl has to say. But she knew deep down that if she’s to get over this, she must give her energy into doing that and not backslide. Their shots arrive, she thanks the bartender and tries to carefully make her way back to the girls.
“—So you would have sex with a woman?!” Rosie exclaims, Jisoo hits her arms as Lisa arrives. She only heard that last part of that conversation and that’s all she needed. After placing the shot down in front of Jisoo she downs hers quickly. “I’d try anything once.” Jisoo plainly states.
It only took about 10 minutes of all of them taking pictures with one another and casually taking sips of their drink to catch up to Rosé. It’s moments like this where they look back on how much of their teenage years they missed. Instead of sneaking alcohol and sneaking out to parties they spent late nights mastering arrangements and choreography. Not to say that they aren’t grateful but it feels like they skipped a large amount of normalcy in their life because while they were out and about in New York there were a few people following them. From fans to paparazzi’s it feels like they gained their freedom but lost privacy.
“Okay—okay—okay—I’m only going to ask because I am curious about it—” Jisoo mumbles to the maknae’s, Lisa fears where the conversation is going but is too drunk to care. “HIT ME!” she shouts over the music, Chaeyoung reacts immediately hitting her best friend. Lisa shakes her head at the older girl and all she can do is smile back at Lisa. “Why Jennie and how do you even know what falling in love is like? I just see you as this baby—that’d ask me about certain Korean traditions and lifestyle. You have so much life ahead of you Lisa—” Jisoo pushes her drink in front of Lisa’s face trying to prove a point. Jisoo understands the attraction towards Jennie but how did the maknae find the time or the attention to fall in love during their busy ass schedule. Lisa chuckles knowing that this feels a question that’s been brewing within Jisoo’s back burner. She looks over at Rosie whose eyes are glossy and are hard at work trying to focus her eyes on Lisa.
“I don’t know—how it all happened. I think that you know you’re in love when you see the person and you automatically smile no matter what, when you do anything and everything you can just to be with them or talk to them for even the shortest amount of time. The moments you spend with someone you’re in love with just feels endless, sometimes you just want to hear their voice and you could talk for hours. It makes it even harder now that we have social media because I think that someone who you are in love with makes your heart skip a beat when you get a notification from them and it’s a sweet text or even a simple heart. It’s not easy to fall in love if it’s not the person you believe you are meant to be with. I think that when you meet that one special person someone you know pretty soon that they are the one you want to be with for as long as you can. When you are able to be comfortable around that person and you are able to be yourself and just laugh and smile and look them in the eyes and your whole face just lights up because you are so happy that’s when you are in love—“Lisa sighs disappointingly for what’s she’s about to say next”—It just happened to be her.” Lisa rambles leaving her best friends speechless. She might be the youngest but that doesn’t excuse her feelings or what she knows. Jisoo is proud to hear the young girl isn’t just talking about infatuation knowing how that is easily confused with love. While Rosé is on the verge of tears just thinking about Lisa’s explanation.
“God you’re right Lisa. Love sucks—I hate that I feel like that.” Rosé shouts downing the rest of her drinks, Jisoo thought that it would’ve been the maknae drinking her pain away but if her father taught her anything drinking can only take your feelings away for so long so it’s best to just face it head on. Jisoo and Lisa turn their attention to Rosé who’s already gotten up to get another round of drinks. “That feels like something we should bring up when we’re sound of mind.” Lisa mumbles trying to hold the hiccups in, Jisoo nods but it feels like this isn’t the time to do so. Rosé probably already forgot about what she has just confessed to her other bandmates. When she returns her demeanour is back to that party animal that comes out when alcohol hits her system.
“I wanna dance! C’mon dance machine!” she shouts over the music once more dragging Lisa way from the booth, Jisoo places their jackets on the table to sign that they are clearly occupying the table. The two young members begin to dance to the rhythm of the music while Jisoo dances next to them, Rosé always feels confident when she dances but when she dances next to Lisa or with Lisa her confidence jumps up tenfold. Rosie’s arms are currently hanging by Lisa neck as their proximity get closer and closer, Jisoo’s mischievous side comes out when she pulls her phone out to take a picture of the two girls. Practically grinding up against each other, she not only takes one photo but instead multiple sending them all in the group chat.
After she sends those pictures she joins the two girls putting her arms around them, they both happily open space bringing the eldest into the circle.
Chapter 8: my shoes,
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Next Morning
Jennie gets woken up by her 12039482094397th alarms but it didn’t refrain her from falling back asleep. It’s only when she heard multiple knocks on her door and a varying amount of ‘Jennie wake up’ did she finally sit up on her bed. She turns off her alarm one last time, that’s when she sees a multitude of notifications from the group chat but not Lisa. Deciding to keep off of her phone she continues to get ready but she can’t help but hear the conversation that’s happening on the other side of the shared wall. She overhears the managers talking about the girls outing last night and how they were all trashed and currently hungover for their flight which spikes her interest on looking at her messages. But she’s supposed to leave for the airport in 20 minutes which means she’s got to hold off until she’s at her gate.
Thankfully everything seems to move faster while she is travelling alone which is a plus because her patience is wearing thin thinking about what could’ve happened last night. That results on having a lot of notifications in the group chat that’s excessive even for them. Jennie walks pass the paps and fans waving and bowing every now and again trying to acknowledge them. Knowing that if she stays any longer her anxiety might act up. She hates this part of herself because loves her fans more than anything but the idea of being in an uncontrolled crowd makes her want to break out into hives. Jennie never really did well in big crowds, the sounds of everyone’s conversation, everyone is pushing up against her all trying to simultaneously protect and touch her, and somehow the lights are brighter despite her being away from the paps.
She gives the crowd one final wave before making her way through TSA security and finally make it to her gate. Her team find a secluded seat by the gate and get on with business as usual. She puts some headphones on knowing that there are videos along with the texts and photos.
23:32
[Sooyachu 🐰🐢 ]
*video*
‘Woah—look at that sexy sexy! Wow!’ Jisoo cheers from behind the phone as she captures Lisa and Rosé surrounded by a group of people. The music blaring almost breaking the phone speakers. Lisa makes her way to the camera winky and blowing a kiss, Rosie following up behind her she wraps her arm around Lisa’s neck pulling her in for a kiss on the cheek. Lisa smiles from ear to ear while their eyes gloss over from intoxication, Rosie also winks at the camera. When they pull away she puts her hands on Lisa grinding down playfully.
Jennie stops the video quickly, what is this feeling that’s gnawing at her. Could it be FOMO, it’s a rare occurrence for Jennie to feel FOMO knowing how independent she is and how much she values her alone time. She decides to skip that video and move on to the next,
[Sooyachu 🐰🐢 ]
*video*
‘Unnie! Oh my!’ Lisa’s voice rings through the phone as it shakes up and down following Jisoo bouncing, making Rosie stop in her tracks to understand what’s going through the senior’s mind. ‘Unnie! Get—it—one—two—ohhhh Park Chaeyoung!’ Lisa continues to cheer, as Rosie joins the senior.
[Sooyachu 🐰🐢 ]
*video*
‘Park Chaeyoung!’ Lisa’s voice chants holding Rosie’s hand with her free hand as she gets down once more twerking on Jisoo who can’t even be bothered. She is too busy with her glossy smile to notice how any of them are behaving. It looks like their first win and Lisa’s first night drinking with the girls.
[Rosie 🐿 ️ ]
*12 pictures attached*
Most of them were all 3 of them posing for the camera while Lisa holds up the phone. Seeing that she’s got the longest arms but once again 3 photos catch her attention. It’s clear that it’s taken but by someone else, that’s not what caught her attention it was the woman who had their arms draping around Lisa’s waist. The following photo this woman’s head is placed next to Lisa’s head as her arms squeezing the maknae’s waist. The last photo is the one that felt like a punch in the stomach for Jennie. Lisa sitting on this woman’s lap with her head tilting back in midst of trying to plant a kiss on her cheek. It’s clear that they were trying to mimic what Chaeyoung and Jisoo were doing. But it felt a little too intimate.
[Sooyachu 🐰🐢 ]
I think we lost Lisa
[Rosie 🐿 ️ ]
No she went to the bathroom, just stay by the booth, and make sure no one takes it!
[Lili 🐣🤍 ]
Can you get me some water?
02:01
[Sooyachu 🐰🐢 ]
Is everyos3e in bed?
[Sooyachu 🐰🐢 ]
I regdfally don’t feel like rundaning around the hothgfel trying to chdfase your drunkasfe
[Rosie 🐿 ️ ]
We in bedjg unnie—also wahs?
[Rosie 🐿 ️ ]
If ur gnna threaten us at least makse ense
[Lili 🐣🤍 ]
Speakfor ur csehfl
[Rosie 🐿 ️ ]
Can us even speak?
[Lili 🐣🤍 ]
Yechniacally we’re texting
[Sooyachu 🐰🐢 ]
If I hear my phone ring one more time I’ll kill you both. We have to be up in like 4 hours. And this took a lot of brain power to compose so I really do mean it I will kill both of you.
[Rosie 🐿 ️ ]
“I’ll kill both of you” lol
[Jennie 🐻💋 | Jennie 🐻 |Jendeukie 🐻 ]
Hell of a night lol <3
That’s where the messages end, there is a lot to process. One thing she did take notice is the fact that Lisa was texting in the group chat which meant she choose to ignore Jennie’s message. And that felt like another level of hurt, that’s she can’t even be entitled to have. She decides to distract herself with music and social media as she waits for the flight to board.
As for the amazing trio, they are regretting every drink they had after the restaurant while they make their way to the airport. They look like every stereotypical idol, hats, sunglasses, masks, hoodies, and sweats. Their team has never heard the girls this quiet before and decided not to mention it. The ride to the airport felt like hell for all of them. Jisoo has the sweats and a headache clingy onto the air conditioner that is pointed at her, while she tries to minimize any kind of stimulus from entering her space. Rosé is suffering from a migraine, all the light and sounds that seems to peek through feels like a gunshot. Lisa is trying her best to focus her attention in the distance as she holds onto the puke that is making its way up her throat.
When they arrive at the airport they still have yet to talk to one another, it’s not because they are mad but they’re all just trying to focus on their own pain. They bow their head—Rosé had trouble coming back up feeling like her brain just moved. Jisoo and Lisa exchange looks to gage whether or not they have to help their bandmate but she comes back up. They wave to the fans one last time before rushing to the entrance of the airport. The girls don’t even bother to wait for their managers as soon as they finished in TSA they were quick to head to the lounge for some comfortable seats. “Oh my god I’m so hungover.” Lisa mutters as they collapse on the airport seats. The two girls slowly nod their head in agreement.
“I’ve never been this hungover.” Jisoo adds tilting her head back as she fans her neck from all the sweat. “I feel great I ran a 5k this morning—” Rosé mumbles, Jisoo and Lisa turn their attention to the blonde in disbelief, “Really?” Lisa eyes pop out in disbelief. Rosé shakes her head bowing it down regretting shaking it in the first place, “No I threw up in the shower.” She mumbles rubbing her temples, all she wants to do is crawl into a ball like a child in a dark closet with noise cancelling headphones not particularly playing anything.
“Don’t say throw up.” Lisa says through her teeth trying to hold it in. Rosie pulls her glasses down a little looking at the best friend. Who doesn’t particularly look that well, she’s pale and her pupils are dilated. Rosie softly hits Jisoo to get her to look at Lisa, “Lisashi you should go to the— “Before she finishes Lisa looks down gathering up her strength “Bathroom.” Lisa quickly excuses herself running away from the girl. One of their managers look at the other two, Jisoo mouths ‘bathroom’. “Unnie— “Rosie groans as she continues to rub her head.
“Mhmm?” Jisoo questions while shushing her at the same time. Her head pounds with every syllable she hears. “Why didn’t you stop us?” Rosé whispers knowing how painful word are right now. Jisoo groans, “I think the alcohol got the best of me and I had a lapse of judgment. “Rosé continues to groan extremely unhappy with everyone. Lisa returns, stopping at their managers asking for them to grab her some water, medication, and a toothbrush. It’s a painful lesson to remember once again how much she should watch herself when she drinks.
***
Jennie’s the first to arrive in Singapore. Happily greeting fans as she exits the airport. It’s dinner time when she gets to the hotel, she’s settled in as much as she can before checking her phone. The team is currently in her room deciding on where to eat. The girls’ plane is arriving much later, but she hopes to catch them at least to say hi. Thankfully they’ve got conjoined rooms but she’s yet to know who she’ll be sharing a wall with. During her flight she couldn’t help as that nagging feeling returned. The same feelings she had when Rosé clings around Lisa, just gnawing at her when she saw those pictures last night.
They are just pictures, more importantly pictures of her friends. Her normal reaction would’ve just been hyping them up. But all she could muster up as a text back was ‘hell of a night’ like what is that. “Jennie are you ready for dinner?” Oppa questions, she nods her head putting her hat and mask back on. The picture of Lisa on someone’s lap doing god knows what lingers, somehow it irritates her more than Rosie being clingy. Their hand placements, the face that they were making with one another. It was all over the top at least from what Jennie can see. If you wanted to have cute pictures together just take selfies. Jennie thought to herself.
The team notice that throughout dinner Jennie was in her own world. She was quiet and consumed by her phone. Usually she would have conversations hear about how the staff felt about Paris or anything. Maybe even ask about how their schedule looks for the next few months. But nothing, she’s consumed by her phone, they couldn’t particularly ask but as people who’s always around her they found this odd. The incident with Kai she was barely on her phone, unlike how others would be after a breakup. She distanced herself so it’s leaving them to wonder what’s got her caught up in her world.
After dinner, Jennie says goodnight to her team. Wanting to get a grasp on her sleep schedule and not think about her bandmates going out last night. And some random woman hanging out with Lisa being a little too touchy. Speaking of touchy why weren’t the managers or bodyguards there. Surely they wouldn’t have let anybody approach the girls like that. Maybe if she was there they wouldn’t have been approached at all. It really just just be FOMO and annoying to see her friends have fun without her. She’s just a little protective of her friends and wants to be sure that no one was taken advantage of last night.
Jennie hears a faint knock on her door, she looks through the peep hole and sees one of the managers, “The girls are here, Rosé is to your left and Jisoo is to your right. Lisa’s room is just past Rosé’s I just got done letting them know how most of these rooms are cojoined. Sorry for the interruption, goodnight.” He bows his head before walking away, Jennie closes her door and immediately grabs her phone to text Jisoo.
[Sooyachu 🐰🐢 ]
Can you let me in please 🥺
She hears the door on the other side unlock and open, “Unnie!” Jennie shouts, Jisoo is happy to be reunited with her best friend. It’s never the same without all of them there. Jennie pulls her in for a hug while also pulling her into her room. When the younger girl finally let’s go, Jisoo collapses on top of her bed letting out the biggest groan that she’s ever released. Jennie sits across from her wrapping herself with a blanket, “How was the flight?” Jennie questions, Jisoo is reminded of a hell of an iconic flight definitely one for the books. She doesn’t mind long haul flights—truthfully she never has, “Well Chaeyoung, Lisa and I all spent the first half of our flight hungover—we’ve never been this hungover, Jendeuki—Lisa kept throwing up. I felt like I was going through menopause and Chaeyoung couldn’t sleep because of her head. It was not a good time.” Jisoo explains.
Jennie reaches out massaging the eldest hands. “Damn—I’m sorry about the shitty flight—“Jennie chuckles but Jisoo shrugs, “Still a fun night. What about you? How was your flight?” she could tell that there’s something that Jennie wants to say. But she’s holding it back but Jisoo doesn’t have a clue as to what she wants to bring up. Maybe she did talk to Kai or maybe she has been thinking about Lisa romantically—truthfully it could be anything. “It was fine. I’m just tired—I didn’t get to have a crazy night like you guys—“she jokes but Jisoo can tell she’s setting something up.
“Why weren’t oppa’s or bodyguards there?” she adds, and there it was. Jisoo saw the videos and pictures she sent last night. Maybe it was her drunk brain but either way the plan is genius. She’s getting exactly what her drunk self knew was going to happen—a reaction from Jennie. “They were there for dinner but somehow Rosé got them to agree to let us have the night. As long as we were back by 1 or latest by 2. “Jisoo explains waiting for Jennie’s reaction, but Jennie’s good at keeping face. “Ah no wonder you guys were so trashed—those messages made no sense. And your pictures—glossy eyed.” Jennie teases, there it is—the perfect opportunity for Jisoo to bring up the events of last night. Especially the one of Lisa finishing herself on some stranger’s lap.
“Oh yeah—I barely remember half of when we took those. Way too many free drink— “Jisoo jokes, Jennie’s head perks up clearly taking the older girls bait. “Free—really?” she croaks, she knows how attractive her bandmates are but getting free drinks doesn’t sound like they were keeping themselves a low profile or being safe. “Yeah—it started with Chaeyoung—this girl was flirting it up with our blonde baby. Then there was a few people that kept buying our drinks anytime we went up to the bar to buy it ourselves. And Lisa—“Jisoo jokes reminiscing about what happened with Lisa. Nothing out of the ordinary from what was happening with Rosie but Jisoo wanted to see how far she could take it with Jennie.
“Well you know her—the crowd fell in love with her. From there we we’re set for the rest of the night—anytime she was up by that bar it was always someone new and free drinks.” Jennie tenses up and Jisoo quickly notices and decides to add a little more flavour to the story, “But there was this one girl that caught her eye and they were practically attached at the hip—she’s the one that took photos for us and with us.” Jennie quickly rolls her eyes and Jisoo can’t help but smile at her small victory. The senior knows that there is something between these two dumb dumbs. She’s surprise that the maknae is the first one to notice but now it feels like she has to nudge her best friend in the same direction before it’s too late.
As for Jennie she finally knows who’s head and lap it belongs too. The gnawing feeling returns only it’s come back tenfold. Lisa allowed to flirt with whoever she wants but— “Nini?” Jisoo snaps her fingers in front of the Jennie and she turns her attention back to the conversation. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah just worried me a little how drunk you guys were last night and I wanna be sure that no one takes advantage of you guys.” She rambles not really making any sense, “—Riiiiight—Well as you can see we are a—okay—we’ll except for Lisa her stomach is bugging her like crazy. Anyways—I’m gonna head back and get some rest. I love you—good night.” She smiles at the younger girl giving her one last hug. Jennie decides to do the same thing, no point in dwelling on did happened last night. Jisoo wasn’t lying about Lisa though—her stomach wasn’t letting up. The only thing that she could keep down was liquids. Managers are currently on a hunt for some medicine for the younger girl.
It stopped when she fell asleep during the flight. Everyone thought she was in the clear, she ate the next meal provided. But an hour after she ate she went running back into the bathroom. The only thing in her stomach was fluids and sometimes that pushed it. She’s been resting in her bed as soon as she arrived at the hotel, Jisoo checked in with her quickly but the maknae insisted that she’s going to okay. But Jisoo didn’t believe her so as the eldest she texted Rosie to check in before the blonde went to bed.
“Lisashi?” Rosé softly taps on the door as she slowly enters, Lisa is nowhere to be found. She calls out for her one more time, “Lisa?” she says in her Australian accent, she hears a faint coughing coming from the bathroom. She makes her way to see the younger girl wrapped up by the toilet. Lisa lifts her head up, “Are you okay!” Rosie rushes to the maknae who is exhausted. Lisa smiles at the blonde, “Yes—oppa’s gave me medication and something to eat but the eating part didn’t hold up so well.” Rosie starts to rub the younger woman’s back a little worried about everything. “Do you want me to grab one of the oppa’s—Jisoo-ni—anyone?” Rosie questions, Lisa shakes her head, “The medication is working, already—I think it’s just pulling out the rest of whatever is making me this sick.” Lisa sighs, Rosie hates that she doesn’t want any help, the medication might be helping but it takes a while until it goes into full effect and the younger girl can be comfortable enough to sleep.
“Do you need anything from me then?” she questions, Lisa looks around “Just company and make sure I don’t fall asleep on top of the toilet.” Lisa jokes making Rosé laugh, she looks around the room to find a small trash can, she excuses herself quickly to find that plastic bag that’s always wrapped around ice containers. Once she finds that she wraps the plastic around the trash can placing it on the nightstand then she returns to Lisa. “Why don’t we get you into some comfy clothes and to bed?” Rosie suggests, the taller girl nods—Rosé excuses herself to give Lisa the bathroom to change but she carefully waits outside the door to make sure that if Lisa does need anything she is right there. Lisa comes out in some sweats, a little more colourful than she looked at the start of the day. Rose puts takes her arm helping her get to bed, there she softly places Lisa at the edge of the bed. She watches as the taller girl makes herself comfortable and grabs a chair setting up next to the bed, then grabs a few more water bottles for Lisa. “Thank you Chaeng.” Lisa says barely a whisper, the blonde figures she can stay until Lisa falls asleep.
It didn’t take too long for Lisa to do so; Rosie isn’t surprised the girl’s been sick for more than 24 hours. Her body is probably exhausted having to deal with this, everybody always assumes that being the younger girl out of the group she’s the party animal. It matches her personality to be the party animal in the group but she’s surprisingly not. Lisa likes to party as much as the next person but she performs as her career, sometimes the last thing you want to do is be in a room full of people where you have to dance and sing only this time is supposed to be for fun. Maybe the younger girl just has to build a tolerance when it comes to a night out, Rosie thought to herself, she loves how peaceful Lisa looks when she’s sleeping. Despite everything they fight about she always caves and forgives the taller girl. She can’t even fathom not having Lisa around because no matter what happens the maknae always puts a smile on her face. There is a pull that Rosé wants to give into—she just wants to tou—
There’s a faint knock on the door, which is odd, its 2 am who else could be up at this time. She softly walks over and doesn’t bother to look through the peep hole, there reveals Jennie with a bag of things. “Unnie—hi.” Rosie whispers, Jennie’s heart seems to fall out of her chest and down to her stomach at the sight of Rosie in Lisa’s room. She tries her best to cover her shock and disappointment, “Hi—I was just—”
“Wait did Jisoo-ni ask you to stop by?” Rosie questions, Jennie found this as a perfect excuse instead of having to come up with one. “Yes—so if you want to shower or get some rest I can stay with Lisa if you want.” She smiles letting herself in, Rosé nods “Okay that’d be lovely—I have to shower I feel stinky—but she was on the floor when I got in but I set up the trash can for her and I’ve just been making sure she doesn’t need anything you know.” Rosé says to the older girl, Jennie nods her head putting the plastic bag down on the nightstand. Rosie hugs the older girl, “Thank you unnie” she says in the hug before saying goodnight and closing the door. Jennie takes out everything she asked the team to grab for Lisa which consisted, blue Gatorade, ginger ale, ramen, and some crackers. She sets up them up nicely so it’s easy for Lisa to grab in the middle of the night. Jennie grabs the extra blanket on the bed and sets up camp on the chair that Rosé had set up but as she’s about to sit she hears, “I’m cold, Chaeyoung come here please.” Lisa begs turning around making room towards the edge of the bed. Jennie is frozen does she get in bed with the younger girl, “Park Chaeyoung—I am freezing.” She moans shivering, Jennie decides to go against what her brain is telling her. She opens the comforter, softly getting in bed when she finally lays down Lisa reaches her hand out to grab Jennie’s arm to wrap it around her. Lisa pushes herself against the older girl feeling comfortable, Jennie on the other hand is frozen as her heart practically tries to beat out of her chest.
This shouldn’t be something that makes her nervous, they use to do this it shouldn’t be any different now—right?
***
The next morning, Jennie woke up to an empty bed, she thought that Lisa would be in the bathroom but she didn’t hear any shuffling in the bathroom either. Jennie stands up and opens her eyes to see no one in the room at all, but her suitcase was open it’s clear that she left already. Jennie grabs her phone and exits the room promptly not wanting to think about last night or what Lisa’s reaction was. She tries to quickly make her way back to her room without running into anyone, thankfully the universe was on her side. When she glanced at her phone she saw that she had about 30 minutes before she’s supposed to meet up with the girls to head to the venue. She quickly gets ready while grabbing everything she needs for rehearsals. Jennie arrives with about 5 minutes to spare before she was going to get summoned, she sees Rosie and Lisa engulfed in one another while Jisoo’s sipping on some coffee. She apologizes for being late but it doesn’t catch the younger member’s attention, the team starts to head out of the hotel. The youngest members lead the oldest members, Jisoo can’t help but notice how Jennie keeps glancing at Lisa while the youngest doesn’t seem to notice. “Everything okay?” Jisoo speaks up, Jennie pulls her glance away from Lisa and puts her sunglasses on.
“Yeah—didn’t sleep well last night what about you?” Jennie answers the senior smiling as if she didn’t just get caught watching Lisa the whole she came down. Jisoo sighs, “I slept okay I was worried about Lisa but I’m glad to see she’s feeling much better today. She has some colour today; she was so pale yesterday.” Jisoo answers and she’s right when she saw the younger girl last night she looked like a vampire, Jennie smiles not wanting to say anything just in case she says the wrong thing. Like letting Jisoo know how she spent the night cuddling with the younger girl. She doesn’t want to give out the wrong idea especially because she doesn’t even know why she stayed—knowing her brain was yelling that she should just go. That something about her staying that night would complicate everything with Lisa and even complicate her feelings for the younger girl. She didn’t use to get so nervous touching the younger girl, normally she would’ve gotten in that bed without any hesitation. Usually seeing her friends have fun without her wouldn’t make her blood boil, seeing someone wrapped up with Lisa never use to annoy her and now— “Jendeukie—do you want to sit in the back or sit up here?” Jisoo questions, Jennie looks to see Rosé in the back while Lisa’s in the front with sunglasses and headphones on, she might still be a little nauseous. Jennie points to Rosé and heads to the back, Jisoo tries her best not to read into that but definitely takes notes. She makes eye contact with Rosé and the blonde nods acknowledging what Jisoo is saying.
Rehearsals go as planned but everyone in the group could tell that Lisa is still preserving her energy to ensure that she doesn’t push herself too far tonight. During their break Lisa returned to the green room to hydrate and rest, Jennie decided to head to catering for some food leaving Jisoo and Rosé by themselves. “Thank you for telling Nini to come and check on Lisa I really needed to—”
“I didn’t tell her to check in on Li—”
“Well that’s what she said last night—she even had a bag of things for her.”
“Wait—it makes sense now—Lisa won’t look at her and Jennie was late today. Jennie is never late—which means she didn’t sleep in her room last night!” Jisoo exclaims, Rosé confuse as to how the senior got here. “How do you know that?”
“I knocked on her door to see if she wanted to go down together, I didn’t get an answer so I went in to check and see if she was even in her room. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she was the first one there. But when I got downstairs I was the first one, then when Lisa came down she got tense when someone mentioned Nini—then Nini came down and Lisa won’t look at her. So they slept in the same room last night.” Jisoo explains, Rosé eyes practically one to pop out of her head.
“They slept in the same room last night.” Rosé repeats.
Chapter 9: are now full of water
Chapter Text
Concerts went on just like normal it starts to blend halfway through each leg of the tour and the only thing that helps is them getting to explore for a bit. But sometimes with their hectic schedule they rehearse and perform for one night in one city then they are on a plane soon as they get off the stage. For Lisa that’s probably what blends her days the most and the fact that she’s got a system for what she does on stage with each member. Knowing blinks are quick to assume why one interaction with one member is longer, or why she didn’t hold hands while somebody was reaching out, she knows that they are quick to simulate a situation. Which means, fan services went on to keep their image going and keep the fans happy. And outside of the concerts, Lisa and Rosé have been busy with a lot of zoos, aquariums museums and shopping, for Lisa it was long enough to be away from the other girl and fun enough to see cities. As for Rosé she was just happy to accompany her best friend, believing that this is what she needs. By the looks of it, it was—though Jennie and Lisa don’t really hold a long conversation these days but it’s better than them fighting which the other girls appreciate.
After their show in Taipei the girls returned to Korea to shoot Kill This Love, followed by some promotions and live performances. In between that they have rehearsals for Coachella, and then they’ll be back in the states to promote their new song as well as them performing for Coachella. It’s been pretty busy which Lisa loves because she wakes up to spend the day with her bandmates for recordings, rehearsals, or promotions. After work she gets to dance a little longer with Cheshir to get rid of anything that might’ve happened during the day with Jennie. It didn’t happen often but sometimes she took it a little too far with their interaction leaving both of them to linger and she couldn’t get mad at anyone but herself. Slowly but surely her emotions are chipping away, as her days are busier. She also started to get back into walking by the Han River just like she use too. Whenever she missed home, or she found herself overwhelmed with her feelings about Jennie. Being around the water always seem to calm her mind. It’s amazing how much time away from cameras can do, sometimes it gets a little too tiring to pretend to be someone. It doesn’t help that her feelings were true, but recently despite spending time with Jennie she can feel herself outgrow her feelings for the older girl. She’s surprise to even find herself at the dorms at times participating in game nights with the girls, even sleeping in her old room. Lisa didn’t seem to mind it felt like how it was before all of this confession stuff.
The tension in the air is slowly disappearing, gently she’s encouraging conversations with Jennie even have moments with her naturally where it’s not awkward. This image that she has with Jennie is slowly dissipating. Since Lisa’s been so caught up in her thoughts with the dancing and walks. Looking back on it, it felt like teenage love—infatuation at the idea of the person. Pining after them believing that someday they could ever love you back. The more that Lisa’s had time to process it she’s come to realize that what made the whole thing so painful was the humiliation. The chastening realisation that she liked someone so much that she romanticised almost every interaction only to realise Jennie probably never once thought about her like that and she was being delusional. Truly that it’s not Jennie’s fault that she doesn’t feel the same way.
It’s been a freeing idea, coming to that conclusion. Honestly it’s what’s been putting her in a better mood. And probably the fact that they don’t have to be on stage for the next few weeks. Touching each other and flirting as if there’s something there. Feeding all those things that Lisa’s thought about in the past when it came to Jennie. She doesn’t have to pretend and put on a brave face. Everyone can tell there’s a difference in Lisa, they can feel the old Lisa coming back to herself.
As for Jennie, well, she’s been spending a lot of time with Chahee and her mom. It’s good to be able to spend time with people outside of the group, helps her recharge. And it’s given her a lot of perspective about her relationship with Lisa because, it seemed like everyone knew how Lisa feels about her. It’s as if she’s the only one that’s never noticed how in love Lisa’s been with her. Those interactions that Jisoo, Chahee, Rosé, Irene and her mom pointed out she thought they were just a friend being a friend. She never looked further into why Lisa was doing it or the way that Lisa looks at her when she would do those things for Jennie. But it explains a lot of her expectations when she was seeing Kia. Jennie appreciates people who; do things for her without her having to ask, listen carefully, give her their jacket, block out the sun when it hits her eyes, and someone who matches her pace especially when she’s in heels.
It's not fair to compare how Kai treated her versus how Lisa did because Lisa has years on him. But something about the fact that she never had to tell Lisa how to do those things is just so touching. Sometimes when Lisa would do those things it even surprised her—even now despite what happened between them, Lisa effortlessly does those things. It’s become reactive for the younger girl; Lisa never knew that those things mean a lot for Jennie she just did them for her not because she thought it would make the older girl fall for her. But she just did it because she could tell Jennie appreciated it.
Ever since that night in Singapore, Jennie’s feelings for Lisa have shifted. She paced around her room for a good hour trying to talk herself out of seeing the younger girl. She was trying to respect Lisa’s wishes by giving her space but she just wants to see her. Make sure she’s okay—possibly yell at her for being foolish and drinking so much. She just needed to see her, she woke up her bodyguard and asked him to go to the store with her. She apologised for the inconvenience and rushed to Lisa’s room. It hurt her seeing Rosé there already and from her perspective it looked like she was about to get in bed with the taller girl.
So it came as a surprise to Jennie when Rosé was there because Jisoo had asked her to check in on Lisa. She’s always felt safer around Lisa, they hadn’t been that close in a long time. In truth she was just going to check in and drop off the gifts but when she heard Lisa asking someone to stay—she caved. Something about hearing Rosie’s name instead of hers at Lisa request stung Jennie. Despite it only being a couple of weeks without her friend she craved Lisa. Her attention, her laugh, those stupid jokes, her radiant positive energy, and her touch.
She missed being wrapped up around Lisa’s arms. Somehow being around those long arms slowed her heartbeat and reassured her. Especially when they’re in airports, Lisa can always tell when her anxiety is acting up. It’s not much and not a lot of people notice it but Jennie appreciates it. Neither of them know when it started but whenever it did start Jennie’s thankful that there’s something that brings her back. When Jennie starts to feel her anxiety creep in, Lisa’s pinky immediately searches for hers. Squeezing it, grounding that anxious energy by letting her know that she’s right there. Even though they’re not exactly the best of friends right now Lisa still does it. It means a lot to Jennie to know there are aspects of their relationship that haven’t changed.
Not spending every waking moment with Lisa has really put her feelings into perspective. Her feelings for Lisa aren’t just friendship anymore something is growing outside of it and she wants to talk about it. When they got back to Korea, Jennie spent a few days with her mom. She wanted to let her know about everything, the fight with Lisa, her accidental text, and that night in Singapore. Her mother could tell that she was in love with the girl just by the way she was talking about everything they went through in the last month.
“We were fine on stage; you know how we are—we joke—we flirt—she was flirty with Rosie and Jisoo-ni even me at times. Everything felt fine but then she yelled at me and Lisa never yells at anyone umma.” Jennie explains as she watches her mother fix up dinner, various clanging going on behind her. Her mother patiently waits for her only daughter to finally come to the conclusion that everyone has come too. “What did she say?” she answers as her daughter prepares to dish out what the maknae said to the older girl. “How—she could take all the winks, hearts, during the concert but somehow when I touch her—which I assume she’s talking about our choreography—I mean honestly—”
“Did you hug her or something?” Her mother wonders, Jennie sighs knowing that she did. “I might’ve hugged her multiple times and possibly taken her away from Jisoo during the fan goodbye—but that’s beside the point because she hugged Rosie and Jisoo—”
“But there is a point—she’s not pining after Jisoo or Rosie. She’s in love with you Jennie. All those things you do on stage together—she probably has thought of outside of that situation. She’s probably thought about being able to love you the way she acts with you on stage.” Her mother points out and it breaks her heart that she’s never thought of it like that. “Why did you pull her away from Jisoo?” her mother demands, to see if Jennie can be honest with herself for once.
“I—I—I don’t know—I just usually—I don’t know I wanted to be around her. And I knew she wouldn’t say no because we would be around fans.” Jennie stutters, her mom stops prepping and turns to face her child in disappointment. Jennie bows her head, “i—”
“Why did you stay with her in Singapore—even though she was calling for Chaeyoung?” her mother continues to probe, but Jennie is quiet—her gut wants to say what her brain is refraining her to feel all this time but if she can safely confess what she thinks she’s been feeling—surely it can be with her mother. “I wanted to stay. I needed to know that she was going to be okay—I really wasn’t planning on falling asleep it’s just that—”
“Did you know that we often feel sleepy around those we feel safe around.” Her mom interrupts, “Okay?” she shakes her head in confusion, “How do you honestly feel about her sweetie because it feels like we are skirting around it all.” Her mom once again stops what she’s doing. “What do you mean?” Jennie questions, “You’ve been home for a whole week. All you’ve done is talk about Lisa—you come home from work and all I hear is Lisa this—Lisa that. She wasn’t even at the shoot you had yesterday and an outfit was it? Reminded you of something she wore or thought about wearing. And when you do have something with the group—the group might I add—all you can talk about is how your interactions with Lisa went that day—or how Rosie made Lisa laugh despite her joke according to you wasn’t even that funny—”
“But that’s just me talking about my day—” Jennie tries to reason with her mother but even she doesn’t buy what she’s saying. Her mom sighs giving her that ‘I know you know what I’m trying to get at’ smile. “So what I’m hearing is all you can think about all day is Lisa. Even you didn’t talk about Kai this much—I’m not asking you to say anything to me because it won’t do you any good but I think you know who you have to talk too.”
She took what her mom had said into consideration she really has, but she also had to take into consideration what Jisoo had said about Lisa. Jisoo went home for a couple of days and took Lisa with her, the maknae is very close with her family so it isn’t too out of the ordinary. During their time there Lisa and Jisoo finally got to deep dive into what’s been going on with the maknae. Ever since tour they could only have moments of discussing every little thing. But now Jisoo can finally listen to everything that Lisa has to say especially since she’s ready to let go of Jennie and this idea that she has of Jennie.
“I appreciate you coming with me to see my family. They are very excited that you’re here.” Jisoo starts making conversation as they’re sitting outside by the fire, everyone else had gone inside since they have to get to work tomorrow. Lisa smiles, she loves being around Jisoo’s family, “Thank you for letting me come, you guys practically raised me.” Lisa says staring into the fire, Jisoo can tell that the maknae’s got a lot on her mind and this is one of those rare moments where they won’t be interrupted for a show, a taping, a shoot, anything, for once they’ve got all the time in the world. “How’ve you been feeling—about everything I mean—with you and Jennie?” Jisoo questions, Lisa looks up at the senior then back at the fire trying to collect her thoughts.
“Recently I am in a place of healing and hurting all at the same time. If that makes sense—” she pauses, Jisoo nods, Lisa exhales “I think that—I just have to let her go because in reality I wasn’t in love with her. I’m in love with the idea that I have of her and I convinced so much of myself that that same idea and the Jennie that is actually in my life are the same people. Which is obviously not the case—I miss being her friend and I think I really just needed to separate those two people from my head. She’s made it very clear that she’ll never reciprocate those feelings for me and I’ve been working on that—and it’s a slow pace but its better now. I feel really guilty about yelling at her while we were in Manila but I was speaking in a place of hurt so I hope she understands that—”
“She does—” Jisoo comforts which Lisa appreciates, “I don’t think I told anyone this but she texted me that night in New York.” She pause again trying to remember all the Jennie had bared into that text. Jisoo sits up in interest, “She said she was sorry for hurting me and that it was never her intention to brag her love in front of me. That she cares for me and how her days without me have been painful and hell but she recognized how selfish that was. To miss me at that moment, but she said that she couldn’t manage to fill my whole presence if it were to leave her. A part of me screamed to text her back and let her know that everything was going to be okay and clearly it is but I couldn’t. I wanted her to feel the pain that I was feeling I think that’s why I drank so much because I was hurting and I felt guilty.” Lisa confesses, Jisoo says nothing and simply listens to Lisa. Her actions and feelings are all valid.
“Then when we were in Singapore—I woke up with her in my arms and for a minute I felt like that’s where I belonged and then reality just hit me that she’ll never feel the same. You know—she’ll never look at me and think that that’s where she belongs. That she feels safe around me—for a moment I had a lapse of judgement because I just wanted to be with her so badly. I think that’s what made this all so hard you know—I thought that sitting back and watching her fall in love with somebody else was painful. But this… trying to get over someone who was never yours, it hurts that she knows and yet will still never look at me like how I look at her. This is another kind of stinging that I never thought I had to get through.” Lisa tears slowly fall down her cheek, Jisoo gets up from her seat to sit by Lisa and wipe her tears away. She knows how deeply Lisa feels but she didn’t know it could hurt her this much. It pains to see her two best friends be in so much pain but not be able to do much for them.
“Do you hate her?” Jisoo spoke, “Of course not.” Lisa quickly replies. The older girl tightens their hug.
When they returned from the trip Jennie decided to go to lunch with Jisoo to talk about what her mother has been saying to see if it’s a good idea to talk to Lisa to even see if she’d be open to it. They got the small talk out of the way of course and Jennie finally gains the valour to say, “I want to talk to Lisa and I wanted to see how you felt about the idea.”
Jisoo quickly chokes on her meal, Jennie laughs wondering if the idea is really all that bad to make her choke. Jisoo shakes her head as she tries to control the food from going down the wrong pipe. “I mean—”
“Does she still talk about me?” Jennie’s invasive thoughts got the best of her as she speaks without thinking. Jisoo is taken back by Jennie’s statement; she didn’t think that it would come to this. She thought that they would talk a little bit about Lisa then the rest of the tour. “Sorry—you don’t have to answer—I shouldn’t have asked.” Jennie shakes her head trying to change the topic.
Jisoo sighs, “Not like she used to…” she starts to say, Jennie picks her head up and stops playing with her pastry, “Excuse me?” she inquiries, Jisoo sympathetically smiles again, “She doesn’t talk about you like she used to…now when she hears your name, when someone brings you up she’ll look at the few of us who know with these eyes. These brilliant, melancholy eyes of hers and in that moment…you’d think that all the sadness of the world was forced into this one body, one soul, this one heart that is so fragile and close to breaking. Then she’ll put on a smile that is so obviously forced it’s kind of painful to see. She might space out or change the subject. Not because she doesn’t want to talk about you, but because she can’t. I can tell she’s hurting…she hides it well but deep down she is.” Jisoo describes and Jennie can’t help but feel the tears in her eyes form. She grabs the napkin from the table and begins to wipe them off before they come down.
“But you should know—that if you do want to talk to her this would be a better time. I only said what I said because I know you deserve the truth, the actual truth, for once just please be honest with yourself. Whatever that may mean—” Jisoo instructs and Jennie nods. They went on about their lunch and decided to talk anything else. Jisoo knows that if they were to continue talking about Lisa, Jennie will intellectualize her feelings and won’t tell Lisa how she really truly feels.
After their meet up they decided to head back to the dorm together Lisa obviously wasn’t there. But she knew that Lisa was in the studio which meant that she was going to get the driver to drop Jennie off of at YG. She asks the front desk what studio Lisa’s rehearsing in and headed towards that familiar studio. It’s the same studio they use to hang out in when Lisa needed help with her voice lessons and arrangements. Jennie knows that this room had some nostalgia and it has a special place in each girl’s heart. She hears the familiar thumping of hip hop music coming from the room, her palms are sweaty and a part of her wants to turn around and not do this at all. But she hears the door opening up and see’s Cheshir coming out with a smiling Lisa. “I know I just—that part that goes—Jennie—” Lisa stops halfway through to see the shorter girl in front of her. “Hi, Cheshir—” she greets the both of them, “What are you doing here?” Lisa questions.
“Can we talk?” Jennie requests, Lisa turns to the choreographer, “Is it okay if we continue this tomorrow?” she probes, the older woman nods returning to the studio to grab her things. She says goodbye to girls. They wait in silence until Jennie points at the studio. They both chuckle and head inside, they sit in silence again. Lisa cuts the tension with a chuckle, “Sorry I just had a whole speech ready and now that you’re in front of me—I can’t seem to remember anything I wanted to say to you.” Jennie jokes. Lisa tries not to let her anxiety win so she decides to put her things away. Jennie follows Lisa around with her eyes, ‘JUST SAY IT!’’ her thoughts shout.
“I miss you.” She says barely a whisper, Lisa stops for a moment. “What are you talking about? We were just together yesterday?” Lisa knew damn well what Jennie meant. But it feels so good to hear the older girl say that to her. Like she’s not the only one that’s been craving attention. Jennie sighs, Lisa can tell she’s already beating herself up, “No I mean—I miss having you around. And I know that you are here—I am trying to respect your wishes by giving you space. I just—you’re not here—I miss how you’d made me laugh—I miss your hugs—I miss your jokes—You’re around but I can’t feel you. And it sucks because you make me feel safe and composed. I miss you.” Jennie explains this is what she can remember from her prepared speech.
Lisa finishes grabbing her things and slings it over her shoulder. “Jennie— “she stops for a moment reminding herself that this is her best friend Jennie. Her friend, nothing more than that “I miss you too. I appreciate that you’ve been giving me space it’s helped a lot. I think that I really needed to separate you from the idea I had of you. You know? I just couldn’t do it with you around touching me the way that you normally would because it started to send mixed signals to me. Which I know was not your intention—I’m really sorry about what happened in Manila. I was speaking from a place of pain. I know it won’t be easy to get back to the way it was but—I can tell we’re slowly but surely moving on.” Lisa says confidently, Jennie’s speechless. It’s been what she’s wanted to hear but she doesn’t seem satisfied if anything she’s a little disheartened.
It feels like rejection, but rejection from what. Lisa comes in for a hug and for once Jennie can feel that the young woman mean it. She melts into this hug, reaching her arms all the way around Lisa’s waist. Hearing the thumping of her heartbeat on her ear. Lisa feels a sense of relief with having Jennie in her arms. It may be nothing more than friendship but that’s enough for Lisa. She’s not fully over Jennie but she needs her friend more than anything. Jennie shifts her head to look up at the younger girl, Lisa looks down. They share a smile, then Jennie shifts her eyes to Lisa lips and Lisa follows. Jennie looks back in Lisa’s eyes searching for something anything to let her know to stop. But she doesn’t see anything that’s telling her no, she looks back down at Lisa lips. She bites her own as she tip toes slowly closing the gap between her and Lisa, the younger girl is frozen in place. She’s in shock—she didn’t think that this was where their talk would go. Lisa doesn’t end the kiss instead she bends down meeting Jennie halfway capturing the same lips she’s been craving since Thailand.
Their kiss is sweet, soft, and slow. Jennie’s stomach is filled with butterflies going up and down, she feels like she’s finally getting a fix from something she didn’t know she needed this whole time. Lisa tries to pull away to ensure that they don’t keep going and get into something they both regret but Jennie snakes her hand around Lisa’s neck pulling her back down into the kiss. She tilts her head indicating the continuation of this kiss. Lisa can’t even protest knowing how much she’s melting at the softness of the older girls’ lips. The bags slips off of Lisa’ shoulder as she explores further down Jennie’s back, while Jennie’s hand separate one located on the back of Lisa’s neck tugging every now and again driving the younger girl crazy. The other resting on top of Lisa’s collar bone almost as like an anchor trying to hold herself together—as a way to let herself know not to go further. While Lisa’s hands are exploring they reach the end of the older girl’s shirt while it was resting on her waist. She squeezes earning a moan from Jennie, she takes that opportunity to slide her tongue on Jennie’s bottom lip requesting access for more. Jennie is drunk on ecstasy she can’t pull away from this kiss and happily grants Lisa for more.
Chapter 10: lovely to be
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Jennie wants more, she pulls away from the kiss pushing Lisa towards the wall, once she feels Lisa’s back hit the wall she tilts Lisa’s head back. Gaining access to the younger girl’s neck, she runs her tongue along the sweet scent of Lisa’s perfume. A moan escape Lisa as the contact of Jennie’s tongue around her neck sucking on her pulse. Then brushing it over with her tongue to ease the pain, she can’t even begin to wrap her mind around what’s happening. Does Jennie want her? As reality slowly starts to slip in and the logical answer to pull away sets in, Jennie pulls her back into a kiss. ‘Fuck it.’ Lisa thought to herself tapping Jennie legs to wrap them around Lisa’s hourglass waist. She didn’t want to waste any more time, “I wanna go.” Jennie requests breathlessly, Lisa nods softly putting Jennie down and holding the older girl’s hands. She grabs her things quickly exiting the studio hoping that neither of them feel logic start to creep in and lose the moment.
They greet the driver, but it’s the same driver that drove Jisoo and Jennie they’re so focus and enamoured by the kiss that they didn’t notice that they were returning to the dorm. But it’s too late to say anything they just hope that no one is home as they make their way up the elevator they stop for a moment in the hallway. Right by one of the camera’s blindsides, Lisa pushes Jennie up against the wall crashing their lips together. Jennie moans at the quick contact, Lisa pushes her head up as Lisa sucks on her pulse then walks away to open the dorm. Jennie bites her lips; she can’t help the warmth that grows in her stomach. She collects herself and follows the taller girl who’s patiently waiting for her with lusts in her eyes. They unlock the door, the relief of seeing nobody feeding their lust Jennie grabs Lisa’s hands letting the door slam. Jennie pulls them towards her room and disaster strikes, “Unnie?!” she hears the familiar blonde voice quickly walking out of her room, Lisa drops her hands creating space between and the older girl.
Rosé gets to where Lisa and Jennie are and she’s surprise to see the maknae “Lisashi” she smiles, Lisa returns the smile, “What are you doing here?” Rosé questions. Lisa panics for a moment and turns to her room, “I forgot something that’s all.” Lisa turns to her room, she looked at her empty room spun in a circle then walked out. Rosé and Jennie turn to look at her, “It’s not here—well I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” Lisa quickly exits not looking at both girls, frustration doesn’t even begin to explain how the girls feel.
The driver returns to pick up Lisa from the dorm to take her to her apartment, her brain’s consumed by all of the flashbacks of what occurred between her and Jennie. She thanks the driver as he pulls away, as she is making her way to unlock her door her phone begins to frantically vibrate. She struggles to open the door and drop her things by the kitchen counter, she pulls her phone out to disappointingly see BamBam’s name. She hasn’t talked to him since she’s been back to Korea and it’s been a while since they saw each other. Maybe it’ll be a good distraction to not think about what just happened between her and Jennie.
‘Hello!’ she greets,
‘Noona!’ he screams over the phone making Lisa laugh, she goes about her normal chores as she stays on the phone.
‘How are you?’
‘Good—I just wanted to give you a call I heard you were back in Korea—did you wanna meet up like a dinner or something?’
‘Yes I would love that! Did you have a date in mind?’
‘Are you free tomorrow?’
‘I mean we’ve got a performance then I think a photoshoot and rehearsals but I’ll be free around 8—did you wanna stop by my apartment we can order some take out?’
‘Yeah that sounds like fun—how’s your tour going?’
‘Good—interesting—you know how tour can be—what about you guys how’s the new album coming?’
‘It’s going we should we releasing new music soon so that’ll be fun. But alright I have to get back into the studio—I’ll see you tomorrow NOOOOOONA!’ Bambam shouts before he hangs up.
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Next Morning
The girls had an early call for their rehearsals and Lisa is the last person to be picked up before they head to the studio. She’s spent the whole night tossing and turning thinking about that kiss, especially how it clearly was going to escalate. Those soft lips running up and down her neck, hearing Jennie softly humming against her skin. Lisa’s so busy daydreaming about that kiss that the water starts to burn her hand, she pulls her hand away cursing at herself. She turns the water a little colder bending down to wash her face. Reaching out for her face wash she notices a little bruise on her neck, but she’s not sure if it’s her sleepy eyes playing a joke on her. Lisa rubs her eyes with more water but it only clarified the truth, she’s got a hickey. It’s not too big but it’s obvious enough to see that there is a mark. “Shit.” She says out loud, after cleaning up she returns the clothes she had picked out. Instead of loose-fitting clothes with layers she’s got to wear a turtleneck for the rest of the day.
[Rosie 💩🐿 ️ ]
How do you get rid of hickey?
[Rosie 💩 🐿 ️ ]
A hickey? How the hell am I supposed to know! WHO GAVE YOU A HICKEY?
Lisa puts her phone away and continues to get dressed but her phone continues to buzz. She doesn’t bother to look at her phone knowing that they’ll probably be outside in less than 5 minutes. Lisa glances at herself in the mirror one last time to ensure that the hickey can’t be seen. Thankfully it can’t be, she grabs her daily things like water, extra clothes, and other miscellaneous things that help make her day go by.
Lisa gets down to the lobby of her apartment, she sees the familiar black van pull up. The bodyguards form a soft path for her to follow that creates a space between her and the paparazzi. When she gets in all eyes are on her, its quiet until the door closes and the girls erupt in curiosity. “A hickey!” “Who gave it to you?” “Is that why you came back to the dorm last night?” “Let me see it!” most of these questions came from Jisoo and Rosie. Lisa looks back at Jennie to see her eyes close but she’s having a hard time believing that she is asleep with all of this ruckus.
Jisoo reaches out for Lisa’s neck pulling down the turtleneck, she turns to Rosie and gasps. Lisa squints her eyes at Rosie wanting to kill the blonde, and she’s trying her best to avoid the maknae’s eyes. “I thought you were lying! Who did this!” Jisoo shouts—Rosie does her best to keep a straight face. Lisa pulls the eldest hands off of her turtleneck creating space between her and her bandmates. “I don’t want to talk about it.” Lisa groans putting her headphones in and her sunglasses not wanting to hear any teasing or questions.
Jennie’s not asleep, she’s feels her skin burning up. Being reminded of being wrapped up around Lisa last night and the fact that she woke up this morning craving the younger girl. Then hearing that she left a mark on the younger girl’s neck there are very conflicting feelings. She should feel shame, embarrassed, hell she should feel every other emotion. Instead she feels proud marking Lisa, “Jendeukie—we’re here.” Jisoo taps on Jennie’s leg. She pretends to wake up from her fake ass slumber, she smiles at Jisoo. They both step out of the band and stay quiet until they enter the building, the senior pulls her in “You missed it—our little maknae has a hickey on her neck.” She gossips, Jennie gasps as realistic as she can. Not too much to raise an eyebrow but just enough to let her know that she’s in shock.
“Who gave it to her?” Jennie wonders, Jisoo finds the question juicy but decides to keep their conversation going. “She wouldn’t say—but she’s really mad at Rosie.” Jisoo chuckles. “Rosie?” Jennie wonders almost defensive to hear the blondes name, Jisoo giggles. “Yeah, Lisa made a mistake asking her how to get rid of a hickey but Rosie can’t keep secret you know that.” The older girls enter the studio Jennie’s frozen when she realizes that they are in the same studio as they were last night. She makes eye contact with Lisa; the younger girl tilts her eyebrow and Jennie tucks her bottom lip between her teeth. Lisa breaks the contact shaking her head, they go off to drop their things off waiting for the team to come in.
Their choreographer enters along with the dancers for their Coachella number, they greet one another, the choreographer stands in the middle waiting for everyone. Lisa and Jennie stand away from one another putting Rosie and Jisoo right in the middle. The teacher leads stretches and they all follow, usually when she’s rehearsing her game face is on. But her mind is consumed by the images of Jennie wrapping her legs around her waist. Hearing that addicting sound coming out of Jennie, what’s crazy for Lisa is the fact that Jennie has this effect on her and all they did was kiss. Lisa tries to gain control of herself by looking up at herself in the mirror, but her eyes begin to wander to see Jennie stretching normally. She hates that the older girl isn’t being physically affected the way she is right now, it’s especially annoying that she’s got a hickey from her. She didn’t think that Jennie had lingered for that long, or maybe its because she’s never had experienced that before. Her skin is just quick to reach to something like that.
They start to run through all of their songs and finally Lisa is starting to feel like herself, focused on her craft shaping every move. Ensuring there is charisma, control, power and of course talent with each move. The choreographer gives them a break and works on the background dancers, Rosie takes this time to fall on her back finally being able to catch her breath. Jisoo and Lisa take turn munching on some snacks to recover some energy back. The maknae is so busy fighting the eldest for snacks that she didn’t see Jennie step out of the studio, “You know I think you should take your turtleneck off you might just pass out.” Jisoo teases. Lisa hits her in the arm, “Unnie!” she moans but the older girl does have a point she’s sweating like crazy. She’s gotten so far by removing one arm off from the turtleneck.
“Do you have a band aid?” she questions, Jisoo chuckles shaking her head searching for one in her purse. Surprisingly she does, Lisa thanks her and leaves the studio to head to the bathroom. If she had to dance longer with this damn thing on, she’s for sure going to pass out. She tries to unlock the bathroom door but its locked, she doesn’t want to head up to the floor above because she knows they’ll be back to rehearsing. Instead she waits patiently scrolling through her phone. Jennie opens the door to see Lisa waiting right by the door, without thinking she grabs the younger girl’s wrist pulling her into the bathroom. “What the f—” Lisa tries to speak but doesn’t finish, Jennie crashes her lips onto the taller girl pushing her against the wall.
Lisa quickly softens into the kiss as soon as she tastes Jennie’s familiar lipstick running in between her lips. She wraps her hands around the girls cheek gaining control of the kiss. Her brain is ready to split because as much as she loves being wrapped up in Jennie right now she’s getting confused. Lisa softly pushes Jennie away and the older girl is hurt by the sudden distance, “Haven’t you done enough?” Lisa questions pulling the turtleneck down. Jennie arches her eyebrow seeing the bruise herself, she feels proud. “Wipe that smirk off of your face.” But Jennie can’t take Lisa seriously with a hickey on her neck and her lips swollen pink.
“So you think you can just have me?” Lisa questions breaking the tension, Jennie checks the hickey once again and Lisa pulls her hand away. “Can’t I?” her brow inches up before leaving the bathroom. Lisa tries her best to act as if she’s not flustered and changes into the clothes she grabbed. She checks the hickey Jennie left groaning in pure frustration and struggle to put on the band aid. She returns to studio to see everyone waiting for her, she apologizes promptly taking her place next to Jennie. Lisa doesn’t bother to look at her instead she looks at her reflection putting her game face on. The girls are quick to notice the change in Lisa’s demeanour as they wait for the music, Jisoo and Rosé exchange looks a little scared. Moments like this where the maknae changes her demeanour she becomes extremely over critical of herself, and meticulous until she gets the result she wants. Which means they’ll probably run this choreography multiple times or she’ll run it by herself.
And the girls were right she ran that choreography multiple times, up until the others left for their own shoot. Lisa’s the last one to arrive at the shoot seeing that she didn’t have much to do. When she was getting her make up done, she had to mention that she accidentally burned herself with a curly iron. The make-up artist covers the hickey perfectly, when she heads to the shoot she sees her bandmates waiting patiently. Rosie runs up to Lisa hugging her, “Lisa-yah are you still mad at me? I didn’t think it would be a big deal—to be honest I was only asking the unnie’s to see if they knew anything to get rid of it. I’m sorry.” The blonde moans hanging onto the taller girl, she shakes her head as her eyes roam all around the room. It was quick but she saw Jennie glaring at how close Rosie is to Lisa. Lisa decides to play along wrapping her arms around the blonde’s waist pulling her into a hug, “I am still mad at you but it was my mistake thinking I could trust your loudmouth.” Lisa teases planting a kiss on Rosé cheek as they head to the backdrop. Rosie hits her playfully as she continues to hang off of Lisa’s shoulder.
Jennie witness the whole interaction and her blood boils as how quickly Lisa’s actions are getting the best of her. Just when Lisa thought they were making progress, these intimate run-ins with one another continue to complicate their relationship. But that is the last thing Lisa wants to think about right now, so for most of the shoot she was flirty and spent most of her time with Rosé. It didn’t seem out of the ordinary, except Jennie whose jealousy grows with every giggle that comes out of the blonde’s mouth. Lisa of course didn’t even notice that this was getting the best of Jennie, because she’s spent the rest of the day ignoring her.
The older girl can’t blame Lisa’s behaviours because her actions are confusing, in truth she doesn’t know what took over her last night. Lisa just looked so beautiful and she just wanted to feel those soft lips against hers again. She knew she craved Lisa; she didn’t know how to feed into the craving other than kissing her. That moment with Lisa in the studio confirmed one thing for Jennie, she has feelings for the maknae. She wouldn’t be sitting here jealous over her friends who are merely hanging out. She wouldn’t have been angry to see someone arms around Lisa’s waist during a night out if she didn’t feel anything for the girl other than friendship. She wouldn’t be craving the younger girls touch or lips if there wasn’t an ounce of love in her body for Lisa.
“Jendeukie—hello?!” Jisoo bumps into her trying to get her attention, she turns to Jisoo and smiles. “Sorry yes?” Jennie responds, Jisoo follows the girls eyeline and it lands on the maknae’s of the group. She looks back at Jennie who is now on her phone, “Anyways the show cancelled so we’re done for the day, Rosie and I wanted to grab dinner with you guys—”
“Uh yeah sounds good.” Jennie puts her phone away; Jisoo grabs her hand and drags her over to Lisa and Rosie. The two girls look up at their unnies, “Lisa-yah we’re grabbing dinner after this do you want to come?” Lisa maintains eye contact with Jisoo then looks at Rosie. “I sadly have other plans tonight.” She tries to act disappointed, Jennie’s shoulder tenses up at.
“Ooooh is it with Mr. Hickey?” Rosie whispers teasingly trying to tickle the maknae, Lisa doesn’t bend and instead retaliates. Jisoo hits both of them, “What other plans?” Jisoo investigates, Lisa smirks “Well you heard Chaeyoung, I got plans with Mr. Hickey.” Lisa gets up from Rosie’s lap excusing herself from the group. Jennie aggressively bites the inside of her cheek trying to keep herself from letting her roommates know of last night’s events. Chaeyoung gets up from her seat putting her arms around the shorter girls, “She can’t possibly be seeing someone right? She’d tell us? Do you think it’s the girl from New York?” she quizzes, Jennie bites her cheeks harder and Jisoo is quick to notice. She decides to egg the idea on to see how far she can push Jennie; the younger girl never told her what happened to their talk last night and she’s grown curious.
“I don’t know if she gave her—her number or anything but I wouldn’t be surprised. That girl was drooling over Lisa it was cute. I mean you saw it Chaeyoung sparks were flying—I’ve never seen Lisa flirt but that girl has a got some—”
“I’m getting hungry—we should get out of here.” Jennie leaves the conversation interrupting Jisoo’s probing, Rosé of course just goes with the flow but Jisoo can feel the seeds of jealousy growing. By the time her bandmates joined her in the changing room she was halfway done. She placed all of her costumes back into the bags that was given to her and went to wardrobe. Lisa returns to the green room to say goodbye to her band mates, “Are you going on a date!” Chaeyoung shouts, scaring the shit out of every in the room.
Lisa smirks, “Who’s asking?” all of them roll their eyes hating how mysterious she’s being. Jennie hates it the most because all she’s been able to think about is being with Lisa and continuing what they started. “Lisashi!” Rosé shouts, Lisa sends her a best friend a flying kiss before waving goodbye to the rest of her bandmates.
[Bamx2 ⚡ ️ ]
Schedule ended early can we move dinner up to 7?
[Bamx2 ⚡ ️ ]
For you NOONA anything! Grabbing the best Thai food in Seoul ASAP be there in an hour.
Lisa smiles down at her phone as she enters one of the vans waiting for them outside. She’s really excited to see BamBam, it’s been a while since she’s talked to him and it’ll be fun to catch up. When she arrives home she realizes how much she needs to clean up and how little time she has. She rarely has guest over because she’s rarely home so she’s never really had thought about keeping up with her apartment other than the maid that comes every other month. She started in the kitchen and ended in her bedroom, by the time she finished making her bed she heard a buzzer. Lisa rushes over to let him in then back to her room to get some finishing touches done.
Her doorbell rings, she looks around one last time to see everything seems to be perfectly placed and clean. She opens her door to a smiling Bambam with two bags worth of Thai food. “Holy hell, “she mumbles as he smiles at her, “Noona!” he screams, she pulls him into a hug then into her apartment.
“Nice place—that Blackpink money is treating you well.” He teases making their way to her kitchen, Lisa shakes her head disregarding her comment. “But seriously though, how are you? It’s hard getting a hold of you—” he jokes sitting on the island as they both unpack their own bags. Lisa knows being an idol means having a busy schedule so it’s hard to see her friends and family. Bambam for example is in the same country as her and she sees him twice a year.
“And getting a hold of you is sooo easy,” she teases back making him laugh, “Fair enough so what going on? I feel like the last time I saw you—you had auburn hair.” He points at her hair while taking the plate she’s handing him. She smiles recalling that that was the last time she saw him, they grow silent for a moment grabbing food for themselves. “Do you want something to drink?” Lisa questions opening her fridge, he tilts to the side looking passed her to see a bottle of wine and points at it. Lisa nods, grabbing the bottle and some glasses from the cabinet. She pours herself a big cup and himself one too, she takes a big sip preparing to answer him. “A lot but not too much—I feel like this is the first time I’ve had a moment to breathe in the last 3 years.” She chuckles shuffling through the food and stuffing it into her mouth. He nods his head knowing exactly how she feels.
“I know what you mean—a year only feels like a couple of weeks.” He adds and she nods her head aggressively knowing exactly how that feels. Back when she was a trainee it felt like every year was a decade long and now they feel like weeks. “Right—looking back as a trainee we definitely had more freedom because as soon as we debut it felt like we were in charge of every little thing. And we couldn’t just do what we wanted we had to ensure that it would be received well and supported.” Lisa sighs.
“Life of an idol right—I heard about what happened to Jennie by the way how is she holding up?” he questions she tenses up at the mention of Jennie, “It was a little rough in the beginning but I think she’s seems to be over it now.” Lisa quickly comments wanting to push the topic aside. Bambam picks up leaning forward, Lisa pulls back with her plate of food. He squints his eyes at her, “What?” she mumbles with food in her mouth. He quizzes her face once more, “I don’t know—usually you’d be like I did this for Jennie-unnie—we had a thing for her—blah blah blah.”
Was she truly this in love with Jennie that everything she talked about had something to do with her? She looks at him curiously, “Jennie has a life of her own and so do I.” he’s taken aback by the simple comment, “Are you guys fighting?” he questions her deeper making her laugh. “No we’re not fighting what is up with you?” she defensively comments.
“What is up with you?! He bites back, they both aggressively eat their food in silence. BamBam’s always been like a little brother to Lisa so it’s no surprise how easily she gets annoyed by him. He continues to tempt her with his annoying eyes, he’s not stupid there is something that taller girl is keeping from him. They continue to eat in silence, only the silverware making conversation. Lisa takes another big sip of her wine, “Alright—alright—I just need to know, if I were to say people think I’m in love with Jennie how would you feel?” she questions him.
It doesn’t take him more than a second to reply—he didn’t even have to think about it, “I wouldn’t say in love—obsessed maybe—what do I know about love. Though—” he answers pauses for a moment, “The more that you say in love—the way you treat her makes more sense with love than friendship—you talk about her all the time, I’ve seen you drop me to go see her because she hurt her ankles—but also she does the same thing for you. But you guys have also known each other the longest so really who knows what you could label your obsession with one another.” He rambles on for a while and she takes it all in, but she’s heard all of this already.
“I’ve already heard all of this.” She sighs, he jumps up from his seat “Wait! Does that mean you are in love with her?” he shouts, she reaches her hand out to hit me and it lands perfectly.
Chapter 11: rained on with you
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Lisa spent the rest of the night telling catching up BamBam on everything that’s been going on with her and Jennie. She might’ve left out a few details, but she gave him the gist of the situation. He ended up having too much wine leading him to crash on Lisa’s couch. This isn’t new for Lisa. She happily tucks the young boy in to ensure that he doesn’t grow cold at night. Surprisingly her cats have behaved for most of the night but she’s sure they’ll probably act up tonight but that sounds like BamBam’s problem. After tucking him in, she goes back to the mess in the kitchen finishing the wine bottle into her glass. Putting the dishes away in the dishwasher and saving what can be saved from the takeout. When she finishes cleaning up, she grabs her wine glass and heads to her room to get ready for bed.
As she’s doing her night routine she hears her doorbell ringing, not the buzzer but her doorbell. Which is odd because no one could possibly get into her building without being buzzed in. She walks pass the living room to see if it had woken up the young man but it hadn’t. Lisa walks over to her door to see through the little hole who could possibly outside her door at 2 am. It’s Jennie.
“Unnie? What are you doing here?” she questions the older girl as she opens the door, she looks around to see how the hell she got here and in. Jennie pushes pass her and the scent of liquor lingers behind her and its strong. Jennie stops when she sees someone’s head resting on Lisa’s couch, she turns to Lisa with tears in her eyes “Wh—”
Lisa tilts her head, walking over to Jennie to wipe the tears in her eyes to the side “It’s BamBam.” She softly responds, Jennie pushes her away and walks towards Lisa bedroom. Lisa frantically follows the older girl that she had forgotten that she was only in her bra because she’s supposed to be in the bathroom getting ready for bed. Not chasing the brunette throughout her apartment. When she gets to her bedroom she doesn’t see Jennie but she’s 100 percent sure she saw her run in. Lisa walks further into her room and hears her door close and lock. She turns to see Jennie against the door with that familiar smirk that she had on during their exchange in the bathroom.
“What are you doing here unnie?” Lisa questions crossing her arms in confusion, Jennie walks up to her as her eyes grow seductive. “I want you.” She says Lisa’s breath hitches at the thought of Jennie begging for her. This is the last thing she expected the older girl to be saying to her, Lisa moves back shaking her head. “You’re drunk. Unnie we should just get you to bed.” The younger girl says, she doesn’t want a love like this, she doesn’t want to have to hide herself from people. And the fact that Jennie has to be in this state just to finally be honest with her makes her feel worse.
“Didn’t you hear me?” Jennie slurs her words; Lisa shakes her head grabbing a shirt for her in one of her drawers. Lisa says nothing as Jennie continues to grumble, “I thought this was what you wanted. For me to like you—acknowledge that you are in love with me. I want you isn’t that what you wanted?” Lisa stops for a moment, knowing that she’s only speaking due to the liquor but it doesn’t make it any easier to hear. She turns to Jennie who’s got this angry look on her face, “No Unnie—this is not what I wanted. What I wanted was you—not whoever this is. I want the person who broke the rules to speak to me. I want the person that is honest with me and doesn’t need alcohol to do so. I don’t want someone who’s afraid of their feelings. Who shows up drunk in front of my door assuming that I was just going to have sex with her because she knows I’m in love with her.” Lisa cries lacing every word with pain trying to convey to the drunk girl how hurt she is hearing how pathetic she looks in Jennie’s eyes. She hands the drunk girl a shirt and some shorts before going back to the bathroom to finish her nighttime routine.
As for Jennie she feels like the biggest asshole in the world. She doesn’t even know why she’s here, last she could remember was having drinks with her bandmates. Then continued to drink with them when they got home. They all promptly said goodnight but she snuck out from her dorm and ended up at Lisa’s apartment. ‘Why can’t you just say it. Say that you love her, say that you’ve been in love with her and only now did you realize how in love you are with her’ Jennie finishes changing wanting to hit herself over the head over and over again for doing the complete opposite of what she actually feels for Lisa. Lisa comes out of the bathroom, dressed in her pyjamas with her hair in a bun. She doesn’t bother to look at the older girl instead she just puts her things away and preps her bed. She places the body pillow in the middle creating a boundary between her and Jennie, “BamBam’s on the couch so we’re gonna have to share the bed” Lisa strictly articulates making herself comfortable on her side of the bed. Jennie sighs laying down on the other side of bed, they lay in silence—Lisa turns off the light turning away from Jennie.
“I’m sorry.” Jennie whispers, Lisa hears it but decides not to say anything, “I shouldn’t have just showed up at your apartment, drunk. I wanted to come here because everyone around me keeps telling me that I’m wasting my breath talking to them about you. But I can’t help myself—when you’re around I get excited and I lose control. I finally get to be around you—I finally get to hear you laugh—I get to see you smile and not the smile you show people but YOUR smile. A smile that only I know you mean—my words start to fumble when I see you. You’re like this drug to me Lisa. When you didn’t talk to me—or acknowledge me I felt like I was going through withdrawals—I craved you. I—‘’
Before Jennie continues, Lisa’s snoring interrupts her thoughts. Jennie sighs turning away from the taller girl and puts herself to bed. Lisa isn’t asleep but she doesn’t want to hear the rest of what Jennie has to say. In truth she no longer wants to hear it, she can’t keep getting her heart broken because Jennie can’t come to a consensus about how she feels. She just wants to move on at this point because despite Jennie initiating their kisses she finds the cost too painful.
***
They have a day off today—but Lisa wasn’t particularly keen on having to answer BamBam’s questions so she got up pretty early this morning. She looks to her side to see Jennie clingy onto her body pillow, “Fuck.” She whispers flipping through her hair thinking about everything she and Jennie said last night. She tries to slip out of her bed as quietly as possible as she heads for the bathroom. The bags under her eyes could tell a story with how low they’re hanging. She quickly washes her face and brushes her teeth. When she comes out she’s relaxes to see Jennie is still asleep, she tiptoes out of her room heading to the living room.
Lisa softly places one of her cats on top of BamBam and continues on. Finally, one of them heads for his face, poking at his nose softly at first then aggressively. Lisa can’t help but giggle, BamBam softly opens his eyes smiling at first. But his face is quick to change as his hangover sets in, “Morning—“ he groans looking around, immediately shutting his eyes from the sun.
“You had one too many glasses.” She chuckles hitting his arm playfully before heading to the fridge for water. BamBam stands up fixing the blanket that was draped over him from the night before. Lisa places the water on the counter before heading over to the guest bathroom for something to help with his headache. He sits on the stool draping himself over the island feeling the cool marble on his head. Lisa comes out of the bathroom with two tablets for him—she softly taps his shoulder holding out the tablets and his water.
“Thank you—and thank you for letting me crash on your couch. Why are you up so early?” he questions before drinking the tablets and drinking the rest of the water, Lisa walks over to the fridge to grab him some more water, “I have to get to a shoot in an hour.” She lies, sliding another cup of water over to him, he bows his head. “Oh—I’m really sorry let me get out of here. I’m sure my bandmates are looking for me.” He chuckles feeling a little guilty, checking his phone for notifications—and he’s right to do so because JB’s blowing him up. The leader calls him again, he hits ignore— “Well that’s my queue we should meet up again before you leave maybe a little less wine, a little more soju and barbecue?” he questions, she happily nods pulling him into a hug and he squeezes her tightly.
Lisa falls comfortably into his arms, she loves his familiarity, he reminds her of home and all those good memories. Performing for fun and just being in Thailand with family— “I love you Noona,” he whispers into their hug. “I love you too.” She whispers back to him; they pull away from their hug and he begins to put his shoes on. Once they’re on she walks him out of the door, they have one last hug before she waves him goodbye then closes the door. She cleans up the cup and decides to feed the cats, they’ve been meowing since she’d closed the door to her room last night. Lisa never closes the door because she doesn’t want them to feel lonely despite having one another.
She greets them all individually, while giving them all kisses and hugs maybe squeezing them a little too long. As she’s busy taking care of the kittens, she doesn’t notice Jennie come out of her bedroom rubbing her eyes and hair. She can’t tell what is more painful the pounding headache of the ache in her chest, she feels like an idiot. Putting Lisa in a situation like that—“Morning—” Jennie whispers not wanting to scare the younger girl, Lisa freezes for a moment before pouring the rest of the cat food in the bowl. She stands up and turns around to face Jennie, “Morning.” Lisa tries her best faking a smile but Jennie can tell it’s not how Lisa usually smiles.
“Can we talk about last night?” Jennie utters following Lisa go through her apartment avoiding her gaze. Lisa feels like she’s caught in a time loop, they talk, Jennie acts impulsively, she apologizes, and it’s this exhausting cycle of emotional rollercoaster. Lisa groans shaking her head, she turns her head back at Jennie, “I’m tired, Jennie-unnie. Aren’t you tired?” Lisa mumbles, Jennie bows her head disappointingly knowing that her inability to understand herself and communicated all that she feels is taking a toll on everyone. They stare at each other in silence, the younger girl gazing deeply in Jennie eyes for anything—anything concrete. Jennie looks away trying to hold her tears back, “I just want to apologize—I don’t know what’s going with me and its messing with what’s going on with us.” She states Lisa chuckles in disbelief at how Jennie is starting this conversation.
“Us. What are we?” Lisa demands, Jennie can feel the anger that’s lined with that question, she hesitates to speak. “I don’t understand you. Sometimes we’re friends, sometimes I am led to believe we are more but I shut myself down because you’ve made your feelings very clear and now—wha? What us?” Lisa chuckles with anger. “Because sometimes I am a stranger to you. One minute you happily respect what I need, the next you’re shoving your tongue down my throat telling me you want me and before I know it you can barely look at me. Don’t fuck with my feelings if you are still unsure about yours. You do not get to give me crumbs of yourself to keep me around—I’d rather have nothing but space to get over you, than you string me a long with scraps while you try to figure out what it is you feel for me.” Lisa curses trying to hold her tears in but it’s hurting too much to do so, if this is love—if this is love with Jennie she’d rather not have her at all.
“I’m not trying to string you along Lisa-yah—I just don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to be in this band and have to pretend to be someone else for other people—I don’t even know who I am anymore because I want to please you but I can’t to do that without losing myself. I grow confused the more I am sitting with the idea of us and who I am. I’m used to always knowing who I am—what I want but recently I’ve been thrown off from my axis. I’ve never been this damn impulsive in my life—I can’t think about anything. You’re relentlessly on my mind—its suffocating. I want what we use to have—I want the laughs—the jokes—the hugs—the conversations but it feels like I’m walking around eggshells with you. I don’t know how to talk to you anymore.” Jennie defends herself finally speaking from the anger, confusion and hurt that’s been brewing within her. Lisa is shocked, this is the first time she’s finally hearing Jennie. For once Jennie is saying what she’s been saying to everyone but Lisa. She’s scared of outgrowing the idea she has of herself, it’s leaving her anxious because for most of her life she’s known who she was. But there is this new idea—this new version of herself she didn’t see herself being but being around Lisa these little bits of her that she’s unconsciously pushed down is surfacing.
“I think the world of you Jennie—unnie. But I can’t just go back—I’ve tried—I can’t just act like I never had feelings for you—and I sure as hell can’t act like I still don’t have them now. I can’t fake anything with you. I miss you too. I miss your laugh. I miss your smile. I miss when we would sit in the living room at 3:00am having the deepest conversations. I miss dropping shit from the rooftop—I miss all the stupid crazy shit that we did. I miss making you laugh and you making me feel alive. We’re so good to each other and now I’m learning how bad we are for each other too—I’m sorry if I can’t move on so quickly.” Lisa pauses letting the tears freely flow down her cheeks, Jennie tries to reach out and wipe them but Lisa moves away softly, “We can’t be doing this to each other—I think that we should give each other space until you figure out what it is going on with you. I know what we are—and what we are not.” Lisa explains as they both catch themselves and their breath, painfully looking at one another with regret knowing that they never meant to hurt each other so much.
***
After that talk with Lisa they’ve never been more distant with one another. Jennie walked out after their argument, there was no goodbyes and there was nothing but silence hanging in the air. Lisa spent the rest of the day isolating herself from everyone, she didn’t bother to answer a single text. But she knew that when Jennie went home the other two girls had a lot of questions. As for Jennie she spent the rest of the day in bed, her mother came to quickly visit after work but even she was pushed away by the shorter girl. In moments like that she hoped that someone could tell her what was going on with her instead of having to wait until she figures it out. She hates waiting and sitting in the unknown especially when it comes to her relationships—she loves connecting with others.
It provides her with stability knowing that she knows where she stands with people. And that no matter how hard things get they’re never going to leave her, it may be the deeply rooted abandonment issues or daddy issues. But she never takes it kindly when her relationships are all kinds of whack because she’ll blame herself when they leave. Wondering how she went so wrong making them leave her picking at herself. On the outside she’ll act like she doesn’t care as if nothing can hurt her. Knowing that she’s got this big wall of resilience and pretend like everything is fine. As if she isn’t starved for affection when in reality she’s in pain and she’s terrified. Scared that she wasn’t good enough, afraid that she’s not vulnerable enough or too vulnerable for people. Afraid of the possibility of being loved by someone, that she fears they’ll eventually let her down. Terrified that her heart will break into a million pieces because she gave her all to someone who promised they wouldn’t hurt her. The thing is, she doesn’t know the outcome unless she takes a chance and that’s the line she’s always afraid to cross.
Despite knowing Lisa for months before anyone else in the band it took almost years for her to trust the younger girl. It took multiple 3 am nights of Lisa saying ‘I’m never going to leave you’ for Jennie to believe her but the maknae had the patience to do so. Hence why is it so different now, Lisa is everything and more of what Jennie is looking for. Why can’t she just be sure about what she feels for Lisa.
Lisa keeps looking back on those months where she tried to endure being around Jennie and quicken the process of moving on. Now, all she wants to do is slap herself. Maybe if she hasn’t been so thoughtless about moving on from Jennie she wouldn’t be in this much pain. Most days standing around Jennie feels like pins and needles all over her body as the air from the room is getting sucked out. As if it isn’t painful enough to be in the same room as her but having to look at her for photoshoots, talks shows or interviews is like drowning. While watching yourself fall deeper and deeper into the water. How she thought she could possibly continue interacting with Jennie normally on camera ignoring the pain she clearly feels is beyond her.
The rest of the bandmates noticed of course but something about this distance felt colder. They watch as Lisa and Jennie drop their acts immediately separating from the other. And if they dare bring it up they were met with hostile answers consisting of ‘don’t worry about it—it’s something we’re trying to get through’. If that were the case then why does it seem like it’s not working and everything is much worse than before. Jennie’s a little transparent about the situation with Jisoo but she seems to be holding Rosé’s relationship with Lisa against her. Chaeyoung of course can sense it but doesn’t know if there is anything she can do about it. Deep down the blonde knows that the older girl isn’t actually mad at her but it sucks to have one of your best friends in ignore you or merely humour your interactions.
Jisoo on the other hand has mixed feelings, she’s thankful for her best friend’s professionalism but she hates their interactions in private. They refuse to look at one another but sometimes she catches them trying to steal glances of each other. And you can tell how much pain they are being around one another; she heard the argument from Jennie point of view. But she’s dying to hear Lisa’s—Jisoo and Chaeyoung tried to swap notes but the blonde wasn’t very helpful.
“What did Lisa say?” Jisoo questions as she closes the door to her room, Rosé walks over to Jisoo’s bed immediately collapsing. Disappointed at her failed mission she had invited Lisa for dinner after rehearsals. “Nothing—she tried to move on from the topic quickly. It must’ve been one horrible argument for both of them to be like this. What about you?” Rose questions pulling one of Jisoo’s pillows on top of her hugging it as tightly as she can. Jisoo walks over collapsing next to the blonde, “She told me everything—I mean everything—she snuck out of the dorm after we were drinking last week and went to Lisa’s apartment. And get this the hickey was from Jennie and—”
“Waohgf—woah you can’t just brush past that—Jennie-unnie gave her the hickey which means they’ve had—”
“See I thought the same thing but no—It started when Jennie came back from visiting her mom she had told me how she wanted to talk to Lisa so she asked me how Lisa was feeling and where she was at. After the driver dropped me off she went to talk to Lisa at the studio—well apparently there wasn’t a lot of talking but instead they made it out—Jendeukie gave her a hickey. They were about to do more from what Nini said but you interrupted them—” Rosé gasps audibly interrupting Jisoo’s thoughts “Oh my god—I knew it! I knew she didn’t forget anything!” Rosé shouts earning a slap from the senior, she puts her finger up to her lip trying to nicely tell her to shut up.
“Exactly but apparently during Coachella rehearsals before our shoot Jennie made out with Lisa in the bathroom that’s why Lisa was late coming back. Anyways you know how we went out for dinner and drinking then had more drinks—apparently when we fell asleep she snuck out to see Lisa because she wanted more than a kiss.” Jisoo finishes explaining, Chaeyoung shakes her head afraid of where this is going to go.
“Nini didn’t exactly handle the whole thing well. While we were out for dinner, Lisa didn’t have a date instead she was hanging out with BamBam. So when Jennie showed up at Lisa apartment to see him on the couch she said it felt like her heart dropped out of her ass. Then she explained how he was drunk and fell asleep and then she came onto her—”
“Oh shit.” The blonde mumbles, “But, Lisa could smell the alcohol on Jennie—who wouldn’t have that was a lot of soju and beer. But she tried to have sex with Lisa saying that isn’t this what you wanted—”
“Oh shit. No wonder—Lisashi is mad, I would be too. It feels like she’s manipulating Lisahi’s feelings to have sex with her”
“That’s what Lisa said—that’s what I said—and it’s what you’re saying now. She only realized what she did was wrong when Lisa yelled at her—talking about how that is how pathetic she sees her. I feel bad for Lisa and I do understand where she’s coming from. Jennie needs to just sit with herself and figure out what it is she wants out of her relationship with Lisa. It’s not fair to have been stringing her along like this.” Jisoo sighs, Rosé turns to the older woman afraid that they’re left to do nothing for their friends.
“So we’re just going to have to let them be? Even though we leave for the US in a few days?” the blonde questions, Jisoo looks over at her with regretful eyes, “There’s nothing to do but let time do it’s thing.”
Chapter 12: it's kinda cute
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American Tour 2019
Having released their new song Kill This Love a week ago they were busy with a few promotions and performances for the song in Korea. And now they are on their way to do some American promotions which is exciting. They get some American exposure and be on so many well-known TV shows and of course performing at Coachella before kicking off their tour. After days on end of promotions they finally make it to the desert not only are they excited to perform but they also get to see some artists they admire.
They arrive in California a couple of days ago and now they are on their way to see a few artists before they go on tonight. Jisoo’s been battling a horrible sickness since she’s landed in America, she’s got no idea where she got it from but everything aches. But as soon as she knew that the youngest members were going to see someone else she didn’t want to leave Jennie alone. So her and Jennie are going to see SG Lewis while Lisa and Rosé are going to see Rosalia. The bandmates who aren’t actively avoiding each other made plans to meet up during Jaden Smith’s set. “I’m really excited to see Rosalia—I think I want to do a dance to one of her songs I just haven’t decided which one yet.” Lisa makes conversation as they walk hand and hand towards the stage. Chaeyoung smiles at her friend as they make their way through the VIP, they hear screams from the audience, neither of them think of it. They weren’t sure that anyone was going to recognize them but they can hear a few fans screaming their name.
Lisa and Rosé giggle with one another embarrassed yet surprise to see some people know who they are. “She has so many good song—is that what you’ve been working on with Cheshir?” Rosé whispers in Lisa’s ear hoping she can be heard through the crowd. “Yes and no..” Lisa jokes, Rosé is confused as to what she means so she continues to question Lisa until Rosalia comes on stage. They sit on a stage box together, but Lisa’s yet to answer. Ever since their trainee days, Lisa’s always known to dance her problems away—it helps her think clearly, something about exerting energy without having to punch something always helped their youngest member. “Oh—I see. You know that you don’t have to talk about it but I can see how it’s affecting you.” Rosie starts, every time they have a group schedule together Lisa’s mind is always elsewhere, unfocused almost unhappy to be there. But she’s stopped by during one of her rehearsals with Cheshir, there she sees Lisa joking, smiling, and laughing. “I know you’re trying your best not to let it get to you but we can all feel that you’re not really there when we’re all together. It feels like you’re always in a rush to leave—you skip out on our dinners, game-nights anything—really, Jisoo-ni and I can see how every time you look at her all of the colour in your face just drains in a matter of seconds.” Rosie hates seeing Lisa like this it’s unlike her and being around Jennie isn’t any easier either.
It might be due to the fact that despite having broken up with Kai months ago she’s still getting a lot of hate from his fans. One of her best friends ignores her every time she’s around, practically acting like she doesn’t exist at all. She’s expressed to Jisoo and Chaeyoung how she feels like every move she makes these days seems like it’s being investigated under a microscope. Nothing seems to be good enough for her or for the whole fandom. Her anxiety is at an all-time high and yet her depression seems to be winning all the time. The only thing that seems to be perking up her attitude is Coachella and the rest of the tour. But before they got here, Jennie did the same thing over and over again. She would do her schedule, go to Pilates, come back from her day and sometimes she’ll join them for dinner but most of the time she’ll eat in her room and go to bed.
“But talking to us can help. Instead of letting yourself fester in that anger alone—letting yourself ache on your own you can talk to us. We can hear about the whole thing 12 times over but we’ll still listen—we hate seeing both of you like this. I’m sure it’s not easy—” Chaeyoung reassures the youngest member. Lisa hesitates, the blonde can see it, “I mean I’d be mortified too because I would feel like I deluded myself with every interaction I had with this person. And for them to use that, knowing how much a kiss would mean to me—I don’t know, it feels so—inexcusable. And to have to see that person and somehow be okay with it when they can barely tell me the truth. Especially if I know I deserve the truth—” Rosie pauses, pulling away from her for a moment staring deeply in her eyes hoping that this conveys to Lisa “—because you do Lisa.” She grabs the maknae’s hand intertwining it with hers, Lisa’s body eases at the contact with Rosé’s hand into hers.
“I appreciate you Chaeyoung, I just feel—all the time I can’t seem to catch a break lately. What keeps me from wanting to talk about it, is believing that if I do I’ll never get over her. And all I want to do is be over her—which I know takes time but—”
“But you’d prefer not having to hold your tears back when you see her. Not have to feel your heart practically jumping out of your chest when you first lay eyes her. Feeling so excited to see her, only for that to end as you feel pieces of your heart start to break.” Rosé goes off on a tangent, which reminds Lisa of their night in New York. She puts her hand on the blonde’s thigh, “Riiiight soo who is this? Who are you hopelessly in love with? Who are you stealing glances from while you’re holding your tears? Who do you stop breathing around? Whose mediocre jokes are ten times funnier just because they bat their eyes at you.” Lisa aggressively shakes Rosé, who’s now beating herself up thinking about this damn crush.
“No one. It doesn’t matter—they’ll never know and they sure as hell don’t see me that way.” She aggressively shakes her head denying any further questions. Knowing herself the more Lisa questions her the more details she’ll release. Lisa bobs her eyebrows at her best friend, Rosie shakes her head, “Please—don’t—seriously. I have no self-control and I don’t know if I’m ready to have this information out into the universe.” Rosie begs, Lisa chuckles as the blonde’s eyes continues to beg her not to go any further.
“Whoever this is—they should know how lucky they are by the way you describe them. I’m sure they look at you the same way and you just don’t know it. Because you deserve the love that you describe.” Lisa smiles at Chaeyoung—she watches as Rosie’s cheeks blush and her eye’s drift away from Lisa ‘Trust me, she doesn’t’ the blonde thought to herself. The blondes heart starts to race as she avoids the younger girls gaze she wishes her feelings weren’t like this because she’s only hurting herself the deeper this hole gets.
“Alright—alright—“ Lisa sighs hating how she’s about to talk about this after weeks of simply ignoring it. Rosie returns her attention back to the younger girl as her heart calms down, “I just hate how she see’s me now Chaeyoung. It’s pathetic.” She bends her head down instead of looking at Rosie. The blonde puts her arm around the maknae pulling her under. “You’re not pathetic and I think you know that she doesn’t think that.”
“Don’t I? She showed up to my apartment drunk assuming that I was just going to have sex with her. AFTER—she gave me a hickey—now in fairness when she gave me that hickey I wasn’t in the right state of mind. I was weak—I was feeding into something that I’ve wanted since I realised I had feelings for her. But I hated hearing her say ‘isn’t this what you wanted?’ Because that was never something I wanted. I don’t want her to have to be drunk to be honest with me or whatever it was she thought she was doing. I hated how she took advantage of my feelings.” Lisa sighs, before Rosie could reply the crowd begins to shout hearing the start of Rosalia’s set.
On the other side of the desert, Jisoo and Jennie are comfortably waiting for SG Lewis to start his set. Taking pictures of one another filling their conversations with small talk. After they finish taking pictures Jennies starts to scroll through them. Jisoo tries her best not to let her intrusive thoughts win but fails, “So—how are you?”
Jennie chuckles knowing that they already had a conversation like this on the way to the stage. “Jisoo-ni I already said I’m okay.” Jennie shakes her head, “Right. Yes—I just like to ask—since you know you’ve been down recently and you’ve been giving Chaeyoung the cold shoulder.” Jisoo replies whispering towards the end, Jennie slowly stops scrolling through the photos. She’s been hoping that no one noticed how cold she’s being towards their younger member. “I—she’s just—gets to be with her Jichu. And it hurts me that she choose her— “
“Jendeukie—she didn’t choose Lisa over you. That’s what we’re not doing—Lisa-yah’s just trying to create some distance between herself and you. And Chaeyoung has tried to talk to you—hang out with you—but you keep saying no. It’s not that she’s not trying—it’s that you keep pushing her away. Are you mad at her about something else? Maybe you’re mad at her not because Lisa ‘choose her’ but because Lisa is talking to her. Or maybe because you hate seeing them together? I know how flir— “
“Stop it okay—I don’t care if they’re close and I sure as hell don’t care that they’re flirting with one another.” Jennie bursts interrupting the older girl, Jisoo shakes her head at her quick and venomous reaction. “Why can’t you just be honest with your feelings Nini— “
“Because I tried! And look at what that got me? She won’t even talk to me unless she’s forced too—hell she barely acknowledges me.”
“Jennie you’ve got to be kidding me. You have to know what you did was fucked up? You showed up to her apartment drunk—trying to have sex with her. You can’t sit here and tell me you didn’t just show up at her apartment without acknowledging that her feelings for you won’t play a part. Do you have any idea how she feels? Do you honestly think so little of her? You made her feel so small; she said it herself—she doesn’t want to be with a person who can’t even be honest with her unless they’re drunk. She deserves better than that—You shouldn’t have taken advantage of her feelings for you like that.” Jisoo’s mom voice comes out and the playful and calm aura of their environment dissipates. Jennie grabs her sunglasses and puts them on hiding the tears that start to fall. “Shit.” Jisoo sighs pulling her into a hug, Jennie begins to sob. She knows how much she’s fucked up but she doesn’t know how to even begin to apologise.
“No—it’s okay—you’re right I screwed up. I fucked up our relationship in the process. Which I shouldn’t have—I don’t know what came over—after we kissed I wanted more.” Jennie explains, Jisoo shakes her head. Jennie’s feelings for the younger girl is so clear to everyone else but her and its pissing Jisoo off that she can’t recognise it.
“That’s understandable but there must’ve been a part of you that knows you shouldn’t have done that in the first place. Because that’s sends the wrong message and you know that Lisa-yah—well she would do anything for you.” Jisoo explains dying off halfway through her sentence, knowing how true it is.
“I know how much I fucked up. And I am trying to focus on my feelings and understand my feelings for her. But I don’t even think that after all of this she’ll want to talk to me.” Jennie sobs onto the eldest shoulder, Jisoo rubs her head trying her best to comfort her. “Do you want to be with her? Are you afraid that you’re going to be treated differently if you are gay?” Jisoo questions, Jennie falls silent. It’s not that she’s afraid but it’s not exactly an easy realisation to come too. If she thought that being in a relationship with Kai was complicated this makes that look like a walk in the park. She would only want a few friends to know. But why think about the schematics when she hasn’t even fully accepted being gay.
“What if I am and she doesn’t want me! And she moves on what am I supposed to do?” she says between sobs, Jisoo’s heartbreaks a little at the thought of them not working out. “Well if that’s the case then you’re going to swallow the truth and hope that she’s happy. Because if you truly end up loving her then the truth of that love means that you only want to see her happy. Despite the fact that it’s not you that’s making her happy.” The older girl explains but it’s not an answer that Jennie’s happy to hear.
“How—why am I supposed to go through all of that if the person who made me go through all of this doesn’t even end up with me.” Jennie continues to sob; the managers and bodyguards look at her. Jisoo shakes her head making a circle with her finger indicating to create a shield. Which they swiftly make, Jennie pulls her head out of Jisoo’s shoulder. “Aren’t you tired of not fully being yourself? It must be exhausting holding this part of yourself in. Just because you come out—not that you really have too. Doesn’t mean you get nothing out of it—we all deserve to live as our true selves Jendeukie.” Jisoo comments wiping the tears off of her cheek, she looks over and recognizes the younger girls’ friend walking over to the VIP sections excited to see their friend. “Listen, if you are gay—that’s more than okay. I love you and your mother already loves but you have to learn to love yourself before you can love anyone else, especially someone like Lisa.” Jisoo wipes the girls’ cheeks one more time before Hyunji’s voice rings through the crowd, Jennie tries her best on fixing herself putting on a big smile. Perfect timing for the set to begin leaving no time for her friends to interrogate the younger girl.
45 MINUTES LATER…
]Jisooni 😆🖤 ]
We’re on our way to Jaden’s set are you guys on your way too?
[Jisooni 😆 🖤 ]
Yeah we’re on a golfcart now
]Jisooni 😆🖤 ]
Amazing! How’s unnie?
[Jisooni 😆 🖤 ]
Still sad, but Hyunji’s here so that’s making her feel better. I don’t know how much longer I can take of this crap. SHE CLEARLY IS JUST AS IN LOVE WITH LISA AS LISA IS WITH HER. WHAT DO WE NEED TO DO FOR HER TO UNDERSTAND? LIKE SLAP HER WITH IT OR WHAT?
]Jisooni 😆🖤 ]
Jisoo-ni! Relax—we can’t force them to get together especially since one of them is trying to get over this whole thing while the other is acting like she’s blind to her own feelings.
[Jisooni 😆 🖤 ]
I think I got it.
]Jisooni 😆🖤 ]
Noooooo..
[Jisooni 😆 🖤 ]
Yes…it’s gonna take some teamwork for this weekend and this upcoming week. Hyunji’s gonna be here for her and she’s always been a little flirty so I think we should up the ante.
]Jisooni 😆🖤 ]
What are you talking about?
[Jisooni 😆 🖤 ]
I’m simply going to play along with their flirtiness and I need you to play along.
]Jisooni 😆🖤 ]
This sounds like a horrible idea.
[Jisooni 😆 🖤 ]
Pulling up now.
Jisoo puts her phone back in her pocket as their bodyguards guide them behind the stage. She sees the rest of her bandmates happily talking to the Smith family, Jisoo turns around to check on Hyunji and Jennie. Hyunji currently has her arm wrapped around Jennie, the younger girl’s mood has gotten better since the set and her closest friend is there to cheer her up. Jennie told Hyunji about the whole situation with Lisa when they quickly met up in Paris. But when they met up for the set Jennie didn’t mention Lisa again. Jisoo looks back at the rest of her bandmates and sees Lisa with her arms wrapped around Rosé waist as she stands behind the blonde.
Rosé and Jisoo make eye contact, the older girl immediately bulges her eyes at the blonde but Rosé doesn’t registers what the older woman is trying to say. They arrive where Lisa and Rosie are and exchange conversations with the Smiths, talking about how they met Will and Jaden while they were still trainees a few years ago. The girls felt very lucky and surreal that people like Will could remember them. While they were talking to the Smith’s Jisoo moved closer to Rosie and Lisa naturally pulls away as Willow asks her a few questions about everything they went through. Jisoo slowly pulls away with Rosé, the rest of the group doesn’t even notice the two girls pull away for a bit. “Hyunji knows about the situation between Lisa and Jennie and—I might’ve—possibly—maybe—told her to flirt with Jennie—really—really hard like they look like a couple type of thing.” Jisoo bounces her eyebrows up and down.
Rosie bows her head reactively shaking her head at the eldest. “Jisoo-ni—I”
“No listen it’s going to work—all I need from you is to flirt with Lisa—which comes to naturally that you don’t even have to worry about it okay! Cool! Great! Woohoo let’s do this!” the eldest girl cheers, before Rosé could protest she’s being dragged back towards everyone else. Jisoo quickly pushes Rosie back to Lisa and this time it’s her turn to wrap herself around the taller girl, resting her chin on the crook of her neck. She happily joins the conversation with Willow, Jisoo winks at Hyunji and the model nods.
Jennie looks around feeling like there’s a whole other conversation happening outside of the one that’s actually happening. She catches a glimpse of Lisa and Rosé and she could feel a rock lodge itself in her throat. Hyunji wraps her arms around Jennie waist naturally while paying attention to the conversation. Jennie sighs resting her head on her friend’s chest, Hyunji can see how much the younger girl is affecting her friend. Lisa on the other hand knows better than to look where she knows it’ll only make her heart twinge.
“And who is this? Is this your girlfriend?” Will questions Jennie and Hyunji, how close they’re being finally catches one of the Smiths attention but it catches everyone’s attention, Hyunji chuckles and Jennie blushes. “Oh no—I’ve tried and I’ve tried but her heart belongs to another.” Hyunji jokes catching everyone including Lisa’s attention, Jennie hits her friend in the stomach making everyone but Lisa laugh who tries her best to smile while keeping the green monster at bay.
“Stop that—she’s a friend we met when she modelled for Chanel.” Jennie pulls away from Hyunji but Jisoo pushes them closer together. Hyunji chuckles bumping into Jennie, she looks back at her wondering what’s gotten into her. “Ah—I see—” conversation continues as normal and they all grab a photo before Jaden heads to the stage. They watch the young man take the stage as his parents walk up with him, Lisa pulls Rosie away from the group and follows one of the bodyguards to the VIP section. The unnies react too late and decide to just follow their young members. Jisoo winks at Hyunji before walking up to her bodyguard wanting to be taken back their trailer—she’s currently battling the flu and wants to grab some rest before their performance tonight. Jennie watches as Lisa and Rosé hold hands through the crowd, as much as she’d love to enjoy Jaden’s concert all she wants to do is cry.
She hates seeing Lisa and Rosé together—and she hates that this jealousy is getting the best of her and she takes it out on Rosé. It feels like she’s not only losing Lisa but as her jealousy gets the best of her she’s losing Rosé too. She’s well aware of how unfair she’s being towards Rosé but Jennie’s knows that if she had a moment with the blonde all she’ll want to know is how Lisa is feeling. And that’s not something she needs right now— “Hey are you okay?” Hyunji whispers in her ear, she looks over at Lisa and Rosie who are currently jamming to the song playing while they hold hands. Lisa’s behind the blonde and Rosé is controlling the maknae’s hand with the beat.
Hyunji of course sees this and reacts properly by putting her hands around Jennie’s waist pulling her closer. She starts to bob her head at Jennie hoping this will distract her and pull her attention to the performance, thankfully it does. The four girls seem to be enjoying themselves for a bit sometimes even dancing with one another. Well Rosie and Hyunji would acknowledge the other person presence by making eye contact and having a moment with one another. Lisa pushes herself to the front a bit just to vibe while Rosé checks her phone and takes pictures of the maknae. Hyunji and Jennie are currently dancing behind the maknae, resulting in Lisa moving up. They are dancing a little closer than Lisa’s ever seen Jennie dance with anyone—in truth its pissing Lisa off despite it not Jennie’s intention—it is however Hyunji’s. Rosie sees Lisa roll her neck; Rosie knows that’s one of Lisa’s tell when she’s irritated. The blonde immediately puts the phone in her pocket pushing herself against the maknae dancing it up with her. Rosie even goes as so far as to whispering the lyrics in Lisa’s ear—Jennie witnesses the whole interaction at this point it feels like a competition but what is the price? Bragging rights? Who is the best flirt? Lisa? Because if it’s—
“Jennie-unnie, Jisoo-ni our managers are telling us to start heading back so we can start getting ready.” Rosé looks over at the shorter girl who is pulled out of her thoughts. She tries her best to smile at the blonde which Rosie buys by the look of relief in her face, “Okay—” she turns to Hyunji while Lisa and Rosé start to exit, “I’ll see you backstage later.” She kisses her friend’s cheek goodbye catching up to the rest of the girls. When she does, she grabs Lisa’s hand pulling her to be right behind her, leading the youngest members away from the crowd. Rosé sighs, “Let the games begin.” She mumbles holding Lisa’s other hand walking behind her.
Chapter 13: but it's so short
Chapter Text
“Let the games begin.”
Their performances that night was electric, Jenlisa couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. It was like every planned interaction they had on tour was on crack, every interaction was laced with sex appeal. But what confused the other two was the fact that as soon as they got off stage it’s like none of it happened. They held hands when they got off stage because hell they just performed in Coachella but after the festivities Jennie left with her friends and Lisa left to watch Childish Gambino. Jisoo and Rosé were the last ones to change out of their costumes and Jisoo really couldn’t do much more. After their performance Jisoo was immediately rushed back home to recover some more, as much as she would’ve loved to celebrate she literally had to be greeted with an oxygen mask as soon as she got off stage. Which left Rosé to catch up with Lisa—which she didn’t mind—she didn’t mind having all of Lisa’s attention since this whole Jenlisa’s ordeal it felt like for the first time in a while Lisa finally sees her.
Back whenever Lisa developed these feelings for the brunette she could feel Lisa pulling away from her. It may be the fact that she’s madly and deeply in love with the maknae that she’s quick to notice but it wasn’t easy having to adjust to it. Rosé knew when she first develop these feelings that she was never going to do anything about them. Hoping that one day they would blow over but somehow the maknae made Rosie fall in love with her even more. So, yes, if anyone is going to know how Lisa feels about having unrequited love it’s her. In truth it might’ve been the little things Lisa would do for her that fed into her feelings keeping her at bay. It was never painful but when she heard about Lisa’s feelings for Jennie it made every painstaking moment after feel numbing.
Chaeyoung realized as this whole thing unfolded with Jennie that her feelings are not worth all of this conflict. She hates what it did to her best friends, they use to talk to each other and now they can barely look at one another. The last thing she wants is to lose Lisa, though she’s in love with her it’s best she lets it go for a multitude of reasons. Her bodyguard spots Lisa’s guard and they slowly pave their way to the maknae who is simply enjoying herself. She spots a water bottle in Lisa hands wondering what’s inside, she hugs the younger girl from behind, “Chaeyoung!” she shouts pulling her in giving her a kiss on the cheek. Chaeyoung can smell the champagne from the younger girl’s breath, Rosé points at the water bottle, the maknae giggles happily handing her the bottle.
Rosé takes a sip looking around to ensure that her managers aren’t telling her no, but they seem to be enjoying themselves too. She looks back at Lisa dancing to the music and the light is catching her beauty just right. Somehow the stage lights and the moon are beaming right down at Lisa bouncing off the most beautiful parts of her. Lisa turns her head at Rosie in question, she laughs it off taking a larger drink from the water bottle. Lisa turns her attention back to the artist playing—Rosie decides to hold onto bottle patiently waiting for it to hit. Rosé makes her way closer to Lisa and the maknae happily makes room for her to stand in front. The blonde’s stomach begins to do flips when she feels Lisa presences behind her. That’s how sensitive she is to the maknae, they don’t even have to touch and yet she knows when Lisa is nearby. Somehow between songs, the alcohol in her bloodstream begins too familiar itself. The music seems to feel louder in the best way and the company she’s around seems to have gotten better.
Despite being at one of the world’s largest festivals she can’t help but only want to focus on the maknae. Who for once looks like she’s enjoying herself she’s got the same gleam in her eyes that Rosie misses. It’s true, for once Lisa is actually enjoying herself it’s the most normal she’s felt in a long time. She’s not worrying about the social media talking about how she’s not good enough, or any mistakes that she might’ve made on stage. Because she was too nervous and as soon as she was on—well she was on and blacked out the rest of the performance. It’s very unlike her and she hopes to remember the next performance but it might be due to her adrenaline. It was a new stage after all either way she could feel the relief that came over her body as soon as she was off stage.
“Can you believe we just performed in Coachella?” Rosé pulls herself closer to Lisa so the maknae can hear her. Lisa bursts into a large smile looking at the blonde, she grabs Rosé wrists and joins her to jump up and down to the beat. The blonde happily accepts, “I can’t remember much of it but holy shit we did didn’t we!” Lisa shouts over the music as soon as she stops jumping to catch her breath. Rosé chuckles at her response, Lisa grabs the water bottle and drinks the rest of the champagne that she snuck in. Chaeyoung’s eyes want to burst out of her eyes shock at how much the younger girl is drinking. It might be the American air but for some odd reason whenever they seem to be here alcohol is just a normal activity for them to participate in. The blonde looks over at her manager signing for more alcohol, she smiles and nods at the blonde. “I’m happy that you’re happy.” Chaeyoung says to Lisa, the maknae bites the bottom of her lip at Rosie’s comment.
“Thank you Chaeyoung. You’ve been so patient with me I don’t even know how to possibly thank you.”
“Ha—just take me on a date and we’ll call it even” Rosie says half-jokingly, “Done.” Lisa doesn’t hesitate to answer already thinking of what to do with the blonde during their week off. “Oh—alrighty then—I heard there was a neon carnival party do you wanna go?” Rosie questions before she answers her manager taps her on the shoulder bringing them two different water bottles filled with champagne. Chaeyoung hands one to Lisa as she continue to contemplate, she’s got plans to meet up with Niki tomorrow to see Sabrina Claudio, J Balvin, and Tame Impala. But from what her manager said they’re not meant to meet up until 2pm tomorrow so a party doesn’t sound so bad. “Are you asking me out?” Lisa teases, Rosie cheeks are quick to flare up but she knows not to let it get to her. “Absolutely not—you’re supposed to be taking me out remember” she flirts right back, Lisa arches one eyebrow up quickly as a reaction.
“You’ve got me there—how about Sunday? The beach? Or a private café? I’ve got a book I’ve been meaning to read.” Lisa seriously questions as Rosie starts to choke on the champagne she’s sipping on. Lisa giggles taking a drink from her bottle as well, “Yeah that’s good we can head out after rehearsals?” Rosie questions trying to solidify their plans, Lisa’s a little preoccupied to redbone playing in the background of their conversation. When the chorus finishes she turns to Rosie, “Sounds good” is the last thing they say to each other as they enjoy the final moments of Childish Gambino’s set. Outside of the desert at a Jacquemus party Jennie is enjoying herself she’d been dancing nonstop since she got to the party. She finally got a moment to excuse herself to hit the bathroom and to breath.
Jennie is fighting for her introverted self to come out but it’s growing more difficult the longer she is at this party. The lighting in the bathroom is obviously immaculate so after using the bathroom Jennie decides to take a few photos for Instagram as she scrolls through the app aimlessly she can’t help but see Lisa and Chaeyoung at Coachella. Dancing, whispering and wrapped up with one another and for once she finally lets herself cry. Her jealousy, regret, heartache, all coming for her at the sight of Lisa being so affection towards Rosé. She grabs some tissues and catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror, “Pathetic.” She mumbles to herself and begins to wipe the tears.
“JENNNIE!” she hears Hyunji shouting and banging at the door, she quickly fixes herself knowing that as soon as she gets out Hyunji’s going to interrogate her. Jennie opens the door to see her friend scrolling through her phone, Hyunji see’s Jennie emerge from the bathroom immediately putting her arms around her. She can tell there were some tears from Jennie’s red eyes, “What’s going on?” she questions.
Jennie shakes her head not wanting to keep mentioning Lisa, “You just played one of the biggest musical festivals in America and now you’re at a party—and you’re actually enjoying yourself for once and she’s still on your mind. How long are you going to keep crying about her instead of just acknowledging that you’re in love with her.” Hyunji plainly states, Jennie’s taken back by her closest friends’ quick reaction. “I’m not in love with her.” Jennie shakes her head profusely; this is the first time she’s heard someone say it out loud. She’s had an inkling for a while but she’s never heard it out loud before. Is it truly that painfully obvious to everyone but her? Or is she working too hard to deny her feelings about Lisa.
“Jennie—you are painfully in love with that girl only difference between you two is the fact that you’ve unconsciously blurred the lines on whether or not you have feelings for her or its merely a friendship. Now in fairness her love for you is apparently abundant. I could tell the first time I was with you guys. Besides, I’d like to think that I’ve known you for a while now. And the way you glow when you’re around her is sickening to normal people like me—and I’m not gonna let you think about it anymore—okay—well at least for tonight. Tomorrow we can figure out what you should do” Hyunji grabs the girls wrist pulling her back out onto the dance floor. She doesn’t exactly what that means but she hopes to finally say what she’s feeling to someone.
But it’s clear now why Jisoo’s been so irritated with her. Anytime she’d mention Lisa Jisoo always led with ‘What about that feeling, that keeps gnawing at you?’ She’d inevitably makes up some excuse—which receives an immediate eye roll from the older girl. She shakes her head trying to clear her thoughts of the maknae and go back to enjoying herself.
***
Jennie woke up in the house they were renting the next morning with Hyunji snoring next to her. The pounding headache didn’t bother to wait until she’s upright to greet her this morning. Mistakes were made last night; she wishes she had the energy to push her bed mate off of her bed. Instead she settles for continuously tapping to wake her up, Hyunji has no mercy and just smacks Jennie back. “Fuck—” she pauses reacting “—you” she winces, Hyunji chuckles.
“You started it.” She grumbles shifting over to the other side, Jennie sits up grabbing her phone to check the time. “What the hell happened last night?” she puts her phone down, rubbing her temples gently Hyunji chuckles at first then groans. “Well we went to a party—then I found you crying over Lisa which led to you getting drunk. And here we are—“she answers.
Jennie lays back down burying her into the pillows, ‘you are painfully in love with that girl’ Hyunji’s words echoes in her head haunting her. “Thinking about what I said huh?” the model jokes, Jennie takes a pillow sending a blow on her side. The other girl doesn’t retaliate but instead turns around to face Jennie. “So—what do you wanna do?”
“What is there to do—we’re only ever together in group settings.” She grumbles pushing the pillow on top of her face, Hyunji rolls her eyes at Jennie’s cute behaviour. “We all start somewhere right? Just start doing the little things, if you’re grabbing yourself a water—grab her one. Make nothing of it just hand it to her.”
“This feels extremely manipulative.” Jennie comments, Hyunji sits up grabbing the pillow from her face and pulling her up. “You’re not trying to manipulate her—you’re being normal—you’re being there for her without overwhelming her with your attention or your feelings.” Jennie nods fiddling with the ends of the pillowcase, “Now, if you they pass you blankets be sure to hand her one first. If you see it falling off—simply fix but don’t look at her. If you guys are walking as a group let her go in first—guide her. When you guys are snacking share some with her how you usually would—just little things like that.” Hyunji explains but Jennie hesitates that’ll work. Not because Lisa’s not going to allow it or anything of the sorts it’s just that most days she’s attach to 3 things, her phone, Rosé or Jisoo. So, grabbing her attention isn’t particularly easy, “That’s not going to grab her attention.” Jennie pouts.
“Hiya—ah you’re missing the point. You’re not trying to grab her attention. You’re trying to rebuild your relationship with her—trying to build some normalcy and trust. This is the long game kid—it’s gonna take some patience.” Her friend explains and as much as she hates to admit it—she’s right—she nods her head in agreement. If Lisa can endure years of being on the side line hearing every little excruciating detail of Jennie’s love life surely Jennie should be able to get through this.
On the other side of the house Chaelisa also had a late night, they return at around 3am last night. It felt like it was one party after another and neither of them wanted to miss out knowing that they rarely get to have opportunities like this. Rosé is the first one to wake up immediately chugging the water that her manager left for her. Knowing that it’ll be a necessity before she can function for the rest of the day. But if she’s being honest with herself she doesn’t think she’ll ever come off of this high—she spent her whole night with Lisa and they’ve got plans with one another on Sunday. She can’t even begin to think about what the younger girl has planned. She releases a small squeal trying to signal to herself not to get ahead of herself. She adjusts herself quickly at the sound of a faint knocking on her door, it’s her manager letting her know she’s got rehearsals for tour and some fittings for their upcoming appearances for some TV promotions.
Before they left she kindly asks them for some breakfast and something to get rid of her headache. They agree and she starts to get ready, as for the maknae of the group she knows where her cut off was so she gets up this morning without a hitch. No headache, no throwing up, and no hot flashes. By the time the manager let her know that it’s time for rehearsals she had no problem getting ready, in fact she’s the first one to get to their designated meeting spot. Chaeyoung is second to report for duty; she’s got sunglasses on and her sweats loosely hanging off of her body. She reaches Lisa on the couch immediately placing her head on the maknae’s legs.
Lisa begins to softly pets her head as they wait for the unnies of the group. Jisoo comes out of her room, masked up with sunglasses on “How’d last night go?” she smiles mocking the blonde who’s trying to control her dry heaving, “I can’t stop seeing neon lights.” She groans burying her head deeper into Lisa, the maknae chuckles at her best friends suffering “Well I had a great time—we got to meet a lot of people and there were no cameras so that was new and fun.” Lisa adds. Jisoo nods happy to hear that Lisa isn’t so tense, “What about you Jisoo-ni? How are you feeling? How’s your back?” the youngest asks, as they wait for their last member to join them. Jisoo notices Jennie coming out of her room since the maknae’s have their back turned. She also sees Hyunji following behind with dishevelled hair and her clothes from yesterday. It leaves Jisoo with a lot of questions, “What are you—” Lisa prepares to follow Jisoo’s eyes but knowing Lisa. Seeing Hyunji with Jennie like that would probably kill the younger girl. “So! Tell me about this party?” Jisoo practically shouts—the blonde jumps up from Lisa’s lap then back down to Lisa’s shoulder glaring at the older girl.
Lisa tries her best to act like that wasn’t weird, “It was a glow in the dark party—which we didn’t know it was until we got there so we just took a bunch of glowsticks and whatever glowed to help us fit in. There was champagne—I knew when to stop while—”
“I didn’t.” Rosé adds pushing herself further into Lisa’s shoulder, when she finishes waving Hyunji off she heads to the living room where the girls are. But first she grabs a water, she hovers over one more but decides to just grab each of the girls a water. She casually walks over to the girls handing them all water. Just like Hyunji said Lisa made nothing of it as she continues to talk about the party.
Jennie places herself on the open love seat waiting for their ride to rehearsals. She knows that hearing the details of the maknaes night will only trigger her jealousy, but she’s got to stay strong. If she’s supposed to get anywhere with Lisa, she’s gotta get through everything. Lisa continues to coo and Jennie simply digs her fingers into her palms. Hearing how Rosé and her were meeting a multitude of people, drinking, dancing and possibly flirting with them. It boils Jennie’s blood thinking that someone could possibly be all up in Lisa’s space. Smelling her perfume, familiarising themselves with her neck, sucking on her pulse knowing that that’s hers. “—Jendeukie?” Jisoo softly taps Jennie’s shoulder getting her attention. She looks at the group trying to recall the last thing she heard. “Sorry?” clearly she doesn’t remember much. “Did you have a good night last night?”Lisa repeats and the other two look for her answer.
Specifically Jisoo, she looks like she’s waiting for something. “It was good, I hung out with Hyunji most of the night. I’m a little hungover but not like Chaeyoung over here.” She teases the blonde who’s snuggled up on Lisa. Something Jennie is also trying to adjust too. Rosé pulls the glasses down to the bridge of her nose so Jennie can see her glare. The unnie glares back teasing the blonde further, half-joking if she’s being honest. Finally one of their managers comes to let them know their ride is here, Jisoo and Jennie get up first as Lisa baby’s the blonde up from her lap. Jennie couldn’t possibly wait and watch the rest of all of that so instead she pretends to grab something from her room. When in reality she’s just timing her walk to be able to do just as Hyunji had explain, she hears Lisa giggle as a signal to leave her room.
The universe seem to be on her side because it seems that it’s just right that she walks right next to Lisa who makes nothing of Jennie walking beside her. They get to the door and Jennie pulls herself back pulling her arm out and bowing her head, Lisa’s reaction’s quick as her head turns at the odd interaction with Jennie. But Jennie tries her best to act as if it was merely instinct resulting in Lisa simply letting it go. They comfy themselves in the van and head towards rehearsals.
When they arrive the venue’s ready for them, there is a place for wardrobe for their fittings, there’s a stage that’s practically identical to the one they performed on in Coachella and from a distance they can see a whole team ready to overwhelm them with time and requests. They all let out an audible sigh as they make their way inside the venue, Rosé is the first one to be pulled away for fittings, Jisoo is next but with good reason the physical therapist and massage specialist greet her. Leaving Lisa and Jennie together surprisingly neither of them make anything of it. It might the headphones jammed in the younger girls ears but Jennie’s going to take it.
They’re guided to stage where their familiar yet scary choreographer waits to greet them with her laptop. Jennie looks over at Lisa, who fidgeting with her hands—Jennie wants more than anything to reach over and calm her down. Knowing that if there was anyone that ever-made Lisa doubt herself it was her. Jennie does her best to find an alternative—thankfully she does, she quickly rubs the maknae’s back before running up to greet their dance teacher. She knew that if she lingered a little too long it would be another heated argument.
Their teacher begins to tear up their performance from last night, if anyone could find one wrong detail it would be her. The girls find it both helpful and extremely hurtful, being taught and nit-picked by a person for a whole decade creates thick skin and fear. So when they start to rehearse both girls have game faces on—Lisa finally begins to remember every interaction she had with Jennie on that stage. She could slap herself for how hypocritical she is when she’s on that stage because as much as she’d like to pin it all on Jennie—she fed into every single one of their interactions. But what can she say—it’s so organic that it doesn’t take a second thought to react too.
“Kill me.” Lisa whispers making Jennie laugh, she turns to the maknae. “Just like the good ol’ days huh?”
Chapter 14: then
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After hours of nit-picking rehearsals whilst also going through individual fittings they’re finally done. Lisa reaches out for her phone texting Niki back letting her know she’ll be back to the desert soon. Jennie sees how attach Lisa’s been to her phone and curiosity is getting the best of her but there is nothing she can do. She watches Lisa walks away to grab her things and head for the car waiting for her outside. “Are you going to see any acts tonight?” Jennie asks the rest of the band members who weren’t in a rush to leave. Jisoo shakes her head, “I am back on bed rest when I get back—Chaeyoung?” she questions putting the attention on the blonde who’s still on the ground catching her breath.
She looks over at the unnies, “I’m catching up with a friend—I know Lisa’s going to hang out with Niki, to see Sabrina Claudio—J Balvin and Tame Impala. What about you Jennie-unnie?” Rosé pushes her eyebrows up in question and Jennie sighs, “I think I wanna see Billie do you want to come?” She puts her hand out for the blonde—who happily takes it the older girl pulls her up. “Yeah—sounds fun I’ll ask Lisa if her and Niki want to join—” Chaeyoung starts to say but her phone begins to vibrate so she excuses herself. Jennie could barely protest, Jisoo chuckles wrapping her arms around Jennie’s shoulder hitting her shoulder teasingly. “What’s that for?” Jennie questions.
Jisoo doesn’t buy it arching one eyebrow, “Okay—if you say so—but try to stay strong okay. I know it’s hard to watch someone—”
“I’m painfully in love with—I KNOW!” Jennie groans walking away from Jisoo whose shock hearing those words come out of Jennie’s mouth. Despite having a fever and a horrible back Jisoo immediately runs up to the brunette. Shaking her profusely ensuring that there’s no one else around, “What did you just say?” Jisoo questions pulling on Jennie’s shoulder down as they keep walking but the girl continues to shake her head not wanting repeat what she just said. Jisoo’s been waiting to hear these words since she heard that Lisa had feelings for Jennie. It’s been irritating, painful and extremely annoying to have to sit through all of their talks together. At some point Jisoo was about to hire a pilot to write out Jennie’s feelings out in the sky for her. Hire one of those singing telegrams and film a whole movie to spell it out for the younger girl. “Jendeukie I need to hear you say it again because I’ve been waiting months—and I mean months for you to stop being so oblivious to your own feelings.” Jisoo whisper shouts through the mask that’s fighting to stay on.
Jennie blinks repeatedly confused at Jisoo’s reaction, she can’t get a read on whether or not she’s happy to hear her confession. “What do you mean you’ve been waiting for months? I’ve only come to understand it in the last few weeks.” Jennie answers, Jisoo groans again pretending to hit her head up against the wall. “Say it.” Jisoo strictly repeats, Jennie pushes herself back “I’m painfully in love with Lisa” she says barely a whisper and Jisoo smirks under her mask pretending to hit Jennie who pretends to get hit. “Alright thank you—now what’s your plan?” Jisoo composes herself from the excitement that took over her body for a second it makes Jennie chuckle.
“No tell me what’d you mean that you’ve been waiting for months? What do you mean months?” Jennie questions again, Jisoo sighs— “You know for somebody who is very emotionally aware of everyone else’s emotions you are completely clueless when it comes to yours. You’re obsessed with that girl; she walks into a room and your eyes light up. It’s practically useless to try and grab your attention because it’s all on her. She has the stupidest and I mean stupidest jokes in the world and you just can’t help but roll over and laugh at them. Don’t even get me started on how you look at her—I mean it makes me throw up—you have the gummiest dumbest look on your face. You’ve never looked at Chaeyoung or me like that—so yes I’ve been waiting months. For your dumbass to you realize how stupid in love you are with her—now c’mon we have to tell Chaeyoung.” Jisoo starts to drag Jennie but she protests, “No-no-no please—only you and Hyunji know.”
Jisoo lets out that laugh of disbelief knowing that every Blink has an inkling. She she quickly changes her energy to see how serious Jennie is. “Ha! You honestly believe that nobody else knows?” Jisoo pauses and Jennie doesn’t change her expression, “Oh—alright fine we wont tell her.” They walk towards their green room to grab their bags and make their way out to the van. They’re surprise to see the blonde there already but still on the phone with whomever. Jennie can’t help but notice a slight change in her recently, she’s brighter than how she usually is. There’s just a shine that she can’t quite put her finger on, in truth she’s jealous of it. Maybe going to see Billie tonight will give them some time to catch up. Possibly ask her about a few things, specifically where this shine is coming from.
Jisoo quickly took advantage of finally being able to sit for the first time in 5 hours and immediately fell asleep. Jennie shrugs it off blasting music through her ears waiting for their van to move. As for Lisa, she’s the first one to arrive home, she’s been given 2 hours before she’s to be taken to Coachella to meet up with Niki. She’s extremely excited despite meeting her for the first time they’ve been talking for a while since she DM’ed her—praising her about her about the recent songs she released. It was La La Lost You that got her hooked onto NIKI but it was Lowkey that really pulled her in. Both songs related to her feelings a little too and it’s been a dream to hang out with Niki and just have a friend someone like her.
Pick her brain about her process with writing so pure and honest, as often as she’s asked Rosé—their brains just work a little too different. Though it may be the fact that Rosé tries her best to explain everything to the taller girl but she immediately loses her patience with Lisa. Because as she’s explaining her process all Lisa wants to do is just immediately understand—not see the beauty—just immediate gratification. When Lisa finishes getting ready she heads out—she heard the girls enter the house but she knew that to get to where she needs to be in time she needed to focus on getting ready. As she heads out the door she passes by the living room, there she finds Rosé laying down on the couch leisurely waiting. “Lisashi!” Rosie jumps up from the couch, Lisa takes her glasses off looking at Rosie.
“Do you want to meet up to see Billie later before Tame Impala?” Rosie questions, Lisa looks down at her phone then back at Rosie smiling, “Sure thing Rosie Posie. I have to go though I’m already running late. I’ll see you later.” Lisa nods off quickly waving the blonde goodbye. She watches the taller girl march off and she’s instantly reminded that she’d forgotten to mention that Jennie is going to be joining her. But hopefully having spent all day with Niki will ease Lisa into the idea of spending the rest of the night with Jennie. Rosé doesn’t bother to reach out as she still aids the ache in her stomach that’s feeding her nausea. Hoping that if she lays down until she heads out to meet up with her friend it wont be as bad.
After her shower Jennie’s got the rest of the day off, leaving her unsure of what to do a part of her wants to read while the other part of her wants to talk to her mother. Catch up and see how the older woman’s doing, she decides to catch some suns and dial up her mother.
‘Hi my little mandu—’
‘Hi umma—I wanted to give you a call before you headed out for the day.’
‘How are you? Congratulations on your Coachella debut how’d it go?’
‘I’m okay—it went really well at some point Rosie had to tell me to ease up and calm down. I was losing my breath fast—she didn’t want me to pass out.’
‘Ahh of course the desert will do that to you. Please keep listening to Chaeyoung—I am really happy for you my love. Don’t even get me started on how proud I am of you Nini—brings me to tears all of your hard work paying off.’
‘Uuuummmaaaa—don’t because you know if you cry I will start sobbing.’
‘Okay—sorry—alright—how’s everybody?’ Her mother questions and for a moment she pauses knowing that her mother is interested on whether or not her and Lisa have spoken yet.
‘Jisoo-ni’s not doing too well she had a fever on the way here and it’s yet to get better and she’s got some body aches. Rosé’s good she’s heading out to catch up with a friend—but she’s nursing a hangover right now. She had a bit of a crazy time with Lisa last night and then when she comes back from her afternoon outing we’re gonna try and catch Billie Eilish and meet up with Lisa and Niki.’ She hears her the older woman humming over the phone but stop at the mention of Lisa’s name.
‘Ah I see sounds like a busy first night—have you talked—to—Lisa?’ her mother questions, Jennie sighs.
‘I already told you she doesn’t want to talk to me.’
‘Yes I understand that but all you said was that you messed up but never really told me how and it possibly couldn’t be that bad for you guys to stop talking.’
‘Let’s just say it wasn’t great.’
‘C’mon Nini—talk to me—what happened?’
‘I showed up to her apartment drunk and tried to sleep with her.’ Jennie mumbles, her mother groans asking her to repeat it.
‘ishoweduptoherapartmentdrunkandtriedtosleepwithher.’
‘Jennie Ruby Jane.’ Her mother scolds trying to hear her daughter’s confession clearly.
‘Ugh—alright! I showed up to her apartment drunk and tried to sleep with her.’
‘What do you mean sleep with her?’
‘Omma I am not going to spell it out for you.’
‘Jennie Ruby Jane Kim! That is not right.’
‘Yes I know I heard it all already okay! I know it’s not right—that’s why I can’t blame her for not wanting to talk to me. Now I have to show her that she can trust me and I won’t take advantage of her feelings for me ever again. Despite the fact that I am in love with her.’ Jennie’s mother is silent at her daughter’s confession but she’s thankful to know that she recognizes her faults and flaws. Yet she also can’t help but feel disappointed at Jennie’s action.
‘A lot of things to say—one I am glad to see you take responsibility for your action and I hope that when you do talk to her you let her know that instantly. Two, clearly you were trying to process your feelings for her and went down the wrong path, next time talk to people, read about it or meditate on it. Crossing that boundary with her wasn’t fair for her and you know that because the last thing she needs is mixed signals after you’ve already stated one thing. Finally, I love you no matter what happens and I hope you know I am always rooting for you. I love Lisa and Lisa loves you—I’m glad you finally understood your feelings for Lisa, especially since you’ve been unconsciously expressing your love for her for years—Thank you for calling me but I’m about to head into the office. Call me soon okay. I want to hear all about the US.’ She greets her mom goodbye before the call drops. A thought pops into her head, so truly she’s been blind about both of their love for one another. If this is how everyone around them seems to be reacting to the fact that they have feelings for each other.
Her mother and Jisoo are right—she’d never let them know of course but they are both hideously right. Her minds always consumed at the thought of Lisa it’s not always romantic let alone conscious but she always thinks about Lisa. If she’s onstage she searches for Lisa first, serving food she grabs one for both her and Lisa. At the airport while they’re walking she looks for Lisa—for practices she joins Lisa despite hating waking up early in the morning—if they’re in the studio and she can tell that Lisa not feeling one hundred percent confident in herself she reassures her and offers to run it with her. Even the littles things if they’re about to perform she goes to Lisa first knowing that she’s the most nervous and usually the taller prefers to not speak at all before they get on stage.
As foolish as she’s been most of those actions and processes were unconscious. Some were done to take care of the maknae but it doesn’t seem to execute the same with her other members. She doesn’t have this warm feeling when Lisa smiles at her in appreciation—or how quickly Lisa wraps herself around the older girls despite knowing how she towers over her. Her skin catches fire at the touch of Lisa and she finally understands now, why those moments of contact she’s so giggly and her cheeks burn red. Jennie takes a seat on the lounge chair finally going through the last bit of her processing her feelings for Lisa. As much as she’d like to stay in this bubble of heart racing and smile changing thoughts of the thought of being with Lisa. It’s clearly not going to go anywhere if the taller girl won’t talk to her and she really understands what Hyunji is trying to say but—can she really be that patient.
“Hey—are you busy?” Alison her manager greets her pulling her out of her thoughts. Jennie shakes her head patting down on the chair next to her. Alison takes a sit and opens her laptop, “Is it alright if we talk about your schedule for the following months?” She brings up as she searches through her files for the next few months.
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”—No way! That’s awesome—we haven’t had the opportunity to meet her yet but I hope we can catch a concert or something. But thank you so much for spending the day with me by the way.” Lisa continues their conversation softly swaying to Sabrina Claudio singing in the background. Niki pushes her arm through Lisa’s arm smiling happily. “Are you kidding! Of course I’m happy we could finally hang out in person. Feels like you guys are only gonna go up from here.” Niki responds slowly swaying both of them to the music.
“Who knows we’re kind of—living in the moment type of people. We dreamed of being here and we’ve just been living for that. Not to say that we don’t think that we could be doing this in the future but this industry is hard. So we’ve just been go go go like crazy.” Lisa explains. Their conversation dies down and lets the music fill the air. Back at their AirBnb, Rosé finally returns from her outing. She walks pass the doors for the outside and see’s Jennie laying down simply reading.
“Unnie—“ Rosie greet simply at the older girl. Jennie puts her sunglasses down and smiles at the blonde. Rosé sits down on the lounge chair next to her. “How was your outing?” Jennie questions looking at Rosie.
“Good—I love catching up with friends. How’s your head?” she asks, taking her stuff off and getting comfortable on the chair. Jennie sighs, “Considering I spent the first 6 hours of the day completely dehydrated I think I might’ve sweated it all out. I’m much better—I’ve done nothing but sit here and drink water.” She describes making Rosé laugh nodding along.
“What about you—you looked like you were in hell this morning?” Jennie adds towards the end, “I feel much better I got some food in me so it absorbed all of that stuff.” She smiles, Jennie nods back happy to heart the blonde feeling better from this morning. They sit in silence for a moment until Jennie clears her throat, “Chaeyoung—“ Jennie says breaking the silence. The blonde takes a moment to finish her text before looking over at the older girl, smiling.
Jennie knows she’s got to apologise for how she’s been treating their friendship. And she’s always valued how understanding Rosé is but she feels as if she’s taken it too far. Denying the younger girl every attempt to interact with her. “I want to apologise for how I’ve been with you. My lack of relationship with Lisa shouldn’t have been affecting our friendship. And I’m sorry.” She begins, Rosie of course understood. She was bothered in the beginning of it but then she finally understood as days went on. But honestly if it were her in Jennie’s shoes she might fully isolate herself away from both of them. Rosie hates being in the middle of things especially if she’s somehow involved. “It’s okay unnie—I understand. I’d be hurting the same way as you. You’re much stronger than I am though—I’d probably try to die in a hole or completely ignore that person until I can look at them without crying.” She simply puts accepting Jennie’s apology. Jennie chuckles hearing a little of similarities between her and Lisa.
“You’d think after hearing what’s not good enough about you we’d be okay with rejection—“
“Yeah but these are your feelings not your talent—your talent can only improve but your feelings? They just get hurt.” Jennie adds to what Chaeyoung says. The blonde nods, “Right? But I don’t know being in love with the person who doesn’t love you the same way can feel degrading to you—because you kind of wonder ‘Oh maybe if I was prettier or more interesting or funnier’ they wouldn’t act this way—“ Rosé sighs before clicking her tongue.
“But soon enough you learn that it’s totally not true—it has everything to do with them and nothing to do with you.” Rosé sighs bringing herself into reality despite the night she had with the maknae. She knows deep down that Lisa felt as if last night was just two friends hanging out and nothing more—as for the ‘date’ tomorrow is nothing but both of them hanging out. Rosé hates that she puts herself in these situations constantly ‘cause it feels like she’ll never get over the younger girl this way. But there is no one to blame but herself—she wants her too much that she’ll take anything. Despite knowing to never actually read into anything she can’t help herself but want too—those innocent eyes that look at her with so much hope. That laugh—oh how that laugh is like music to her ears—that smile calling to her like beacon honing her home, grounding her as to where she needs to be. While the sound of her name coming out of Lisa’s mouth is the sound of her favourite song.
“Chaeyoung? Are you okay? I think I lost you there for a second.” Jennie jokes as the blonde focuses her attention back to the older girl. She of course tries to mask the fact that she was daydreaming about Lisa with said chuckle, “Sorry—got a lot on my mind lately.” Is all she can say, “Oh yeah? Jisoo-ni mentioned that there’s a special someone who’s caught your eye? Are they running laps?” Jennie chuckles as Rosé begins to panic she must tread carefully, reveal too much it’ll be over for this dynamic reveal too little well the teasing only continues. It’s only fair she mentions something to Jennie, it was her that brought it up to Lisa and Jisoo whilst they were in New York. “It doesn’t matter—because just like Lisa—they’ll never feel the same way. Only difference between Lisa and I is the fact that you know and my person doesn’t know. And I don’t think I will ever tell them—I’m not strong enough because I already know how they feel about me.” She sighs turning her attention back to the pool. Jennie empathizes with the younger girl knowing how much courage it takes to talk about one’s feelings. Maybe that glow that Jennie is talking about is the fantasy that Rosé is living in fantasy knowing that reality is far too harsh.
“Well being the other person in that situation we would like to say you we’re sorry and in some occasions you never know—because sometimes that time apart that you seek allows us to see our feelings for what they truly are.” Jennie states plainly and Rosie’s breath hitches at Jennie’s confession slowly realizing what the older woman is getting at. Does she mean what I think she means. Rosé thought to herself not wanting to look at Jennie afraid of the tears that could possibly fall down her cheeks at the sight of Jennie. Realizing that the brunette has finally realize the love that she has for the maknae. Rosé isn’t stupid enough to ignore the feelings between the two as much as she tried. But Jennie’s eyes are meant for Lisa and Lisa eyes only shine at the sight of the shorter girl. “Have you decided what to do then?” Chaeyoung questions trying to keep her tone normal, Jennies too caught up to even notice the blonde trying too hard to be normal.
“She’s in control—Chaeyoung and I don’t want to overwhelm her so I’m just focusing on rebuilding our relationship from whatever is left of it. I just wish I didn’t fuck up so much you know—” Jennie exhales, she misses having these talks with Chaeyoung. The blonde somehow always creates a safe environment for intellectual conversations whenever she’s around. It’s one of Rosé’s gifts that her band mates have noticed since she’s joined the group, she always validates their feelings. Always coined as the emotional one when in reality she’s teaching her best friends and band mates how normal it is to feel these types of emotions. There is no shame in crying, heartbreak, anxiety, or any emotion really, because that vulnerability allows for them to trust one another. And Rosé knows that it’s one of the main reasons that she fit in so well with the group.
She was so nervous they put her in with the other girls for the first time because those 3 had months in relationships ahead of her. But those 3 were always busy with enduring each day that they never talked to each other unless it was until the last possible moment where they are just left crying and breaking down. When Rosie found out she was being placed with a new group she had a moment to herself of isolation and anxiety. She’d gotten use to the people she was with—built relationships with them and all of that was taken away. Maybe it was the pressure to be successful, being away from her family and the fact that her once sense of familiarity is being taken away got the best of her. She started crying in her new dorm because she thought that she was alone but Lisa was actually home.
They only had one bathroom to share and Lisa had to use it but to make a long story short, the girls didn’t like seeing Rosé crying at the idea of her joining their group. Rosé explained every single possible emotion she felt when they found her crying. The girls were overwhelmed but felt a shift in dynamic hearing someone voice every single emotion they had felt since they’ve been here. It’s left the group better knowing how to communicate and listen in moments like this. Because as much as Rosé wants to be selfish deep down she knows there’s a lot of reasons as to why Jennie intellectualizes her feelings and why it’s hard for her to come to terms with them.
“You didn’t fuck up—” she tries to comfort the younger girl.
“Oh but I did—I took advantage of her feelings for me when I was drunk because a part of me assumed that she wanted to sleep with me. And now she barely says more than two words to me—so I would categorize that as fucking up.” Jennie complains making Rosé chuckle knowing that she did indeed fuck up but rubbing it in her face isn’t going to get her anywhere. “That’s all in the past what matters now is what you’re going to do about it. I think that rebuilding your relationship is a great start—but you should make your intentions clear. Not only with her but it’s important to know what you want too.” The blonde advises knowing that all of this has been going on because Jennie couldn’t understand her own feelings for Lisa and acted on what she thought Lisa wanted. But all that did was send mixed signals to Lisa ultimately aggravating her.
“I want—” Jennie hesitates for a moment; Rosie can see the gears turning in the older girls head. “I want her—I want to be with her.”
Chapter 15: you're drivin' me home
Notes:
I know that this is literally called ceilings but PLEASE AND I BEG OF YOU TO LSITEN TO SHAMELESS BY CAMILLA CABELLO IN SLOW MO WHEN I TELL YOU TO PLAY IT PLEASE!
I apologize for the aggression
Chapter Text
“I want her—I want to be with her.”
Time came to see Billie, Niki had to go for tour rehearsals leaving Lisa by herself. Rosé and Jennie are currently making their way towards the stage. After hearing Jennie’s confession this afternoon, Rosé’s a bit frozen—so frozen that she has yet to tell Lisa that Jennie with her. As Lisa vibes to the music she feels a tap on her shoulder, she turns to see Rosie happily smiling—Jennie steps from behind the blonde and Lisa’s smiles slowly disappears.
“Hiiii—“Rosé sheepishly greets trying to slyly let Lisa know to fix her face, Lisa quickly does so giving both girls a childish smile. Jennie tries her best to hide the hurt in her eyes smiling back at the younger girl. “She’s about to come out any minute.” Lisa smiles putting her arm around Chaeyoung’s waist turning around placing herself in the middle. There’s no space on the other side of Rosé so she’s left to stand next to Lisa, there’s no time to protest because the crowd starts to scream as the light dim.
Chaeyoung decides to live in the moment wrapping her arm around Lisa’s neck. Jennie on the hand decides to act like she pays no mind and let the music do its thing. Lisa’s aware she’s being petty but she’s a little surprise to see Jennie. If anything she wants to take it out on Rosie but she needs to be talking to at least one person here but she’ll probably bring it up tomorrow. As for Jennie she’s slowly regretting coming with the blonde its clear she’s not wanted. If she could turn back time and not show up at her apartment or do all that stupid shit she did in between she would. Maybe they would actually be enjoying themselves while they’re in America. They’d go shopping like they use too—enjoy dinners, a night out but truly she misses just bringing some drink to the maknae’s room and they watch movies together.
Instead of getting the silent treatment from the maknae. They’ve been through so much and yet all of that quickly dissipated when this happened. She thought they were stronger than this, but everything seems to be a different when romantic feelings are involved. Jennie wishes she could turn back the time and give Lisa the answer she wants but, deep down she knows it wouldn’t have been fair for Kai for one. And two she didn’t know—she truly so unaware of her feelings because it all felt like a friendship. But now Lisa smiles makes her giddy, her presence alone makes her flustered since that kiss. That damn kiss…flusters her more than anything every time she touches Lisa a part of her loses control wanting to continue what she started. Feeding the desperation that’s only grown since that kiss, at random moments in her day she gets flashbacks of that kiss.
Her legs wrapped around the younger girl waist as they familiarize each other with their lips. Moans escaping one another begging each other to keep going, the sensation of having Lisa suck on her pulse. Her breath hitching as Lisa’s hands was exploring all over her body. If Chaeyoung wouldn’t have interrupted them and they would’ve kept going would they be okay? Would Jennie have realized her feelings for the younger girl sooner or would they have regretted what they’ve done? Though truthfully Jennie can honestly say she wasn’t thinking straight all she wanted—in truth all she needed was to be with Lisa in that moment.
She glances quickly at the younger girl watching the moonlight dance on her skin, shining a light on everything the Jennie was just recollecting. Jennie rolls her eyes catching herself still thinking about Lisa again, ‘Jesus listen to yourself Jennie get a grip!’ she thought to herself. She tries to focus her attention back to the American singer on stage, but she begins to hear Lisa softly singing right beside her.
‘Don’t you know I’m no good for you’ Lisa sings softly watching as the desert air start to bring tears in her eyes. ‘
‘I’ve learned to lose you can’t afford, tore my shirt to stop you bleeding—but nothing ever stop you leaving’ Jennie notices Lisa sniffle trying to keep the tears in, she looks off in the case the Lisa catches her staring. She focuses her attention back on Billie but can see in her peripheral Chaeyoung comforting her. She pulls Lisa’s head on to rest on her shoulder, it seems the songs hitting a little hard for the maknae.
‘Don’t you know too much already? I’ll only hurt you if you let me, call me friend but keep my closer. And I’ll call you when the party’s over’ those words along ring through both her ears and Lisa’s, she hears another sniffle come out of the maknae. “A little too close?” she hears the blonde comfort the maknae, earning a chuckle from Lisa nodding her head to the question she’s been asked.
‘But nothing is better sometimes—once we’ve both said our goodbyes, let’s just let it go—let me let you go’ Billie finishes the last bit and Lisa couldn’t hold it in any longer, she let’s go of Chaeyoung excusing herself from the group. Her manager and bodyguards follow her as she is quickly making her way through the crowd. She’s headed towards the artist area backstage to use the bathroom. She started to feel suffocated with Jennie around and music that’s describing exactly how it feels to be around the shorter girl. As she fleetingly walks she hears various ‘Are you okay? Where are we going? What’s happening?’ she finds a bathroom and immediately slams the door shut.
As for Jennie it didn’t take more than a second to run after Lisa, her team came running after. Rosé to simply let them be, the only people that’s keep them from each other is themselves. As much as she wishes she could stop it from happening they’ve gone too far to come back. She sees Lisa and her team running behind her, soon enough she witness the younger girl shut herself in the bathroom. Her manager is asking the same questions but as soon as their managers get together they exchange some looks. Jennie walks up to the door knocking softly, “I’ll be out in a minute.” She hears Lisa’s muffled voice through the door.
“It’s me just let me in.” Jennie begs resting her head on the door, Lisa debates for a moment looking at herself in the mirror wondering if she should even consider it. “Please.” Jennie begs from the other side of the door one more time, Lisa sighs opening it quickly and pulling her in. Jennie looks up at Lisa with red eyes, like she’s been rubbing off her tears. Lisa looks down at Jennie. They say nothing , for a moment they’re frozen. Deeply lost in one another’s eyes, conveying the same thing. Regret. But it doesn’t last for very long, as their breathing begins to sync, quickening, they have yet to move or say anything since they’ve been in there. Yearning begins to take over. Lisa looks at each of Jennie’s eyes then down to her mouth making a triangle. Jennie tucks her bottom lip between her teeth hitching her breath trying to control herself. They’re back in the practice room all over again wanting to continue what they started. “Shit.” Lisa mumbles picking up Jennie placing her on top of the sink crashing their lips together. She pushes Jennie’s legs apart placing herself between them.
Jennie guides their kiss as her hands familiarise themselves with Lisa neck once again. Pulling Lisa as close as she can get her, as she tries to satisfy her craving. Lisa’s breath hitched in between their kiss as she plants her hands on Jennie’s legs. Squeezing, slowly inching up the girls’ legs. Jennie’s craving for her hands to make contact. As she guides their kiss tilting her head to deepen it. She slides her tongue on Lisa’s bottom lip asking for access. Lisa’s a bit preoccupied with restraining her hands from going further. Jennie couldn’t wait any longer taking actions into her own hands. Her hands snake their way onto the younger girl’s waist. Squeezing it then running her hands over the younger girl’s centre. Lisa releases a moan; Jennie takes the opportunity to insert her tongue tangling it with Lisa.
As for Lisa that’s all the confirmation that she needs. Their tongues fighting for dominance while her hands finally make contact with Jennie’s center. But she doesn’t run her hands along Jennie’s center. She rests there and starts to slowly rub circles over Jennie’s jeans. Jennie moans pulling Lisa closer, the hat falls on floor when it bumps Lisa’s head. Lisa moves her hands away from Jennie’s legs to take off the younger girl’s cardigan. And Jennie realised, this shouldn’t be where their first time should be. “I want you. But not here—we go back to Chaeyoung we meet Billie and then we go.” Jennie pulls away from Lisa, the maknae’s disappointed but not surprised. Lisa’s hesitant to believe the older girl and Jennie realizes why “I’m not drunk. I want you—but not in the bathroom.” She explains, Lisa releases a breath of relief.
Jennie pulls on Lisa’s blazer not quite closing the gap between them. Inhaling the maknae’s familiar scent. Softly rubbing her lips against Lisa’s ear making the girl’s centre grow impatient. Lisa turns away biting her lip giving Jennie access to her neck. She plants a soft kiss before running her tongue near Lisa’s pulse. Wanting to leave a mark but before she can even debate. Lisa pulls her back using her hair, somehow turning her on even more. She chuckles and Lisa arches an eyebrow, “All good things come to those who wait.” Lisa pulls her cardigan back on and the hat back on her head. She goes to unlock the door but Jennie pulls her in one last time catching her off guard. Jennie hums happily when they make contact. Lisa can’t help but smile within their kiss. There’s a knock on the door interrupting their kiss. They pull away from each other smiling like idiots, Jennie fixes Lisa’s hair and Lisa fixes Jennie’s cardigan.
They open the door to see 4 concerned people. Before anyone speaks Jennie’s quick to explain, “It’s okay we’re good I took care of it.” Their managers are confused but if it’s taken care of what’s there to stress about. They head back to see the last song of the set, Rosé can tell something happened but she figures she’ll hear all about it. The last of Billie’s set is of course electric and the girls couldn’t be happier to witness it all. As she says her final goodbyes to the fan the girls are guided back stage. They grab a couple of drinks whilst discussing the set. As Jennie’s speaking she notice how Lisa’s giving her full eye contact. But after incident Lisa had refused to look Jennie in the eyes, so whatever must’ve happened when she ran away must’ve been good.
Which ultimately changes things between her and Lisa. There isn’t much she can do and she can’t help but notice the looks being exchanged. Maybe she’s just seeing things and decides to just pay attention to Billie. They coo over one another, Billie is being pulled away by her family. “Listen I’m having an after party right now—do you want want to come?” she looks at the girls, Lisa pretends to stretch and yawn. “I’m tapped but I’ll see you soon—I don’t know about—“
“My ankles been acting up but we’ll do this next weekend—Rosie?” Jennie turns to the blonde, clicking her tongue together. “Looks like you’re stuck with me—“ she jokes Billie rolls her eyes kiddingly. “It’s their loss not mine.” Billie comforts pulling Rosé towards her into a hug.
“Just don’t be hungover for our date tomorrow.” Lisa winks making Rosé blush pushing her lightly. Jennie tries her best to not let it get to her. But the word date does get the best of her. They exchange goodbyes one last time before going their separate ways. The girls get into separate cars leaving Lisa anxious. Despite the reassurance Jennie had given her this time apart could make her change her mind. She begins to pick at her phone as they drive back to the airBnb. Lisa continues to disassociate as her phone blows up. Alice decides to caress the younger girls arm to get her attention. She looks at the older woman who pints at her phone. It had been going off since they left.
[Jennie 🐻💋 ]
Your room?
[Jennie 🐻💋 ]
Unless you’ve completely changed your mind. Which is also 100% understandable.
[Jennie 🐻💋 ]
Honestly I might as well apologise now—I’m sorry. I was just trying to ensure you were okay. I shouldn’t have gone after you.
[Jennie 🐻💋 ]
Jennie. I want you.
[Jennie 🐻💋 ]
I’ll meet you in your room.
Lisa’s the first to arrive back at the house unsure of how to be let alone how to act. She says goodnight to her team as they go their separate ways. It feels like she’s dragging her feet to get to her room. The nerves are getting the best of her yet when they are together she acts as if she’s got it down and she knows exactly what to do. “Lisa-shi!” she hears Jisoo call her name from the other end of the hallway. “Jisoo-ni” she sheepishly smiles sending a quick text to Jennie.
[Jennie 🐻💋 ]
Sneak in through the back Jisoo-ni caught me.
“You’re home so early?” the older girl comments, Lisa turns her head look at the clock “Unnie it’s 1 am what are you talking about?” she retaliates making Jisoo laugh at her reaction. Jisoo walks over to Lisa as she’s headed to the kitchen “You’ve got me there—get some rest you’ve been gone most of the day.” Jisoo lectures, Lisa rolls her eyes before walking towards her room, “Yes—unnie” she responds this time picking up the pace on her way to her room seeing that she couldn’t check her phone for Jennie’s reply. She enters the room expecting no one since the lights were off but she’s immediately pulled in. Jennie grabs Lisa’s wrist then closes the door, “What happened with Jisoo is everything okay?” she whispers slowly pushing Lisa towards the door, she thinks nothing of it of course until her back hits the door. “Yeah she was just passing through to get to the kitchen I didn’t know if you minded if she saw you come through—”
Jennie sighs interrupting Lisa’s thoughts, “I don’t care about anything right now other than you and continuing what we started. I meant what I said a few months ago—I crave you.” Jennie whispers looking up at Lisa slowly sliding the blazer off of her shoulder waiting for it to fall to the floor. Lisa can’t seem to think straight—Jennie’s not drunk and she’s never been this articulate about anything before. The taller girls wants to take advantage of that but what will that mean for their relationship. But as she’s trying to think Jennie is leaving soft kisses up her neck and on her collar bone making it impossible to even wonder or be anxious about tomorrow. Because fuck it Jennie Kim can’t get enough of her as of this moment, she lifts Jennie’s chin up reaching down close the gap between the both of them. Jennie releases a moan as soon as they make contact happily tasting Lisa again. It was only an hour since they last kissed and she’s got no shame confessing that she hated to wait any longer. Lisa slips Jennie’s cardigan off tossing it somewhere around the room, the next thing to go is Jennie’s hat. The taller girl is gaining some advantage as she slowly pushes Jennie towards her bed. Lisa hears a thud and Jennie falls down right on the edge of the bed, she looks down at Jennie to see those eyes. Begging her to be touched, her eyes pleading for contact
Lisa bites the bottom of her lip as she tries to calm herself down at this sexy sight.
Jennie can’t read what the younger girl is thinking so instead she pulls on her with her waistband. She pushes Lisa’s shirt up exposing the younger girls fit abdomen, planting kisses that slowly push her shirt off. Lisa can’t help but smirk at how forward the older woman is being but she doesn’t mind. She happily takes the shirt off before bending down to planting kisses on her neck, sucking on that same spot from before. Not caring whether or not she’s leaving a mark if she can’t be hers in public but at least in private she’ll know who makes her feel good. Jennie moans as Lisa tugs at her skin which she then soothes with her tongue. The brunette is in pure ecstasy, Lisa pulls Jennie’ shirt off as they move further up in bed. They don’t bother to pull away from one another, their lips continue to tangle with one another as the hills on Jennie’s skin grow at the slow satisfaction of her craving. Jennie’s fulling laying on the bed as one of Lisa’s hands make their way down to the zipper of her jeans. Jennie’s hands are busy as well slowly marking the maknae’s back, “Are you sure?” Lisa whispers in Jennie’s ear, the brunette nods but Lisa doesn’t move her head. She unzips the older girls pants inserting herself where she’s clearly needed. Lisa softly runs her middle finger over Jennie’s garments massaging through her folds.
Jennie groans desperately in Lisa’s ear, she knew that she was going to love the sound that would come out of Jennie but this is different. That sound alone created a pool in her center, Lisa returns to Jennie lips and it’s laced with desperation. She continues to massage the older girls point as they get lost in each other’s lips. They may not be drunk but this kiss is no longer allowing them to drive sober. Jennie inserts her tongue in between Lisa’s lips wanting to explore more of what she’s gotten a taste of. As Lisa runs circles around her creating a lethal combination that Jennie immediately reacts too, tilting her head back moaning, “Fuc-“ she says lowly. Then she hears a knock on her door, “Lisa-yah are you okay? I heard a lot of banging do you need help with something?” Jisoo’s voice rings through the other side of the door, Lisa pulls her hand out from Jennie’s pants panicking. She gets up and Jennie pushes herself to the other side of the bed where she can’t be seen. Lisa grabs her shirt then looks at herself in the mirror before heading to the door she takes a deep breath then opens it as little as possible. “Yes—sorry I just didn’t want to turn on the light and I tripped over a few things but thank you. You should get some rest, Jisoo-ni.” Lisa eggs on, Jisoo can tell she’s hiding something but doesn’t bother question her. It’s late and they both need to get some rest, “Oh—well alright. Have you seen Jennie or Rosé?” Jisoo wonders quickly trying not to hold the younger girl up too long. “Oh—uhmm—uhhh—Chaeyoung went to a party with Billie and I don’t know where Jennie-unnie is. I left as soon as I congratulated Billie.”
“Mhmm—well alright. Good night and stop being dumb and turn on your lights.” Jisoo advises, Lisa sheepishly chuckles watching the older girl turn the corner before she closes the door. A huge sigh relief comes out of both of their mouths, Lisa looks around to see Jennie’s legs behind the bed. She runs over to help the brunette up, “Are you okay?” Lisa inquires pulling her up, Jennie pushes her hair back chuckling at her and Lisa. The maknae can’t help but laugh along, “Why don’t we slip into something comfy its 2:37 we should get some sleep.” Lisa sighs knowing that they’ve got a long day tomorrow. Jennie’s disappointed of course but the yawn is speaking for her tiredness more than her sexual needs. The maknae grabs a zip-up hoodie for Jennie as she heads over to the bathroom to clean up. Jennie changes into the zip up making herself comfortable on the bed waiting for Lisa. The maknae comes out in an oversized shirt then locks the door. Soon after she heads over to the bed only using the moon light as her guide. They both tuck themselves in and have yet to say anything. They’re both taking the time to process. Jennie turns to Lisa waiting for her attention, Lisa smiles turning towards her. Jennie reaches her hand out caressing Lisa’s cheek. The moonlight somehow always knows to shows what she loves about Lisa the most.
Those innocent eyes, where she sees galaxies showing her all the possibilities. Lisa blushes at the attention running her finger over Jennie’s lips. “Goodnight.” She mumbles making Jennie giggle. “G’ night”Jennie answers reaching over to peck her on the lips. As if it’s part of their routine, as if they even have a routine at all.
She closes her eyes despite not wanting too, she finest want all of this to be over. Waking up to realise that they’ll have to talk about it and—before she can finish that thought she’s being pulled by Lisa. Into a passionate kiss one where you can feel both of their fears for tomorrow. But they don’t want to lose what happened tonight, suddenly Jennie’s awake. Reaching her hand down to massage Lisa’s breast. It’s a new sensation for both girls but it’s a type of sensation they both fall into immediately. Lisa moans into the kiss, giving Jennie the opportunity to return where she feels she belongs. Lisa’s skin is on fire as Jennie lips continue to explore parts of her lips she didn’t know she needed to be touched. Lisa’s hands make their way over to the up pushing the zipper down. Just enough for her to expose Jennie’s shoulder. Pulling away from the older girl and exploring the neck and the scent she’s loves. Planting kisses along the way Jennie’s hands move themselves up Lisa’s hair. Tangling themselves as the younger girl pushes her down desperately wanting to explore where she left off. She pushes the hoodie up the younger girls thigh. Exposing Jennie’s underwear, Lisa inserts herself between the woman’s center and the garment. Finally making contacting with Jennie’s wet spot. Jennie moans at the contact tilting her head back at how it feels to be touched.
Lisa slowly runs her fingers through her folds teasing her. But Jennie needs Lisa now, so she pulls Lisa’s head away from neck. Looking at her deeply, “Don’t be gentle, fuck me like you hate me.” She commands, Lisa bites her lip at how wretched she’s made the older girl. Lisa pulls the older girls under garment off throwing it where her cardigan must be. Rubbing circles at Jennie’s throbbing clit while devouring Jennie’s lips. Jennie’s hand keep themselves busy by tugging at Lisa’s neck. Fueling her fire, the older girl drips on Lisa fingers and all before she’s even inside her. Lisa teases her entrance slowly making their way in, Jennie groans loudly surprisingly Lisa. “You’ve got to be quiet. Can you do that?” Lisa questions as she inserts herself into Jennie testing to see if the older girl is listening. Jennie whimpers trying to hold the sound in, Lisa smirks. “Good girl.” Lisa hums bending down to capture Jennie’s breast into her mouth as her hands begin a slow and steady rhythm. As her finger pumps into her, Jennie can’t help but moan at how good her fingers feel inside her. Lisa introduces another digit and slowly quickens the rhythm she’s got going. She feels Jennie’s walls tighten around her fingers. “Shit.” Jennie groans loudly again, Lisa pulls herself out of Jennie. “If you want to cum, you’re gonna have to be quiet.” Lisa growls at the older woman placing her hand on top of her mouth. Trying to muffle the sounds, she doesn’t bother waiting for an answer. She immediately pumps two fingers back in. This time Lisa rhythm is laced with aggression, loving the feeling of Jennie’s walls tightening around her fingers. She feels Jennie’s moans vibrate on her other hand, she decides to straddle the older girl. Grinding her body to the rhythm of her pumping in and out of Jennie. Jennie knows if she moans to loudly this will be all over. So she latches onto Lisa’s shoulder moaning while her hands create art with the red lines she’s leaving on Lisa’s back. She can feel herself close, she pulls away trying to look into Lisa eyes. As much as she loved hearing her groan in moan in her ear. She needs Lisa’s undivided attention to let her know how good she’s making her feel.
“Fu—Lisa—I’m gonna c—“ she barely finishes as she drops over Lisa’s fingers. The maknae collapses on top of her, as her tiredness creeps in. “Fuck,” Jennie breathlessly answers as she comes down from her high. Their heartbeats thumping syncing with one another. “I—“ Jennie stops herself from saying. Lisa pushes herself off of the younger girl catching her breath. She’s so exhausted arhat she didn’t even notice when she fell asleep. Jennie turns over to say something but she’s greeted with a snoring maknae.
Chapter 16: and I don't
Chapter Text
“Lisashi!” she hears Jisoo rapidly knocking at her door almost worried, Lisa immediately sits up from her bed panicking. While Jennie is sound asleep, Lisa gets down to whisper to wake her up softly. Instead of a respond all she gets is a groan, “Jennie—”
“Lisashi—“ for a moment Jennie gains consciousness at the sound of her best friend’s voice from the other side of the door. “Lisa!” Jisoo’s voice ring seriously leaving Lisa no choice but to push Jennie off of her bed, she runs around throwing every piece of clothing that belong to the older girl away from the eyeline when she opens the door. Jennie groans immediately as she makes contact with the floor, Lisa swiftly whispers sorry, once again looking at herself in the mirror to ensure she looks how she usually would. Truth be told she’s looking for another hickey, she opens the door to a worried Jisoo practically sweating bullets, “Jisoo-ni what’s going on?” the maknae questions opening the door slightly giving the older girl little to no room to peak into hers.
“Jendeukie never came home last night.” She utters worriedly, Jennie sits up from the ground immediately worried, Lisa on the other hand practically chokes on her own saliva. “What are you talking about—have you talked to Alison?” Lisa quizzes, pushing the door closer to her, Jisoo is curious with all of the noise that comes from her room as she tries to focus her energy back on the topic. “Yes—she said Jennie headed to the back of the house and then when she checked in on her before going to bed she wasn’t there. Then she checked her room and she wasn’t there either—which means she snuck out.” Lisa could laugh at the thought of Jennie sneaking out like a teenager and she tries her best to hide the smirk forming on her face. “Oh well—I’m sure she wouldn’t miss rehearsals, is Chaeyoung home?” Lisa wonders, Jennie scoffs at the sound of Chaeyoung’s name coming out of Lisa’s mouth.
“Yeah—she’s home. I just wanted to see if you heard from Jennie is all” Lisa walks out of her room slowly while closing it carefully to ensure that the older girl doesn’t see a thing. “I’m sure she’ll be home any minute. Now—I’m going to get ready and we can wait for her in the living room okay.” Lisa ensures, the older girl nods giving the maknae a hug trying to soothe herself. Lisa pats her head softly before she walks away heading towards the living room. She opens the door, to see Jennie ready to sneak out of her room and make an entrance in front of the house. But before she does so, she walks over to the maknae “When you’re done with your date with Chaeyoung—I wanna see you later. Come to my room.” She whispers in Lisa’s ear, giving Lisa flashbacks from last night. Lisa shivers as the bumps creep in on her body starting from her arms ending the trail all the way up to the back of her neck.
Lisa gulps, Jennie tiptoes securing a kiss from the maknae’s lips as she carefully exits out of Lisa’s room. Once again sneaking out from the back and entering the front of the house, Lisa isn’t dress on time but she hears the start of Jisoo’s lecture from the other side of the house. “You can’t just leave and not tell anyone! Where have you bee—and what is that on the side of your neck!” Jisoo shouts getting Lisa’s attention, she’s so in the moment that she hadn’t realized that her kissed had left a mark.
Jennie runs over to the mirror checking her neck. Not only is it bright purple but there’s more than one. She could kill the maknae if it wasn’t for the fact that she’s getting flashbacks. “Who did that! What are they a vacuum?” Jisoo continues to shout until finally the maknae’s of the group make their way to living room. Lisa avoids eye contact with the brunette focusing mainly on Jisoo. Chaeyoung who’s evidently hungover again is bothered by all the yelling. “What’s going on?” Lisa whispers covering poor Chaeyoung ears. The blonde rests her head on the maknaes shoulder happy to be next to her. “Look at this.” Jisoo grabs Jennie’s arm pulling her towards the girls. Who have now found themselves on the couch sprawled against one another. Jisoo tilts Jennie’s chin up showing the side of her neck. Lisa bites the inside of her cheek trying to keep a straight face. Chaeyoung’s eyes jump out of their sockets shocked at the sight of her unnies neck.
“It’s not that bad.” Jennie mumbles trying to not glare at Lisa. Who’s currently trying to act shock while holding her laugh in. “You look like an old banana that’s been sitting in the kitchen waiting to be eaten. I mean Jeez—“Jisoo continues to comment while scanning the rest of Jennie’s neck. Lisa and Jennie finally make eye contact but instead of an apology. The maknae gives her a ‘paybacks a bitch ‘ look but it doesn’t threaten Jennie. She returns a different look, ‘We’ll see tonight.’ Lisa arches an eyebrow and looks away before any of her and members can notice them exchanging looks. “How are you going to explain this to Alison? Can I be there?” Jisoo teases, Jennie finally pulls away from the older girl trying to create some distance between her and Jisoo. “Nothing’s going to happen—I mean nothing happened to Lisa when—anyways nothing happened to Lisa.” The maknae chuckles, Jennie turns to her curiously “ We only had rehearsals and mine was the size of a quarter as for yours is the size of a coaster.” She continues to tease.
Jennie grabs a pillow immediately throwing it at Lisa but instead she hits Chaeyoung, “Ahhhh unnie!” she finally says something which took a lot out of her. Jennie walks over petting the blonde softly glaring at Lisa, “Jennie.” She hears her managers voice enter the room, ‘Shit’ she thought to herself she turns around slyly putting her hand over her neck acting as if there’s an irritating scratch there. “Yes—unnie?” she smiles knowing she won’t be lectured but she will be interrogated. Alison comes around the corner to see all four girls staring at Jennie. Her eyes land on the brunette who’s profusely sweating smiling suspiciously. “Where’d you go last night? You had me worried sick! I thought I was gonna get fired!” She complains walking over to the younger girl. Pulling her into a hug, Jennie chuckles, “I’m fine—I just stepped out to grab some air and I lost track of time. I just wanted to explore.” Jennie explains, Alison pulls away from the hug finally but as she pulls. Her eyes drift to the Jennie’s neck, she shakes her head pulling Jennie out of the room. The three girls exchange looks and try to hold their laughter.
“What the hell happened to you? Who did this? Are you seeing someone? Because if you are—you don’t have to tell me but I can make it easier for you so this won’t happen I can arrange things for you—we can avoid—”
“Unnie! Stop!” Jennie grabs her forearms trying to calm her down while holding her laughter in. “I am not seeing someone—it’s complicated—but please unnie help me take care of this and I promise I won’t just sneak out next time.” Jennie begs Alison, who’s slowly pulling away from her crossing her arms unsure on whether or not she should believe the younger girl. She gives her those famous kitten eyes and caves; she rolls her eyes at Jennie. The younger girl finds victory in the exchange and nods, “Fine—but tell whoever this is to not treat you like a carpet. I’ll get the makeup team to take care of this—now go change you look like sex.” Alison shakes her head, Jennie goes in for a hug before running off to her room to change for rehearsals.
Back in the living room, Jisoo begins her detective skills—deductive reasoning, eliminating all the possible suspects that could’ve given her that hickey. Lisa and Chaeyoung watch as Jisoo paces the room back and forth, clearly the older girl is feeling much better. “…Who else were you guys with last night?” Jisoo questions them again, Chaeyoung sighs turning away from Jisoo catching a little shut eye on top of Lisa’s lap. “Jisoo-ni do we really have to talk about this—because I already—”
“Who else were you with last night?” Jisoo questions authoritatively one more time, Lisa sighs dipping her head down in defeat. “It was just us three—then we congratulated Billie there wasn’t anyone else she was talking too. I went home and I was told she came home right after me. Then you saw me and we talked, I didn’t hear anything else.” Lisa mentions one more time trying to remember the exact details she disclosed first. Just to be sure that there are no discrepancies, “Well I didn’t see her come in and if she would’ve come in she would’ve walked past the kitchen—so it’s odd because we didn’t even talk for that long—so she could’ve been running away from me.”
“Jisoo-ni if I have to hear you say this one more time my head is going to explode—Jennie—unnie had a fun night? What is so wrong with that—we all deserve a little night out do we not?” Rosé groans, having no regrets of last night’s decision. Though it saddened to not have a repeated of Friday night’s actions, she still had a wonderful time and met this girl name Talia. Distracted her from Lisa and what she could’ve possibly been doing—though reasoning and logic are screaming at her that Lisa just wanted to go home after a long day. “Alright fine—but I’m gonna keep bothering her until she breaks.” Jisoo snickers the maknae’s of the group roll their eyes. Knowing how relentless Jisoo is, she’ll probably wear Jennie down. Jennie comes out from her room with a zip up, the hoodie on a pair of sunglasses. She hears snickering behind her as didn’t wait for her members and simply started to head to the van for rehearsals.
She quickly whips her head whips her head back and the three girls immediately fix their faces waiting till she turns back around to continue giggling. Jennie wishes she could say that she’s surprised about their reaction but her neck does look like she’s been paintballing. Thankfully the make-up team erased the evidence of last night’s events, hopefully she won’t distracted for the rest of the day. She’s only had sex with one another person and it’s never been that satisfying before. Jennie catches herself thinking about Lisa and she immediately shakes her head sending a glare towards the maknae. But Lisa’s too caught up with her phone giggling, she looks over at Rosé who turns around giggling at Lisa. Jennnie can’t help but roll eyes, it bothers her that Lisa’s got a date with the blonde because is it actually a date. In which case she can’t really get mad because she has no right to be. They had sex that’s all but her feelings are selfish and only want Lisa for herself.
Sooyachu 🐰🐢
Seriously though where were you?
Sooyachu 🐰🐢
I changed then I had the make-up team cover up hickeys because according to my members I look like a banana!
Sooyachu 🐰🐢
I mean you did!
Sooyachu 🐰🐢
But you know that’s not what I meant! Where did you go last night!
Sooyachu 🐰🐢
I told you already, I went out to explore and lost track of time. Can’t I be a little mysterious jesus.
Jennie puts her phone on her lap deciding to end the conversation there. She places the headphones in knowing that the older girl will turn around and glare at her. Just as she predicted, Jisoo turns around to glare at the brunette. But it’s too late, she’s shielded herself away from her knives. Lisa on the other hand was too busy giggling about Rosé night. She’s happy to hear the extrovert enjoy herself, knowing how introverted the rest of the group is. While she was hanging out with Niki yesterday she got a few recommendations about what to do while they in California. She’s currently giving Rosé the breakdown to see what the blonde is most interested in.
Rosie 💩🐿 ️
Obviously we can check out Venice beach, but there is a café that Niki also really loved called the Beachwood Café. There’s some bookstores as well, a few art museums that also sounds really fun.
Rosie 💩🐿 ️
All of that sounds amazing but I’m shocked that there’s no shopping on the list of possibilities.
Rosie 💩🐿 ️
Why would I put it on the list if I’m taking YOU on a date. Besides I can go shopping throughout the week
Rosé stomach churns at Lisa’s messages, its almost impossible not to fall for the younger girl. She’s putting so much thought into hanging out, she thought it was just going to be them hanging out. But Lisa is treating this like a date and it’s fucking with Chaeyoung because she knows that there is nothing romantic about what Lisa’s doing for her.
Rosie 💩🐿 ️
Okay sounds good, we’re meeting up after we clean up from rehearsals?
Rosie 💩🐿 ️
Yeah maybe a little over an hour after? I don’t know what time that’ll be…
Rosie 💩🐿 ️
Yeah sounds good.
Rosie 💩🐿 ️
Great I already arranged for someone to drive us, come to my room when you’re ready and we can go from there?
Rosie 💩🐿 ️
Okay :)
The girls return to their rehearsal space from yesterday and they get ready to repeat everything little thing from their first weekend of Coachella then move onto rehearse for the North American Tour choreography. Which isn’t any different from what the tour is now but rehearsals never stop, their choreographer always strive for perfection if you can. They greet the crew before heading towards the green room to put their things down only having the necessities with them on stage. Jisoo and Rosé are a bit busy snacking while Lisa’s the first one to leave, she likes to stretch with the dancers and learn some choreography with them. Sometimes being with them helps her grow her freestyling skills, and whatever else they can teach her.
“Hiii” she greets bowing to all of them individually, “Lisa-yah!” they shout in excitement seeing the maknae join their stretches. She giggles hearing them all greet her like a choir, she picks a spot near the back and follows along with their stretches. As they continue to stretch she see’s Jennie from her peripheral putting in her in-ears and grabbing her microphone. Lisa ends her glance and gives her attention back to the dancer leading the stretches. Jennie could feel Lisa’s eyes on her but she decides to focus on work, she wasn’t going to let Kai distract her then and she’s not going to let Lisa do it now. She tries her best to focus her attention on the music blasting through her in-ears but her eyes drift to Lisa bending over down to her toes.
It’s like everything happened slowly after that, Lisa flips her hair coming back up with a smile on her face. Laughing at something that a dancer had said which of course Jennie didn’t catch. Soon after that she watches Lisa stretching her arm reaching for the sky carrying her shirt up with her. Exposing her lower abdomen, it might’ve been the lack of light last night but she only notices the V forming on the maknae’s side. “Jesus. I’m no better than a man.” She mumbles to herself but the sound operator had already turned on her microphone while she was daydreaming. And the whole stage heard the feedback to what she just said. The dancers and Lisa look over at her, and she wants nothing more than the ground to swallow her whole. “Sorry.” She says bowing, she looks over at the audio operator sighing knowing that he had no intention embarrassing her.
Lisa twitches her eyebrows to no one in particular as they get back to stretching. By the time the rest of the band got their in-ears in, Lisa’s saying goodbye to the dancers to grab her microphone and in-ears. As the girls wait by the end of the stage. She waves at the dancers goodbye one last time as they exit the stage. Lisa runs over to quickly get hooked up and give her microphone a try. Everything seems to be working so she runs over to the girls and their choreographer who clearly has more notes to give them.
***
After hours of rehearsals, they’re back home for some lunch and have the rest of the afternoon off. Jennie couldn’t help but keep her head on straight, her eyes kept falling on the taller girl. The way she moves is always mesmerizing to Jennie, every movement comes with intention she didn’t know that watching someone move like that does things to her. Yet all of that quickly disappears when Lisa walks over to Rosé or vice versa. It always ends in the both of them flirting with one another and it makes Jennie’s blood boil seeing the maknae flirt with the blonde. Today, they couldn’t seem to keep their hands off of each other, always hanging around each other’s neck. There was a point during rehearsals that she couldn’t take it that she purposefully pushed herself to run into Rosé. Of course didn’t think much it simply catching Jennie laughing it off.
When they arrive at the house Rosé and Lisa are quick to run to their rooms to change and get ready for the rest of their day. “Do you want to grab some food with me?” Jisoo questions turning to Jennie as they walk together towards the house. Jennie turns to Jisoo smiling, “Yeah—do you want me to invite Lisa and Chaeyoung?” she questions, “They’ve got a date so they probably won’t be able too—anyways 1 hour enough time?” Jennie had completely forgotten that they were spending the rest of the day together. “Yeah that should be fine.” They go about their separate ways but Jennie quietly follows behind Jisoo waiting till she enters her room to sneak into Lisa’s.
She doesn’t even bother to knock but she enters quietly, she hears the shower running and decides to lay down on the bed. Smelling that familiar scent of Lisa and all of the events from last night, god, the more it lingers in her brain the quicker the warmth and butterflies in her stomach grow. Lisa comes out humming from the bathroom with a towel around her body and one around her hair. “Jeezus—Jennie-unnie you scared the heck out of me.” She jumps back putting her hand on her chest trying to calm her heart. “Sorry—I just wanted to see you before you go.” Jennie whispers smiling at the maknae. Though she’s been around Lisa for quite some time now, recently she can’t seem to stop herself from getting lost in her beauty. After all of those things that the netizens said about her she felt like she’s been on a mission to prove the maknae wrong and all that they’re saying is not true.
“Oh—” Lisa quizzes starting the process of getting ready, “That comes off odd doesn’t it—I shouldn’t have come.” Jennie gets up from Lisa’s bed and starts heading for the door Lisa chuckles shaking her head. She quickly jumps into some jeans quickly running after Jennie before she gets to the door. “No—it’s alright. I remember what you said earlier and I will be there. Now go before everyone thinks you snuck out again.” Lisa tilts Jennie’s chin up planting a soft kiss on her lips and a few right on her neck. Jennie wraps her hands around Lisa’s throat softly pushing her away. “So what? You think you can just have me?” she mocks Lisa from their earlier interaction, Lisa smirks “I already have and you clearly want more.” Jennie bites her lip before quickly exiting Lisa’s room. Which is in perfect timing because 10 minutes after Jennie left, Chaeyoung came bursting into her room cooing about the beach and the pictures she’s about to take. As well as some a list of books she’d like to get her hands on to keep her company while they’re in waiting rooms.
“Thank you again for taking me out.” Rosé says running through her list on her phone while Lisa’s doing some finishing touches. “Thank you for being a great friend. I wouldn’t have survived these last couple of weeks without you. Thanks for loving me.” She answers, before planting herself right on top of Chaeyoung who’s caught my surprised not only by her words but by her actions. Her heart could practically beat out of her ass with their face’s inches away from one another. She’s had moments with Lisa where she is this close to her but its only now she notices the scent of vanilla combined with a cedar moss musk. Rosé is drunk on the scent, “Your eyes look really pretty today,” she says impulsively and regretting it the second it left her mouth.
“Our date hasn’t even started yet and you’re already complimenting me when it should be me complimenting you. But all in good time—are you ready?” She stands up from Chaeyoung and grabs her purse opening the door for the both of them. Chaeyoung bows her head at the younger girl. She secretly wishes she could hit herself for the idiocy that came out of her mouth. They make conversation as they walk towards their van. So engulfed in one another they didn’t even notice Jennie sitting on the couch waiting for Jisoo. But something about what Jennie saw going on between Rosie and Lisa feels threatening to her. There’s an insecurity she feels creeping in at the sight of the both of them in such close proximity.
“Anyways I feel like we’ve been so caught up in everything around us that we haven’t checked in with each other in a while? How was your friend? That one that you went to see?” Lisa questions putting her phone down giving Rosé her full attention. Rosie feels her cheeks slowly burn up, “They’re good—I got a few more people to come see our concert in LA. But other than that we caught up, they might even come see us at Coachella this coming weekend. What about you? How are you feeling—You look like you were gonna throw up during Billie’s set.” She comments. Lisa chuckles because if she had to find a way to describe how she was feeling that night it’s that. Seeing Jennie there made her sick to her stomach, looking at someone who hurt her so much. As if being swallowed by the ground wasn’t enough, her own body was rejecting the close proximity. “I just wasn’t expecting to see her.” She sighs, Rosie feels a pang of guilt hit her. “I know I should’ve told you—it was kind of last minute. I’m really sorry. Did—you—guys talks to each other? I saw her run after you.” Rosie stutters to say knowing that she doesn’t really want to know the truth of what happened that night.
Lisa is on the same boat, she doesn’t know where Jennie’s at about the whole thing. As for Lisa she prefers to not tell anyone at all. It doesn’t help the group to have everyone know their business. Especially if it’s something as big as this. She was afraid that after last night she would be crying over her today. Because the reality is that it probably meant nothing to Jennie. It’s clearly just a continuation of where they left off. In truth Lisa was already half way through making out with Jennie to finally realise that they should stop. But being with Jennie last night felt so good, despite not knowing what she was doing it felt instinctual for her. She just wanted to make Jennie feel good—“Lisa-yah?” Rosie questions getting her attention.
“Sorry yeah—uhmmm—we just talked. She just checked in with me and that’s about it honestly.” Lisa tries her best not to look back on last night events again. Though when they were in rehearsals today, she couldn’t help but check Jennie out. The way she tilted her head back to stretch reminds Lisa of how good she made her feel. Immediately hearing the moans that filled her ears—“Are you guys okay?”Rosie questions, Lisa releases a sigh, “I’m working on being okay and I don’t about her so. But I don’t want to talk about her and I anymore. I want to talk about who this person you’re in love with is? Or at least talk to me about them.” Lisa gushes teasing the blonde, she can tell is a sensitive topic because her ears are starting to turn red. Rosie chuckles and sighs all at the same time, “There’s nothing to tell, I am hopelessly pining after a person that clearly doesn’t want me. And guess what—I’ll never tell them. I’m just hoping to just be over them.” She rambles but a part of Lisa is disappointed to hear her friend shy away from her true feelings.
“It’s so unlike you to be like this. You deserve to know how they feel, and it’s not going to be easier if you keep up with this. You’re always so honest why is this person any different?” Lisa proceeds to question, Rosé sighs it’s encouraging to hear this from Lisa but it doesn’t erase the truth. How in love Lisa is with Jennie and if it’s going the same way it’s going with her feelings. She knows that her feelings for Jennie runs deep and it surely won’t just disappear like that. “Because I care about them—and I value their friendship. All these feelings bullshit isn’t worth the hassle. Look at you guys—I don’t think I can take them not talking to me—hell I’d die if they can barely look at me.”
“Isn’t it killing you when you’re around them?” Lisa pulls the hair out of Rosie face. Rosie chuckles creating space between the both of them, ‘It hurts even more seeing you with the person you love’ she thought to herself but if she can talk about this with anyone else why not her crush. Maybe it’ll bring her some closure, “It’s excruciating pain actually—“ she pauses looking deeply into Lisa’s eyes almost hoping that she can read her mind. “Because when I look at them—“ she takes in the courage to say what she’s always wanted too even though Lisa will never register that it’s her that she’s talking about. “It’s like basking in the sun, there’s a comfort that they bring me every time they’re around. Somehow I can always be myself around them, I’m not afraid to be myself I don’t have to be Rosé from Blackpink—I’m just Chaeyoung. And when they smile or laugh I could write a million songs on that alone. Yet every time we’re together I can tell they’re never actually there with me, like they’re heart just isn’t in it.” Rosé stops and for a moment it looks like it’s registering in Lisa’s mind. But she stretches her lips into that familiar sympathetic smile. And Rosie knew that she’ll never guess it’s her. It hurts Chaeyoung as much as it comforts her. “Okay you need to tell whoever this is because—I would love to be loved the way you’re describing this person.” Lisa shakes her head as they exit the car, Rosé unbuckles her seatbelt “If only you knew,” she whispers to herself looking loving at Lisa who doesn’t even seem to notice.
“C’mon I want to take pictures of you on the beach—“Lisa coo’s grabbing the blondes hands pulling her towards the beach. From then on Rosie decides to simply enjoy her time with the younger girl. Because if she’s stays in her head continuously feeding herself horrible words because Lisa can’t love her the way she wants her to be loved. She’ll only push the younger girl away because she knows that’s how she’s handled these kinds of feelings in the past. She starts to run ahead of the Lisa surprising the taller girl but she happily follows her lead, “Get ready for the best date ever.” Lisa shouts following after Rosie.
Chapter 17: wanna leave
Chapter Text
While Rosie and Lisa enjoy their date, Jisoo and Jennie are enjoying their quiet feast. They landed on some Thai food funny enough to satisfy both of their cravings; Jisoo wanted a little bit of spice and Jennie wanted a taste of something a little different from home. But they’ve been here for about 30 minutes and only the utensils are exchanging conversation. Not because Jisoo hasn’t tried, but Jennie’s been avoiding her gaze acting caught up in the good food. The food is good but not good enough to be this silent, “Nini! What happened to us?” Jisoo finally breaks the silence and those words get the best of Jennie. Concern and shock she chokes on her food, after she recovers from her coughing fit she asks “What are you talking about Jisoo-ni?”
Jisoo sighs really milking her disappointment, she even goes so far as to look away from Jennie. The younger girl rolls her eyes at Jisoo, “You use to tell me everything. And now we’re keeping secrets? We’ve literally seen each other naked and suddenly there’s this space between us. What’s that about?” Jisoo dramatises, Jennie can’t even try and feel guilty knowing that at this point they’ve seen each other naked. She shakes her head not wanting to feed into this drama. “See radio silence.” Jisoo tsks.
“Jisoo-ni. Stop it, I had one night to myself—“
“First of all you clearly were not by yourself—“
“Unnie there is nothing to tell okay. I—“
“Do I know who they are?” Jisoo whispers getting closer to Jennie, her eyes could get stuck with the amount of times she’s been rolling her eyes.
“Jisoo-ni enough.” Jennie tries to state sternly as possible but it doesn’t work on the unnie, “No it’s not enough because one second you’re sitting here telling me you’re in love with Lisa then you go and hook up with someone else? What is that about? I am not going to sit here and let you fuck all of this up. I refuse I am not going to let you put that girl through the ringer and I am not going to let you sit here and let me tell you straight to your face that I know she deserves much better than you. I don’t ever want to have to say that to you because both of you deserve each other.” Jisoo disappointingly trying not to gain too much attention from the crowd. Finally Jennie understands what Jisoo is getting at, but after what’s happened the last couple of months Jennie must tread lightly. It’s not that she’s ashamed of having slept with Lisa because if she’s to be honest what happened last night was nothing to be ashamed of. And it seems from this morning’s short conversation it’s clear its bound to repeat itself again tonight.
“Unnie—I can’t force her to love me and I can’t force her to forgive me—when I got there last night with Chaeyoung it looked like she was going to throw up at the sight of my face and that hurt. I’m still in love with her and what happened last night was in the heat of the moment. I was dumb doing what I did—leaving the house without telling anyone. But they reached out to me and one thing lead to another and that’s it, we’re never going to see each other again and Lisa will never know.” Jennie explains almost proud of herself, not all of what she said is a lie—parts of it were true. Jisoo waits a moment looking deeply into Jennie’s eyes to see if she tries to redact what she’s confessed. But nothing, Jennie maintains eye contact despite feeding herself.
“So you do plan on telling Lisa?” Jisoo questions, Jennie smiles clearly the older girl is somewhat happy with her response. “I—am trying to be patient. I don’t know what I’m suppose to say or do?”
“Ask her out?” Jisoo plainly answers.
“What if she says no?” Jennie worriedly responds letting her anxieties get the best of her. Jisoo sighs softly banging her head on the table, “Do you honestly believe that? After EVERYTHING I’ve said, your mother Hyunji hell even Nayeon has thought about this whole thing or what we’ve said to you?!” she mumbles and the matter of Nayeon’s name catches her attention. “You involved Nayeon? What the hell? At this point Jisoo-ni it feels like everyone knows!” Jennie complains but Jisoo needed some fresh ears, a perspective that’s not with them all the time. And they’ve known Nayeon prior to both bands debuting. Nayeon knows Jennie pretty well so Jisoo knew that she’d be the best person to talk about what’s going on with Jennie. And in truth she didn’t really say much, only what she needed to say for some perspective that she’s not the only one that wants these two idiots to get together.
“If everyone knew—Lisa would know.” Jisoo whispers to herself, Jennie doesn’t bother to comment on the last part of her sentence. “And of course I did—she wanted to know what was up with you—you weren’t talking to her and she thought you were drowning in your tears over Kai—”
“That’s a bit dramatic.” Jennie rolls her eyes, “I mean you were being moody…just…not about Kai.” Jisoo shrugs as she finally resumes eating. Jennie on the other hand decides to look through numerous texts that she’s been ignoring due to the volume she received after they performed at Coachella. She finds Nayeons name immediately;
Nayeoni 🐰
I was not drowning in my own tears about Kai
[Nayeoni 🐰 🍭 ]
HELLO Nini. I’m doing fine thank you for asking. What no way! You guys performed at Coachella that’s amazing! Congratulations! Oh you know we’re just preparing on making a comeback but I just wanted to check in on you since your breakup.
Nayeoni 🐰
ALRIGHT! I’m sorry I’ve been M.I.A I’ve just been caught up with stuff you apparently already know about.
[Nayeoni 🐰 🍭 ]
At least Jisoo still talks to me
Nayeoni 🐰
NOOOOOOO pls, I’m sorry!
Nayeoni 🐰
How can I make it up to you?
[Nayeoni 🐰 🍭 ]
I better be the FIRST person you see when you come back to Korea
[Nayeoni 🐰 🍭 ]
Obbbviously if our permit schedules permit it BUT I swear if you use your schedule as an excuse we’re done.
Nayeoni 🐰
Deal and I promise I won’t
[Nayeoni 🐰 🍭 ]
Good.
[Nayeoni 🐰 🍭 ]
I actually only know the most basic information. Jisoo said you were dealing with a crisis and that you were avoiding your feelings.
“A crisis?” Jennie looks up from her phone as Jisoo continues to happily eat, slowly but surely she’s getting back to herself. She’s got nothing to say and simply nods her head.
Nayeoni 🐰
It’s something alright—if you’ve got the time do you want to face time just talk and catch up?
[Nayeoni 🐰 🍭 ]
I would love too how about tonight?
Nayeoni 🐰
I’m a little busy tonight I would only have like 5 minutes to chat maybe tomorrow morning here? While I get ready?
[Nayeoni 🐰 🍭 ]
Suspicious. But alright tomorrow it is.
“Can we PLEASE and I will get on my knees and beg you at this point. Keep the whole Lisa thing between us. Please—this has gotten out of hand, this should’ve stayed between Lisa and I and now I feel like I have to tell you that this should’ve stayed between us as a group. It’s not that I don’t trust Nayeon or my mother but please. We—and by we I mean Lisa and I just need time to; one let her heal from all the hurt I gave her, two a way for me to let her know without hurting her or letting her think it’s some kind of joke. And finally for us to feel comfortable about where we are god knows how long that’s going to take so PLEASE. Be patient with us and let us figure it out without telling anyone else.” Jennie begs pulling the utensils away from Jisoo hoping it’ll grab her attention as to how she’s trying to be. Guilt runs all over the older girls face she was just hoping to talk to someone she didn’t really consider whether or not this is something Jennie wanted to discuss outside of the group.
“I’m sorry there is no excuse for my actions, I shouldn’t have involved others. I want to say one last thing and that is I just had a feeling that deep down you’ve had the same feelings for Lisashi and I wanted to be sure I wasn’t the only one that notice them. Okay that’s it. But from now on we will respect you guys—despite both Chaeyoung and I both wanting to know everything please know that deep down you don’t have to share anything with us until you are ready.” Jisoo explains knowing deep down that she had no right to say anything about anything at all to Nayeon. Jennie of course understands wanting to talk to someone when the person you want answers from doesn’t want to provide you with anything at all. But if her relationship with Lisa is suppose to strive it needs the least amount of people involved in all of it.
“I just want the both of us to come together naturally—you know? None of this everyone expects us too because my feelings for her runs deep Jisoo-ni. It’s scary how willing I am to drop everything for her. I hate not having her around, everything is rainy and dreary without her—she is this sunshine in my life that I didn’t know I couldn’t live without. And when I heard all of those things that netizens and paparazzi were saying about her all I wanted to do was react and let them know that all of that is bullshit. How her eyes are this amazing chocolate brown that remind me of the Christmas chocolates that umma use to give me. How her laugh is so infectious that I can’t help but smile and laugh along at whatever it may have been that made her smile and laugh. How much I hate how territorial I can be with her but I have no right to be so, especially when she’s around Chaeyoung—its suffocating seeing how much they flirt with one another. A part of me—a very—almost extremely toxic part of me wants to just walk on over to her and kiss her—let the whole world know that she is mine—”
“But she’s not.” Jisoo interrupts, Jennie hits the older girl in the arm for stating the obvious. She painfully aware that she’s got no right to be that territorial, “Yes thank you. I just don’t want you to think that I don’t see her the way she sees me, I don’t want her and I’s relationship to start and already have this narrative that one person is a little more into the other.” Jennie sighs, for once Jisoo is clear about Jennie’s feelings there is no hesitation. Hopefully she lives up to all that she’s confessing to the other girl because at this point Jisoo is loving the Kdrama that is unravelling in front of her eyes.
“Okay. I trust—you’ll make your move when you both feel ready. You won’t hear another peep out of us.” Jisoo agrees for the sake of both Lisa and Jennie. As much as she wants them to be together now it wouldn’t do either of them any good to push it. And if Jisoo knows one thing it’s that if they were meant to be they will be. “Thank you—now how are you how’s your back? How are you feeling?” Jennie questions talking about something else other than herself or Lisa. Because the topic of her and Lisa reminds her of the fact that the maknae is one a possible date with Rosé. “I’m okay—unnie got me this physical massage therapist to come in and treat me and when I tell you I watched my soul leave my body it’s crazy!” Jisoo talks about her out of body experiencing making Jennie laugh.
“Unnie!”
“No—seriously—it felt like I was a piece of cement and they were just trying to break it apart to lay down new cement.” Jisoo continues to explain but it’s not quite getting to Jennie, “I don’t know how cement works but I feel like new strong cement.” At this point it feels like the conversation has gotten the best of them, that its gotten somewhere but nowhere all at the same time. “I’m glad you’re feeling better? Is that what you’re getting at” Jennie concludes the older girls nods as she starts to slurp down her soup. “Are you nervous about the next leg of the tour?” Jennie questions making conversation. Jisoo shakes her head back and forth unsure how she really feels. After they debut, she’s not really one to get nervous or anything of the sorts. “Not really—I’m use to it. The only thing I’m nervous about is having ¾ of the team injured.” Jisoo shrugs passing new information to the younger girl. She’s aware of her ankles and Jisoo’s back but who’s the third one. “ ¾ ?” Jennie questions, Jisoo could hit herself for letting the goddamn cat out of the goddamn bag right now. Lisa got injured while she was dancing with Cheshir. Jisoo wasn’t suppose to know but she caught the maknae in crutches while she was going to back to record a few vocals for Kill This Love. Apparently she had misaligned a joint in her knee. Lisa didn’t want to worry her band mates or take a break so she just made an excuse as to why she could only make appearances during performances. Lisa skipped out on, dinners, meetings, rehearsals, practice everything that meant being with a group. Jennie thought nothing of it because—Lisa had spent weeks prior ignoring her for her actions. And if she needed to come back for vocals or fittings for herself she arranged something to be done about it.
“Unnie?” Jennie questions grabbing Jisoo’s attention she’d been mentally panicking for a few minutes over the mistake she just let it slip. “Right sorry—uhmm Lisa-shi—injured her knee. She was practicing with Cheshir that landed her in crutches while we were in Korea it’s why she missed a lot of rehearsals and everything in between she’s in crutches outside of being around me or anyone on her team. She didn’t want to—“
“Wait she’s suppose to be in crutches?” Jenni interrupts worried about the maknae; Jisoo shrinks in her seat regretting every word leaving her mouth. All she can do is nod, “Why didn’t she tell anyone?” Jennie says almost angrily but she tries to keep face. Jisoo shakes her head, “It’s not that she doesn’t want to tell anybody—because honestly I stumbled on it—“
“Why is she still rehearsing? What is it?” Jennie insists and Jisoo wants more than anything to be swallowed by the ground. She’d gone a whole 2 months without having said anything to anyone. Jisoo sighs deciding whether she should cave in or not. But as much as she hates keeping secrets she hates leaving her member in the dark. “She’s got a fucked-up ligament in her knee. Her doctor told her to not use it at all hence the absences during the practices and anything that involved being in a group—so it really wasn’t just you. But I don’t think she should be doing what she’s doing anything right now, that was only a month ago. She told me that she was suppose to get surgery but that meant her pulling out of everything for the next 4 to 6 months. She didn’t want to do that—“
“Is she dumb?” Jennie growls, the older girl raises her eyebrows at the attitude she’s exuding. “So what is she doing? She can’t not get surgery and continue working.” Jennie rambles, Jisoo sighs agreeing but their maknae is a hardworking workaholic. They are all impossible to pull away from work but the most stubborn of them all is the maknae. “Well, she’s got a physical therapist that comes with us on tour, one that’s specifically focusing on her knee.” Jisoo explains but Jennie is not satisfied. She shakes her head at the newer provided she got a whole anatomy lesson about the body when she injured her ankle. An injured knee is not something that should go untreated. “Is that working?” she questions Jisoo can tell that Jennie’s got a loaded gun of things to lecture and question the maknae about. Whether or not she’s going to warn the maknae has yet to be decided. Lisa’s keeping something from Jisoo and she hates being left in the dark. She knows that she’s not at the liberty to know everything but she should.
“It seems to be but there will be times I’ll catch her spending hours with the PT. Or she’ll call out of rehearsals—the only reason she’s hasn’t called off recently is because of Coachella and the next leg of the tour. “ Jisoo explains Jennie releases another huff as she hits the plates a little harder feeding herself another spoonful. Jisoo sighs—it’s only right for her to let Lisa know just in case in turns into a mother big argument. “I understand you’re angry and disappointed—but you have to remember you’re her friend—her band mate. Not her mother—father—girlfriend or whatever. If you’re going to over react it’s not gonna end well, I already gave her an earful. But even I couldn’t get through that stubborn streak of hers.” Jisoo suggests watching as Jennie’s face calms as she hears those wise words from the older girl. They’ve sort of just made up and the last thing she wants is ruin what’s going on. Despite only being separated from Lisa for only a few hours. She’s already craving her touch, how quickly she came undone watching Lisa practically fu—
“Jendeukie—d’you understand what I’m saying?” Jisoo questions bringing her attention back. Jennie clears her throat, looking back Jisoo nodding her head as normally as she can. “Yes—you’ve got nothing to be worried about it’s not like she’s talking to me.” She reminds the older girl who immediately remembers that the two girls haven’t spoken outside of the public eye. Jennie knows it’s a lie but they only started talking to each other last night.
***
“I had a wonderful day Lisa-shi—I mean it. I miss having moments like this with you. I feel like since we’ve been back in Korea we’ve been a bit busy especially you. I feel like I only ever saw you when we had to perform for most of our promotions stuff. But I also know you’re also avoiding Jennie-unnie—” Rosé rambles as they enjoy the night breeze waiting by the fire. Rosé’s been dreading coming back from her date with Lisa. She’s spent a couple of years dreaming about a day just like the one they had today. Rosé was mesmerized at the sight of Lisa giving her undivided attention, they talked about everything and anything today. Where they saw each other in the very distant future after Blackpink—where they saw each other residing to see if they would ever leave Korea. Rosé is many things and most of the time a lot of people only assume much of what she’s got on the surface but if there was ever a moment in the group that’s gotten deep that’s because of her. She loves putting herself and everyone around her think—she loves hearing how they personally see’s the world. And having heard someone who’s she’s deeply in love with talk to her all day about how she goes about to world was wonderful.
“Chaeyoung-ah. I haven’t been fully honest with you.” Lisa says and the panic immediately taking over her body, ‘Shit.’She thought to herself but she just makes a curious sound, “Yes—I am avoiding Jennie-unnie but that’s not the only reason why—it was 2 months or so ago I was practicing a piece with Cheshir and I landed on my knee wrong.”
“Lisayah!” she shouts bumping onto Lisa who’s trying to calm her down a bit, “So I ended up misaligning a ligament in my knee and I was and still supposed to be in crutches. That’s why I haven’t been practicing with you guys and most of my schedule is just me going to physical therapy and trying to keep off of my knee.”
“Lisahi! How is it now? Misaligned knee shouldn’t you be getting surgery or something that sounds really serious—”
“When I was rushed to the hospital they wanted to take me to surgery but before we decided anything they told me I would be pulled out of everything for the next 4 to 6 months. Which means no Coachella—North America tour—or Europe and I didn’t want to disappoint anyone—”
“Are you dumb!” Rosé mumbles squeezing the maknae’s arm a little harder than it was playful. Lisa pulls away knowing how disappointed her best friend is with her decision. “Listen I asked for other alternatives which meant physical therapy for a bit, doctor visits, MRI’s, and X-Ray’s. I wasn’t going to let the team down—Chaeyoung.”
“Lisa—the team would’ve been fine. You should take care of yourself.” Chaeyoung continues to nag, Lisa sighs, “It’s not just that, manger-oppa didn’t really give me a choice either. He got into my head—and now here we are. But I have physical therapy all day tomorrow until we have to show all these promotions so I am taking care of myself.” The maknae tries to make a point but Rosie refuses to listen. “Doesn’t help that you’re suppose to be in crutches—speaking of which where are they?” Chaeyoung bumps into Lisa again but this time Lisa wraps her arms around Rosé trapping her under her arm. The blonde didn’t even bother to protest, she simply folds. “They’re in my room—“
“Alright well if I have anything to say about it you’re not walking on that fucked up ligament anymore.” Rosie breaks from Lisa standing up in front of her forcing a piggyback. She feels Lisa put her arms around her neck softly, “Oooh Chaeyounga!” Lisa coo’s resting her head on the blonde’s shoulder as she picks up the speed. Running towards the door, the girls share a laugh as she feels Lisa bouncing on her back. The maknae is snorting at her feeling like she’s riding a horse. Rosie slowly bends down trying to reach the handle but it only makes Lisa laugh a little louder. “You could help.” Chaeyoung chuckles, Lisa uses her long arms to open the door.
As fate and timing would have it Jensoo has come back from their calm Sunday afternoon outing. Jennie hears the familiar sound of Lisa laugh. She smiles at the sound but her smile turns upside down as soon as she hears Rosie laugh. More importantly how they’re laughing together, the maknae line couldn’t hear the unnies come in so caught up in their world. Rosie starts to swerve side to side making airplane noises making Lisa nervous but also can’t help but smile at the childlike energy that Rosie is bringing in. “What’s that thing they say—ooh—please keep your seat belt fasten we might be experiencing some turbulence—” Rosie warns slowly squatting the jumping back up to bounce the maknae that practically weighs nothing on her back. Lisa continues to laugh, a laugh that none of the girls have heard since they’ve debut. This innocent laugh she use to have before the YG system broke her down. The girls know how reserve Lisa’s become throughout the year so hearing her laugh that innocent laugh she use to have when she’s fourteen almost brings tears in their eyes.
“Chaeyoungah! My room is over there!” Lisa giggles even louder her laughter begins to dissipate and the unnie’s assume that they are slowly entering the maknae’s room. “I haven’t heard her laugh that in a while.” Jisoo reminisces smiling at Jennie who’s overwhelmed with two emotions. She’s sad that the Lisa’s energy and confidence has changed so much, she can feel Lisa holding herself back. But she’s so happy to hear the younger girl sort of find herself and slowly growing her confidence. As much as she hates hearing Rosie’s voice follow Lisa’s she’s glad to hear that the maknae is no longer in her shell of wanting to force herself to suffer alone. “Yeah last time I heard that we were all introducing ourselves when Rosie came to the group.” Jennie add as they slowly walk towards their rooms, “I’m glad she’s feeling better these days.” Jisoo says under her breath Jennie nods, she’s noticed that without having talk to each other the younger girl the last few months she does seem to be doing better. Her actions last night are getting the best of her and the guilt is taking over, “Good night Jendeukie. I’ll see you tomorrow bright and early, think about what I said.” Jisoo reminds Jennie one last time just in case she gives in to temptation. But having heard Lisa laugh like that, the last thing Jennie wants to do is be the reason why she stops. So Jennie heads to her room to get comfortable for a night in especially since they’ll be having a long day tomorrow. That and she doesn’t know how long until Lisa’s going to stop by, she’ll probably take this time to think about what to say to the maknae.
Speaking of the maknae, “Alright ladies and ladies on behalf of the flight crew and I we would like to thank you for choosing Park Chaeyoung airlines today! I hope you enjoy your stay in Lisa’s room.” Rosie jokes slowly placing Lisa on her bed, the younger girl hasn’t stopped laughing since she was first picked up. “Thank you.” She sings watching the blonde stretch out her back, her back isn’t taking kindly to having held someone for so long despite that she doesn’t mind. “No thank you, I had a wonderful time at our date.” Chaeyoung coo’s once again, Lisa smiles pulling her into a hug resting her head on the blonde’s stomach. Rosie of course doesn’t protest instead she starts to massage the younger one’s head as it rests on her. Lisa smiles but Rosie can’t help but feel her heart break at the realization that their date is over. Making her the first one to pull away, “Okay I’m going to shower because we have a looooong day tomorrow,” she comments making Lisa pull away from her but before she does she squeezes one more time.
The blonde starts walking out of the maknae’s room but Lisa runs after her hugging her from behind, “Thank you Chaeyoung” Lisa coos pulling her closer wrapping her arms around the blonde’s stomach. If only she could feel the fluttering butterflies that are dancing around in her stomach she’d know how much this day meant to Rosie. Rosie smiles trying to hold back the tears mustering up the courage to turn around. When she does she’s met by those eyes that have always capture her as if they know how she’s truly feeling that somehow deep down she can see that there’s a possibility that Lisa can love her too. Lisa leans in quickly giving the blonde a soft peck and a smile, Rosie’s taken aback, “Well it was a date I figured it should end how all dates do—with a kiss” She innocently smiles before grabbing the handle waiting for Rosie to walk out, the blonde says nothing of course but offers a smile the best one she can fake before walking out of the maknae’s room.
A part of her can’t even fathom what just happened nor does she really want too. The moment wasn’t long enough to process who can she even talk about this with. She’s been in this bubble of being in love with Lisa that she truly doesn’t know who to turn too. But that seems like something she has to unpack all on her own she’ll probably spend the rest of the night thinking and writing about this tonight. Back in Lisa’s room she’s getting ready for a shower but as she’s wrapped up in a towel but her phone begins to ring. It’s Mina, before they left for America Lisa had grabbed dinner and some karaoke with Jihyo and Mina.
Lisa was expecting to only be with Jihyo but she happily brought Mina which Lisa didn’t mind. There are a lot of things that night that was only supposed to be one thing, for example, it was only supposed to be dinner but Lisa expressed being stress. So, Jihyo suggest karaoke and how that always seems to destress her then spending time with Mina and how well they seem to get along with each other.
‘Myonuri—hi!’ Lisa greets excitedly to hear from her new friend.
‘Hi—’ she softly greets the maknae
‘How are you?’
“I’m alright—I just wanted to give you a call and congratulate you on your debut at Coachella that’s pretty amazing! “TELL HER I SAY THE SAME THING! AND THAT IT WAS—OW!” she hears the familiar voice of Jihyo interject in the background as accompanied by a few thuds.
Lisa giggles before answering, “Thank you! I love hearing from the both of you! But you didn’t have to call me I know you guys are busy so I appreciate you guys taking the time to do so I hope I can see you guys soon! I’m surprisingly missing karaoke already’
“HA! I told you she’d be happy to hear—AAHH MINA—MINA!!” she heard Jihyo say in the background, ‘Is everything okay?’ Lisa chuckles over the phone Mina clears her throat while hearing a few more grunts from both girls.
‘Yeah—I think Jihyo just tripped so who knows. But how are you? How’s LA?’
‘It’s good—cold at night hot for the rest of the day but I wasn’t really expecting anything other than that—Rosie and I explored a bit then I have some physical therapy for most of my day tomorrow. What about you? How’s the comeback?’
‘Yeah I also wanted to call you about your knee? Last time I remember Jihyo and I had to take turns carrying you after one too many soju and beer.’
‘—Jeez that’s embarrassing but thank you for doing that by the way.’ Lisa is practically blushing at this point thinking about how physically in tune she was with Mina at the time.
‘Don’t be I don’t mind—the maknae’s seem to see me as an elevator too—” Mina mumbles but Lisa hears it clearly, ‘An elevator MINARI—ouch I thought you liked me—yet now you’re teasing me’ Lisa jokes while across the world Mina melts at Lisa’s words, something about their hang out wanted her to reach out with Lisa.
‘I gotta keep you on your toes—anyways I have to go we’re shooting something else but I’m glad to hear from you.’
‘Shouldn’t I be the one saying that to you since you called me?’
‘Again keeping you on your toes, “Mina let’s go!”’ she hears Nayeon in the background screaming for the for the black-haired girl. ‘Alright I’ll see you later—I’ll text you.’ Before Lisa could respond the phone call drops she feels a little giddy from that short phone call.
Chapter 18: but I have to go
Notes:
I had to get an upper respiratory inspection to be able to write chapters lmao
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[Jennie 🐻💋 ]
Unnie is it okay if you meet me in my room? I want to talk to you about something.
[Jennie 🐻💋 ]
Yeah of course do you want me to come now?
[Jennie 🐻💋 ]
How’s it looking out there? I don’t want to raise any eyebrows.
[Jennie 🐻💋 ]
My manager unnie and yours is still out there
[Jennie 🐻💋 ]
I think she’s a little scared that I might sneak out again but there’s a door that leads to the pool that leads to your room…
[Jennie 🐻💋 ]
If you don’t mind—being a horny teenager and sneak out…
[Jennie 🐻💋 ]
Shut up.
[Jennie 🐻💋 ]
I’ll be there in 5 minutes.
Lisa puts her phone down and gets herself and her mind ready for what she’s going to do and say with Jennie. Seeing that most of her bandmates know what’s going on with her because she needs to stop pushing herself physically if she wants to get better. If her knee is going supposed to get better she needs to actually listen to her doctor about taking care of herself.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Jihyo won’t leave me alone she keeps singing almost is never enough its so annoying! You’re braver than me please tell her to stfu because we’re at this shoot for so long.
Lisa laughs at herself reading Mina’s message, reminiscing slowly of what she can remember from that night. It was one of the few nights where she felt like Lalisa for once she felt like she was just a 20-year-old who was enjoying her time meeting new people.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Jihyo’s just likes to get to you feel what she feels like you need too
[Minari 🐧 ]
So what is it that’s almost never enough?
[Minari 🐧 ]
I hate how well she does that because she always knows how others feels instead of letting me guess my own emotions
[Minari 🐧 ]
I’m well aware any time I’ve ever needed to understand what I’m going through she always knows how to explain it to me so I can understand my own emotions.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Honestly the more we talk about it it’s kind of pissing me off how well she does that for me because NOW I am caught up in a shit show.
[Minari 🐧 ]
A shit show? What do you mean?
[Minari 🐧 ]
I’m actually moving on from it and really I want to be out of it. I want to be around new people
[Minari 🐧 ]
I’m pretty new
[Minari 🐧 ]
Exactly and you’re great! So if you ever find yourself in America or Europe or honestly when I get back to Korea we should hang out.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Don’t make promises you can’t keep.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I would never break a promise.
Lisa smiles continuously down at her phone until she hears a soft knocking outside of the glass door. She looks up to see Jennie waving at her telling her to hurry up, Lisa puts her phone down and grabs the crutches. Jennie finally sees the infamous crutches that she only uses around Jisoo. Jennie’s face is accurately depicts confusion. Lisa unlocks the door and Jennie opens it slowly, “Why are you in crutches?” she questions as normally as possibly, Lisa feels her palm begin to sweat. Jennie walks in then closes the curtains in to ensure them both have privacy. She turns around to see Lisa on the couch waiting, “I was dancing with Cheshir and I landed on my knee wrong—and I’ve been and suppose to be on crutches for the rest of the year. Since I didn’t get surgery and I’m telling you because if we’re going to keep doing what we’re doing I will probably be in crutches outside of it.” Lisa confesses Jennie pretends as if this is the first time she’s heard this. She rolls her eyes sitting down next to Lisa to still convey some normal reaction not to raise any questions.
“Two things, one thank you for telling me , two why didn’t you get surgery?” Jennie says through her teeth trying to keep her anger at bay. Jennie’s aware that it comes from a good place but her anger often manifests to a protective mother like effect. “I was suppose to but then manager-oppa got in my head saying I’ll be pulled from most of everything—Coachella—America and European tour—it was going to be 6 months or so and I didn’t want to disappoint you guys—”
“Fuck manager-oppa you should’ve gotten the surgery. Do you want me to give you a massage?” Jennie tries to control the passion in her voice making Lisa chuckle. Jennie takes the crutches out from Lisa’s hands putting off to the side that’s when she hears a familiar ding from Lisa’s phone. She let’s slide off of her back and begins to massage the maknae’s legs everything surrounding her knee. Knowing that trying to massage around the injury instead of on, she figured she finally return the favour after those nights when Lisa took care of her ankle. Lisa’s phone dings again but she doesn’t seem to notice as she melts under Jennie’s massage, “You know this is going to cost you.” Jennie whispers smirking at Lisa who is a little too occupied at how good the massage she’s feelings.
She’s been so busy that she’s kept pushing her appointments with her physical therapist so she’s currently in heaven. Jennie decides to keep massaging and this time she hears Lisa’s phone continuously chiming, “Nini can you grab that for me?” Jennie can tell that Lisa’s definitely going to milk this injury for as long as she can as if she doesn’t milk being the maknae enough. Jennie gets up to grab the phone and phone lights up and she sees three names, Mina’s, Diana’s, and her mother’s name. She raises an eyebrow at the sight of Mina’s name she didn’t even know they texted each other. Jennie’s only seen the two talk during award shows or behind the scenes when she’s catching up with Nayeon. She’s aware however that Jihyo and Lisa are very close friends but Mina is new information. Jennie hands the younger girl her phone, Lisa sits up grabbing her phone and smiling. The older girl notices of course but decides to channel all that jealousy onto the massage trying to ignore Lisa who’s giggling over her phone.
[Minari 🐧 ]
We’ll see I hope you haven’t forgotten that you owe me a lot of beer and soju.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Is that so? Aren’t you allergic?
[Minari 🐧 ]
That’s beside the point. Am I that boring to you?
[Minari 🐧 ]
Quite the opposite actually—I just don’t remember when I stacked up a debt of soju and beer.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Almost is never enough night.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I see what you did there 😋
Lisa decides to put her down when she feels Jennie hands start wandering away from her knee a little closer to her center. She looks down at the older girl smirking, “Miss Kim that is nowhere near my knee.” Lisa leads the older girls chin up to be face to face. They close the gap feeding into their craving that they’ve been trying to keep at bay since they parted this morning. Jennie moans feeling Lisa’s hands start exploring her body trying to slowly pull her closer until finally she’s waiting for the signal from Lisa to straddle her. Lisa’s rests her fingers right inside Jennie’s waistband pulling her in slowly, the older girl straddles the maknae putting her hand on her neck. Deepening the kiss, their breathing shifting hitching at each other’s touch, they can’t even begin to describe how their familiarity with each other makes them feel.
As well as they have been distracting themselves with their bandmates they both have been craving each other’s attention. Their hands on each other teasing their clothes whether or not they’ll be coming off or not. Mouths dripping in alcohol at how quickly they both got so addicted with others taste. Lisa’s been dreaming about moments like this with Jennie she can’t even bothered about how this is going to affect their friendship. Let alone where their feelings stand, there must be something that the brunette feels for her. She came on to her, she came back for me with her all Lisa has to do now is wait and simply enjoy what’s going on right now. Jennie brings her back into the moment by brushing her tongue across Lisa’s bottom lip. Lisa happily parts her lips granting her access as she snakes her hands on Jennie’s back scratching softly. Inching their way up to the older girl’s bra hook to smoothly unhook it, wanting to be where she was last night. Only this time she wants to feel the sensation and the sequence of actions of what it’s like to be in between Jennie Kim’s legs.
Once her bra is unhook she pulls her hands out from Jennie’s shirt, slowly pulling the straps down from both sides. There’s no protest from the other girl of course, she wants more than anything to feel that release once again. Lisa throws the bra off somewhere as soon as it fell on her lap and she starts to lift Jennie shirt, they pull away from one another quickly. Jennie’s now topless and Lisa is taking turn with her hands giving each breast the right amount of attention to get Jennie moaning every now and again. She’s always been drawn to Lisa’s hands, she likes how big they are, they always towered over hers. There’s a certain safety that comes to it and with last night and tonight it’s given her nothing but pleasure. Jennie removes her hands from the back of Lisa’s neck copying the younger girls’ actions unhooking her bra and taking off her shirt. Jennie breath hitches taking a moment, “You’re beautiful.” Jennie confesses impulsively, Lisa winks trying to take that with a grain of salt. She signals Jennie to get up, Lisa pulls her back using the waistband to guide her back.
Lisa plants soft kisses on Jennie stomach, leaving snail trails before sucking on her sweet skin. Leaving softer marks, Lisa can’t help but smirk at the thought of her neck. At lease these marks won’t be so obvious, and she saw that most of what Jennie’s going to wear for press is covering this part of her body. Trying to distract but also fill her with something else as she unbuttons Jennie pants. Jennie hadn’t notice until Lisa lowered her mouth where she expected her pants to be. Lisa looks up at Jennie biting her bottom lip asking for consent, Jennie nods softly. Lisa stands up aggressively picking up Jennie. Who quickly wraps her legs around Lisa’s hips as she guides them back to the bed. Jennie tries to control both of them by trying to get Lisa to spin, ensuring that it’s the maknae’s back that lands on the bed first. Sure enough it’s Lisa, Jennie situates herself before lowering her head down next to Lisa’s ear. “My turn.” She whispers and the huskiness in her tone creates a pool in Lisa’s already damp underwear. She gets chills at the lingering breath Jennie leaves around her ear, pulling away heading towards Lisa’s center.
This was all she could think about…all day. Being between Lisa’s legs and hearing her name coming out of her mouth as she finishes. Jennie lifts Lisa shirt slowly knowing that she can finally look at all of her beauty. She takes the shirt off the younger girl softly tossing it to the side planting a soft kiss on her lips slowly leading them down to Lisa’s waistband. Jennie looks up for consent, Lisa nods her head trying to control her breathing as it hitches at the sight of Jennie Kim getting ready to eat her out. Jennie smirks unbuttoning the girls pants first before taking off the girls under garment. Jennie bites her lip at the sight of something she’s been craving. Something she never knew she would crave, she prompts Lisa’s long legs right beside her head. Perfectly placing her head right between those legs looking up at Lisa one more time to be sure that this is what she wants. But Lisa’s already reacting as she tilts her head back to Jennie merely breathing on the most sensitive part of her.
Jennie begins by slowly kissing Lisa’s inner thigh trying to build up to what Lisa’s been waiting for since their kiss on the couch. Lisa moans with each kiss as Jennie lingers with a bite hoping it leaves a mark. Jennie finally makes it to Lisa’s center running her tongue through her folds and ending at Lisa clit. Jennie slowly circles her tongue around Lisa’s clit making her moan. This is a new feeling for both girls and there is no complaints for either girls. “Fuc—” Lisa moans as her breathing gets heavier with every stroke of Jennie’s tongue. Jennie continues to suck on the most sensitive spot every now and again, the maknae begins to sway her hips against Jennie’s tongue. Wanting to continue this ecstasy, Jennie steadies the younger girl by grabbing her legs. At this point her tongue doesn’t know what it’s doing but she knows its making Lisa feel good.
“Uh—fuck—” she moans a little louder catching Jennie’s attention but it quickly fades when she can feel how tense Lisa is getting. She pulls away a bit and running her finger up and down her folds until it reaches Lisa’s entrance. Judging by how wet the younger girl is there is much for an introduction so she slowly inserts her finger in Lisa catching the younger girl off guard. “Shit—oh fuck—” she repeats again, Jennie starts to slowly before building up the speed of which is driving Lisa. “Fuck—yes right there—uhh—that feels so good” Lisa arches her back loving how much Jennie’s touch is making her feel so good. So desirable, Jennie lowers her head back down to Lisa’s center as her fingers keep a steady rhythm. Lisa’s knuckles turn white as she holds onto the sheets getting closer to the end.
There are stomps coming from the either side of the door but neither girls are bother to care. Lisa wants to feel the sweet release of all of this tension and she is close. “Fuck—yes right there—shit that feels soo good. Fuc—meee” Lisa growls, music g her hands in with Jennie’s hair tugging harder and harder with each interaction with her tongue. As her fingers go deeper into her, having this feeling of pleasure fill her up. “Shi—faster—ugh that feels soo goood” Lisa groans feeling herself get closer to the edge. Jennie fastens her speed while keeping her contact consist with Lisa’s clit circling around it, while sucking around the girls center. Lisa’s moans get louder and louder and neither of them can even bring it to each other’s attention it, the moans alone is making Jennie fall in love deeper with Lisa. As for Lisa just loves how good she feels right now, it’s different from watching K Drama’s or reading books. This is much better than she thought it was going to be. “F—right there—I’m—” before she could finish her sentence she comes undone onto Jennie’s fingers. Her breathing heavy trying to catch her own orgasm as Jennie collapses right on top of her stomach.
***
The next morning, Lisa’s the first one to wake up she’s got physical therapy for the first half of her day before meeting the rest of the girls for their promotions. She doesn’t dare linger at the sight of Jennie knowing that it might make it harder to move on. Somehow getting all of this sexual tension out of her body as help her be able to focus elsewhere. It’s opened a whole new section of the can of worms that is there relationship but something about Jennie wanting her eases all of her desire. It’s proving that deep down, no matter how deep, Jennie clearly had feelings for Lisa. Somehow all of that’s given the maknae some weird form of closure, she’s slowly releasing the idea of dating and loving Jennie Kim.
[Minari 🐧 ]
So Jihyo and I had an idea we’re going to be in America in July?
[Minari 🐧 ]
…damn we’re going to be in Australia…
[Minari 🐧 ]
That is truly unfortunate
[Minari 🐧 ]
Ditto, how’s your 2020 looking? We’ll be in Japan in February?
[Minari 🐧 ]
Now you’re speaking my language, I’m pretty sure we are too! Maybe we can see each other while we’re all in Japan?
[Minari 🐧 ]
Yes! I would love to see you guys! Maybe you can show Jihyo and I your favourite spots.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Jihyo knows them all already but I’m sure she wouldn’t mind tagging along.
[Minari 🐧 ]
It’s more like do you mind if I tag along?
[Minari 🐧 ]
Of course I don’t mind. I’m sorry if I gave you that impression last time despite the fact that I was the one that crashed your date with Jihyo.
[Minari 🐧 ]
It was a joke. I was just teasing you.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I guess that’s karma from teasing you yesterday. How’s your leg?
[Minari 🐧 ]
She’s in a lot of pain I’m currently with my PT and he’s giving me shit for missing it yesterday specially because I spent all day walking around on it.
[Minari 🐧 ]
It’s like you don’t want to get better 🙄
[Minari 🐧 ]
Technically I don’t think you can be mean to me yet we’ve merely just started our budding friendship.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I think my 11 years of ballet and personal experience of dance injuries gives me a pass to be on your ass about you needing to take care of yourself.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I am taking care of myself but I hate letting people down.
[Minari 🐧 ]
The only person you’re letting down is yourself. You should be recovering and manager-oppa should’ve prioritized your health instead of manipulating you into thinking that missing out on a few months of tour is more important than your physical health at this moment and the future.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Woah kind of intense but thank you.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I don’t like injustices is what I’m getting at.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Passionate, I appreciate it but I’ve told all of the girls so now I don’t have to hide the fact that I’m supposed to be on crutches outside of schedules and performances.
[Minari 🐧 ]
You just now told your best friends?!
[Minari 🐧 ]
Listen I am the maknae and I didn’t want to worry them. I knew that whenever I was going to tell them all of their worry would manifest as anger and I didn’t want to hear it.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Yeah but all of it comes from a place of care Lisa.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I know I know 🙄 you sound like all them
[Minari 🐧 ]
Okay I’ll stop, is your PT nice at least?
[Minari 🐧 ]
She has her moments but she makes me laugh so that’s a plus. What are you guys up to today?
[Minari 🐧 ]
Prepping for the new album, lots of interviews and rehearsals you know how it is. What about you guys?
[Minari 🐧 ]
I can already feel the late nights for you guys, in a few hours we have an interview with James Corden.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I already stay up late won’t be much of a change
[Minari 🐧 ]
That’s so cool!
[Minari 🐧 ]
You purposely stay up late when you don’t have too?
[Minari 🐧 ]
The world is a just a little more quiet at night.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I wouldn’t have taken you for a night owl, though it would support the whole mysterious quiet thing you’ve got going
[Minari 🐧 ]
What is that suppose to mean?
[Minari 🐧 ]
I mean the whole time we together all I heard was laughs from you which is fine but how mysterious
[Minari 🐧 ]
I like to observe first I don’t like to insert myself in environments I’m not familiar in
[Minari 🐧 ]
Nothing to be worried about, you know Jihyo and we’ve seen each other in award shows
[Minari 🐧 ]
Yeah I know but I don’t know I feel awkward 😅
[Minari 🐧 ]
Really because on stage I don’t see you feel awkward at all
[Minari 🐧 ]
Lisayah! You know that’s different
[Minari 🐧 ]
Okay—fair but you don’t have to be different around me
[Minari 🐧 ]
Noted, but duty calls thanks for the chat
[Minari 🐧 ]
No worries, I like chatting with you ☺ ️
Chapter 19: you kiss me
Notes:
guys guys...its not looking good is all ii have to say in real life and in this book bc I am sad about JENLISA RN
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Just as Lisa promised all the girls she was in physical therapy as much as she could be. Despite wanting to explore or be out an about while they were in the US she spent most of her days off with the physical trainer. Rosé was kind enough to spend some of her days off with Lisa. She still hasn’t spoken about the kiss to anyone. Especially since it clearly meant more to her than it did Lisa, she written so many songs of what she thought it would be like to kiss the maknae. Hours of her life writing—being consumed at the thought of Lisa and her together. Yet when they’re spending time together she can tell that there is nothing for Lisa.
Lisa isn’t nervous seeing her again, their kiss isn’t constantly consuming her mind like it does Rosés. How to her their lips practically fit together like a puzzle piece and now every time the blonde smells a hint of firewood it reminds her of Lisa. The perfume that she often wears now, everywhere she goes she feels like that scent alone brings her back to that quick kiss. It’s replaying so much in her mind that she’d forgotten that that was her first official kiss. “Chaeyoungah!” Lisa taps her softly as she sits next to Lisa’s physical therapy table.
“Sorry—yes.” She offers a sheepish smile, Lisa sits up from her position as the physical therapist begins to clean up after their session. “I said…can we explore around Spain a bit before our flight to Macau?” Rosie smiles standing up heading for Lisa’s crutches, “Sure have you asked oppa?” she questions, Lisa chuckles sitting up grabbing crutches from Rosie than standing herself up from the table. The physical therapist clears her throat the two girls turn their attention to the older woman. “Please ease up on your knee, its healing very slowly—and I saw your slip up at the concert in London. You and I both knew what happened because that set your knee back. If you can drive to a few places that would be great.” She instructs, Lisa places a guilty smile on her face but ultimately nods. The last thing she wants to do let alone be is on those crutches longer than she was promised.
They bow their heads saying thank you to the therapist before heading out, “So what were you thinking of doing?” Rosie asks as they walk through the hallway of the hotel back to their things from their rooms. “I don’t know a little bit of sight-seeing then maybe just to sit in the sun. I feel like I haven’t done that in a long time—a little vitamin D?” Lisa smiles at her best friend who in her deepest heart of hears would do anything for her and she doesn’t even know it. “That sounds great, I’ll meet you downstairs in 5 minutes? I just have to grab my bags and make sure the rest of my stuff is ready.” Rose smiles as they stop in front of her room, Lisa nods knowing that she’ll probably do the same thing. But she already started getting her stuff ready last night knowing deep down that she’s the messy pink out of all of the girls. When she gets back to her room she’s surprised to see Jennie waiting for her patiently, “Jesus Unnie! You scared the living daylights out of me.”
Jennie giggles as well did Lisa, the younger girl decides to carry on knowing that there is no time to be with Jennie and also see the sights with Rosie. Frankly she’s a little bit tired, don’t get her wrong she doesn’t mind having been sleeping with Jennie the last couple of months. It’s like all she needed to do was the fuck the feelings out of her system and that’s what she’s done. Her feelings for Jennie seem to have normalize themselves maybe all of those feelings that she thought she had were merely in her head. Or some horny teenage fantasy she can’t quite pinpoint when it all pivoted for her but she’s happy to see herself feel normal again. “I can’t—uhmm—”
“Oh—no I’m not here for that actually—I was wondering if you wanted to go do something later or now?” Jennie smiles but Lisa’s yet to look at her general direction since she’s come in. Lisa pauses for a moment finally look up at Jennie, she smiles at the older girl and Jennie can see the difference in her smile. “I can’t—I’ve got plans with Chaeyoung but maybe when we’re in Macau?” Lisa comments before continuing to gather her things. Jennie takes a minute to compose herself trying to act as if that comment alone didn’t hurt feelings. She clears her throat standing up from Lisa’s bed heading for the door, “Yeah that’s fine. I’ll see you guys at the airport then—have fun.” She practically murmurs, trying to hide her sadness. When Jennie opens the door she’s greeted by Rosie who feels her heart fall to her stomach. She quickly fixes her face hoping the older girl didn’t notice, “Unnie hi—” she smiles, Jennie fixes her face too, “Rosie—hey.” She smiles excusing herself returning quickly to her room.
“I’ll be right there Rosie Posie!” Lisa shouts thumping around with her crutches grabbing her things. Rosie shakes her head entering her room trying not to make anything about finding Jennie in Lisa’s room. She’d be foolish to try and act she hasn’t noticed their relationship has been better since Coachella. Maybe they finally talked about their unresolved conflict in feelings and have been secretly dating behind everyone’s back. Rosie’s nervous at the possibility of that being the truth, that she comes up with another explanation. Maybe they’re finally making time to talk everything through and realize that dating within the band is a horrible idea. “Alright, you ready?” Rosie focuses her attention back on the maknae who’s happily smiling in front of her.
“Yes.” They begin their walk down the lobby talking about various things. Starting with their thoughts about the America and Europe tour. It wasn’t their first time in America just their first time in a few states. They loved being able to return to New York after their last experience, only this time it was a little less drinking a little more shopping and sight-seeing. As for Europe was just filled with a lot of faster paced sightseeing, there wasn’t much time in between before they had to go to another country. For Rosie she fell in love with Amsterdam, she tried to fit as many activities as she, could bringing along whoever was willing to do what. “I don’t know if I ever see myself leaving Korea to live somewhere else other than Australia—but Amsterdam is a close second.” Rosie speaks, Lisa happily nods in agreement. Lisa had a wonderful time in Amsterdam despite spending most of it in a hotel room, she’s thankful for Rosie who kept her company when she was waiting in between activities. But when Rosie would leave she often found herself talking to Mina and Jihyo asking them about their tour. They’re really excited about being able to travel around the world but they aren’t use to being away from home for so long. There was a moment where Lisa and Mina found themselves talking all night. About how both of them knowing that this is where they were meant to be but they find themselves having a moment of why are we doing it at all. Mina specifically kept mentioning how there is some unspoken pressure that she can’t seem to shake. Lisa tries to get her open up a bit but they can’t seem to catch a break. Having her own tour to be a part of, but she’s glad that they seem to be finding solace in one another.
Not to say she doesn’t find it in her bandmates but it’s nice to hear from somebody else’s perspective. Out of all the girls she seems to be the only that always finds herself anxious about performing. She doesn’t know where the narrative came from but whenever it popped up in her head she can’t seem to shake it. This idea of having to show up not just for herself but for everyone else. Maybe it’s due to the fact that she always felt like she’s lacked in the singing part of being in the band. So there’s this pressure that she’s got to show up in other ways. But it’s something she’s been holding over her head ever since she could remember. “I know what you mean I feel like Amsterdam would be a great place to have a family. The fresh air, the culture its very different from Korea’s so I truly do understand.” Lisa chimes trying to shake off her thoughts bringing herself back to the conversation with Rosie.
“What part of Europe did you like the most?” Rosie questions as they make their way to their first destination of the day, “I honestly love Spain. It’s is exciting me the most so I can’t wait to see what it has to offer.” Being so close to the coast reminds her a lot of Korea which she loves and the streets always seem to be filled with music which is just inspiring to her. “Is it the music?” Rosie questions, Lisa chuckles shocked at how well her best friend knows her she doesn’t even know how to reply. “I’m right aren’t I?” she giggles so proud of herself, Lisa nods her head, “It is—and the people—I went to a market last night after the concert and there was people on streets dancing the flamenco and they were so welcoming they even tried to teach me but manager oppa told me that it was time to head back.” She sighs smiling about the events last night it was small interaction but the simplicity of it all fixed her craving.
“That feels like something straight out of a movie.” Rosie chuckles as they get out of the van onto their first pit stop. “It sure felt like it, it’s one of the better days that I’ve had recently.” She sighs and they start walking towards no particular direction, Rosie wants to ask more but she surely unsure of how to do so. “I see you’ve been having a lot of those lately.” She smiles back at her best friend, who’s a little busy looking up in the sky as if she’s up there with the clouds. But it’s true Lisa, does find herself content recently. “You could say that—”
“Is it because of Jennie-unnie?” her moment of content dissipates quickly at the mention of Jennie’s name. She sighs, knowing that if she’s to speak on it with anyone it might as well be Rosie. “We’re civil yes—we’ve just come to an understanding that it’s best that we move on from all these feelings business because it gets us nowhere. I was just thinking of the band in the end—I never ever want to do anything to cause us to get into a fight over what I thought I felt for her. Its childish to have believed that anything I felt for her could’ve been real. Or that there would be a day that she would actually even feel the same way about me.” Lisa starts to explain looking back down and to Rosie who’s curious as to what else she has to say. Clearly they aren’t dating behind their backs but they aren’t exactly as chummy as they use to be. Rosie doesn’t know who or what to believe but there is sincerity in her voice. “I’ve just gotten in touch back with Jihyo and I’ve been talking a lot with Mina and it’s just nice to be normal again and be back on track. Not feeling utter sadness and embarrassment on someone who’s clearly never going to be mine you know?” they continue to walk and they stop in front of a gate Lisa begins to pose on the other side of it.
Rosie takes her phone and begins to take picture of her funny best friend trying to ease up her thoughts. Letting her continue to come back to herself and how she was, this is one of the biggest reasons why Rosé hasn’t said anything about her feelings. Let alone mention to Lisa about how much she loved that kiss that they shared. Maybe there will be a day where Lisa finally sees her and reciprocates those feelings but until that day she’ll find herself here. Just like her phone capturing moments and living through them hoping they last a little longer than the sound of the shutter. “It’s okay you know—it happens to the best of us. But I’m glad you’re reaching out to Jihyo and Mina—it’s reminding me to reach out Chaeyoung. I know they’re supposedly on tour right?”
“Right! I think we’ve been a little too caught up in our Blackpink world.” She jokes continuously posing for Rosie. “But yes they’re on tour it’s their first world tour just like us.” She smiles coming out of the gate continuing onto their exploration day, Rosie follows slowly pulling Chaeyoung’s name up from her phone,
[Chae 🐯 ]
Hey! How’ve you been?
“It’s crazy how far we’d come?” Chaeyoung starts catching up with Lisa leaving a bit of their security behind wanting a little bit more privacy. After what happened with Jennie they’ve been a little more cautious as to what they say and who they’re around. It’s given them a little of shake up not wanting anything bad to come out but if they were being honest they hated having any type of their privacy published out there. To have people observed them like animals at the zoo when really it’s just their life. And there is a part of them that feels guilty for even feeling a slightly angry at the media but it's nice for them to have one another. “And we’re only going to keep going up.” Lisa confidently says putting her hand over the blonde’s shoulder. Rosie of course doesn’t protest and wraps her arms around the maknae’s waist as they continue to walk. “Hopefully.” Rosie mutters, Lisa pauses for a moment and she jokingly scoffs in disbelief. “What do you mean hopefully?”
Lisa playfully tightens her grip around Chaeyoung’s neck. “Lisayah!” she shouts, the maknae let’s go, “I don’t know sometimes I think about what happens after all of this you know? Or it would be foolish to ignore everything that’s being said about us or me.” She sighs it’s clear that this has been something that the blondes been carrying around for awhile. Lisa pulls her into a hug, planting a kiss on her head. “What’s going on Chaeyoung?”
“I don’t know we’ve just been traveling so much. And sometimes it’s hard to ignore everyone’s whispers without my people around you know? It’s like everyone thinks they know you because of the little bit of information you’re willing to share. When in reality it’s not—they see one side of us and they think that’s all we are.” Rosé sighs into Lisa as they walk they hear the teams footsteps behind them get a little closer. Lisa sighs, it takes a lot for this to be happening she can only imagine what’s being said. Usually Rosé and Jisoo are one of the stronger ones in the group when it comes to this stuff and sure they had a little bit of training back in the day. But it’s actually five times worse in real life when they hear those things being said to them in person. “I’m sorry Chae, I know it’s not easy but a part of your people is here. I know we’re not much but we’re still family. It’s not fair to have to go through this experience alone because despite how many times Jisoo-ni or Jenni-unnie say or even I say that you’re not alone your experience is always going to be different from mine.”
“So, I’m not going to stand here and say I understand what you’re going through because I can only fathom so much but I’m here for you Chae.” Lisa smiles at her best friend as she slows their pace, she looks back at the staff asking them to give them some space. “Lisa I need to tell you something.” Rosé speaks out of nowhere, she doesn’t allow her mind to try and stop her. Lisa looks at her giving her this soft inviting doe-eyed look that’s making her melt as they speak. “There’s been something that I’ve been keeping from you—and I don’t know how you’re going to take it and IknowthisisprobablythelasthingthatyouwantohearaftereverythingthathappenedbetweenyouandJ—”
“Chaeyoung!” Lisa chuckles alerting their staff who’s distanced in the back to focus their attention on the girls. “Sloooow downnn” she chuckles, Rosie nods her head taking another big breath in. “Alright let’s try that again, I don’t know how you’re going to take this bu—“
Their conversation is interrupted when Lisa’s phone rings. Lisa reaches in her pocket to check who it is—it’s reads Minari🐧. A smile appears on her face, “Sorry Chae—I have to get this. But I cant wait to hear what you have to say.” Lisa says quickly before excusing herself to take the call.
‘Minari!’ she exclaims so excited to hear from her friend.
‘Do you have a minute to talk?’ Mina answers in a very unfamiliar tone and worry takes over Lisa’s face. She creates more distance between her and everyone else.
‘Are you alright? What’s going on?’ Mina’s breathing heavies as Lisa waits for an answers. There are various voices in the background that she can’t quite make out.
‘I—I—didn’t know who else to call. Talking to the girls felt like I was suffocating and now I really—-‘ She begins to huff through the phone worrying Lisa a little more.
‘Minari—listen to me—count to ten okay—focus on that for now. Are you alone?’
‘Yes—why do—‘
‘Okay just count to ten for me—one—‘
‘two—three—four—five—six—uhh—‘ Mina sobs a little and Lisa could feel her heart break to hear her crying.
‘Hey—woah it’s okay—seven—eight—‘
‘eight—nine—ten—okay—that—‘
‘Okay what happened?’
‘I don’t know we—we were practicing and everything was fine. But it got to my part in BDZ—and I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t sing I felt like—‘Mina pauses and starts to sob again, Lisa doesn’t interrupt instead she lets Mina cry until she stops. It’s different from how the girls usually go about when one of them cries.
‘Sorry for calling out of the blue—‘
‘Hey listen—you do not have to apologise for calling me—ever. I like talking to you.’
‘I—‘
‘Can you remember anything after you couldn’t sing.’
‘I felt like I was going to faint so I walked away. Or I at least tried too but then everybody came running to me and surrounding me. And I couldn’t—I felt so alone and despite having all of them there—’
‘Okay—I’m sorry that this is happening to you. Is there anything else I can do? I wish I could be there to hug you right now.’ Lisa sighs over the phone listening to Mina huff and catch her breath in the background.
‘Just hearing your voice is helping a lot actually—it’s calming.’ Lisa couldn’t help but laugh at that statement. Hearing that her voice is somehow calming to others when she’s always heard the opposite.
‘That is definitely a first—but I’m glad to hear I can help in anyway.’
‘What do you mean?’ Mina slowly controls her breathing as she listens to Lisa giggling on the other side of the phone.
‘I’ve never had someone tell me that my voice is calming. It’s making me laugh how you think my voice is calming. Because yours on the other hand—you’ve got a voice of an angel I feel like you can calm anyone down. You might be able to calm down even a sumo wrestler with that voice of yours.’ Lisa rambles making Mina laugh and she could tell that her breathing has gotten back to normal. Which is easing her own conscious to hear Mina moving away from her panic attack.
‘Don’t be so hard on yourself because its calming me right now—thank you Lisa.’ Mina sighs onto the phone gathering her sniffles.
‘Of course, do you want to talk about it?’
‘I—I don’t know—I don’t even know where to be—begin. I just don’t feel like I belong with them—all this pressure keeps coming from the fact that I’m not doing enough on stage. I’m not showing up enough for the group—or the crowd didn’t like me—I just wanted the world to swallow me whole and I couldn’t get it out of my head. I just wanted to be alone but I couldn’t—I could feel all of these eyes on me—I just couldn’t breathe.’ Mina explains over the phone, Lisa acknowledges every explanation she gives waiting for her moment to answer.
‘I’m really sorry that your head is messing with you this way. I think that your fans know more than I would that you belong with Twice. You belong with the band—remember what we said—we’re meant to be here. I know its easier said than done to let go of how you’re feeling but if you feel like talking you can always talk to me and my calming voice will keep you company. Listen you mean something to people okay—never forget that. And I know how much of a double-edge sword that is but before you were Mina from Twice you were just Mina. And guess what little penguin you’re still Mina.’ Lisa responds, all the way the across the world Mina begins to smile and feel herself calm down. Her anxiety as of lately has been getting the best of her more than usual, the flashing lights of the camera and the stage feel like a constant spotlight that won’t leave her alone. The sounds of screams use to make her smile now it only makes her want to crawl further into her shell.
All her life Mina’s known how much of an introvert she is but this feels a little too extreme. Every move she makes with the girls or by herself takes at least 30 minutes of overthinking. She doubts even the simplest of actions and its restricting her from doing anything these days. Lisa knows that this has been going on since the start of their tour, Mina noted how much pressure she felt from everyone because it was their first world tour. She talked about how they’ve been preparing for this for two years on top of their multiple come backs. Lisa can tell that she’s just getting burned out, ‘Thank you Lisa—I mean it I feel like I’ve been bothering you for like what 5 months now since we first met with my problems. I’m really sorry—’
‘Stop apologizing like I said—I like talking to you. I don’t mind hearing all about your problems as long as your comfortable sharing them with me. But you should know Jihyo’s been worried about you—she said you haven’t been talking to her or any of the girls about what’s going on. Don’t get me wrong I love being your friend but they know you better than I do and they might be able to tell you what you need to hear.’ Lisa advises and a pang of guilt hits Mina, it’s true she’s been shutting all the girls out but she feels like a burden. A disappointment to the group because the only thing that she can think about doing that would make her even slightly feel better. Is the worst thing she could possibly do to her group right now and that’s to leave.
‘I know I just hearing from you and talking to you has been better—as much as I appreciate their encouragement it’s just not quite what I need to hear you know. But with you—you seem to always know what to say.’ Mina simply says without thinking and her cheeks can’t help but burn up and Lisa can’t help but do the same.
‘Okay well the offer stands whenever you need someone to talk too—I’m here. Do you feel better?’ Lisa questions, Mina takes a deep breath and what sounds like getting the rest of her sniffles out before she answers the younger girl.
‘I do thank you.’
‘Good—if you need anything else give me a call okay but I do have to go. Chaeyoung and I are supposed to be exploring Spain before our flight to Macau. But you can text me if you want.’ Lisa offers but Mina shakes her head knowing she should return to rehearsals.
‘No it’s alright I’ll talk to you later—maybe text me when land in Macau?’
‘Of course Minari.’
‘Okay bye.’
‘Bye.’
Lisa sighs hanging the phone up and turning her attention back to Chaeyoung who erases the worry in her face and turns it to a smile. “Chaeyoungah!” Lisa shouts running back to her, Rosie opens her arms up to catch the maknae happily. “Sorry about that—it was Mina and I figured if she’s not facetiming but is actually calling me it must be important.” Lisa explains to Rosie who just nods happily.
“So, what did you want to tell me?” but it’s too late all of courage she had to finally bring up her feelings is gone. The moments over and her delusion that Lisa could actually change her mind after watching her romantic coded phone call from a far. “I—” she pauses for a moment maybe her courage will come back.
“I wanted to tell you I love you. And that after all this time I am still disgustingly in love with you despite having watched you be in love with someone else—I couldn’t help myself but still love you. But you know what’s sad about love? It’s when you happen to know that there’s no hope for you being together and yet you still pray to make it work. It’s when your mind says ‘let go’ but your heart says ‘hold on’. It’s when you dream of that person almost every night only to wake up in the morning with tears in your eyes. And most of all, it’s when no matter how you try to forget that person, you just can’t love cause of the fact that you love that person so much and you just don’t know why.” Rosé thought to herself but she immediately went back into herself. Not wanting to tint their dynamics even more, she can’t shake what it’s done to Lisa and Jennie. She’s barely seen the two have more than a 5 minute conversation and when they’re together as a group Lisa is always reserved. Listening to what everybody else has to say.
“Nothing—the moment’s gone and frankly I already forgot.” Rosé chuckles wrapping her arm back around Lisa waist. Lisa’s not oblivious she can tell that there’s something that Rosie been holding back recently. Usually when it comes to the matter of the heart Rosie can be a little reserved it’s a certain type of vulnerability that she’s not good at expressing. Lisa also knows that pushing her to talk about it only pushes her further back into her shell. “Okay well I’m always here if you change your mind.” Lisa shares, Chae can feel the forming in her eyes but she decides to swallow those whole along with the rock in her throat.
Back in the hotel Jennie is in her room laying flat on the bed bored out of her mind. She had texted Jisoo as soon as she left Lisa’s room to see if she wanted to do something but Jisoo was still asleep. Resulting in her calling the older girl asking her to hang out, but that was about 30 minutes ago. She fears the the older girl fell asleep again. Jennie gets up from her bed and decides to bombard Jisoo by going to her room pounding on her door. “Wahhh!” she hears Jisoo’s voice complain from the other side of the door and couldn’t help but laugh. “Jisoo-ni!” Jennie cries from the other side of the door. She hears another complaint and some stomping.
“Wah?” she opens the door to a smiling Jennie while her face is contorted in a very angry manner. “I thought we were meeting up?” Jennie questions walking into the unnie’s room who doesn’t bother to protest but instead just closes her door as Jennie makes herself comfortable on Jisoo’s bed. Jisoo begrudgingly walks to her bed where she finds Jennie happily relaxing. “I was hoping you’d got back to sleep honestly.” Jisoo answers getting in bed putting the comforter overhead blocking out the light and Jennie. “Unniiiieee” Jennie whines but Jisoo doesn’t cave she simply groans and shifting to turn her back from Jennie.
“Jendeukie—I am tired. If I could just nap for a least a little longer that would be—”
“But I’m boooooooreddd!” Jennie continues to whine, but Jisoo’s not up to deal with her as of right now. They’ve been traveling for the past year performing every other night and if they’re not performing they are travelling which is another version of tired all on its on. She’s a little irritated but she can’t and shouldn’t take it out on Jennie, but if she keeps going off like this she just might. “Jennie—please just—”
“NoOoooO you said you’d hang out with me.” She continues to whine.
“Why don’t you ask Lisa?”
“Lisa?” Jennie’s taken aback by Jisoo’s suggestion, she tries her best to act as if it’s ridiculous to even say such a thing.
“Yes. Jennie, Lisa—don’t act dumb it doesn’t suit you. Tell me how long do you think you were going to be able to sneak around behind our back acting like you guys aren’t hooking up.” Jisoo simply states and Jennie jokes on her own spit at the sound of Jisoo’s comeback. Especially since they’ve been so careful since Coachella—no hickies—always meeting up after everyone’s asleep—taking different cars to different places—going to places that have no camera—literally taking all the steps necessary to ensure no one finds out.
“Well how long have you been fucking Lisa?”
Chapter 20: in your car
Notes:
BOOO! I'm like a fucking jumpscare I joke. But yes I am adding TWICEPINK's friendship and possibly more because Jenlisa irl is making me happy and sad. IDK GUYS it's looking bleak
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“Well how long have you been fucking Lisa?” Jennie ears are ringing; how could she have possibly put the pieces together. She’s numb she doesn’t know what to say—what can she say to avoid any of this. Jisoo knew that that comment is uncalled for that it was just her sleep deprivation getting the best of her. She’s known to be a little less kind when you catch her burned-out and sleep deprived but who wouldn’t be.
“What are you talking about?” is all Jennie can say, she clears her throat trying to let Jisoo second guess her accusation. But Jisoo doesn’t;
*FLASHBACK*
Amsterdam—May 18,
*SOUNDCHECK*
“Let’s run it from Kiss and Make Up—” the stage choreographer shouts from the sides the girls take their places. Jisoo’s noticed ever since Coachella Jennie’s stealing one too many glances. What’s raised questions for the older girl is the fact that it always ends with her blushing after Lisa catches her. She just must be that in love with her, to now start blushing at the sight of her. Jisoo tries to shake it out of her mind of course as she needs to focus.
The music begins but Jennie can barely focus, ever since Coachella she’s been around Lisa more than she can count. All behind everyone’s back of course which makes this whole thing so appealing for the both of them. Though Jennie’s noticed that Lisa tends to walk away at any sound of an intimate conversation. She always seems to have the perfect excuse not to have to talk to Jennie. Of course, every time she does so Jennie reminds herself that it’s the little things and frankly if this is how they are meant to start their relationship who is she to deny Lisa that. Maybe it’s a way for Lisa to keep herself guarded from Jennie and for that the older girl can be patient.
But she’d be a fool if she didn’t recognize how good the younger girl’s been making her feel. Despite not having dated so much in her life this is the best sex she’s ever had. And she’s consumed with the idea of being with Lisa all the time which has proven to be an extreme distraction. There is no exaggeration when she says how it’s consumed her. There was a moment where she’d seen Lisa with her physical trainer the sight was no longer than a second. But the physical therapist had been stretching her legs bringing them up to her chest.
That action alone made the room hot for Jennie the flashbacks didn’t take more than a second to return from the night before. Every night since Coachella they’ve spent together whether it be before Lisa hangs out and explores or after, same goes for Jennie she always makes time throughout her evening to meet up with Lisa. In the beginning there were moments where they were about to get caught. It was their first show after Coachella and everyone had planned to go see the Bean. Since it was their first time in Chicago they figured they could hit some tourist attractions before they headed to Canada.
To avoid the crowd everyone decided to go after the concert, despite it being late at night they didn’t mind. There might have been food bribed courtesy of management that really made them decide to go. Of course, Jisoo thought nothing of it to be honest nobody did, but it did put a dent on JenLisa’s plans for the night. Jennie had been teasing Lisa all throughout the day, it really didn’t start out that way. But if Jennie were to brush up against her during a certain part of the choreography the older girl would blow on the back of Lisa’s neck. After having known Lisa for years, she never knew how sensitive the back of the girls neck is. So sensitive that Lisa let out the smallest moan that only Jenny could hear, the older couldn’t tell if that was on purpose or if that was her genuine reaction.
It had been a while since everyone on their team saw jenlisa like that, walking arm and arm together actually having a conversation. Sure, Rosé was on one side and Jisoo was on the other. It had made the four girls like how it uses to be, they teased each other about each other’s minute mistakes on stage. It felt good to hear the girls all laughing together. As security check the perimeter and the managers speaking amongst one another. The girls begin to take photos of each other, knowing that this takes longer than a group photo taken by the unnies.
All in their own world, Jennie notice Lisa slowly walking around sculpture. Chaelisa’s a little too distracted by their own shoot to notice them both walk away. Jennie gets closer to Lisa and looks around to see no one in particular in their team on that side of the bean. Jennie slowly puts her hand on Lisa’s waist startling the maknae, “Unnie jeez.” Lisa whispers immediately scanning everywhere to make sure no one can see them. Lisa releases a sigh of relief and cups Jennie’s bringing it up closer to hers, closing the gap between them. Seeing that they weren’t able to see other this will simply have to do. Having slept with one another almost every night they simply don’t know when to stop. The footsteps getting closer didn’t seem to faze them, “Jendeukie!” Jisoo shouts finally getting their attention, they push each other away and as Lisa stand in front of The Bean Jennie takes her phone out and begins to take photos. As if that’s what they’ve been doing this whole time, Jennie clears her throat slowly walking up to Lisa.
“Thank you—“Lisa doesn’t even bother looking at the photos before acknowledging her friends walking up to them. “Ahhh you guys found better lighting and told no one!” Rosé jokes and the two relaxes their body as if they hadn’t just been in each other’s space. Getting a glimpse of what could’ve been tonight, Jisoo noticed them acting a little too normal of course but decided to simply let it be. They exchange looks before anyone could see, casually returning to their respective space. Jennie next to Jisoo and Lisa attached to Rosé. Lisa can tell that Jennie’s trying to keep the green monster at bay and ever since they’ve been sleeping together she can tell that it’s beginning to prove harder and harder. She’s not an idiot of course she can tell that there’s something that Jennie’s been going through something and has been itching to talk about it. But Lisa can’t bear to hear it, she’s killed the curiosity within her mind. A part of her knows that she no longer has to hear it. If she’s truly to move on like Mina said, I shouldn’t have any expectations and I should stop giving her space for any emotion disclosure. Especially if its got something to do with us, whatever is meant to be said has already been said.
“Hey!” she hears Jennie’s voice come up behind her, she looks around to see themselves alone again. Jennie feels the taller girls shoulder ease at the sight of no one around. Lisa turns to see that familiar grumpy smile but at the sight of her that smile turns mischievous and the innocence in her eyes turn dark. Jennie grabs the younger girls neck pulling her down to her height connecting their lips. Lisa doesn’t have time to protest and instead cups Jennie’s face as if it brings them even closer. But this kiss isn’t slow, it’s fast and needy as if Jennie had been craving Lisa’s taste all day. Lisa loves the effect she has on the older girl. This trance she seems to have Jennie on just by her mere existence it may be the power that feeds to fuel the older girl. As their kiss and breathes sync together as if this alone allows them to understand one another. Lisa’s hands move down to Jennie waistline just hovering right above the button of her pants. Palming Jennie’s pussy over her pants and slowly sliding her hand into her pants. And this is the sight that Jisoo stumbled upon, clearly they didn’t hear her she moves back a little further “Chaeyoungah!” she shouts grabbing their attention slowly walking to them.
Lisa and Jennie pull themselves apart creating space between them, Lisa runs off before Jennie is able to react. She pulls her phone out pretending to take pictures as she sees Jisoo’s face coming from the side. The whole day Lisa had been trying her best to ignore Jennie but she’s not an idiot. Hearing the older girl moan her name as she finishes is the only thing that’s been occupying her mind since Coachella. The only time her mind isn’t consumed by the thought of Jennie is during rehearsals, conversations with Rose and Mina or anything that has to do with work. She’s surprisingly stayed strong but recently it’s gotten to be proven difficult. There are too many opportunities during their choreography where Jennie is walking or she’s simply standing behind her. They’d made a strong agreement, stronger than most NDA’s to try to avoid being around each other. Creating some distance between them knowing that they’re practically magnets once they are too close. And this is one of those moments where it practically proves their point. They can’t be so close to each other, there’s this strong attraction that neither of them seem to control.
“How long have you and Lisa been sleeping together?” Jisoo questions one more time, Jennie could tell that her patience is wearing thin. Jennie’s regretting having busted into Jisoo’s room maybe she should’ve left herself in her room to rot. Instead of breaking the agreement she had with the maknae. How could she possibly even back out of this how could she possibly even convince Jisoo otherwise. “I’m not sleeping with Lisa.”
“Oh so you guys are dating?” Jisoo crosses her arms; her hostility may be coming from having been woken up by the younger girl. Or the jetlag is finally catching up to her, but deep-down Jisoo knows that she’s annoyed that Jennie felt like this is something she has to keep from her. “Why is this even a conversation Jisoo-ni? She’s made it very clear she wants nothing but space Unnie. Space—and the fact that—” she pauses shocked by the tears surfacing. Jennie waits a moment trying to gather herself and she realizes that all of those talks that Lisa’s refuses to humor Jennie with are surfacing. Jisoo’s begins to soften her face watching Jennie face change, “ No. I am not sleeping with Lisa and no we are not dating. I told you last time that I am going to do nothing but respect what she wants and from what I can tell she’s already moving on. She doesn’t feel—” Jennie stops once again knowing how she can tell Lisa’s feelings altering all these weeks.
They’re quiet unsure of what to say to the other, the last thing Jisoo wanted to do was upset Jennie but it’s too late for that. “Jenduekie I—”
“She won’t give me the time of day and when she does I can tell that it’s not the same. I can tell that her feelings for me aren’t the same anymore. And it pains me to just have to sit here and not fight for her but what else can I do? The fact that you thought I was going to even keep something that big from you—”
“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have—” Jisoo pauses, what else is she supposed to think, after what she saw in Chicago. They looked a little too comfortable to be not anything right? Should she even bother bringing this up? Jennie looks up to see the sincerity in her eyes but her want to spend time with someone else dissipated.
“It’s alright. I’ll see you later. I’m gonna head out.” Jennie walks out and doesn’t allow Jisoo to interrupt her exit. Jisoo simply sighs softly slamming her head down on the bed, she doesn’t know how much longer she can take this. In times like this Jisoo wishes she could go back in time when she asked Jennie what the hell happened in Thailand to just not have asked her at all. Not because she hates the position that she finds herself and Chaeyoung in but she hates what it’s done to Lisa and Jennie. As much as she’d like the two to get together it feels almost impossible to see them together now. Of course, there is no one she can talk to about this but they can’t be the only girl group who’s had something like this happened.
Jisoo reaches for her phone and immediately dialing Nayeon🐰
‘Jisoo’ Nayeon questions over the phone
‘Nasoong—hi—how are you?’
‘I’m alright we’re just heading to stadium for rehearsals—is everything okay?’
‘Yeah of course—how’s rehearsals going?’
‘Well you know what it’s like to be perfectionist and wanting everything to be the best.’
‘I sadly do—how’s everybody?’
‘They’re doing their best because that’s all we can do—’
‘Ahh so it’s tough huh?’
‘A little’
‘I’m sorry but I’m sure it’s going to be great!’
‘Thank you—so what’s going on—’
‘I just have a question—are you alone?’
‘I can be’ “I will be back guys I’m sorry this will only take a couple of minutes sorry you can run it without me.” She excuses herself to backstage trying to find a very secluded spot. Nayeon and Jisoo have been friends for a while and have exchanged too many secrets to know that when of them asks if they’re alone it meant to be for their ears only.
‘What’s going on?’
‘Uhm---how do I say this?’
‘Is anyone in Twice gay?’ Nayeon releases cough followed by a multitude of chuckles which makes Jisoo believe that there is something more to her answer that she’s going to expect.
‘Where is this coming from?’ she tries to recover from choking.
‘I just—has anyone in Twice ever had a crush on someone in the group?’
‘Is this a joke? Are you a secretly a shipper?’ Nayeon continues to tease Jisoo but she isn’t having it.
‘Nayeon—’
‘Okay—uhmm—this has to stay between us and I mean it Jisoo—you and me. You can’t tell Jennie.’
‘I understand.’
‘Yes. It was last year between Momo and Dahyun…’
‘How did—Momo and Dahyun—are they? I did not see that coming—I thought it was going to be you and Mina but alright—’
‘Mina and I—I’m going to move on—from that—but yes Momo and Dahyun.’
‘Are they still what happened—wha?’
‘It was last year, we knew they were close—I mean we all are but they had apparently been together since December of 2017. We just kept noticing a few slip ups you know? They were always caught sneaking out together and the excuse was always the same—just going to the studio to practice then it was the ISAC’s and we all just couldn’t keep to ourselves anymore. Sana was the one that brought it up to Jihyo and well as the leader she asked them and we all discussed it. ‘
‘Don’t leave me hanging keep talking!’
‘Okay!—Jihyo was the one that first talked to the both of them. Their conversation didn’t go well—so the environment in which it came to be was just tense. Momo was mad at what Jihyo said—’
‘What did Jihyo say?’
‘What any leader would’ve said—’
‘Which was?’
‘Of course, she supports her friends getting together but as the leader of the group—as the one who constantly is in between a rock in a hard place she described how she knows all the possibilities of where that relationship could go and what it would do to the group. Momo didn’t take to it while Dahyun understood where she was coming from. As for the group it was a bag of mixed reviews most of us were surprised but supported the two—but Sana walked away—that’s another bag of worms to discuss—but ultimately Jihyo let them know that it was their choice—’
‘And?’
‘They decided to break up a month after that.’
‘Momo wouldn’t speak to Jihyo and Dahyun wouldn’t speak to Momo. Because all Dahyun wanted to do was think it through and talk about it but Momo saw it as Dahyun trying to break it off. So, Momo felt like she was doing what she thought Dahyun was getting at.’
‘Do you think they made the right decision? Have you guys been the same?’
‘I mean—you can tell that it’s a little awkward between the both of them but it’s something they have to keep working on. They’re slowly rebuilding their relationship. And clearly there’s still some heartache surrounding the other person. It’s a very hard thing to navigate as a group so God knows exhausted they are dealing with in alone. Jihyo feels really guilty about the whole thing. Because she had mentioned it to me but we’d come to a conclusion not to say anything but—I don’t know I guess it’s just didn’t work out that way.’
‘Huh—do you think if you guys didn’t bring it up to them that they would’ve said anything?’ Jisoo questions, Nayeon sighs knowing that if it were up to Momo they probably would’ve kept it a secret.
‘Honestly—no they probably would’ve kept it a secret until they broke up or until we disbanded 10 years later or whatever. I know Momo and she feels very deeply and what she felt for Dahyun ran deep. Now that I just told you one of the biggest secrets in Twice can you tell me what the hell is going on?’
Jisoo sighs, swearing in her head knowing that it’s not right to leave her friend hanging after she just put out one of the industry’s biggest secret. ‘Answer me this? Then I’ll tell you what’s going on.’
‘Sure.’
‘Did any of you ever get involve? Surely some of you thought they were cute right or you hated seeing them so distant and hurting like did it ever effect the group at all?’
‘Of course, it did but before we could pry and meddle Jihyo talked to all of us. We weren’t allowed to pry and we could only support them. And they were the ones that were allowed to bring it up because she knew that if we were going to get involved it will look like we were taking side which is the last thing we needed. Now tell me.’
‘Okay—okay—it’s Jennie and Lisa.’
‘Jennie and LISA!—I WOULD’VE FIGURED CHAEYOUNG NOT JENNIE.’ Nayeon screams and Jisoo could practically hear her from across the world.
‘Would you please keep your voice down.’
‘Sorry I—just you all seem—soo?’
‘Straight? Private? A whole mystery?’
‘Yes. Kind of—and to fans yes.’
‘Yeah well—we’re a mystery to our own bandmates. I just needed some advice and surely it couldn’t have just been our us hence why I came to you. I knew that you’d be honest with me—’ Jisoo sighs over the phone she hates seeing her friends like this.
‘Okay—I’ll help best as I can—wait so did Kai and Jennie even date?’
‘Oh that’s 100% true, they did date. Lisa and her overlapped and no they didn’t breakup because of Lisa they broke up because someone sold dispatch the story of them dating. YG made it seem like Kai choose his career over her so that’s why they broke up.’
‘Well damn she’s going through it. So how did Lisa overlap all of this.’
‘Before the start of tour Jennie went to spend time with Lisa and her family. Lisa confessed that she had feelings for Jennie for a while they were there. And then she kissed Jennie—at the time Jennie was just trying to tell her that she was dating Kai which left—’
‘Lisa actively heartbroken.’
‘Exactly on stage and in front of cameras they were great they’re themselves—but behind the camera Lisa avoided Jennie like a plague. She then brought it up once and Lisa asked for space and then a couple of concerts later. Lisa felt like Jennie was doing too much on stage—I didn’t see anything but they got into a big argument about it and it was not a pretty argument. And Rosé went with Lisa and Jennie came with me—they were both so devastated. All Jennie wanted to do was talk through the whole thing with Lisa but Jennie was also flirting with her on stage and the more I thought about it that’s probably all Lisa’s dreamed off so I couldn’t really blame her for getting mad at Jennie. It did look like she was fucking with her the whole time.’
‘I—that is painful. That is a different kind of pain that I don’t think I could endure.’
‘Yeah—I had to explain to Jennie that everything is under Lisa’s pace not her. It was her feelings on the line not hers. But Jennie hated the feeling of losing Lisa and for that I can’t blame her. Those two have known each other the longest—but anyways at that point they both had finally told Chaeyoung and I about the whole thing. So, most of the Asia tour was left in doing our best in keeping up with our image. But behind the scenes they were never in the same room. The thing is I started to think about how both of them interacted with each other. Specifically in the past it was just so natural. They’re like magnets, somehow they’ll always end up next to each other.’
‘You know the more you talk about them—the more they remind me a lot of how Momo and Dahyun were.’
‘Yeah they’re so in love with each other the more I looked at them but you know Jennie—‘
‘Lemme guess it took her too long to realise and now Lisa’s practically over her?’
‘Something like that—but she just told me that she can tell Lisa doesn’t feel the same. Her feelings aren’t there anymore which worries me because I secretly want them together.’
‘Ah—so you are a shipper. But take it from me—if they’re meant to be then they will be. But I also know how Jennie and Lisa are both workaholics and value this group too much. So, there is a possibility that they never might.’
‘So I’m just suppose to watch them love each other but never do anything about it?’ Jisoo sighs
‘Listen—despite taking most if not all of the heat from Momo—Jihyo’s right you have to leave them be and let them figure it out.’
‘What if they never come together?’
‘Lemme ask you something’
‘Have you heard them both say something remotely similar about each other?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘I’ve heard Jennie this and Jennie that what has Lisa said?’
‘Well—seeing that Jennie spent the first few months of this whole ordeal trying to lie to herself. Lisa’s been successful moving on, she respected Jennie’s wishes. Believing that there will never be a day that Jennie will feel the same way about her. So I think having going through some physical troubles with her knee and mostly spending her time with Rosé or on the phone with Mina. It’s helped her move on. Before all of that she use to just not speak during group settings. Now she does, you’ll catch her avoiding eye contact with Jennie but these days she’ll speak. She won’t ask about her but you can tell she’s stopping herself from doing so. The only time I’ve seen them interact is during concerts because outside of that setting their interactions are quick. You can tell how painful it is in her eyes—having to force yourself to simply stop loving someone. No matter how much she’s moved on there’s always going to be a part of her that is painfully attached to Jennie.’ Jisoo sighs over the phone
‘The way she spoke about Jennie is how every girl wishes the person they love would speak about them. How delicate and careful she was with each word she used when she spoke about Jennie, it’s crazy to me that they couldn’t make it work. Maybe Jennie’s combination of lack of self-awareness and having given Lisa too much space has only hurt her position in the end.’
‘And you don’t think that there’s even the slightest chance that they might get together in the end?’ Nayeon questions starting to become a little invested in the whole thing.
‘I don’t know. I feel slighted—the way they’ve always treated each other have always been more than friends but I can’t force them to be together. I can’t just ignore the efforts of Lisa practically paving to whatever path that Jennie wanted to walk on and vice versa. I want them to be together I’ve never wanted to be something truer than Lisa and Jennie being together but—I’ve never seen Lisa in so much pain—I’ve never known for us as humans to be so capable of hurting others before. But what Jennie put Lisa through—no one should ever have to cry over someone like that over and over again. As for Jennie—I want her to be happy too but I can’t make keep making up excuses for her actions and for her idiocy. I just don’t know what to do because now I have a loved-up Jennie and an emotionally unavailable Lisa.’
Nayeon sighs, because if anyone has any first hand experience of being the Jennie of the story it’s her. ‘I’ve been Jennie and take it from me—just tell her now that there is no hope. Before she spends the next few years hoping she had done and worked through her feelings quicker. If they are really meant to be together they’ll get together and if they don’t then it wasn’t meant to be. As toxic as it sounds—the band should always comes first and I think that’s part of why Jennie waited and why Lisa is moving on.’
‘What do you mean—you’ve been Jennie?’
‘It doesn’t matter—it was way before the Momo thing and I just realized how late I am.’ Nayeon sighs but Jisoo could tell that this is something that Nayeons been holding back. It’s what most of the world always forgets about idols—that they have feelings too only they’ve been told to constantly hold that part of themselves back. Jisoo’s always been so livid at this portion of what it’s been like all those years training to be an idol.
‘It does matter—’
‘Jichu—please—it doesn’t matter because it’s over now. Everything I feared every time I thought I could do it—every time I thought I could finally go up to h—them and let them know that I have been in love with them for years—I am reminded by what will always happen. Everyone’s fear will always win and no love is stronger than fear. Even if they do come together—’ Nayeon sighs ‘’Nayeo-ni you have to come back in—now.” Jisoo hears Sana voice in the background. “I’ll be right in.”
‘They will still choose the well-being of the group. Save them the heartache—let Lisa move on and tell the Jennie the truth instead of giving her hope. The same kind of hope she gave Lisa. I have to go Jisoo. I’ll talk to you soon’ Nayeon doesn’t wait for Jisoo’s response and simply ends the call. Jisoo is left even more confused than where she thought this conversation was going to help her. As much as she knows she should probably not bring up Lisa right now, maybe Nayeons right.
A little after her heated conversation with Jisoo, Jennie went back to her room to get ready to leave. To which she spent gathering up the courage and making a bullet point list of what she wants to finally say to Lisa. After finishing her conversation with Jisoo, something in her awoke. A part of her that she had been trying to ignore because it’s been being met by the fact that she’s sleeping with Lisa. But as soon as she mentioned Lisa not feeling the same about her—the insecurity that she’d been trying to ignore is finally coming up. Which means that its finally time for her to accept the truth and stop merely accepting that this is the start of their relationship. When in reality sex is not what she wants out of their relationship.
“Thank you Rosie—I had a wonderful day today but I’m just gonna head to my room to just check it one last time before we go.” She hears the familiar sound of Lisa and Rosie’s voices right by her door. She decides to ignore looking down at her bullet pointed list;
- When we’re alone I can’t help but want to give everything up for you.
- We flirt all the time, smile and laugh but how I am supposed to know if this is real? I can’t control my feelings anymore. It’s so hard being around you and not saying all the things I want you to hear. I’m trying my best to act casual but all I can seem to do is get mesmerized in your eyes.
- I wish I wasn’t so afraid from the beginning. That day when we first shared our kiss—I should’ve just told you right then and there how much I love you.
- It’s scary to see how much I love you.
- I don’t want for us to start like this—I want to do this right. I want us to be right.
- Some days I can’t stop thinking about you, and other days I wonder why I’m wasting my time.
- I wish I could just ask you what you think of me?
“Jennie?” she hears Alison’s voice on the other side of the door pulling her out of her list. She buries the phone in her pocket locking the last of her suitcase. “Coming.” She lifts the bag down from the bed. Jennie glances at the room one more time before gathering the rest of her things rolling her way towards the door. Alison smiles at the sight of Jennie looking up from her phone as Lisa’s manager holds on to her things. She hears the clunking of Lisa’s crutches and her chest tightens knowing how awkward this lift ride is about to be. Lisa’s been consistent with one thing and that is lack of interaction with Jennie since Manila.
“Thank you oppa.” She hears Lisa whisper behind her, Alice and Alison get on the elevator first along with her luggage, oppa gets in and holds the door looking at both of the girls. “Is it alright if you guys take the next one? We still have to grab other luggages.” The two girls nod watching the doors close, they stand in silenece for a minute before Lisa clears her throat. Jennie’s so busy trying to calm her mind that she thought Lisa had said something. “Sorry what did you say?” Jennie questions, Lisa chuckles shaking her head pulling her attention away from the phone and down at the older girl.
“Oh I just cleared my throat.” She clarifies, Jennie decides to refrain herself from talking just in case she does something stupid. Lisa clears her throat again, “So—what should we do in Macau? What does your schedule look like—I mean we should figure out some time blocking for that now bec—”
“I just wanted to talk” she interrupts Lisa practically speaking through her teeth continuing to refrain herself. Lisa’s taken aback, “Okay sure, we can do it now if you like.” Jennie shakes her head trying to find the right words to say without saying what she truly needs too yet. “No it’s okay it can wait till Macau I know we have some time after the concert there.”
“Okay.” Lisa can tell there’s something odd going on with Jennie but decides not to pursue it and lets the lift fall silent again. The doors open to Rosé patiently waiting sitting on top of her suitcase as the managers check everyone’s documents and suitcases are there. Rosie runs up to Lisa helping her with her crutches and they go their separate ways. Jennie walks over to the couch getting ready to read over her talking points and disassociate for the however long this flight is about to be. She pulls the hood over her head resting her eyes for a bit feeling the lights pursue the beginnings of a migraine.
“Jendukie…” Jisoo hums trying to softly get her attention, Jennie tries to hide the smirk knowing that sulking is the way to go right now despite Jisoo being right. “…I’m sorry about what I said earlier. I shouldn’t have—”
“Jisoo-ni it’s okay. I think—“Jennie sighs pulling herself out of her hood. “I think that when we get to Macau I’m just going tell her everything.” Jisoo chokes at the sound of ‘everything’. Here she was thinking that she had to be the barer of bad news but maybe this is them coming together naturally or at least them figuring out how to best move on or get together. The possibilities are endless for Jisoo, “Oh—uhmm—”
“I just need to know and I think she needs to know. We both need to either talk about how to do this together or move on. I can’t just keep watching myself lose her—she deserves to know and so do I.” Jennie simply puts watching her and Chaeyoung mess around with each other suitcases. Teasing each other how they always have even before they debut. Jisoo follows her eyeline and watches the maknae’s unfold with their teasing and the light in Jisoo’s head finally lights up. Lisa is the one that Chaeyoung’s been in love with. “For fuck sake.” She uncontrollably says and Jennie is astonish.
“I mean—yes I think that is a great idea. No sense of beating around the bush anymore its been a few months and she seems to be doing good—” the last part catches Jennie’s attention, is she trying to confirm Jennie’s insecurities. Does Jisoo know what she’s been noticing deep down this disconnect that she’s been feeling.
“What do you mean?” her voice slowly breaks and the older girl is quick to notice, Jisoo sits in front of Jennie trying to cover her from everyone else. “No-no-no—no that’s not what I meant. I just mean that you guys haven’t fought about this in a while so you’re not exactly opening up any fresh wounds to pour salt on.” Jisoo comforts her band mate wiping the tear off that clearly wants to fall down. “I think it’s a good idea okay—do you already know what to say?” Jisoo tries to lighten the mood by teasing her best friends tendency to ramble and land nowhere near the point.
“Yeah I have a list—I just want to be able to get through what I have to say. So I asked her to hang out during our day off in Macau so I think I’ll probably mention it then.” Jennie smiles looking down at her phone. Jisoo smiles confidently at her friend as she dissects every interaction Chaeyoung and Lisa has ever had. “Do you want to look over it?” she questions knowing how much of a nosy confidant Jisoo’s been for her, the older shakes her head. It raises a red flag in Jennie but decides not to pursue it. She needs all the mental and emotional strength for the next 2 days.
It could go really well and Lisa finally forgives her or at least gives her a chance. Or it could go horribly wrong and they stop speaking to each other for a while. Jennie sighs at the thought of the latter, but they both need to bury all of this business. “ Alright girls are you ready?” one of their managers speak up. The four girls turn their attention to their belongs and head for the door. Lisa’s the first one to lead the way since they’re trying to conceal her injury. After security help her in the van the rest of the girls follow. Since Lisa’s injury their journey to the airport has been faster and secure. They get a private entrance through security even on the plane.
The ride to the airport was quiet, sounds of their thumbs scrolling through their phone. A stifled chuckle every now and again but mostly quiet.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Is it weird to let you know that I’m kind of excited to talk to you later?
Lisa looks down at the message, a sweet message she’s not used to receiving but something she could get use too. Her heart beat a little faster at the sight of Mina’s name and now her palms are starting to get sweaty too. She shakes her head rolling her eyes as a reaction before writing back to the Japanese girl.
[Minari 🐧 ]
No I don’t think it’s weird.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I’m excited to hear your voice.
[Minari 🐧 ]
🥰
[Minari 🐧 ]
How are you feeling?
[Minari 🐧 ]
Still a little out of it but I talked to Jihyo like you said.
[Minari 🐧 ]
And?
[Minari 🐧 ]
I know it probably was hard but how did it go?
[Minari 🐧 ]
I felt like for once I was just talking to Jihyo not Jihyo the leader of Twice. Which was different and talking to her helped me level my head a little.
[Minari 🐧 ]
That’s good. I’m glad to hear she could do something for you.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Yeah she’s a good one.
[Minari 🐧 ]
She really is. A wise one at that, I think that sometimes people forget that she’s still figuring things out the same way we are all because she’s a leader.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Guilty.
[Minari 🐧 ]
It’s alright. Did the talk help or?
[Minari 🐧 ]
I hope so because we’re leaving for the US soon. I just want to do the best for our fans. I don’t want to be labeled as someone who’s boring, or someone who has no stage presence.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I know I’m no Momo. I’m not a powerhouse like Jihyo and I know I’m not as beautiful as Tzuyu or Nayeon. I feel like I am exhausting myself trying to please the fans because I know that without them I wouldn’t be here. And I just am trying so hard to let the fans know that I do belong here.
Lisa sighs at Mina’s message. She doesn’t understand how such a beautiful person like Mina feel like they’re lacking in their existence. This idea that Mina sees herself as someone who’s not enough for anyone.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Mina. You are amazing. You are talented. You belong with Twice because without you there would be no Twice. Of course, you’re no Momo, Jihyo, Tzuyu or Nayeon because you are Mina. They don’t need another Momo, Jihyo, Tzuyu or Nayeon, what they do need is a Mina. And last time I check you are Mina.
Before Lisa could anticipate Mina’s response they arrive at the airport. The girls are pretty good staying off of their phone up until they’re at their gate simply waiting for the plane. Knowing that going through the airport normally is hectic enough and the last they want to do is add onto the stress. Lisa doesn’t get to look at her phone until they land in Macau.
Notes:
Macau is about to be making everybody up in here cry.
Chapter 21: and it feels like the start
Notes:
you guys are so nice also I love how complex this story has gotten with all these characters being tied in together ;)
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Chapter Text
Kiss and make up begins to play and girls feel the thumping of the bass in their heart. While the music raves through their in ears, something about the song always brings out parts of themselves that they often keep at bay.
‘We haven’t talked all morning—bang my head—bang my head against the wall’ Rosé begins singing as her platform moves her above the girls. ‘I’m scare of falling—losing all—losing all my control’ The girls sway their hips whilst simultaneously waving at the crowd waiting for their own parts in the song.
‘And I’m tired of talking. Feel myself saying the same old things—but this loves important don’t wanna lose—don’t wanna lose you this way.’ Jisoo comes in at her part and her platform raises at the same level as Rosé. Lisa and Jennie wait at the bottom still engaging the crowd. ‘I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I,’ Jennie sings—Jennie anticipates hearing Lisa’s voice through her ear singing ‘Feel like we about to break up’
‘I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I,’
‘Just wanna kiss and make up one last time.’ Lisa sings and the girls get into the groove of the song everything is seems to be normal. Jisoo of course couldn’t help but feel her head thumping with all the information that’s finally coming together in her head. But she’s trying really hard to keep her focus on the show but she couldn’t help the disconnect there seems to be on stage. Lisa’s focused on the song and hitting her notes while both Chae and Jennie steal glances from the maknae. Jisoo rolls her eyes and continues to perform, of course she continues to observe all parties until finally her brains are connecting the dots. Something definitely did happened between Jennie and Lisa because usually especially since they started featuring this song they’re on top of each other. Every single time the line ‘Cause all I want is you up on me’ is being sung by Jennie they’re grinding up against each other. But not now, yet how Jennie reacted seems a little uncalled for—unless…
Jisoo glances at Jennie and Lisa exchange looks but nothing else. Nothing more than a look and pointing at each other. Clearly Lisa’s emotionally absence has something to do with this but why would that be any different from how she’s been towards Jennie. The only way someone would be hurt with that much emotional absence is because they’ve had sex or we’re in a relationship before. Jisoo of course can clear out the latter because even dating behind their backs would get obvious.
Memories from Coachella begin to flash in Jisoo’s mind. Jennie’s never runaway before and when she’s left she’s always told at least one person whether that be her band mates or someone in management. The more Jisoo thought about it there was only one car that came back from the festival last night which meant they shared the same car last night. But Jisoo can’t quite prove to herself or anyone else that they had sex that night. Let alone when they started because she knows that deep down what she caught in Chicago was them either having a close conversation or sharing a kiss with each other.
“MACAU! Your energy is amazing!” Jennie shouts and the crowd erupts into various claps and shouting. It shakes Jisoo to turn her attention back on the concert. The girls exchange looks baffled that they are able to hear the crowd through their in-ears. “We’ve had an amazing night how about you?” Rosé questions turning her microphone to the crowd wanting to hear them cheer as loud as they possibly could. The crowd roars making the pick smile uncontrollably again, “Macau we are Blackpink and we hope you have a great night and get home safe!” the girls bow one more time before walking off the stage. Jisoo of course couldn’t help herself but peek one last time making the crowd scream again. The girls share a laugh like they did before and for a moment she saw a peek of how they were before all of this.
The moment of ends fairly quickly as Lisa and Rosé make their way back to the dressing rooms to change. Leaving Jennie and Jisoo behind struggling to take off their in-ears, Jennie smiles at Jisoo which she happily reciprocates. “Do you wanna explore around Macau for a bit? It might help ease your mind a bit. I heard our managers talk about a night market would you want to join them?” Jisoo questions, as Jennie waits for her to finish with her in ears.
“Yeah that sounds like fun.” Jisoo smiles at Jennie’s agreement grabbing her arms walking back together to the green room where they hear some laughs from the maknae line. Making their unnie’s smile to hear a sound they rarely hear these days, when they walk in they see them clearly letting their lack of sleep getting the best of them. Jensoo couldn’t figure out based on context clues what could’ve possibly left Lisa gripping her stomach in laughter and Rosé on the floor laughing. “Are you guys okay?” Jennie speaks up and the room begins to grow quiet, the two exchange looks trying to stifle their laughter. “Yes—unnie just a tiny—hilarious misunderstanding.” Rosé smiles slowly getting up from the floor avoiding Lisa gaze. The maknae nods in agreement continuing to pack her things.
The older girls shrug it off and get to their things. “I wanted to ask you guys if you wanted to join Nini and I at the night market?” Jisoo questions catching Jennie off guard. Lisa and Rosé exchange looks and nod with a smile. “A night market? I could use some noms.” Rosé smirks knowing how hungry she usually is after the show. Jisoo smiles softly taking her make up off. Lisa plants herself on the couch after she placed her suitcase right by the door for staff to grab. Rosé is quick to join Lisa waiting for their unnies, consumed by their own little world.
[Minari 🐧 ]
What’s it like always knowing what to say?
Was Mina’s response after Lisa’s last text but she’s been so caught up with prepping for the show as soon as they got off the plane. There really hasn’t been any time where she could just look at her phone. It’s been a whole day since she could get a chance to reply. She doesn’t quite know why she feels guilty not responding.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I wouldn’t know. I usually will say with I feel about most things. But I’m sorry for such a late reply I know it’s like 1am there.
It doesn’t even take her more than 5 minutes to receive a reply from Mina. Her heart again fluttering at the sight of Mina’s name.
[Minari 🐧 ]
No need to apologise I was up anyway. Shouldn’t you be resting?
[Minari 🐧 ]
Yes but we’ve got 2 days here before we go to Australia. But the girls and I ate checking out a night market tonight.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Ah I see. The concert went well then?
[Minari 🐧 ]
Yes it was fun, how are you? Why are you up so late?
[Minari 🐧 ]
Truthfully?
[Minari 🐧 ]
Of course.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I fucked up on stage during our show. AGAIN. All those mistakes keep replaying in my head over and over and then guess what I get on stage and I overthink my steps, I go over my lines too much, I forget to look at monitor for the lyrics and then another fuck up happens. I am not good up there for anyone. And that all the netizens have to say about me.
[Minari 🐧 ]
And it’s like all those conversations with the girls deem themselves useless. Do you know what it’s like to crave peace and silence
[Minari 🐧 ]
Not recently—but I do know what you mean.
“Lisashi are you ready?” Jisoo questions, Lisa locks her phones looking up at her band dressed in their best normal clothes hoping to blend in with the crowd. She stands up nodding her head before following as Jennie and Rosie are the firsts one to leave the room. Lisa follows the eldest out of the room to the van carefully parked as close to the building as possible.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I don’t know what to do. I can’t be on stage without over thinking every single little thing that I do that leads me to fuck up. And I’ll spend the rest of the concert trying to hold this feeling of the world ending in and wanting to just ball up and cry. But I can’t leave my bandmates knowing how long we’ve worked for this especially this tour alone. I feel like I am stuck and everything is just happening to me all at once and I don’t know what to do—I don’t know who I am. I can’t even look at myself in the mirror.
Lisa sighs as an immediate reaction to Mina’s text, she hates seeing her friend like this. She can only imagine what it’s like to the other girls to witness it firsthand. Lisa knows what it’s like to watch someone perform and put a smile on their face despite not wanting to do any of it. Looking them right in the eye knowing that if one were to stare too long it might make them cry. It catches everyone’s attention in the car, “Everything ok?” Jennie is the first one to speak out catching everyone’s attention. She shrugs her shoulders at Jisoo, Lisa quickly replies to Mina before bringing it back to their attention.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Mina. I’m so sorry this is happening. I know that no amount of me saying how good you are isn’t going to make you feel better. But it sounds to me like you need to take a break at least sit one concert out it doesn’t have to be the whole tour. You need to put yourself first.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I don’t know I just—can’t tell who I’m doing this for anymore? I need to be on stage because my bandmates need me. I get on that stage and I feel like I am drowning, I am so nervous and fearful but I don’t even know what I am fearful and nervous about. There’s this pressure that is constantly leaning on me and I don’t know where it comes from. All I want to do is scream but not even a whisper comes out. I am up all night because I am afraid of tomorrow, I am shaking not because I am cold, I am exhausted all day long. It’s this all-consuming feeling and I have no idea what to do about it. I feel like I am letting everyone down by leaving midway.
“Yeah—” Lisa debated for a moment if she should even involve others but that might be the last thing that Mina wants.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Minari. Someone wise told me that staying for others instead of taking care of yourself is only doing yourself an injustice. That really if you think about it if you do take a break from performing. You have to know that Twice will welcoming you with open arms and Onces will be there with them.
The girls decide to shake it off and put their attention back to the Macau night sky. Lisa decides to be in the moment, hoping that what she had said to Mina can help. These last couple of moments with Mina has given Lisa some perspective about what it is to have someone who isn’t afraid about talking about their feelings. Who doesn’t just shut down at the sight of big emotions, it may be an extreme comparison to how Jenny is. But Lisa can’t help but compare to how easy it is to talk to Mina about her emotions and vice versa. Jenny looks at Lisa who is in deep thought, so deep that she doesn’t even notice how many times her phone has lit up. Rosé reaches over to the maknae’s hand to hold—hoping to guide her attention back at the blonde. Lisa offers Rosé a smile—a smile that Jenny hasn’t received in months. Despite this whole situation only happening at the beginning of this year it has felt like all of that establish friendship they had together couldn’t even withstand the idea of being in a romantic relationship.
Jennie releases a heavy sigh—one only Jisoo could notice; she could tell that this conversation that she’s anticipating is weighing on her focus. Jisoo taps her shoulder, mouthing are you okay? All Jennie does is smile and nod her head trying to continuously convince herself that this is the right thing to do. The girls arrive at the night market and by the looks of it’s got a good crowd, not too much to keep them from exploring around. The girls are guided out of the van while their managers and guards get out of the other van. Rosé points at the first thing she sees then back at her bandmates, the girls shrug and follow the blonde.
Lisa finally glances at her phone as her bandmates begin to browse their options. Her notifications read 3 Missed Calls from Minari🐧 , Lisa smiles at her name but it fades knowing it’s probably an uneasy topic. “Sorry I just have to make a call real quick.” She excuses herself creating a little distance between her and girls as her managers carefully follow behind her.
‘Hey is everything okay?’ Lisa greets softly trying to hide the smile knowing that having multiple calls from someone is never a good sign.
‘Oh yeah—sorry I just wanted to hear your voice—’ Mina tries to catch her breath, clearly Lisa is catching the end of her panic attack. It’s heartbreaking to hear someone try to act as if they are okay—going through the lengths of even giving her compliments.
‘Ah—yes of course—have you given my text some thought?’ Lisa tries to ride the band wagon not wanting to open the conversation unless Mina is willing to do so.
Mina sighs over the phone followed by a chuckle, ‘All it made me think is the fact that maybe—just maybe—I may have debut too soon. I wasn’t in training long enough maybe I’d feel a little more prepared to just get over this and be ready for this tour. Instead of calling someone who I just got close with a few months ago and just dumping everything on her—’
‘You’re not doing anything that someone who’s going through only a few people could understand would do. It’s really okay—but I do understand not recognizing yourself or not knowing you are let alone wanting to scream and not being able to make a sound. Are you sure there isn’t something else that might’ve fueled all of this? Can you remember what made you feel like this or when it started? Because I know sometimes when you push too much of yourself down it starts to take come out.’
‘What do you mean? What are you talking about?’
‘I don’t know I just know that when I was in your head space—I just remember waking up everyday like I couldn’t breathe—but I would go through my day like it wasn’t really happening. And when I was alone I felt the same way you’re feeling right now. Slowly but surely I found myself right where you are’ There is a moment of silence between the two girls as Mina tries to think about where this all started. As Lisa waits she glances over at the girls smiling over the various meats being grilled on the barbecue. A warm blanket her heart seeing her friends smiling enjoying themselves like schoolgirls. But her attention is pulled by the same girl that got her attention when she first heard someone speak English to her. That gumby smile that eradicates this persona that Jennie gives off as this unapproachable individual, the same smile that drags her lips up to forms a smile herself.
There are still remnants of her feelings for Jennie, it would be foolish to act as if love was never part of the equation. But the way Jennie simply is always pulls her back in—especially her eyes and that smile since it was the first thing that really drew her into Jennie. ‘There was something that happened between Nayeon-ni and I—’ Mina speaks grabbing Lisa attention back to her and away from Jennie. Mina sighs, ‘I don’t really know if that’s it but there were a few other things on top of that—someone hacked our account on Spotify uploading a song and then at the same time there was a weird document about how JYP had gotten—me pregnant—I just didn’t even know what to do with all of that. I just remember everyone asking me all of these questions to see if I was okay and that I shouldn’t look at my phone for a while. But you know its human nature to do the thing that people are telling you not to do. And I also haven’t been totally honest with you—in the beginning of this year I also had a knee injury hence why I was really defensive about you getting the help that you need—And on top of that—’
‘Mina that alone is a lot to deal with—I can’t even imagine what kinds of stuff they’ve been saying to you over the internet. I know how cruel they can be’
‘I just—all of that seems to get trumped by the conversation Nayeon-ni and I had—’
‘Which was? What if you don’t mind me asking—’
‘The girls had been taking turns checking up on me they didn’t
want me to be alone. It was Nayeon’s turn to check up on me in the hotel room. It would’ve been like every other checkup but she told me that there was something she wanted to talk about. She was hoping that maybe hearing what’s going on with her could help distract me from all of these things I am feeling because truly it does help sometimes.’
‘That make sense—’ Lisa simply answers, Rosé lifts a kabob up at Lisa to get her attention the maknae smiles back at the blonde nodding her head. ‘She had told me that recently—she had asked me a few questions about Jihyo, Dahyun, Momo and Sana but I had told her that I’ve been too distracted to which she nodded her head in agreement that I have the right to be distracted. But apparently something in the past had gotten her thinking. She intellectualizes her feelings from what I can describe it and she said that she needed to be rid of this specific thought or thoughts.’ Lisa couldn’t help but feel herself get pulled back to the beginning of this year with Jennie and Thailand. ‘—I don’t know I never thought of her that way I didn’t know what to say. So, we sat there in silence for a couple of minutes until she got up and said “I’m going to go—you don’t have to say anything your silence is answer enough..” I just sat there not knowing what to say to her or to myself. I know sexuality is never an easy conversation to have with anyone especially not with yourself. I think I’ve been trying to act like it didn’t happen the last couple of days but now Nayeon-ni has been avoiding me. And I sound like an absolute asshole but it’s the last thing I need—I just am now finding myself going through this whole process of trying to not let the media get to me. Now—I have figure out how to make up with one of my best friends but also I can’t ignore that I’ve had feelings like hers before. But not towards her and all of it is most recently.’ It feels weird for Lisa to hear this point of view so candidly, in the past couple of months she could only imagine what was going through Jennie’s head. And here’s Mina giving her a first person look as to what it’s like to be on the other side of the conversation. She’s truly still trying to recover at how Nayeon and her practically bared their hearts out there and receiving nothing back.
‘Lisa?’ Mina’s soft voice rings on the other side call but Lisa’s in deep thought, or at least feels trapped within her thoughts. What can she say?
‘—Yes—sorry but wow—Mina I can see why all of that might take you to where you are right now because I actually know what you’re going through at least from what you are talking about. I’ve also been on that kind of self journey.’ Lisa says mumbling the last parts of what she said. She’s never truly talked about this journey with anyone at least not out loud so she not only shocks Mina but she shocks herself as well. ‘Oh I didn’t know that you were—’
‘Well, I don’t know what I am—I just know that at I found myself in a situation with someone I never thought I can fall in love with—and it’s sent me into a spiral why do you think I hurt myself? Or how Jihyo and I started making time for each other I needed to speak to someone then at the end of the day it was left for me to figure it out. I danced and danced until my heart’s content until I got my injury and all I could do was walk. I walked all over the the Han river—all it got to was that I cant control who I fall for or who I have feelings for. So yes I think you should take the break. And when you do take a break I will come and see you as much as you need me. ‘ Lisa explains in the best way she can, while Mina is trying to wrap her head around the fact that there’s an idol like her who also might be into women. It might be explaining the frightening excitement and nerves that she’s greeted with at the sight of Lisa’s name popping up on her phone. Or how despite only spending an actual night together with her band mate. She can’t help but repeat the laughs that they shared together. But could it be the excitement of finding a friendship within the industry or could it be—love.
‘Oh—wow—uhmm—this is a lot process actually—I think that I’m going to need some time to think or I think that maybe I should go to bed.’ Mina sighs, she hates that she’s running away from what her new friend has just confessed to her. Lisa smiles knowing that Mina’s frighten about what all of this could mean for herself. She even goes so far as to let out a chuckle before replying, ‘I think that’s a great idea. Give yourself some time away from me and maybe try to think about putting yourself first when it comes to this tour.’
‘I will get some rest and give myself some time to think but let’s not go crazy—a day without talking to you is like a day without sunshine. Goodnight Lisahi—’ Mina pauses anticipating for Lisa responses, despite practically losing her voice at the sound of being described as her presences as something as wonderful as the sun. She looks around for group to see they have only move onto the next vendor. Clearly they haven’t gone that far, ‘Goodnight Minari.’ She simply says before hearing the call drop, Lisa slips her phone in pocket joining the rest of the group. Jisoo slides her arm across Lisa’s shoulder excited to see her join them. Jennie and Chae are too caught up exchange foods with one another going back and forth with each other singing only the words of oooh’s and ahhh’s. Chae offers the rest of hers to Jisoo and Jennie indistinctively offer hers to Lisa.
Lisa doesn’t think much of it taking a bite out of the meat. She smiles down at the older woman and Jennie couldn’t hide the blush, Lisa makes nothing of it of course. Lisa hums nodding her head at Jennie choice, noticing that she’s clearly worked up an appetite after the concert. Jennie tries to take another bite but Lisa takes her hand to feed herself one more bite, Jennie couldn’t help herself but jokingly push the younger girl making Lisa laugh. After she finishes chewing she looks over at the blonde to see what was on her stick, “Chaeyoungah! Lemme taste it!”Lisa shouts pulling away from Jennie. Rosie of course would be more than happy to give Lisa a bite of what she has, Jisoo of course took that opportunity to taste Jennie’s order.
“Mhmmm!” Lisa’s eyes bulge out of her face at the taste of Rosie’s order it was tangy and spicy right at the end. Remind of a bit of home, especially when the spice kicked in. “Which one is better?” Jisoo questions the maknae, Lisa wipes her lips from the sauces the lingered from her bites. Lisa thinks about it for a moment looking back at Jennie then at Rosie. “I like the spice of Chaeyoung’s thing but I really liked Jennie-unnie’s.”
“Yes! Jisoo-ni said the same thing! On to the next stall Chae—Nini-2, Chae 1.” Jennie balls one hand into a fist pumping it towards herself feeling proud of the wager that her and the girls have started. While Lisa tries to put the pieces together as to what the hell the girls are talking about. “I would just like to say I don’t think this is fair since Lisayah was gone for most of the first stall and this one—”
“I’m sorry it was a very important phone call.” Lisa states simply grabbing the water her manager had bought for her, Jisoo takes this opportunity to tease the maknae for more information. “Oh someone very important?” Jisoo pull her eyebrows up and down teasing the maknae, Lisa rolls her eyes not knowing what to even get out of her conversation with Mina. There was too much to dissect from Nayeon expressing her feelings for Mina to Mina practically saying that she has the same feelings about someone. “It’s Mina,” she tries to down play it but it would be foolish for the girls to act as if she hasn’t mentioned Mina more than anything or anyone else in the last couple of months.
“Yeah? How is Mina?” Rosé decides to build onto what Jisoo’s getting at, slowly but surely Rosé’s accepting the truth of her own situation. Taking a page out of Lisa’s book and finding others to confide and talk to these days, she can tell that there is something going on between both girls. Rosé seen the way Mina’s face lights up at the sight of Lisa’s as soon as she answers that call. And Lisa always seems to be smiling at her phone these days instead of just typing her heart and thoughts away. Or she’ll always share something funny that her and Mina had inevitably spent all night talking about instead of actually sleeping.
“You know how it is—you talk to Chaeyoung—tour is tough and I’m sure Nayeon-ni is saying the same thing to you guys right?” Lisa tries to make a generalized comment at all the girls not wanting to raise any suspicions. The last thing she wants to do right now is focus on her feelings and put them on the line for someone else to possibly reject and shit on. The girls shrug it off but Jennie simply couldn’t the feeling that she’s been pining on about finally has a name. A reason for the tugs that Jennie has felt with every interaction with Lisa, knowing that deep down it wasn’t just her processing her feelings. That was over and done with—this is something new happening now—this feeling of her having the same feelings for someone else. Mina. She’s so caught up in her thoughts holding back on her tears, “Nini are you coming?” Rosé turns back at the older girl who pulls herself back into the moment grabbing her bag to catch up with the rest of the girls. Jisoo and Lisa currently pointing at the new options for the next competition.
“Yes sorry, but I agree we can start over and let them choose all over again.” Jennie tries to act as if she’d been into the conversation after the mention of Mina. Rosé chuckles shaking her head, “Yeah unnie I know—you nodded your head and everything—c’mon lets get some food and maybe a little alcohol?” Rose teased only now realising that her and Jisoo’s comments were a little damaging to Jennie’s feelings.
“Ahhhh unnie—you said that I could take the first bite!” Lisa whines, Jisoo chuckles loudly taking yet another bite. “Ah unnie!” Lisa shouts one more time playfully before Jisoo finally gives in handing the rest of the treat to her. Chaennie joins the girls, “Alright now that you’ve got an appetizer we have to start all over again. Unnie and I are going to choose a thing from each stand and both have to vote loser has to pay for the next hot pot dinner.” Rosie rubs her hands excitedly at the thought of hotpot. The meal always brings the girls together somehow. Back during their trainee days hotpots were their cheat days in between their strict diet. Something about it always gave the girls comfort, they could always laugh about a harsh criticism that one if not all of them might’ve received.
“Sounds good to me.” Lisa looks over at Jisoo who simply nods along. Jennie and Rosie begin to scan the menu while Lisa and Jisoo take photos. Not only of themselves of course but the whole group. “But actually how is Mina?” Jisoo whispers while the other girls whisper among themselves about what they’re thinking of ordering. Lisa sighs ducking her head down trying to avoid any color getting to her cheeks. “She’s okay—but from what I’ve been hearing from Jihyo and her it sounds like the band is going through it or at least most of them are.” She shrugs trying to keep the attention on a very generalised topic. But the sound of the words the band rings a bell in Jisoo’s mind. Reminding her of her last conversation with Nayeon.
“She told me that for a couple of months now she’s wanted to talk to me about something—and I remember it so well because it sounds like something every girl wants to hear from someone they like—I’m falling for something that isn’t real she started by saying—and I could see that this was something that was going to change how we are. I want it to be real—You don’t see, see how happy you make me just by being you. I love it when I look over and you’re already smiling and staring back at me. Could I have been on your mind—even for a second? Does that mean something? But if we were meant to be something surely it would’ve happened by now. It’s so difficult liking someone. I’m here overanalyze every little thing you do, and I tend to assume the worst all the time. One day you could make me feel special and the next I wonder if you have feelings for me at all. My mind is enthralled with them and I have all these things I’m urging to tell you but I can’t find the courage and I fear that you don’t feel the same way. It’s like my whole life revolves around you in every way possible, your mood, how your day goes and everything else. Everybody including our closest friends and now me have fallen into this trap that is being into someone—that someone being you has caused me this much pain and happiness……………I’m going to go—you don’t have to say anything your silence is answer enough..” The words repeat in Lisa’s mind while Jisoo keeps hearing Nayeon say “I’ve been Jennie—”
“Yeah—I mean no one is ever really ready for tour—I think the reason why we’re seemingly okay so to speak is the fact that we don’t have as much to prepare on our discography.” Jisoo clears her throat trying to also avoid any kind of information that has been trusted with her to leave her lips. Lisa nods, there are perks of tour but there are also things that outweigh those perks. It all looks so glamorous but sometimes they just want to do nothing for a whole week straight.
“I agree, how’s Nayeon? I know you guys are pretty close.” Lisa questions, Jisoo takes a deep breath debating on what she should share about Nayeon’s update. “Ahh—well—”
“Chichu! Lalisa! C’mere our orders are ready” Jennie interrupts and a sigh of relief takes over Jisoo dragging herself and the maknae back to the two girls. Jennie gives the eldest a bite while the blonde shares her with Lisa. A choir of “mhmmms” fill the air between Jisoo and Lisa, the other two exchange looks with one another trying to intimidate each other. “Interesting notes.” Jisoo comments wiping her lips getting ready to taste Chaeyoung’s choice. Jennie walks over to give Lisa a bite placing a hand under the maknae’s to catch anything if it were to fall. Lisa takes a bite and nothing fell but the sauce did go all over her the side of her mouth. They share a laugh together, Jennie wipes the stains off of Lisa’s face with a napkin and she can’t help but get taken back to—
“Wiping off the mess you made acting like you didn’t just cum all over my face?” Jennie teases the younger girl whose blushing at Jennie’s comment. So embarrassed that she grabs the pillow hitting the older girl with it.
“Lili? Are you alright? Chaeyoung just asked who you liked better?” Jennie smirks wondering if she’s thinking about the same thing. Lisa coughs, “Right—I-uhh—choose Chaes—sorry unnie.” She sheepishly smiles trying not to look so guilty but failing in doing so. “Ha! Yes!” Rosie cheers to herself earning a glare and a side hug from Jisoo leading her around to the next stall. Lisa and Jennie stand next to each other giggling following the other two. “What were you thinking we should do?” Lisa questions trying to distract herself from looking at her phone. Knowing that deep down Mina is probably asleep and she should really focus on being with her friends not some potential romantic connection with someone who’s got too much on her plate.
“I don’t know maybe there’s an art museum that we could go to?” Lisa suggests taking Jennie back she thought that the younger girl would’ve suggested shopping but is happy to hear it. She smiles up at the younger girl nodding her head, “I think that is a great idea, maybe some lunch or breakfast?” Jennie suggests knowing that it’s not ideal to have such an intimate conversation in a quiet public place. Lisa doesn’t mind since she didn’t have much plan—because in truth she would’ve probably waited around for a sound from Mina. This might just be the perfect distraction for her, “Yes that sounds perfect.” She smiles at Jennie.
Jennie could stay laced around Lisa’s arm forever, she always loved that despite having much longer legs than her. Lisa always follows the older girls pace, “Jenlisa let’s go! “Chaeyoung shouts at the two girls who fasten their pace, Jennie could feel her cheeks rush red. As for Lisa simply shakes her head and rolls her eyes as they approach the next stall. Jennie let’s go of Lisa making her way over to Rosé. Jisoo walks back over to the maknae hoping to continue their conversation. Seeing that now she’s ready for her response. “Nayeon is okay—she seemed a little off last time I talked to her but she had to go so I didn’t want to pry so maybe I’ll check in with her again.”
“Oh no—I was only fishing from my experience with Jihyo and Mina. But wow—hell of a first world tour.” Lisa chuckles fixing her hat to cover up more of her face. Without her phone distracting her she can hear other shutters. “I mean this is technically our first world tour and it hasn’t exactly been a walk in the park either.” Jisoo adds trying to make Lisa laugh “Yikes” she adds adding a little hurt and a sigh towards the end. “What’s going on with Nayeon-ni—” she tries to ignore the idea of even trying to recall everything that has happened to them since the start of this year. Jisoo sucks in the air through her math and looks back at Chaennie who still is trying to decide what their next choice will be. “Just like you said they’re all going through it—she didn’t get into specifics but she sounded very broken hearted.” Jisoo shrugs off and the light in Lisa brain immediately reminding her of what she’d just spoken to Mina about at least an hour ago.
“Broken hearted? I didn’t know that anyone in the group was dating?” Lisa fishes but Jisoo is too distracted to notice what the maknae is slowly getting at. Lisa knows how untrue that is especially since she’s been talking to Jihyo about Daniel to see if it’s gone anywhere. Lisa follows the older girls gaze to see some men with large professional camera snapping photos. Jisoo immediately turns Lisa around so there are no face photos security and managers follow her eyeline. Two of the security details walk towards the 3 men, and that’s the last thing the two girls see. “I don’t know if anyone is dating anyone—but you know what it sounds like when someone is heartbroken.” Jisoo answers vaguely returning to the conversation.
“What do you know unnie? It feels like you’re holding out on me” Lisa teases Jisoo doesn’t know what there is to say, maybe all in good time but also if she were to say that this is something Nayeon prefers to keep a secret. “Of course I know something but it’s not my place to share. Besides every band has their own thing. Up until the beginning of this year I thought I knew everything about all of you girls but apparently I was wrong.” Jisoo comments effortlessly shocking Lisa with her response.
“I would just like to say that we as humans are subject to change and growth. Besides we’ll always be around each other but that doesn’t mean that we’re always gonna know what’s going on.” Lisa lectures, Jisoo sighs acknowledging that the comment is a little harsh. “I’m sorry—there’s just been a lot of change and we’re on tour and stability is hard to come recently. You girls are a constant and I know that not everyone is going to always be the same and it’s just hard.”
“Jisoo-ni are you tired or are you getting emotional or has this tour been just that—”
“Lisa-yah! I’m just—being honest and now that you’re teasing me about I will be putting it to rest.” Jisoo sighs placing her head on the maknae’s arm as they wait for Chaennie to walk over with their prepared food. “I understand what you mean—but I hope you know—if I haven’t made it clear yet—I will always put the band first. What happened between Jennie-unnie and I was a childish decision on my part. We’ve worked too hard to get here and I won’t be the reason why we’d lose it all.” Lisa states clearly one more time to ensure to her unnie that this band is the first that always comes to find at the end of the day.
Has she been hooking up with Jennie behind the rest of her bandmates backs—yes—but she wouldn’t have done so if she knew she couldn’t trust herself. Lisa knew that the last of her feelings resided in the physical attraction is a craving that no amount of touching herself could satisfy. Physically she needed Jennie Kim and from what she’s been experiencing the last few months, Jennie Kim needed her just as much. “Lisayah! I appreciate your constant reassurance and I know you wouldn’t ever do anything to jeopardize the group. But I think you that if the moment comes where you do fall in love with someone—it’s okay to prioritize them too and figure out how to best be together. That love can be that important and it’s just as strong.” Jisoo adds looking up at Lisa who’s chuckling at the idea of even putting herself in that situation again.
“Alright this might the final round because more cameras are coming out and the managers want us to get some rest before we head to Australia.” Chaeyoung responds taking little bites of her chosen food. The girls nod knowing that it’s probably the best that they head back, Lisa’s got plans with Jennie tomorrow and lots of not thinking about Mina to do tomorrow. Jisoo on the other is never going to argue about having the opportunity to sleep all day same goes for Rosé. Jennie shares her first bite with Jisoo and Rosé shares hers with Lisa. “Mhmmm..” she hesitates to responds waiting for Lisa’s reaction.
The girls switch partners, Lisa takes one bite of Jennie choice squinting her eyes unsure of what to make of the flavors dancing between her taste buds. “Not bad—but not good.” Lisa simply states and Jisoo couldn’t have said it better herself, she hits Lisa continuously happy to hear someone bring the words from her head out into the world.
“Does that mean what I think it means?” Rosie smiles as at the girls and Jennie slowly closes her eyes knowing that the responsibility of finding a hot pot spot as well as the bill has fallen on her. “Fu—yes—it does mean what you think it means.”
“Jendeukie!” Jisoo slowly chants as they make their way back to the cars, the younger girls couldn’t help themselves but add to the cheers their unnie started. “Jendeukie…Jendeukie…Jendeukie…Jendeukie…Jendeukie…Jendeukie…” the younger girls chant along with Jisoo. Jennie rolls her eyes smiling at how happy her bandmates are for hot pot tomorrow. In truth she really doesn’t mind—what she does mind is losing. Others might call it being competitive she calls it determination, “Yes—alright hot spot on me tomorrow we’re meeting up at 6 be there of be square kids.” Jennie simply states as they get into the car.
“I can’t wait for tomorrow.”
Notes:
I hope you know BP and twice and your comments are the only thing that's pulling me through this.
Chapter 22: of a movie I've seen before
Notes:
HOLYFUUUUUUUUUUUUCCK THEY RENEWED THEIR CONTRACT I AM SHITTING MYSELF CURRENTLY SO THATS cool..
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This was the first time that the girls weren’t all on the same floor together. Jisoo and Rosé were a few floors below Lisa and Jennie’s room was under Lisa’s. Which meant they were the last to get off the elevator. They’d come to an agreement that they’ll meet at around 10 this morning.
But if Jennie is to be honest, she hasn’t been able to sleep a wink. All she could think about is talking to Lisa letting her know everything she needs to say. Words replaying over and over again to be sure that she doesn’t just babble.
As for Lisa she’s still got one person in mind. Mina. As soon as she woke up this morning she was the first person that came to mind. She sits up trying to avoid looking at her phone knowing that she can’t always expect to see a text from Mina. Despite that being the truth the last few months, the idea of Mina taking a break from her wasn’t just meant for Mina. Maybe it’s the fear of rejection getting the best of her. But she has to protect herself. Of course, she’s grown rather fond of the girl. So much so that every little thing seems to remind her Mina.
“Fuck” she smiles getting out of bed to get ready for her day with Jennie. Hopefully this can distract her or make her feel better about her and Jennie. The last couple of months of their arrangement has been amazing. Maybe it’s all that pent energy from focusing all of their energy on debuting. But she’s surprised that it hasn’t gotten complicated. In fairness she hasn’t exactly been that open to having a conversation about their situation. Which might’ve derived to make sure there was never anything that could complicate sleeping with each other.
Lisa placed the tapes around her knees before sliding her jeans on to complete her outfit. She grabs her hat as well as her purse. She takes a deep breath as she reaches for her phone to see no notifications. Leaving a disappointed stinging feeling, but she shakes her thoughts. Telling herself that she expected this. Mina’s got a lot on her plate right now and it’s not personal if she doesn’t reach out for a while.
Lisa leaves her room to meet Jennie by her room. She mindlessly scrolls through her instagram waiting for the elevator arrives on Jennie’s floor. She lifts her hand getting ready to knock but is surprised to see Jennie. “Oh—hey—I was just about to come to your room.” Jennie smiles, Lisa smiles back at their timing.
“Well no need I’m here.” Lisa leans on the door frame making room for Jennie to walk out. “Cool—I’m excited for this museum.” Jennie adds as they start to walk to the elevator. The girls make small talk about what they think they’ll be seeing. Then move topics to their favourite food they’ve tried so far. For Lisa it feels like how it use to be, she’s aware that she could talk for hours about nothing with Jennie. It’s one of those things that’s always been easy for the two girls.
Having lived for years together they never struggled in getting to know each other. They’re perfect for each other in that way. Lisa always knew how to explain Jennie to others. And Jennie always knew how to explain Lisa to others. In the beginning of Lisa’s training period they always treated her like some animal in the zoo. Pointing at her—laughing—talking about her. She’s never one to stoop low and when she met Jennie she no longer felt like the laughing stock of the company. Other trainees hesitated to look their way. Knowing that catching the other end of Jennie’s cat eyes never ends well.
YG labeled her as his ace and that meant something to people. She’s practically untouchable, that if there was a teacher or a judge that dare make her cry. Well let’s be honest, there was something wrong with them not the other way around. Jennie took Lisa under her wing not because she pitied Lisa but because for the first time in a while of training at YG she found someone she knew who would make it. In the same way that she knew that she was going to make it.
Lisa might not have been popular but she made everyone know she belonged there. People didn’t call her the royal maknae for no reason. Lisa used all that time by herself to perfect her craft. Nowadays her keen eyes always catch her bandmates mistakes. It can be annoying but they’d rather be the best than nothing at all. The girls arrive at the museum with a few security guards and their managers.
The managers grab their tickets and the girls wait. Lisa looks around the tall ceilings amazed at the architecture. Jennie wanted to focus her energy on the art and architecture. But most if not all of it gravitated towards Lisa.
“Girls ready?” tone of their managers asks. Lisa brings her eyes down at group smiling. She looks at her unnie waiting for a smile or a nod checking in with her. Jennie nods, Lisa looks back at the staff and off they went. Jennie had made sure that they are not interrupted today. So, everyone is keeping a safe distance from the girls. Jennie wanted privacy but security in their outing.
Jennie follows Lisa’s pace, moving from painting to painting. Every now and again Lisa comments or she’ll tilt her head. Which Jennie finds absolutely adorable, Lisa hadn’t noticed any of this at first. She’s overwhelmed by the amount of creativity that all these individuals possess. She tries to read each description and she’ll get merely a glimpse of what they’re trying to portray. All this emotion—these feelings it’s crazy how much self expression takes people. “When you look at this photo what do you feel?” she blurts out catching Jennie’s attention.
The older girl clears her throat glancing at the piece then back at Lisa. She’s quiet for a moment checking the painting understanding the colors of the painting. “I feel—at peace—like I am able to breathe and for once it’s the kind of breath that I haven’t been able to take in a while. Where it’s cold and crisp—the kind of fresh air that you’re always greeted with when it’s the first day of fall by the Han River. That’s what I feel.” Jennie responds looking deeper into the painting. Lisa’s surprised to hear these words from Jennie—so much depth. Lisa can’t help but wonder where this was all those months ago. What she would’ve done to have a conversation like this about anything and everything but they never could be on the same emotional wavelength. That seems to be the one thing they could never figure out and if they can’t figure out such an important part of a what makes a relationship work. There was never any hope on making this work at all. That’s most of the reason why Lisa couldn’t stay in the idea of being with Jennie and it helped her move on.
“Wow. That’s beautiful unnie.” She grins at Jennie who’s still immersed in painting which isn’t a total lie. She’s also avoiding eye contact because she knows what she has to do today. They move onto the next painting but Jennie’s mind is itching for a release. But instead of giving her mind some relief she decides to swerve off and look at another painting. Hoping to calm herself down because if she goes in there guns a blazing it might just spook Lisa. The maknae can feel eyes on her but decides that it may simply be people recognizing them. Instead of reacting which might cause more ruckus she simply lowers her hat. Her gaze decides to veer off from the painting onto Jennie. Who looks like she’s having a whole in her head. Lisa is quick to observe just from how her eyes looks.
Jennie feels Lisa’s gaze on her and decides to return the favour. Lisa smiles with her eyes, Jennie tries to communicate through her eyes. Saying that there’s something they’ve got to talk about. Or at least she has something important to say. But it all gets lost in room full of people taking in the art. Lisa tries to read what got lost but lets it go. Their manager walks over to each of them trying to get moving as the room starts to fill up with more people.
They move onto the next room this time moving a little fast from one painting to another. Not much is exchanged between the two girls. Which is driving Jennie crazy, she can’t help but think what if that answer overwhelmed Lisa. She can tell that her anxiety is getting the best of her. That if anything Lisa is just taking in the art in front of them. But what does Jennie these last few months it’s felt like she doesn’t even know who Lisa is any more.
It’s like she’s getting to know her all over again. What else is she to do, she can’t force Lisa to just be the way she was. Clearly that isn’t her anymore, maybe all this space was good for the both of them. It help Jennie think about what she really wants. Or really who she wants, and it help Lisa speak up for herself. Taught her to be so brave to be who she is.
“Unnie are you ready?” Lisa questions coming up behind her l. A small yelp comes out of fear, everyone looks at the them. She puts her hand up to excuse herself. Lisa chuckles, “Sorry”. “Jeez but yeah I’m ready. How long have you guys been waiting?” she questions matching Lisa’s pace.
“Well, I was whispering unnie for a good 5 minutes and I looked like an idiot. So about 5 minutes—“she jokes, Jennie groans putting her head in her hand. “Well, you did look like you were in deep in thought”
“It feels like I’ve been in deep thought for 7 months.” Jennie mumbles to herself, Lisa looks down in question. Knowing she said something but unsure about what she said. “Hmm?”
“Nothing” Jennie smiles wrapping herself around Lisa’s arm. The maknae didn’t seem to mind walking with Jennie wrapped up in her arm. There is a part of Lisa that can’t help but recognise how long she’s craved this kind of attention. Maybe it’s the work the first love—maybe she’ll always crave something from Jennie. Her mom use to always say, you can love and you will always fall in love with someone new. But no one will ever amount to your first love. Maybe this is that—maybe Jennie will always have something over her. She hates the idea of it but what is she to do. This is the first one—to love—to crave—to be so immensely in love with that she couldn’t breathe. What is she suppose to do—she can’t just erase that.
“Okay.” Lisa replies as they circle the around the room with new art pieces. “Actually—“ Jennie starts but stops walking—‘’Hmm?” Lisa repeats again unable to hear Jennie, “—nothing” Jennie grumbles irritated with herself for not being able to just say what she wants too. Lisa lets it be, returning her attention to the art—Jennie doesn’t bother to let go of Lisa’s arm. Testing to see how long it would take for the maknae to pull away. It’s merely the beginning of their hang out and Lisa can’t help but think about Jennie’s/Mina’s point of view. As if she didn’t blame herself enough for putting their friendship through this. She’s been caught up with herself and her journey that she didn’t even bother to think about how this affected Jennie in the long run. “Lisashi-“Jennie mumbles again this time fully ready to confess it all. Lisa comes out of her thoughts, “Yes unnie?” Lisa doesn’t bother to look at Jennie at the possibility that she changes her mind again. Jennie takes a deep breath “There’s somethi—”
“Girls we have to go—the museum staff just let us know that the entrance is getting bombarded by fans trying to push through to see you guys.” One of their security details explains whilst scanning the room for any possible fans trying to work up the courage to approach them. The managers and the other security detail begin to form a perimeter around the two. Jennie can feel the beginnings of a panic attack, Lisa looks around then back down at the older girl to see her breathing hard. She reaches her pinky out for Jennie’s, for a moment she thought someone was trying to reach out to her trying to push her. She looks down to see that it’s the same arm she’s been holding onto. Jennie smiles, feeling her heart calm at Lisa’s pinky tightening around hers letting her know that she is there. “I’m really sorry girls why don’t we get you guys out of here and then maybe you can think about another place you guys would like to go.” Jennie’s manager apologies as they both have their hand down just following the flow of their team.
It's clear that they exit the building from the back as it was quiet and dark, probably where they transport art. Once their van they begin to research about other options they could go for, they truly were hoping for a quiet tour around Macau. But they’re still getting use having so much attention, it’s only been 3 years and they’re slowly starting to feel themselves lose control. Before all of this—they use to be able to grab some food off of the street and no one would even bat an eye, no one would even look twice in their direction. And now all it takes is a glimpsed and people are flocking around them in minutes.
They look back on those days when they’d leave the building and all the paparazzi would turn their cameras off at the sight of them. These days it seems like they have to either look like a completely different person or get mobbed. Everyone is well aware this is just one of those things that they have to get use too. “There’s a park maybe we can just go on a walk near the river?” Jennie perks up asking Lisa and their managers they research the park to see how big it is and whether it provides enough room for the girls to explore individually. The managers exchange looks ultimately agreeing that it will be a safe alternative. “Yeah—that’ll work.” Jennie’s manager smiles handing the phone over to the driver to provide him the address. Jennie moves closer to Lisa to whisper something to the younger girl, “I’m sorry the museum didn’t work out” Lisa smiles hearing the soft apology, it makes her chuckle that Jennie feels as if she has to apology for something that’s not in her control. “Unnie that wasn’t your fault nothing to be sorry about. I’ll be honest I was surprised it took longer for us to be recognized—not in the cocky way but maybe it’s just Korea where it takes like two seconds for us to immediately have to evacuate.” Lisa jokes making Jennie giggle, the older girl pulls away agreeing fully with Lisa.
“I know but I was really hoping for some—“her sentence is interrupted by Lisa’s phone lighting up with one familiar name on the screen Mina🐧 (5)iMessages, Jennie can feel her heart sink at the bottom of her stomach. She can feel the irrational and rational parts of her argue about Mina’s presence in Lisa’s life. The rational side believes that they are merely friends, which is healthy to have in this industry. You need to have people outside of this group or else it can be isolating. Which means all of their interactions is nothing but friendly and Nayeon had mentioned to Jennie that Sana and Mina are currently having a hard time. Maybe—just maybe Lisa and Mina are finding comfort with each other being foreigners in a Korean group. Just talking about the difference in treatment knowing that some companies and netizens treat foreigner members differently.
As for the irrational fearful part of her believes that there is something romantic going on with them. Maybe this is where Lisa is getting all of her emotional needs being met and why she’s not emotionally available for these chats with Jennie. It would be foolish to ignore the grin and glint in Lisa’s eyes when she looks down at her phone, she doesn’t even do that when her mom calls her. But with Mina, there’s this smile that Jennie recognizes—it’s the same smile that she used to be greeted with when Lisa would enter the room looking for her. The same smile that would make her laugh because it’s just so pure when you’re on the receiving end of it. She watches as Lisa’s eyes glow at the sound of her phone going off but is surprise when Lisa doesn’t bother to look at her phone. Instead, the maknae silences her phone and placed her phone back in her back pocket. This part made the irrational part of her feel better, clearly Mina might not be as important as she’s think she is.
“Unnie? Hoping for some what?” Lisa questions bringing Jennie’s attention back to her as they make their way to the park. “Do you think we can finally talk about everything—”
Lisa sighs but she knows that deep down that they’re going to have to hash it all out, “What is everything because I feel like the things that have happened recently don’t really need to be addressed—it seems pretty self-explanatory.” She adds, the older girl giggles knowing that that part of their relationship might have to be unpacked another time but she wants to finally have the conversation she’s been waiting for since this whole mess started. “I am with you with that one.” She chuckles ensuring the younger girl that it’s merely the past and having some clarifications and possibly just express her list to Lisa;
- When we’re alone I can’t help but want to give everything up for you.
- We flirt all the time, smile and laugh but how I am supposed to know if this is real? I can’t control my feelings anymore. It’s so hard being around you and not saying all the things I want you to hear. I’m trying my best to act casual but all I can seem to do is get mesmerized in your eyes.
- I wish I wasn’t so afraid from the beginning. That day when we first shared our kiss—I should’ve just told you right then and there how much I love you.
- It’s scary to see how much I love you.
- I don’t want for us to start like this—I want to do this right. I want us to be right.
- Some days I can’t stop thinking about you, and other days I wonder why I’m wasting my time.
- I wish I could just ask you what you think of me?
“I think it’s a great idea.” Lisa simply puts, a part of her knows that this conversation has to happen if she’s to truly meant to move on. This chapter of her life has to be received some kind of closure something to just close the door. “Oh—okay great.” The van pulls up to the parking lot and the girls tug their hats further down fixing their mask to ensure that there is only like a 10% chance they’ll get recognized. Security details come out of their van out first to open the girls and managers vans. Lisa and Jennie exchange looks knowing that they’re going to get recognized quicker with a team people following them.
“Unnie—” Jennie starts and Lisa merely follows knowing that Jennie is the spoke person to staff when it comes to the girls needing something. “Can you guys walk like 20 feet behind us because sometimes having the whole team surround us make us recognizable—maybe try to blend in with the crowd?” Jennie suggests chuckling a bit towards the end knowing how ridiculous it sounds to even bother explaining to adults how they should be behaving. But they exchange looks with one another, specifically checking in with the managers to see if this is okay. They debate with each other for a moment and exchange looks. It seems to be a fairly quiet park, “Alright.”
“Thank you.” Jennie giggles, grabbing Lisa’s arm guiding her towards the entrance of the park. The walk to the entrance is quiet, Lisa’s taking in the view while Jennie’s trying to focus. And decide what she should even begin with, “So—“ Lisa hums wanting to simply ripped the bandage.
“Right—“ Jennie nervously chuckles letting go of Lisa’s arm burying her hands in her pocket.
“So—how are you? How’s your leg? How do you feel about the whole tour?” Jennie starts, the idea of just bombarding Lisa with a heavy confession followed by a multitude of questions doesn’t seem to be the right approach. Instead she aims for a multitude of questions that aren’t too vague and it makes Lisa laugh. “I am okay—I am hitting a wall when it comes to this tour. I knew that as soon as we debut that we were going to be like 10,000 times busier but I can feel myself losing steam. Maybe it’s my knee that’s throwing me off or maybe I am craving just not being on a plane every other day. And you?” Lisa answers not really paying attention so much as to Jennie. Who’s not given the park a second of her attention. All of it has been on Lisa, who’s done nothing but look around.
“I know what you mean. I’m also craving just being in one place for a while, not to say I haven’t enjoyed travelling but I honestly I’m just hoping for a home cooked meal at this point. My ankle’s been acting recently too—I think going from swelling for like more than 10 hours then going back to normal doesn’t help with its recovery. But I feel like since we’ve been on tour while also recording and writing it’s really pushing us towards a burn out. What I would give to visit Jisoo-ni’s family homemade kimchi jjigae.” Jennie reminisces about the older girl’s mothers signature meal when Jisoo goes home.
“Awww yessss I would give up a limb for that warm broth. Always makes me feel warm on the inside—I don’t even know where to begin how well that soup alone could cure my sadness—” Lisa get into a long tangent about being in Korea and how it’s become a second home to her. Jennie’s of course is more than happy to listen because this is the first time in a while that she’s been able to hear Lisa talk this much. She could Lisa talk about anything and nothing because it gives her a glimpse of how they use to be.
It's reminding both of them their history and the worth of their friendship. To the point that it’s making Lisa feel better about keeping their relationship what it is now and possibly even ending their arrangement. She doesn’t know how to best describe it other than saying she “fucked” the Jennie out of her. “Exactly—I completely forgot to ask you this while we were in Germany but there was someone there that had your Kill This Love outfit! Like down to the last detail and the one she was with had Chae’s.” Jennie comments, Lisa’s eyes jump out of her skull slightly disappointed having missed a fan dressed like her. “Waaah! It’s so weird and yet awesome at the same time to see how dedicated our fans are. I also want to know how they’re so quick to getting replicates of our outfits, because there have been a few that I’d like to keep in my wardrobe.” Lisa continues recalling about certain outfits that she has had in the past but wasn’t able to keep.
“I know--if anything find them dedicated so much love and devotion. Do you think you could ever love something so much?” Jennie chuckles almost regretting saying the last parts of her sentence but it seems to have gone past the maknae who’s quick to say “My cats obviously because if I could be with them all the time and not disappoint or fail anyone—I would.” She states simply without any hesitation, a sigh of relief washes over Jennie seeing that Lisa’s quick to dismiss any kind of romantic atmosphere.
“Oh for sure how I would be with Kai and Kuma.” Jennie starts, “Especially now—I don’t know what it is—I think that having them stay with my mom recently and the fact that I wasn’t able to see them while we were home physically broke me. I can’t wait to get home to Korea and just spend that time with them before we go back on the road. I know that technically that we still have a very busy schedule but at least I get to be in the same country as them and I could ask my mom to drop them off by the dorm. But I was thinking about even finding an apartment while when we go back.” Jennie continues to rave as Lisa’s attention is caught by the words ‘finding an apartment’
“An apartment?” she couldn’t help but interrupt the older girls rant, “Yeah—I don’t know—I see you with your apartment and the cats and I want that—but also selfishly I want my mom to just visit said apartment instead of constantly having to take away Kuma and Kai when I’m away. “ she smiles at Lisa who totally understands where the older girl is coming from. When she first thought about leaving the dorm it was because she wanted some space from Jennie. Hoping that maybe having a place to herself away from Jennie will keep her feelings from getting deeper. And when she finally moved in, it did what she hoped it would. Her time was consumed with decorating the apartment and finding the right accessories for her babies.
“Oh yes 100% because these days it’s so nice to come home to my apartment not only to see the cats but also a note from my mom. It honestly warms my heart so I think you should do it.” The maknae smiles at Jennie, she’s missed these kinds of conversations she knows that Jisoo and Rosé aren’t fully into leaving their dorm yet. But when it comes to Lisa it was always one of the first things that she was going to do as soon as they had been making enough money. “I knew you’d understand—“Jennie chuckles, there’s a moment of silence until Lisa spots a butterfly. “Ah.” She shouts softly running away from Jennie wanting to take a picture of the beautiful creature. Jennie’s unsure what just happened but decides to follow Lisa. She looks back at the staff who are now frantically sprinting towards the girls. Jennie shakes her head telling them to ease up, “Lisa-yah!” Jennie shouts, the maknae turns around shushing the older girl.
“What are we chasing?” Jennie finally catches up to Lisa whispering next to her, “Lisa points to the butterfly trying to choose which flower to land on. “I want to take a picture of it now come here and be quiet.” She chuckles pulling her phone out trying her best to take a photo, Jennie decides to leave the girl be until she grabs a photo.
Jennie walks away and looks down at her phone to see a text from Jisoo;
[Sooyachu 🐰🐢 ]
How’s it going? Will it be awkward during hot pot?
[Sooyachu 🐰🐢 ]
I haven’t said anything yet. We’re just talking and honestly I missed this a lot.
[Sooyachu 🐰🐢 ]
Ah okay. Well I’m glad you guys are talking :) see you later
Jennie places her phone back in her pocket. She continues to wait for Lisa, who’s now running back to her with the biggest smile on her face. “I got it. Look!” she hovers her phone in front of Jennie’s face.
“That’s so pretty.” Jennie comments, Lisa takes phone back immediately locking it. She doesn’t bother to acknowledge her notifications. It’s become crystal that clearly Lisa’s avoiding Mina, but the real question is why. “Thank you—now—you said you wanted you talk. About everything—“
“I do. I feel like we’re both in a good place to finally unpack this.” Jennie chuckles looking everywhere but Lisa. Who’s surprisingly receptive to unpacking everything they’ve been through. “Okay—“
“Right—so feelings? Your feelings for me how long has that been a thing?” The older girl questions and it makes Lisa laugh, “We’re really just jumping in this huh?”
“Well I don’t know—I think that it was always there and I think for a while I just was like ‘she’s my best friend of course I love her’ then I can’t tell you when or why or how but I just knew. I fell in love with—“ Lisa pauses for a moment looking back at herself and at their walking pace, stopping trying fully let Jennie comprehend the grasp she had on the younger girl. “—the way you looked at me. Somehow the way you spoke to me was different than the others. It’s like my day wasn’t complete unless I saw you—or I saw a glimpse of you. A stolen chance that was simply mine because you never looked the same to me—you were always beautiful, yes, but almost ethereal. Your jokes were funnier—the way you laughed didn’t just make me want to laugh but it sounded like the purest form of content. And I don’t know—every text you ever sent meant to me. Every song you ever suggested felt like there was something from you for me to understand. It felt like you were trying to tell me you loved me without having to do so. I was so in love with you for years that even the way you hugged me felt you weren’t just Jennie—you weren’t just an experience—“ she pauses one more time, this time starting to slowly walk again “—you were everything.”.
“That’s how I feel about you now.” Jennie thought to herself, she’s never been great with her words or her feelings but this, these feelings are one thing she’s sure of. She is in love with Lisa. But everything of course came down when she recalls the words the ended with -ed and you WERE everything. “FUCK” she thought to herself again.
“Wow.” Is all Jennie is able to say, Lisa giggles trying to diffuse the awkward tension in the air. “I know it sounds childish right? That if anything saying it all out loud it’s sounds more like a high school crush.” Lisa states which is making it even more difficult to say what she needs to. How is she supposed to segue into her feelings and how she feels.
“I don’t think it’s childish. I think it’s love—and there’s nothing childish about loving someone.” Jennie comments but it leaves Lisa unsure what to say, instead she lets about a breath. The same breath she’s been holding on since she’s accepted the fact that there was a possibility of her being in love with Jennie.
“Yeah but I hate what it’s done to our friendship—I didn’t want to have to ignore you—I didn’t want to have to ask for space. You’ve been a part of my everyday life since I was 14 and to go from that to not being able to be around you killed me. But I also knew that if I were to just act like everything was fine in every aspect of my life I don’t think I would be where I am right now. I do however wish there was a way for us to exist in this without having hurt one another so much.” Lisa explains, Jennie is slowly losing confidence in herself wanting to bring up her feelings. “I mean—I know I wasn’t acting fairly when this all first happened—everything about how I approached it was selfish.” Jennie adds,
“I just felt like I was losing one of my oldest friends—I wasn’t fulling listening to what you needed because all I cared about what I needed. And I want just to offer my deepest apologies for the way I was acting—” she pauses and the maknae feels safe that for once like her feelings are being heard by the older girl. She can’t help but be happy that they are finally having the conversation that they needed to have in the first place. Where neither of them are hurting and neither of them are just saying what they feel the other has been waiting to hear.
“—It’s okay unnie—I know you were scared but you know that I’m never going to leave you—” Jennie’s taken back to those 3 am nights they shared together. Getting to know one another and of course learning to trust each other. Her heart melts at those words, why out of everything she could say did she have to say those words. Tears begin to collect themselves by her duct as she tries to her best to fight them from falling. But Lisa is quick to notice them, “Unnie—are you okay?” she questions not walking any further other than walking in front of her to look into her eyes. She wipes the tears out of the shorter girls eyes and once again they’re caught in a very intimate position. Jennie can’t even form any words because in this moment right here is where she wants to stay.
Lisa in front of her, attending to her emotional needs—“I—” she tries to speak but it comes out like a croak from a frog, Lisa chuckles at the sound she makes. At this point the tears can’t help but fall but she’s yet to start sobbing but she’s however chuckling at how ridiculous she looks right now. Lisa chuckles along and continues to wipe the tears away, “Unnie—what’s going on?” she wonders trying to ignore the gut feelings that she’s since she’s woke up this morning.
There was only a moment within these last few months where their relationship was in limbo—where it wasn’t out of balance. But recently Lisa can tell that there’s something she wants to say or there’s something that’s bothering her. With every hook up they have she’s keeps trying to find a reason to make Lisa stay but the maknae refuses. She’s doing it to protect herself because she knew if there was even a sliver of what she thinks it might be lingering in the air it would change everything they’ve got going on. A part of her knows that she’s got feelings for Mina and she’s got every right in the world to want to pursue that. And if that means denying Jennie parts of her that could be swayed otherwise then she should.
Fuck. Mina. Lisa thought to herself fully remembering she’s got 5 messages from Mina, she stops herself from grabbing her phone from her pocket returning her attention back to Jennie.
[Mina 🐧 ] 30m ago
Hi.
[Mina 🐧 ] 25m ago
Sorry, that was weird I never just send you texts like that. How are you?
[Mina 🐧 ] 20m ago
I know that we’re supposed to be taking time to think. Well at least you advised me to give myself time to think about everything going on with me but I feel like I don’t know where to start. Right now, all I can think about is how courageous and brave you are but you are just simply being yourself. That is amazing to me, I hate that I sound like I am praising you for being yourself. But do you have any idea how hard it is to not pick up the phone and call you. It’s only been like 12 hours or less I can’t really tell because I really did try to get some sleep and try not to text you. But these last couple of months you’ve been the first person I talk too. Even before I talk to my bandmates. I really did try throughout the day to distract myself with you today but the way we left things off yesterday just made me want to talk to you more. But it seems like you don’t even want to talk to me, don’t even say that you do because you would’ve sent me a text by now.
[Mina 🐧 ] 15m ago
Oh my god I sound pathetic. Please ignore me. Well technically you are or you’re just busy which I understand. But I also wanted to text you an update that I’m going to have a meeting with JYP next week. I don’t think I can stay any longer, Nayeon won’t look at me I feel like I’m just holding everyone back. And ever since the start of this tour I cry before every performance, it’s not fun anymore.
[Mina 🐧 ] 5m ago
I hope I hear from you soon.
She looks down to see Jennie lingering around her hand, she pulls the older girls mask down to wipe the rest of the tears down then pulls away. “Do you want to talk about it?” she questions waiting for Jennie to pull her mask up. Jennie looks around to see that everyone is still going about their day and no one has noticed them. “ I just think I’ve been needing this for a while—I feel like I’ve been in the dark for so long and I feel like for once I understand and can make sense of everything and we are actually hearing each other and it’s nice” she rambles making Lisa shake her head at how much she agrees but how much this has clearly been weighing on the older girl. That in truth she’s not been the only one whose gone through a rollercoaster of emotions—they might not have been the same but there was still a lot of emotional distress that Jennie was going through.
“I know what you mean I am glad we could have a moment to finally talk about this before we go back to Korea. I want to make sure this band keeps working like a well-oiled machine that it is. I think I’ve been meaning to have this conversation with you but I didn’t know if the 19-year-old in me could take it you know?” Lisa partially jokes knowing that if she’s to really close this part of her life it has to start with this conversation.
“I think this might be one of the first times in a while where we’re in the same page and we’re being honest with each other—” Jennie pauses finding the perfect segue to say what she has been waiting to say. “In lieu of being honest—if you don’t mind there’s something I have to say. I feel that offering you my deepest apologies will never take away the pain that I’ve caused you. I meant what I said when I told you that I couldn’t afford a loss like yours I meant it. I can’t manage to attempt to fill the hole your absence would cause—you are one of the few people in my life that I just know I need to have a round. This was our dream and I wouldn’t have wanted it with anyone else.” Jennie starts and Lisa can feel the pit of her stomach turn at Jennie’s candor.
All this time Lisa’s been caught up in what Jennie lacked that she’s missed what Jennie has been offering her. The same idea that she’s been protecting their friendship from and that is losing one another. “Thank you—unnie but you don’t need to say all of this. I’ve forgiven you—I think that knowing that deep down we have been through so much and understanding that all of that is not worth my childish wishes of wanting to be loved. I think that I just needed to know that I was capable of loving. I was afraid that you guys would be the only people that could love me—which again makes this sound so selfish.” Lisa clarifies unsure of why out of all the people in Korea did she have to fall in love with Jennie Kim. This is the only explanation that Lisa could conclude too, because if she had a choice to have fallen in love with someone else she would’ve. But instead her heart pined for the older girl, “I know what you mean sometimes it’s too hard to ignore what’s already there—” she pauses and Lisa is left confused.
"Don't do this." Lisa begs Jennie, since the start of the day Lisa could tell Jennie's been waiting to say something to her. And she'd tried her best to ignore the feeling and keep them distracted but there's nothing left to avoid the rest of this conversation.
"What?" she innocently asks, as her eyes pull Lisa in deeper.
"Don't. Don't do that. We are finally okay--we're good. I'm fine to be without you. I've made peace with that, It's not your fault that you don't love me. It's my fault because I fell in love with you. Because after years of waiting nothing came--and thats fine. Sometimes you feel so strongly for a person and you don't know why - the feelings are just there. And they start to consume you until there's nothing left in your heart except what beats for that person. And thats what it was like with you...for some reason I had fallen into some kind of love with you and I picked myself up with just as much pain because you were who I thought I saw a future with. But things are different for me now-"
"I'm sorry but I love you." Jennie states begging for Lisa to hear and hear her clearly. Lisa shakes her head walking further away from Jennie not wanting to even humor this idea. Jennie runs after Lisa trying to get her to listen to what she has to say. “Lisa please—I need you listen.”
Lisa chuckles in disbelief—“You can’t be serious.”
“I know I have no right to ask you to listen to this let alone tell you how I feel no—”
“What did you think was going to happen? Did you think that I was going to wait for you—did you think that by telling me this I’d come running back to you?” Lisa bites, furious at what’s unravelling in front of her. She spent 3 years and some months to hear these words. And here they are but she can’t even stomach having to listen to what else Jennie has to say for herself.
“No—I—you need to know! I know I’m not good at talking about my feelings but I need you to know.” Jennie tries to keep calm not wanting to match the maknaes energy. Which is proving to be harder than usual, “ I don’t have to listen to anything. Why should I listen to you! Why is it that now you’re ready—huh?” Lisa continues to raise the tension between the both of them. Not caring whether they catch others attention.
“Because you deserve to know why now! You’re not the only that talked to people! That did some thinking—I wasn’t just using that time away from you to enjoy myself. Acting like I was finally free from the burden of knowing that you were in love with me—“
“Ha! A burden! I am so sorry Jennie that me having been in love with you was such a BURDEN.” Lisa tries her best to control her volume but fails to do so towards the end. Jennie shakes her head profusely knowing that that wasn’t what she meant to say. She merely wanted some recognition that she didn’t just disregard Lisa’s feelings. “No! That’s not what I meant—I—“
“You what? You spent 7 months to be sure that you liked me? And that my feelings for you weren’t some practical joke? Is that why you’ve been sleeping with me? You failed on anchoring me the first time—so you figured hell let’s try a second time so I can really be sure that I am gay. What am I some experiment to you? For you to use so that whoever comes next is actually deserving of you—Fuck you Jennie.” Lisa says all in one breath without thinking. They’re both hit with the feeling of déjà vu. She didn’t think that Jennie could still hurt her this way.
“ I needed you to know that I wasn’t just disregarding your feelings Lisa. All I could talk about was YOU! How you were feeling? Thinking about how much I’ve made you cry?” Lisa disrupts letting out another chuckle of disbelief “Don’t flatter yourself—“ Jennie tries to ignore it and continues “Or the fact that the only thing I could think about was how to fix this? That really when I think about it—I don’t look at our friends the same way I look at you! That my heart can’t seem to contain itself when you’re around. And I don’t even know what the fuck that means—“ Jennie tries her best not to shout as she bares herself at Lisa. Unfolding every little feeling she’s felt for Lisa.
“What I do know is this—“ she wipes the tears in her eyes clearing her throat. “When we’re together I can’t help but want to give up everything for you—we flirt all the time, smile and laugh but I can tell Lisa—you’re not really here with me. It’s so hard being around you and not say all the things I want you to hear. I’m trying my best to act casual but all I can do is get mesmerised by your eyes. I wish I wasn’t so afraid from the beginning. That day when you kissed me—I should’ve told you right then and there how much I loved you—even if I didn’t know how much that was. It’s scary how much I Iove you. I’ve never been so unsure of myself—there were so many times I just wanted to ask you what you think of me now? Because I spend so much of my time thinking about you or I wonder if I’m just wasting my time. I never wanted us to start like this—“ It’s clear that Lisa’s calm down as Jennie’s spoken. But she can recognize the defeat in Lisa’s eyes. If this would’ve been sooner she wouldn’t be so afraid of Lisa has to say now.
“Unnie—look at us. Look at this—” she points at the staff on edge watching the heated exchange between the two girls. Lisa nods them off trying to ensure that they were alright, they walk to create some space between them and their staff. Jennie walks up next to Lisa, unsure of what else the younger girl has to say. “For a long time I feared losing you—” Lisa begins and Jennie can’t tell what direction their conversation is going too and she’s practically at the edge of her seat.
“The thought of never having you by my side scared me, I held onto so much of myself because of this fear. I didn’t want to tell you because of what it could turn too—I look at how things are now, I never imagined this moment. I realized that by holding onto myself and to you it was only killing me, slowly, and taking space. This was one of the best things I could’ve done. I’ve learned that loving you was the best mistake I made, with no regret. I appreciate moments we both took for granted. The lack of appreciation only makes me appreciate the small moments I did have with you. They might have meant nothing to you at the time—but like I said you were everything to me. I loved you, know I will never forget those memories. I simply realize that I never want to love like that again. You are supposed to support and appreciate one another not take them for granted, appreciate the love. I may not be able to but someone needs too. I just would be doing myself injustice if I am not cautious and I wouldn’t be one hundred percent truthful to you if I sit here and act like this is something I am okay with when I am not.” Lisa wipes the tears in her eyes but she can’t stay it would undo everything she’s worked on. And everything she’s building with herself and her future.
“So, what does that mean for us?” Jennie foolishly asks, Lisa stops walking again digging her hands deeper into her pocket pinching herself. Trying to avoid any more tears from falling down, she sighs “We’re so good for each other Jennie-unnnie—”
“But we’re so bad for each other and we can’t ignore that. If we ever want to make this band if we want to keep doing what we’re doing we have to let each other go. We can’t heal in the same place that hurt us unnie.”
Notes:
did you guys enjoy the hurt because I had a wonderful writing it <3
Chapter 23: before
Notes:
this is a long fic and I kind of love that?
Chapter Text
“So that’s it?” Jennie croaks trying to stop herself from sobbing, all this time she could only imagine what Lisa’s felt that time. Not once did she think that she would be in the receiving end of it. Maybe a little part of her did expect Lisa to reciprocate what she’s been feeling. But clearly 7 months was enough for Lisa to move on— “We can’t move on by going backwards unnie.” Lisa sighs not wanting to say what she has to say to so that Jennie doesn’t end up where she was. There is a moment of silence between the both of them, only those who are familiar with the sound can hear the sound of a heart breaking in half. Jennie reaches for Lisa hand intertwining them together rubbing circles with her thumb, she looks up at the maknae “I love you—”
Lisa saddens at the sound of absolute defeat in her voice, the past version of herself is screaming at herself now. She should be jumping at this opportunity but Lisa can tell that she’s not in it anymore. That she has truly moved on, “We can’t keep going the way that we are” Lisa clarifies knowing that if the shoe were in the other foot she would prefer to have someone rip the band aid like this. So, instead sitting in her own thoughts thinking that there might still be a chance of them being together. This is better, she knows that this is better.
“Don’t you love me anymore? “Jennie questions making all of this even harder for the maknae, of course she loves Jennie. But she knows that clearly she shouldn’t love Jennie this way. There is nothing good coming from it, “Unnie—“she starts quickly pulling Jennie in for a hug then pulling her away guiding her towards a bench nearby. “Of course I love you, you’re my first love.” She whispers wiping the tears from both her eyes and Jennie’s, “But this isn’t love. We didn’t even date but look at how much pain we’re causing each other—you know love isn’t supposed to be like this.”
Jennie jumps, “Love is like this Lisa—it would be foolish to believe that it’s supposed to be blue skies and sunshine. You love each other so much that—”
“That what? We bring each other to tears—every single time. We deliver so much pain that we can barely be around each other. It’s too hard unnie.” Lisa quizzes quietly sobbing not making a sound. Jennie looks to the distance to not wanting to see how much they’ve been crying.
“What is worth suffering for? Everything is hard in some way. It’s hard to be in the wrong relationship. It’s hard to be in the right one. It’s hard to be broken and miserable. It’s hard to achieve your dreams. It’s hard to be stuck in the middle not really feeling anything at all. Everything is hard, but you choose your hard. You choose what’s worth it. You don’t choose whether or not you’ll suffer but you do choose what you want to suffer for.” Jennie rambles hoping that it could convince the younger girl even in the slightest.
“I don’t think I could handle being in this band if this is what happens to us if we end up breaking up after giving each other a chance. I know we haven’t been friends but I think it’s much better to be that than this. We’ve worked so hard to get here and no one is worth that.” Lisa simply states, “I just don’t think I can ever love—” she pauses trying to catch her breath, thoughts and heartbeat all at once.
“So, what are we supposed to do?” Jennie questions, accepting that clearly nothing is going to change the younger girls minds. Lisa is exhausted having to say this one more time, “I’m going to respect your space. I know how hard it is to be around the person you’re desperately in love with. I’m not going to force you to talk to me. I’m not going to push you during performances and we’re going to repair our friendship in your pace.” It’s an impossible pill to swallow but there is no changing Lisa’s mind. Jennie replies, “Okay—thank you—I’m sorry I couldn’t offer you the same kindness and understanding when you loved me.”
“You did what you believed was best. If you had known better, you would have done better. If you had been capable of doing better, you would have done better. You didn’t have all the knowledge, strength, confidence, and self-awareness that you have now. You did the best you could with what you had. We’re going to be okay unnie. “ Lisa tries her best to smile at Jennie who’s holding more than tears back. All she can do is nod her head; she looks up at the staff to see them signaling that it’s been quite a while since they’ve been here. Lisa’s the first one to get up, she reaches her hand out at Jennie. Signaling she’d be more than happy to help her up. The brunette shakes her head no, “I love you.” Jennie mutters one more time, Lisa smiles that painful smile that Jisoo described to Jennie months ago, “It’ll pass.” She simply says right before she turns to walk away. “I’ll be over in a second—I just need to—.” Jennie communicates without trying to sound as if she’s begging.
Lisa sighs, she leaves the older girl alone and starts walking back to the staff. She stops by a tree hiding from Jennie and the staff. “Fuck.” Lisa scolds herself finally letting the sobbing out of her body. Ever since she was 17 all she could think about was having Jennie love her the way she loved the older girl. Yet now the opportunity is presenting itself to her and she can’t find herself to accept it.
The part of her that continuously aches at the thought of Jennie breaking her heart. She doesn’t believe any sincerity that comes with her unnie reciprocating her feelings. How could she believe that these feelings are authentic. What if it’s just Jennie being scared of losing her? What if it’s just another way of manipulating Lisa? Others might call it overprotection or her being unfair but she can’t just put that part of her away.
“Lisa?” she hears Alice’s voice ring from the other side of the tree. Lisa collects herself trying to silence her sobs before she answers. She swallows the biggest lump from her throat, “Yup. I’m ready.” She softly responds and the older girl can’t help but notice her red eyes, instead of dragging her bag to security and the other manager she simply pulls her into a hug. “I don’t know what’s going on—and I don’t really have too—but I’m just really sorry Lisa.” Is all she can say as the young girl continues to sob on her shoulders.
On the other side of the park is Jennie trying to get a hold of herself. In moments like this she’s instructed management to give her space. That somehow in a matter of minutes she will get herself situated but this time it’s taken longer. She can barely understand how Lisa was able to bare all of this in a matter of seconds. Yet here she is struggling to catch her breath; she looks up trying to see if it was gravity pulling her tears out. Slowly catching her breath when she’s felt as if her tears have stopped. She looks back at management but doesn’t see Lisa towering over everyone. Does space immediately mean now? She’d gotten used to having crumbs of Lisa recently and now she doesn’t get to have anything at all. Jennie’s knows that it’s for the best and that its going to help in the long run but as of right now she feels like her heart has just been ripped out of her whole body. How barren she feels knowing that she could’ve been love the way she deserved but she’s too terrified to admit who she really is deep down. Lisa could’ve been her great love, the one her mother always talked about but what’s the point of what if when it’s clearly done.
From her peripheral she sees Lisa is wrapped around Alice’s arms walking back to the car. She sees Lisa team take one team and leave, “Fuck!” Jennie shouts burying her head in her hands, she’s been through so much and she’s gone through so much but she’s never hated herself so much. “Jennie?” she hears Alison whisper behind her, she fixes her gaze upward one more time whilst simultaneously wiping those tears that dare come out. Jennie turns to Alison trying her best to fake a smile but anyone with eyes can tell that she’s not okay.
“We can go.”
“We don’t hav—”
“Unnie—please. Let’s just go to hot pot—get on a plane and get on with our lives.” Jennie distantly answers walking past Alison and towards the van, Jennie reaches out for her phone debating if she should give into temptation. But she doesn’t instead she blocks out the world unsure of what’s to come during dinner.
In the other van Lisa is fighting off a panic attack, it doesn’t take a genius to know what a panic attack sounds like. Alison turns around to offer some help but Lisa shakes her head no. Instead she dials Mina’s number,
‘Hello?’ Mina answers smiling at her phone to have seen Lisa’s name. Only problem is—it’s not a particularly positive phone call.
‘Can you talk?’ Mina’s flags raise at the shaky sound of Lisa’s voice. She’s going to know what a panic attack sounds like, her heart drops at Lisa’s voice.
‘Of course what happened?’
‘I—just—had a horrible argument with—and I can’t—‘ Lisa stutters slowly feeling suffocated being in the car
“Stop the car!”Mina hears Lisa shout over the phone. There’a various voices trying to reason with Lisa but none of them are effective. There’s a screeching sound and car doors slamming shut.
Lisa’s pants on the other side of the line, ‘Lisa hey—one breath at a time—‘ she advises, Lisa tries to take deep breaths but is unable to do just that. Lisa finds herself unable to focus her attention on anything. Her lack of response is alarming to Mina, ‘Lisa-yah—hey focus on my voice—remember? The same voice that you think could calm a sumo wrestler down. Minari.’ She softly talks knowing that the last thing Lisa needs to hear is an overbearing voice.
Lisa tries to direct her attention away from her team and towards the horizon of the road. ‘I’m sorry—what a dick move—I haven’t even read your messages then—“ she pauses heaving every other word it makes Mina chuckle. She knows how ridiculous those texts were. It was a spur of the moment of insecurity and it got the best of her.
‘Lisashi—stop apologizing—okay—let’s focus on breathing for now. ‘
‘ I—just—whooooo—‘ Lisa tries to control her breathing again, ‘I just—I don’t know I can’t do it. I’m not going to let myself get wrapped up in it. Not again—I deserved love okay—I fucking deserve the love I give. I don’t deserve to be someone’s second choice—‘ her breathing continues to stagger ‘Let alone their forethought, I shouldn’t have to wait until someone is sure of me.’ Lisa begins to ramble and Mina can’t even understand what’s going on. Lisa’s staggered breathing makes all of this rambling make it sound more painful to listen too.
‘I’m so sorry Lisa. You do deserve someone who is sure of you. You deserve to be loved in the way that you love—deeply and honestly. I’m sorry someone made you believe that you deserve to be treated that way.’
‘You come to me after months! MONTHS! I bared my heart to you and yet you couldn’t give me the same decency that I am offering you now. ‘ Lisa continues to ramble despite a staggered breath. Slowly Mina is able to put some of the puzzle together. Instead of prying she decides against it and just lets Lisa continue rambling.
‘You love me—’ something with this specific delivery is bitter—heartbreakingly bitter ‘ You can fuck off. You think I’m gonna come back running to you ! You’ve got another fucking thing coming—‘ there’s an empty pause between the two girls. Mina can tell Lisa is finally able to catch her breath. There’s a few more heaving until it sounds regulated.
‘I’m sorry—I’m sorry.’ Is all Mina is able to say—she’s never seen Lisa in a such a state before.
‘It’s okay—I’m glad you’re okay. Do you want to talk about it?’ Mina questions, Lisa sighs slowly waiting for her blood to cool.
‘I just—this is the shit show that I was talking about. And it took a fuck up of a turn but no more. I’m not letting myself doubt the fact that I walked away.’
‘Okay—vague answer but—‘
‘I just don’t want her to think that she can just turn around and tell me she loved me after I told her the same thing 7 months ago—7 months ago—I bared my heart out—I came out—I—’
‘Oh’ Mina comments trying to act as if her heart hadn’t just dropped from the height of the sky down to the pits of hell. She knew that clearly there was someone that got Lisa to this point of her life. But it’s only human to be slightly heartbroken to hear from the person you have a crush on that someone they liked months ago are finally reciprocating said feelings.
‘No—I’m not doing that to myself. It took too much to get where I am right now. I’m sorry I just called you—suffering from a panic attack—then started yelling—it’s probably the last thing you need to hear—’ Lisa explains, Alice and her other manager look over at her signaling if she was okay. Lisa nods, they wave her over to come back into the car.
‘I’m such an asshole I didn’t even read your messages—hold on.’ Lisa adds on top of her response while walking back to the car. Mina panics on the other side of the call hoping to protest.
‘Wait no—no-no-no-noo it’s really—‘ Mina tries to object but Lisa’s pulled away from her hear catching up on her messages. She gets in the car and finally digests what Mina’s texts, leaving her feeling as if she’d gotten off an emotional rollercoaster.
‘First of all—you’re not pathetic it’s nice to hear those kinds of things. I’m sorry the panic attacks have been so unbearable—I haven’t had one in a while so I can only imagine how it feels to have one everyday—because this—this was painful—I hated being in this state for so long’
‘I think—like I said in the text I’m just used to talking to you every day and it was weird to have to stop myself from reaching out to you especially since the last couple of months it’s been you—’ Mina stops only to realize seconds later that it was a weird moment to stop speaking ‘—That I talk to everyday I mean—like I said before I say anything to my bandmates or managers you’re the first person I talk too. But I wasn’t going to reach out to JYP because I was hoping that hey maybe I can get a hold of this but—during rehearsals today I was missing steps and missing marks. And now while I’m sitting here waiting to perform I feel like throwing up—or disappearing I just don’t want to be here and I can’t get rid of the feeling—‘ She pauses realizing that Lisa’s going through an emotional crisis and she just inserted her situation again, ‘—I’m sorry this is about you not me—how are you? Was it that bad of a conversation?’
‘No it’s okay—I just—don’t want to dwell too long. But—yes it was a horrible conversation. I let my anger get the best of me which I know I shouldn’t but I spent so much of my life being in love with her and I was consumed with the idea of her and she left me hanging. She didn’t even say the things that I said to her now—she couldn’t give me the decency—the respect—and don’t even get me started on the her pulling up to my apartment trying to sleep with me—’
‘What?’ Mina questions.
‘Yeah and she kept doing shit like that in the first couple of months until I blew in her face—telling her that she’s making it almost impossible to get over her all because she can’t decide whether she wants to be with me or not’
‘That—sounds horrible—I would feel so—‘
‘Small? Pathetic because that’s what I felt—‘
‘Took the words right out of my mouth.’ Mina replies, Lisa can’t help but smile a little hearing Mina’s soft voice.
‘But I’m glad you're bringing it into JYP’s attention. You’ve got to put yourself first—and I wasn’t ignoring you. I wanted to give you space so you could think clearly.’ Lisa replies, knowing damn well that she understand the struggle of not reaching out. Mina was the first thing that came to her mind this morning.
‘I don’t want to talk about me right now. Is this the person that brought things up for you?’ Lisa sheepishly chuckles in disbelief with her own experience.
‘Oh—are you sure?’ Lisa questions feeling a little guilty bringing this kind of energy into Mina’s atmosphere knowing how delicate it is right now. ‘ I am positive.’ Mina sighs locking herself into a room that she’d just stumbled upon after taking this call with Lisa.
‘ Well—they brought everything up and more. I didn’t think I’d be so angry—let alone lead myself to a panic attack. I’m just so torn—if she would’ve said all of this to me 7 months ago. I think we’d be happily together by now.’ Lisa sighs as she feels her heart ripping at her decisions.
‘I understand—but you said it yourself that was 7 months ago—that’s not you anymore.’ Mina replies trying to support her friends decisions. If she were to be in the same shoes as her, surely she would’ve done the same thing.
‘I just can’t shake this feeling of absolute defeat you know—‘
‘I think that’s the whole point.’ She pauses leaving Lisa a little confused. What could she possibly mean by that.
‘No one is supposed to win in this case. It’s two broken hearts—right? There is no winner—I understand wanting to hurt someone in the way that they hurt you but that’s not you. And from what I know—that’ll never be you.’ Mina smiles on the phone, the bubble her stomach begins to expand. Knowing her reactive that answer is, she didn’t think about how that sounded.
‘I just wish I wasn’t myself in moments like this because I feel like a punching bag. Always just taking hits—never fighting for myself—’
‘If you aren’t the way you are I wouldn’t be falling for you’ Mina thought to herself, her chest tightens at her own thought. The conversation falls silent, ‘Mina?’ Lisa questions grabbing Mina’s attention, she tries to her best to ignore the bubbling feeling that starts at the pit of her stomach ending with heart palpitations. ‘Sorry—did you say something?’
‘Yeah—I have to go—I have dinner with the girls. Maybe we can talk to later? I know it won’t mean much but I hope you have a good show tonight.’ Lisa repeats once more, Mina’s breath hitches taking a deep breath in hoping hating how she feels at the mention of the show. ‘Yeah—thank you. I’ll talk to you later.’ They exchange goodbyes and the phone goes mute.
“Mina-unnie?” she hears a quiet on the other side of the door, she can hear Chaeyoung voice. A voice that the younger girl only uses for her, it’s soft and inviting. Mina sighs before answering, “Yeah?” she questions, trying to prevent the tears from falling. She’s got no reason to cry but all she seems to want to do is cry, it’s the type of tears that form from pure pain.
“Make up is looking for you.” These days Chaeyoung seems to be the only one that gets through her. Everyone else’s energy seems to be too overwhelming for her and even begin with how Nayeon is with her. Or the lack of it, Nayeon barely looks at her and if there is a rare moment where they are looking at one another—it’s like she can see her pupils flinch at the sight of the younger girl. Nayeon’s not one to really let you see how she’s feeling but in the rare chance that she fails in keeping face. You can see how much pain she’s in—the color in her eyes drain, her demeanor is quick to follow.
“Okay—I’ll be there in a minute.” Her smile from her conversation with Lisa is now gone as she’s faced with the reality. She’s going to have to get on that stage and inevitably fuck and try to play it off as if all she wants to do is be swallowed whole. Mina takes deep breath as she opens the door to a baby beast sat on the floor waiting for her to come out. “Chaeyoungah?” she questions, the shorter girl gets up smiling softly at her, “Is it alright that I waited for you? I just figured I could deter some questions from being asked and I could just say that we were together so you don’t have to explain yourself.” Chaeyoung clarifies wiping the dirt that might accumulated on her sweats having waited for Mina.
The older girl smiles, “I appreciate you.” She says barely a whisper and they both begin to walk towards hair and make-up. The girls don’t speak knowing that even before they debut, they’ve always come to this agreement not having to constantly fill their space with conversation. They all have very different with one another which the group always appreciated because somehow, they all mesh with each. Well, it usually does but recently seems like there isn’t a common ground that the band get on. Momo still hasn’t fully forgiven Jihyo for her breakup. Add Mina’s relationship with performing as well as the cherry on top the strain with Nayeon. Jihyo’s the mood maker of the group but she can only go through so much while trying to juggle her relationship with Daniel.
“Mina-yah where’ve you been?” Momo questions the girl opens her mouth to answer but Chaeyoung saves her, “She was helping me decide what I should eat at crafts.” Mina doesn’t look up, she squeezes the younger girls hand as a thank you before proceeding to her seat. There are various conversations going about the room and she can’t help but wonder if any of them are about her. Rationally her name isn’t even mentioned throughout the room, but her anxiety can’t help but web everyone’s words to somehow mention her name. Mina buries her head further down practically using her hair as a curtain, but the make-up artist needs her to look up.
Mina catches a glimpse of herself, the mirror begins to crack and a tear threatens to escape. She looks around room to see if anyone has noticed a crack in their reflection instead she meets Nayeon’s gaze. The unnie bites her lip, clenching her jaw in pain—she then gets up disrupting her own conversation with Tzuyu and Sana. The girls exchange looks before following where their unnie had her gaze but Mina’s back to trying to maintain eye contact with the artist.
Mina doesn’t notice Jeongyeon signal to Jihyo who’s trying to catch some shut eye. The leader doesn’t hear the older girl and continues to try and drift off to some kind of dream land. “Jihyo-yah.” Jeongyeon whispers a little more aggressively, Jihyo quickly sits up taking a deep breath in a bit of shock as if she’s on on the precipice of REM sleep. “What—what—” she answers frantically looking around the room to find the emergency. Jeongyeon places her hand on the younger girls shoulder easing her mind, “Relax—but I think you’re right—it happened again—"
“Nayeoni isn’t in here?” Jihyo yawns searching around the room for the older girl. Jeongyeon shakes her head, the leader looks over at Mina. Who hasn’t even notice that she’s shaking. Having been so caught in her own anxiety she hasn’t notice how her mental state has taken over her body. The leader looks away, it hurts to know that there isn’t anything she can do for Mina. She beats herself up daily for not catching the pain that her fellow bandmate was going through.
It’s already been a hell of year for the band but it’s only been 6 months in. Maybe she’s been so busy just trying to console Nayeon and Sana. On top of that she’s trying to maintain a leaked relationship. Despite all of the hate she gets daily just for trying to love someone. These girls are her safe space but lately it feels like there is no space for any of them. Don’t even get her started on the state of the country and their fandom.
In her eyes she should’ve known. If she wasn’t the only one feeling like this surely the whole band could feel it. It was only a little after they’d seen Lisa did she notice. At first she just assumed that it’s all because of her leg, the beginning of the year Mina had hurt her leg just like Lisa had. This made her fall behind on a lot of the rehearsals for the upcoming tour and mini albums. Jihyo didn’t want to make much of it because Mina never really the type to bring too much attention to herself whether it be physical or emotional pain. Mina assured her that it was nothing and she’s simply going to take some time to rest. Sure, Mina’s known to be extremely introverted a little attached to her phone, sure. It’s like a comfort blanket but lately, it seems like she can only be on it for a minute. And whatever she did in that minute seems to change her mood in a second. Jihyo of course would ask but Mina would just shake her head and avoid the leader’s gaze. Jihyo continuously beats herself up for believing that it clearly was a cry for help when Mina started to isolate herself from the girls.
The last thing Jihyo wants to do is bring this up in front of a big group because she knows that Mina would just shy away. Just go further into her shell, “Have you talked to Nabongs?” Jihyo sighs fixing herself in her regretfully uncomfortable costume for the start of the concert. Jeongyeon sighs knowing that Nayeon hasn’t spoken to anyone in the band, “No she won’t talk to me—she said that when she checked in with Mina everything was fine—but as you can see—”
“It’s clearly not—maybe I can ask Mina then ask her?” she sighs, perks of being the leader. The older girl waits for Jihyo to get up assuming that she meant now, Jihyo looks back at Jeongyeon confused. The older girl points to Mina, Jihyo follows the finger as it lands on the quietest member of the band. “Oh no—I’m not going to do it now.” Jihyo turns back to Jeongyeon shaking her head. The dark hair girl is confused, “Why not?”
“Look around—this is a very delicate conversation—Jy.” Like the married couple that they’re labeled to be, they usually turn to each other in moments like this. Without Jeongyeon, her role as leader would be impossible. The older girl always keeps her levelheaded in tough situations. “You’re right—I just feel like we are not Twice—” Jeongyeon looks around the room to see her best friends in their own world. “It feels like we’re just nine girls working together—”
“Yeah—it’s been a rough couple of months—we just can’t seem to catch a break.” Jihyo bites the bottom of lip not wanting a break but just a moment to breathe. “Girls—places in like an hour!” one of the managers shouts walking into the room catching everyone’s attention except for Mina. Who knows the girls as well as they know each other can tell that her presences, attention, and focus haven’t been on the tour in a while. The rest of the girls nod their heads and the manager walks off, the artist finishes on Mina’s look for the night and she heads out to wardrobe. Still paying the rest of the girls no mind, Jihyo decides to excuse herself from her conversation with Jeongyeon to follow her friend. She didn’t want to scare the younger girl so she simply speed walks and taps her in the shoulder, “Minari—” Jihyo utters softly, the black swan turns around to face the leader.
In truth since she walked into that room and made eye contact with Nayeon she couldn’t bare to give her attention to the rest of the room. She only fully gave her attention back to getting herself to wardrobe, like a zombie. “How are you?” Jihyo follows Mina’s pace as they walk around the stadium, for a moment Mina debates and staggers her steps. But inevitably her anxiety gets the best of and decides to just reply with “Yeah—I’m okay—”
Jihyo of course didn’t believe her, she’s been given the same response in the last 3 months and she couldn’t take it anymore. “No you’re not—”Jihyo sniffles, she tries to control herself knowing that she’s yet to let herself truly feel everything that girls have “put” on her. She knows that she doesn’t really have to bare all of their emotional needs but she just can’t seem to help herself.
Before debuting right after she’d been voted as the leader of Twice, she had a private meeting with JYP. He spoke about the responsibilities and other things he couldn’t mention in a group setting. Expressing that despite having your own feelings and opinions it must be pushed aside for the good of the group. Everything will always fall on her, the girl’s emotions, insecurities, responsibilities, thoughts, and complaints are now hers. But lately she feels as if she’s been selfish putting herself first.
Mina releases a chuckle through her nose, “What?” Jihyo bows her head in defeat. “You are not okay—” she plainly states halting their walk to wardrobe, she reaches for Mina’s hand into hers. When she first glanced at Mina in the green room she could see the younger girls hands shaking. Hoping that a touch from someone she knows can catch her attention and calm her mind, Mina looks down and she can’t help but let the tears fall. Jihyo pulls her into a hug, placing her head onto her shoulder.
Jihyo never likes seeing her bandmates cry but there was something about having Mina cry. She never makes any noise; you can feel in the way she walks into a room. If you look at her, normally her eyes show express the first day of snow. How calm it is, only having the wood crackling in the fire consuming the sound. And how the warmth of the fire covers the room. But when she’s like this, it’s rare that she gives you a glance of her soft gaze. In moments like this she’ll greet everyone with a soft smile and then the rest of the conversation will be held between you and her forehead. It’s as if she’s suffocating and a breath of fresh air seems to do the opposite. Despite suffocating she doesn’t bother to fight back; she doesn’t seem to have that round in her in moments like this. “I think—you should take a break. You don’t have to keep going on like this.” Jihyo whispers in her ears, Mina releases the tension kept on her shoulders.
Hearing Jihyo say those words it’s as if Mina is taking in some fresh air. Part of the reason why she’s been avoiding the leader is because she never wanted to disappoint her. Mina lifts her head from Jihyo’s shoulder finally being able to look her in the eyes, “I—”
“I know—honey.” Jihyo tries her best to wipe the girls tears without ruining her make-up. Mina eyes continue to produce tears and for once her tears have understanding. All these months crying her eyes nothing has felt more freeing than the tears she’s releasing now. “C’mon let’s go in here.” Jihyo pulls Mina into a random room, thankfully no one’s in there.
“I know the fans haven’t been kind to you—I also have noticed that Korean fans haven’t been subtle about their animosity towards you, Momo or Sana. After everything that happened between the court’s decision about the relationships between Japan and Korea—but please know that—”
“I can’t stay Jihyo.” Mina finally speaks up. Jihyo’s frozen, she knows that she’d been waiting for this since the first time Mina fell on stage when the lights turned off almost injuring herself. Jihyo’s only experienced heartbreak a couple of times in her life but it’s never this but her hearts never broken like this before. If this is how she feels she can only imagine that this is a small fraction of how Mina’s been these last few months. Jihyo’s tears can’t help but join Mina’s she tries to smile at the girl hoping what she’s about to say brings her some comfort “I know—I heard you’ve got a meeting with JYP, but I appreciate you telling me. Do you know when you think you’d want to go?”
Mina struggles to answer knowing that it’s much sooner—“I—think we’re going to decide that tomorrow.” She lies not wanting to disappoint the girl any further, Jihyo wipes her own tears before wiping the rest of Mina’s. Knowing that her last show with the girls will be in Manila. “Oh—alright well if you want me there or anyone at all for support let me know. I can figure something out with the managers.” Jihyo responds, if Jihyo’s going to offer you anything it’s going to be solutions. Mina just shakes her head knowing that her parents have already flown in from Japan to support her in her task to get through this meeting with JYP. It’s not that she’s afraid of talking to him because he is known to prioritize his artists post debut. But the fact that this is their first schedule world tour and she can’t even get through the whole thing.
“Look the girls and I will support you Mina okay—you are always going to be with us.” Jihyo continues to talk hoping that whatever she is saying is what the younger girl needs to her. But for Mina—she knows that she’s far too gone at this point nothing can change her mind from leaving. “I understand.” Mina grabs the doorknob wanting to leave the room starting another panic attack coming on. Powered by guilt and anxiety, the leader decides not to force anymore out of Mina just actioning that she’s going to follow the girl.
***
Rosé and Jisoo get to the place first, Jennie had texted in the group chat after the night market that she’d found a place. “I am excited—have you heard from Lisa or Jennie-unnie?” Rosé questions looking through the menu. Jisoo pouts as she closes the app she’s on to open her messages but no updates since the picture of a painting from the museum. “Nope—but I hope their day was good—also I hope she knows I am planning on ordering as much food despite not being able to finish all of it.”
“That’s not nice! But I think I kind of want to do the same—I’m glad they’re hanging out again.” Chaeyoung makes a comment picking up the menu again to see what’s going to fill her craving.
“I mean let’s be honest they’ve hanging out for a while now—“Jisoo comments without thinking but the minute it left her lips she wanted to beat herself up for it. But a part of her couldn’t take the lies anymore she finds her group and her family disrupted so unlike how they usually are. It’s also been made her sick that she’s watching another one of her best friends break their own heart because they can’t be honest with the person they love. Finally, she can put Nayeon’s advice to good use, she has to stop her friends from going any further. “Wait wha—what do you mean?” the blonde continues to hide behind the menu, beyond the menu is her face cracking.
“We’re emotional fluffers.” The eldest states plainly, so obviously that it seems like anyone off of the street could smell this dynamic between all the girls. “What are you saying right now—I am so confused.” Rosie tries to make a joke out of it by chuckling in the end but Jisoo doesn’t buy it. She’s tired of constantly having to pretend that this whole thing hasn’t changed everyone’s dynamic to the point where it’s going to start affecting how they work with each other. “Don’t you see—we honestly can’t be this blind—you can’t be this blind just because all you do is hang out with her. You can’t be this naïve Chaeyoung.” it come off a little harsher that it needed to be but Jisoo’s become frustrated by the whole thing. Rosé is quiet deep down she’s well aware that all of this is frustration but she’s just unsure where all of it is coming from. “They’ve been sleeping together for months and have just been doing that—neither of them are getting the emotional capacity that they need—so they’re getting it from us.” But clearly this is all new to the young member.
“What do you mean? They’re sleeping together—“ Anyone can see that Rosie hopes and heart are ripping the seams. The blonde falls quiet, the guilt in Jisoo starts to set in despite feeling a sense of relief not hoping that Rosie wont waste years in the way Lisa has. “Chaeyoungah—you can’t be serious?” Jisoo pulls herself from the shield she’d been using to see if Rosie’s been look at her this whole time. But when the menu’s down she only sees the blonde’s head bowing down in pure disappointment.
“They’ve been sleeping together—” the blonde whisper delivering a tone of disappointment with every word. Jisoo doesn’t know how to respond, the staff with them staggers around the restaurant and it changes the ambiance of the room. The girls exchange looks, Jisoo’s manager comes up to the table as they watch everyone else get dismissed.” What’s going on oppa?”
“I think you girls are going to have a private dinner tonight. So chef, one wait staff and everyone else is going home.” Private dinners rarely happen, which could mean someone from higher up is here to discuss something really important. Or something happened with Jennie and Lisa and it’s become a group problem. Jisoo and Rosé fall silent a little nervous about what’s going to unravel in tonight’s dinner. So much for a fun dinner with the girls, “I’m sorry that you had to hear it from me Chae.”
“No—don’t apologize at least I heard it from somebody.” She says coldly, Fuck, Jisoo thought to herself. This might be the one thing she was trying to prevent but now it feels like she’s just rocketed them straight through the door. Jennie enters the restaurant with a bucket hat on covering her eyes. Shit, Jisoo thought herself. Jennie approaches the table taking her hat off. Her eyes are puffy and red, “Hey,” she tries to hide behind a smile but neither of the girls buy it. It doesn’t take much to know when someone’s been crying—” Have you guys ordered yet? Because I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick,” she puts her hat down as well as her things. She excuses herself and the two girls are quick to exchange looks, “Fuck” they simultaneously utter at the same time.
“This is not good.” Jisoo shakes her head disappointingly unsure what to expect from what’s coming. Alison and Alice walk in together, which the girls find odd to see them walk together without Lisa. Because if her manager is here surely she should be right behind, but Lisa’s still in the van trying to collect herself.
“Unnies?” Rosé grabs their attention for a moment, they exchange looks with one another. Alison puts her hand up asking for a moment, she moves her face over to Alice’s ears to exchange whispers with each other. They end it with a nod to each other. “We don’t know everything but—Lisa and Jennie got into an argument. From what we could tell it was the kind that’s been brewing for a few months and it finally blew up. By the looks of the way they left it off it did not get resolved—we need this to be done now. It can’t go one like this and we know that getting upper management involved will only make this worse. So—” Alice turns to Alison,
“So—we need you guys to fix it and figure it out as a band—because at the end of the day we know that you guys are doing this for each other. Not us—not the money—none of any of that—and we know that. So please, before anything could get worse—”
“We got it.” Jisoo’s quick to cut her off understanding the severity of the situation. Truly—she was hoping to take Nayeon’s advice not wanting to step in between the two girls but clearly someone has to be the Jihyo in this situation. Just as fate would have it, Lisa comes walking into the restaurant as Jennie’s making her way out of the bathroom. Jisoo makes a general order for the whole group and the whole room clears out. Jennie and Lisa’s eyes meet—for a moment—they pause in their tracks. Lisa looks away as if they hadn’t just looked at each other. Jennie decides to ignore it and sits down on the booth first smiling as if they hadn’t just seen her rosy puffy eyes. “What did we order?”
“I just ordered a variety of foods for the group.” Jisoo strictly says, Jennie isn’t foolish she’s quick to catch her tone. She only ever plays this card when something is seriously wrong as. Jennie looks around avoiding Lisa’s gaze to see that the whole restaurant is empty. “What’s going on?” she tries to make a joke of it but none of them smile, Rosé and Jisoo exchange looks with each other.
“We can’t go on like this. You two can’t go on like this—we’ve tried to leave this alone because we figured you’d both have it figured out by now—but now it’s affecting all of us—” Jisoo takes a pause, she hates having to pull out seniority but enough is enough. Clearly not only does she have to break Jennie’s heart in the process but everyone elses. “So let’s just bare it all out there and figure out how we can go on—how we can all move on—” the waitress comes up to the table to bring them their food, Jisoo waits, the girls smile as a thank you. Staff quickly dismisses them along with the cook, only the dishwasher and the owner is left.
“I don’t want to hear some bullshit about how—oh we’ll figure it out unnie—you have to give us time unnie—because we’re tired and frankly by the looks of it so are the both of you.” Everyone is silent, what are they supposed to say. They can’t begin to protest wanting to put everything out there because Jisoo does have a point. These last couple of months they both have fed everyone lies saying they’ll take care of this but clearly— “So—let’s have it—should we start from the beginning or should we talk about what happened today?”
Lisa’s quiet, she can’t even begin to fathom where should she start. If she could avoid having to relive this painful story of being in love with someone and the feeling of having to begged to be loved she would. Jennie’s on the same boat as the maknae but it’s time for her to do right by the girl and takes the lead in their discussion. “Okay I can start——I’m sure everyone here already knows but Lisa had told me she had feelings for me after we celebrated New Years together in Bangkok. But as everyone knew—” Jennie pauses trying to clear her voice from the shakiness of her anxiety and truth of the last couple of months are coming into light.
“I was with Kai at the time but that clearly didn’t last—I broke her heart which left her—” she looks over at the maknae whose still looking down avoiding everyone’s gaze, Jennie sighs, “—I won’t speak for her—”
“—it’s okay I think everyone knows how that turned out—” Lisa chuckles trying to lighten herself and the mood but it does the opposite. Everyone knows this is no laughing let alone joking matter.
“Don’t do that—don’t minimize how you feel—because that’s how we got here in the first place. She broke your heart and you could barely look at her—” Rosie chimes in trying to stand up for her best friend, she reaches over Lisa’s shaky leg hoping to bring the girls mind to some ease. Jennie bites her lip knowing that she deserves to hear this, she deserves to know how it truly was for the maknae all of those months. She deserves to know how everyone else stepped up to take of the maknae after she left her so broken.
“I know what I’ve done—and I understand what it’s done—”
“It wasn’t just you.” Lisa speaks up surprising the unnies, “Either way—ever since then all its done is put a wedge between all of us because despite not trying to take sides we clearly all have. And for that I am sorry—”
“Me too…” the maknae adds
“—I—know on my end the last thing I wanted was to have this affect us a group and I continuously used that excuse when it came to coming to terms about having feelings for Lisa. Having kept this between Lisa and I was clearly a mistake but I think that we were just trying to save ourselves the trouble of now. It’s done a lot of harm and I recently had just come to terms that clearly my feelings for her ran deeper than I had realized which scared me until now. I knew that I had no right to tell her at least not now. I just had hope that she’ll still love me. But I didn’t want to give her the wrong idea I wanted to be sure of my feelings so I waited. So—today—I was trying to do—just that and well” she chuckles selfishly hoping to get Lisa to love her.
“I was selfishly hoping that Lisa was still where she was in the beginning of this year—it’s stupid to assume that someone could just stay loving you despite not giving her an ounce of me all these months. I should’ve known but—I was finally ready to do right by her. But she’s made it very clear that it’s not going to happen like that. So here we are now—if you guys have got any ideas as to how to move pass this I’d love to hear them—and Lisa—” she pauses looking over at the maknae hoping to catch a glimpse of her gaze but nothing. Lisa’s still enamored with her hand regressing into silence for some comfort knowing this is the last thing she ever wanted.
Jisoo follows Jennie’s gaze but is met with the same fate, she looks back at her friend who’s been working double time to keep her tears at bay. “Lisa?” Rosie softly questions.”
“What else is there to say? Neither of us are in the same place that the other person is at. All we’ve done this last 7 months was hurt each other. It’s stupid to consider that we could turn anything we felt for each other into love.” She adds, Jennie tries to stifle her disbelief but parts of it come out. Lisa wants to react but decides against it. Jisoo shakes her head knowing that both girls are simply taking shots at each other.
“Is there anything you want to add Lisa? Anything you want to say?” Jisoo softly engages, Lisa takes a deep breath. The type of breath that you take when you’ve just finished running a marathon and you finally catch your breath. There’s no stingy sensation trying to steal the spotlight of wanting to delivery crisp air. But also holds a sadness within it because all of that energy and hard work only amounted to you barely qualify for the race.
“No. I want this to be done. I want all of my energy—all of our energy to only be focused on this group. I don’t think I want to go through this again--” Lisa simply states looking up from her hands finally offering her gaze to her band members. The way Lisa’s eyes from this day on will always be ingrained in their minds. How barren it looks; how cold it seems to make them all feel the further they go into her eyes. All of that life that breathes through her can barely be seen.
Silence fills the air in exchange for the maknae’s opinion. They look at each other hoping someone will recognize her, someone will recognize what she’s said. “Alright.” Painfully Jennie does so, Lisa looks up to finally meet her eyes. Softly they exchange a look only the other is able to understand. They look a look at each other like they were almost lovers, like they should’ve kissed and made love and laughed in bed together, but they elected to stay friends. They look at each other like with what ifs and could haves and hearts full or regret.
“So--?” Jisoo waits to see if there is a way for all of them to move on from this as best as they can. “I’m going to respect her space. I know how hard it is to be around the person you’re desperately in love with. I’m not going to force her to talk to me. I’m not going to push her during performances and we’re going to repair our friendship in her pace. If you both truly want to be helpful don’t force anything to happen between the both of us, if there is a night where you guys are going to get dinner and you happen to invite me and I say no—please respect that and vice versa.” Lisa starts as she relives what she had to say earlier today.
“And when the moment comes where you can feel us get back to how we use to be please don’t make a big deal out of it. Please don’t force either of us to talk about everything that’s happened—” Jennie adds biting the inside of her mouth hoping to prevent her voice from breaking.
“Please.” Lisa adds avoiding the older girls gaze once more.
“If we want to talk about it then fine—that’s different but don’t force us to talk about it otherwise.” Jennie finishes, she sighs rubbing her hands together hoping this will prevent her from shedding anymore tears. Despite hoping to have a wonderful day to finally be fully transparent with her feelings its turned into this.
“We can do that.” Rosie finally speaks up grabbing all of the girls attention, “I think I speak for Jisoo-unnie and I when I say that we can do that if we stop keeping secrets from each other.”
“I agree. We’re not asking that you tell us when you have to poop or that you’re on your period but if it’s the kind of secret that clearly affects us as a group we need to know. We’re not asking either of you to come out to either of us but when you both could feel that it started to clearly lose control you should’ve told us and maybe we wouldn’t be here.” Jisoo hates to have been so blunt but how else are they supposed to move on without transparency.
Neither girls are sure what to say but there’s some accuracy to what their unnie is saying. “We understand.” Lisa nods her head obediently, looking off into the distance. “I’m sorry it couldn—” Lisa shakes her head in protest, knowing that there will always be a profound feeling of loss for what could have been. Jennie is deep thought knowing that for God knows how long she’s going to have to just sit and forget.
Knowing that she has to let it all go. The way she kissed her, the way she smelled, the way she touched her waist and pull her in. She has to let it all go—she has to let Lisa go. Because that’s who she was—not who she is. Knowing now what it’s like to sacrifice yourself to love someone.
Having loved her was a sacrifice because without Lisa knowing it she had all the power to destroy Jennie. Ultimately that’s exactly what she did, deep down she knew that letting her go is the lesser of the two evils. She couldn’t love her—she couldn’t be that naïve or romantic knowing what she knows and feeling what she feels for Mina.
Chapter 24: no clothes
Notes:
hello party people,
im sorry its been very busy at work and I've had writers block for a while. but im here never doubt that I won't finish this because I will. because frankly my delulu brain also feeds off of this lol.
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“What do you mean she’s gone?” Sana questions loudly, as the group scrambles to digest Jihyo’s news. She exchanges a look with one of the managers. They collect everyone else and pull them out of the room. Jihyo nods off to thank the manager as she exits the room. The leaders walks over to the door locking it hoping that there will be no intrusions. The manager posts herself at the door to ensure the girls aren’t interrupted but more importantly that they’re not spied on.
“How is she even gone?” Sana continues to question loudly, Jihyo checks the rest of the room for any other points of entrance. Jihyo returns to the group and starts to pace.
“Sana-unnie—please sit down.” Dahyun suggests as her immediate reaction to the news is to protest, unsure if she’s hearing the leader correctly. Sana tries to control her swelling eyes as they watch Jihyo pace in front of them. Jihyo pulls a chair over and sits in front of her group. “Mina left for Japan this morning. She’s gone.” Jihyo says one more time hoping that she herself is able to digest the news that she’d received earlier this morning. Mina’s meeting with JYP was only a month ago how could she have already gotten everything together so quickly. How long has she been thinking about this, clearly that chat wasn’t just a conversation but a warning.
The girls erupt in different forms of protest, Jihyo doesn’t bother to shush them or control them. Instead, she lets them process everything for a few minutes. Everyone feels like this came from left field. They knew that Mina’s been having a hard time but they didn’t know the extent. Of course, this is only an inkling, they’ve tried to talk to her. But she continuously insisted that it was under control or she’d simply close up like a clam. They could feel that Mina’s energy wasn’t in the tour anymore. Her attention, her whole presence no longer resonated with the group or anything around. All she wanted to do was stay in her room. It’s like she’d been taken over by something else. “Did she say why?”
“Do we know when she’s coming back?”
“Do we even know how she got this all figured out in the first place?”
“Was anyone with her at the airport?
“Why didn’t she say goodbye?”
“Why didn’t she tell anyone?”
“Did you know about this?” Momo’s tone as well as accusatory question brings everyone’s attention back to Jihyo who’s still in the middle of processing. Momo stands up glaring at Jihyo. Deep down the leader knows that this anger stems from her break-up with Dahyun. The rest of the band excused it for a few months but when they try to confront Momo about it she shuts down. Excusing that she has every right to behave just so because it was all of Jihyo fault.
“Hello?” Momo says trying to catch her attention this time with a little bit more bite with her tone. Jihyo can recognize, hell, their team and the fandom can tell how awkward their friendship is. Especially in front of cameras. But behind the scenes Jihyo could always give them the benefit of the doubt that not everyone can see their friendship and they’ve got nothing to prove. Yet after their break up it’s proven to be more difficult. It’s as if all of those faults that Jihyo finds herself insecure about were merely truths she chooses to ignore. “No—” Jihyo doesn’t look at her, she replies barely a whisper. “Excuse me?” Momo continues to morsel at her hoping to get Jihyo’s attention. Refusing to let her sit in this news as the rest of them waits for to know what she knows.
“I know for a fact you knew about this—and you still know more now and yet you’re refusing to let the rest of us understand. Something we all deserve to know—” Momo raises her voice as her finger acts like a knife trying to stab Jihyo. But the leader’s focus is still at her best friend’s departure. Momo turns to the rest of the girls who are afraid of what’s to come next “—you guys can’t sit here and tell me you believe that she didn’t know that Mina’s—”
The girls erupt in a multitude of nicknames for Momo hoping to get her to back off. But only “Momoring—enough.” Sana speaks through her teeth, if anyone could calm Momo down it was Sana—it was always Sana something about the way she understood how deep Momo’s feelings always ran. Jeongyeon puts her hands on Jihyo’s knee’s trying to look her in the eye. A tear falls from one side, “She told me about her meeting with JYP—” the girls fall silent understanding that for once they are not the only ones in shock. Their leader is just as human as all of them.
“—she told me that she didn’t know when she’d leave—.”
“—she said it was just a meeting—” she repeats to herself, “It was just a meeting” Jihyo finishes. The girls are unsure of what to say or how to react because Jihyo opens her mouth to say something else, “When I spoke to her—she told me she didn’t know when she was leaving. I only knew about her meeting with JYP because he sent me an email—but that was a month ago” she says barely raising her voice from a whisper, clearly in shock.
“I don’t understand what’s happening?” Tzuyu finally speaks up. The unnies look at her in pure concern, the younger girl fears the worst. “What are we supposed to do without Mina-unnie?” Her voice cracking, she’s never been separated from these girls before. Having one of them gone feels like a part of her is missing.
“We knew she wasn’t doing well but we never thought this—” Dahyun mentions unsure of what to say or what it means that she’s gone. They’re all going through the same panic thoughts.
“Why didn’t she tell anyone?” Chaeyoung questions in disbelief.
“She hasn’t been feeling like herself for a while now and—”
“That much we knew but it looked worse after her check in with Nayeon-unnie.” Jeongyeon fishes, Jihyo shakes her head in disappointment knowing this is not the right time to bring that up. But Jeongyeon has had enough of Nayeon’s silent treatment towards Mina. Confuse looks gaze at her unsure what she’s getting at. Jeongyeon ignores Jihyo’s disapproving look and continues on. “I don’t know there was regular, normal, quiet, Mina but after Nayeon’s check in she became cold—at least that’s what Momo and the rest of you thought after I asked about it.”
“Why are you bringing me into this?” Nayeon speaks up for herself in disbelief that one of her oldest friends could even take shots at her. “Nayeon-unnie?” the younger girls exchange looks with one another, except for Momo.
“We can’t just sit here and ignore that after you checked in with Mina she wasn’t exactly the same.” Jeongyeon begins to argue, Nayeon scoffs, Jeongyeon hates how Nayeon’s been so closed off recently. Which is very unlike Nayeon especially towards the group.
“She hasn’t been the same that’s the whole point. How am I even connected?” Nayeon finds it to be a joke but others can’t help but wonder. As they all look back on how both girls acted the next day. Nayeon missed breakfast, which was odd, as for Mina was a wild card. Depending on how she felt that morning she often missed breakfast. That day Nayeon made up an excuse as to why she missed breakfast, but instead of stopping herself from missing just this breakfast. She just kept giving them other excuses as to why she’s missing so much of the group activities that had nothing to do with promoting the group. They can’t even look at each other much after that. When Mina would try to talk to her about anything it often ended quickly—hell even trying to get her attention for some group notes on rehearsals she’d got one-word answers.
“Why have you been ignoring Mina? Do you honestly think that’s been helpful with what’s been going on with her? She needed you and yet you’re too selfish to put your own feelings aside so all you did was ignore her? What could she have done to you for you to treat her like that?” Jeongyeon instigates, it’s very unlike her to be like this towards Nayeon.
Nayeon, Jeongyeon and Jihyo have always been as thick as thieves. They were the first ones to be put together and they’ve been through it all. From monthly evaluations, to eating restrictions through tireless nights. You name it they’ve done it together, so it’s truly baffling to her that Jeongyeon could be so cruel towards her.
Also, Nayeon is painfully aware of her relationship with Mina, despite having been in Korea for a whole year and in the company for a whole year Mina hadn’t spoken to anyone. Yet right before she left to see her family for break she finally initiated a conversation with someone in the company. Nayeon felt honored to be the first person that the younger girl introduced herself too. Ever since then Mina’s always found comfort in Nayeon she's always been her safe space. Which is the reason why Jeongyeon’s a little hostile towards the older girl because she sees it as a betrayal. “I didn’t do anything why are you taking this out on me. I checked in on her the way you guys have been—”
“Oh, please save us the drama Nayeon—because if you really have been checking in on her why have you been asking Dahyun to take your check ins?” Jeongyeon pauses looking over at the pale girl who is currently avoiding the unnie’s eye contact. “You avoid her like a plague.” Jeongyeon continues to instigate and none of the younger members want to step in. When they both get like this, it’s almost impossible to truly get in between without getting hurt themselves.
“Enough Jeongyeon.” Jihyo sternly requests enunciating every letter but Jeongyeon moves closer towering over Nayeon. The eldest stands up to face Jeongyeon, Jihyo walks up between them “No—it’s not. It’s not enough. For all we know she could’ve said something to push Mina over the edge or all those times of her ignoring Mina could’ve done it.” Jeongyeon’s voice gets louder, Jihyo pushes her aside creating some space.
“Why are you pinning this all on me?” Nayeon fights back refusing to be blamed or pushed out. “Enough! The both of you.” Jihyo shouts, the leader never shouts like this. She’s finally got their attention. Jihyo is a fairly levelheaded person, it’s the type of person she’s been trained to be. When she’s has to be the one, calling all the shots, delivering horrible news, be the middleman and practically mother everyone. But in moments like this a part of her equilibrium tends to fail “She left because of her anxiety. Wake up!” Jihyo shouts again, huffing trying to catch her breath and avoiding herself from crying. “It has been months of her just in her own head after her knee injury she wasn’t the same—” she pauses shaking her head, she’s truly baffled that she even has to be this person right now. She can’t even begin to fathom that she’s got to pull the focus back on who actually matters as of this moment and that is Mina. “If we were only paying attention we wouldn’t be here! I am just as confused as all of you are!” Jihyo feels her tears fall but she doesn’t change face. There is anger, disappointment and pure sadness just written all over her face and the girls can see. They rarely see this side of Jihyo, she’s supposed to be the one to make everyone feel better. She’s supposed to be the face that brings all the girls comfort but with how this is going she’ll be the first to admit defeat.
“Jeongyeoni it’s not always going to be sunshine and rainbows—you should know that better than anyone. If there is something going on between us as a band, we’re allowed to handle it in private. If she doesn’t want to talk about it, then she doesn’t have to. Nayeoni we’re a band—we just want to know that you guys will figure it out. We’ve never gone a whole month without talking to the person we’re fighting with. We’re not oblivious to you or Mina we can tell something is wrong.” Jihyo wipes her tears away, both girls create some space between all three of them. Intently listening to what the younger yet wiser girl has to say. The taste of hurt lacing her words trying and hoping that everyone is able to understand each other she continues, “I understand the panic but she wasn’t doing herself any good by staying here.” Jihyo puts her hand up to her head trying to calm herself down. She looks around the room making eye contact with every single person.
“No, I don’t know how long she’ll be gone. No, she never specified why she left. No, I didn’t know she was going to leave today. You know everything that I know.” Jihyo firmly speaks scaring the girls, Jihyo rarely uses this tone at the girls.
“I understand that this year hasn’t been the easiest—“ the leader pauses “—for any of us. I get that—I really do—I don’t know what’s gonna happen next but when she does come back—”
“If she does—but we shouldn’t be here in the first place if you would’ve just been honest.” Jeongyeon says barely a whisper. Nayeon scoffs moving closer to Jeongyeon again only Jihyo’s there to stop her from walking any further.
“This is ridiculous!” Nayeon throws her hands up. Her eyes lit up in pure anger.
“I told her I was in love with her—alright! Yes that’s right I told Mina that I am in love with her. And I waited—no not for a couple of minutes but for an hour. I waited in her room for her to say anything truly anything a—hi, a hello any kind of recognition that she sees me. But she didn’t say anything back, so I left. She wanted to talk to me the next day but I feel humiliated—the same humiliation I feel right now! So yes, I have been avoiding—”
“That is the last thing she needed!” Jeongyeon shouts disregarding everything else that was said.”
“Unbelievable—are you listening to anyone but yourself. It is completely uncalled for and unfair for you to sit here and blame me for everything going on with her—because I know for a fact that you can’t even tell me what’s going on with her now because she doesn’t talk to you either! You and Momo don’t get to sit here and blame Jihyo and I for knowing or not knowing!” Nayeon shouts, the girls watch this unfamiliar vein pop out of her forehead, “No fucking right!” Nayeon shouts before walking out of the room. She almost runs into the manager as she walks out of the room, but thankfully stops herself and steps to the side.
Everyone is in shock, what else are they supposed to say. They’re all hit with guilt, even Momo, Jihyo runs after the eldest girl—not knowing what direction she went. It only took a few seconds to find her, thankfully, because when Nayeon is angry she’ll often pace and loudly mutter to herself.
“Nayeoni” she says softly, the eldest shakes her head “Not now Jihyo please. I need a moment and then we can talk.” She says quickly as she paces in the hallway waving the leader off. Jihyo puts her hands up moving away, Jihyo’s desperate for an answer so she decides to dial the one person that might know a little bit more about Mina.
‘Hello?’ Lisa answers
‘ Lisayah’ Jihyo greets trying to sound as positive as possible.
‘Jihyo-yah! Hi—what’s up that’s so weird I was just thinking about calling you today—’
‘I guess we both just had a feeling today—’ Jihyo jokes making the tall girl laugh, Lisa looks over at the stage to see everyone getting ready for stretches. She looks over at the concert director asking for a few a minutes. The band watches the maknae move further backstage as she takes her call,
‘I see that—what’s up?’
‘Nothing—I just wanted to ask since you’ve been speaking to Mina a lot have you heard from her?’
‘No—last I heard from her was a few weeks ago—these days are kind of mixing for me in fairness.’ The taller girl tries to play-off despite also being a little worried about the black-swan lack of communication with her in the last month. It’s left Lisa to spiral wondering if she’s scared her off. ‘I was about to ask how she was doing? I usually get a text from her but radio silence—I just want to make sure she’s okay—’ Lisa answers coughing towards the end trying to fix her tone hoping her words aren’t too obvious or forward. To the point that Jihyo can tell there’s something more to her questions.
‘Oh alright—uhmm—well—’ Jihyo debates as to whether she should tell Lisa or keep it strictly within the company. But they’ve known each other for a bit now and Lisa’s able to pick up on the concern in her voice.
‘Is everything okay?’ Lisa asks catching Jihyo’s shakey voice.
‘Uhmm—well no—because we just got the news that she’s going on hiatus today and didn’t tell anyone in the band that she was leaving. So, I was really hoping someone would know—what’s going on because I feel like—’ Jihyo pauses trying to swallow the pebble in her throat once again swallowing the news of her best being in so much pain. She laughs trying to avoid the tears, ‘—I’ve lost control and everything is my fault and no one talks to me because they might no---’
‘Hey—woah—woah—woah—breathe Jihyo—no one thinks that especially not your 8 best friends okay.’ Lisa comforts her friend.
‘I just—wow—I didn’t think this would ever happened but what the hell did I know. I’m sorry I just—I don’t even know what to do.’
‘It’s okay—it’s okay not to know what to do. I know everyone expects you to know all of the answers but you don’t. That’s an impossible ask—but what you do know and deep down I know you know this. She needed to do this for herself—she’s going to come back the best you can do now is be patient until she reaches out to you guys. For now, focus on keeping your group together keeping each other safe and loved. You’re a good leader Jihyo-yah’ Lisa advises Jihyo nods her head along in agreement.
‘Right—loved and safe. Loved and safe.’ She repeats back to Lisa.
‘I understand wanting to point fingers but I know Mina and so do you the last thing she wants is to blame any of you. Because in reality there is no one to blame—it just all became too much for her.’ Lisa answers trying to calm her own racing thoughts. She’s been trying to distract herself with putting all of her energy on this tour. But she did find it weird when she hadn’t heard from Mina.
‘Thank you.’ Jihyo releases a deep breath out.
‘I needed to hear this.’
‘Yeah? I’m glad I could help—I’ll always be here to remind you. Listen I have to get back to rehearsals but hopefully I can see you or maybe we can face time soon? Check in—how it’s going with you and Daniel or just how you’re doing?’ Lisa says to the girl who totally understands where she’s coming from.
‘Yeah of course thank you. I would love to talk to you soon. And if you do hear from her—’
‘You’ll be the first to know Jyo.’ Lisa plainly states, Jihyo sighs in pure relief. In truth she doesn’t need to personally hear from Mina all she needs to know is that she’s okay and she’s going to be seeking some treatment. She especially wants to know that the whole group is here for her.
‘Thank you.’ The call drops, Jihyo turns back to Nayeon who’s no longer pacing but clearly on the verge of tears. After Sixteen Nayeon avoided trying to shed any tears knowing that she’s going to have to develop a tough skin. Yet when it came to love she often found herself in new territory. She’s just so protective of herself, she always saw love as having someone who could have so much power over you that they could break you.
“Nayeon-ni. Are you ready to talk?” she softly approaches the eldest girl who is catching her breath biting her cheek. Nayeon looks at the leader with pain her eyes, you could tell that her confession had been taking a toll on her. Jihyo knows that it wasn’t easy for her to get to that point and it even took a lot more for her to let everyone else know. “I just don’t understand why she’s attacking me—” she starts still clearly fuming from the unnecessary attack from Jeongyeon.
“I don’t know—I think having Mina just up and leave has everyone spooked and we’re all just trying to understand what’s going on. But that doesn’t excuse her trying to use you as a scapegoat.” Jihyo comforts the eldest in the best way that she can whilst trying to ensure that this fight doesn’t go any further.
Nayeon is quite unsure of what to say—slowly but surely she’d been wondering if what she confessed had something to do with Mina’s departure. “But what if she’s right Jyo?” Nayeon worries.
“Right about what?”
“What if telling her how I feel pushed her over to leaving. Maybe Jeongyeon was right? That is truly the last thing she needed—she can barely process and deal with her own anxiety did she really need me and mine?” Nayeon huffs as her breathing gets deeper as if she’s struggling to carry over the smallest practice of breathing.
Jihyo doesn’t say anything, instead she starts to rub the older girls arm softly. Trying to soothe her before she brings herself to a panic. “Maybe she did leave because of me. I never wanted her to leave because of me—“
“Don’t—don’t do that to yourself. You and I both know how false that is. She’s going through something that only she can understand—and we all know that making her stay here wasn’t going to do her any good.” Jihyo rationalizes with Nayeon which she appreciates.
“I should’ve kept it to myself.” Nayeon shakes her head looking off into the distance. Jihyo sighs, she’s always hoped to have her best friend’s courage. To truly be who she is around them without fear. But out of all 9 of them she’s the one that has to burden everyone’s expectations. She doesn’t have the liberty to be so free.
“No. You shouldn’t have. I’m glad you told her. I’m glad you told us. You were never good at hiding yourself unnie.” Jihyo starts, “—That’s why everyone loves you so much. You are just your wonderful self. You’ve got the liberty to be yourself—it wouldn’t have done you any good by not sharing a part of yourself with the people that care about you the most. Besides you were always so bad at keeping secrets.” Jihyo jokes hoping to make light of things. Nayeon let’s out a chuckle agreeing with the leader she rests her head on her shoulder finally relaxing. “What are we going to do?” she questions.
“I don’t know. We’ll figure it out, like we always do.”
***
Lisa walks back on stage with the rest of the group. She places her in-ears in handing her phone to her manager. “Sorry about that—I’m ready.” She smiles at her group mates who respectfully smile back.
“Should we start with Really?” Jisoo submits, the girls nod their head in agreement. They turn to the band to see if they heard the oldest girl. The band scroll through their various iPads and give the girls a thumbs up.
The music begins and the girls prep their in ears as the count in starts. ‘If you really, really love me malhaejwo. Na eobsi haludo beotilsu eobsdago really, really
Jibchaghal mankeum wonhandago really’ Jennie starts staring off into the distance, Rosé and Lisa chat it up for a few seconds. Making a joke of their familiar tune of the song trying to make their rehearsals fun, ‘If you really, really want me malhaejwo. Neo jeoldae jamsido hannunan pandago really, really Daleun namjawaneun daleudago really’ Rosé comes in for her line and everyone moves their head back trying to create space between them and their in ears. Rosé’s voice is coming through louder than they’d all like. They scream collectively shocking the blonde herself.
The music stops, “What happened?” the stage manager inquires. “Yaaaaah—Chaeyoung’s mic is so loud in our in-ears!” Jennie says in her mic, “Sorry!” the sound designer replies waving off at the girls. The band counts them in again ‘If you really, really love me malhaejwo
Na eobsi haludo beotilsu eobsdago really, really
Jibchaghal mankeum wonhandago really’ Jennie starts still not moving from her spot. The youngest members begin their funny choreography again waiting for their cue. Rosie stops dramatically, ‘‘If you really, really want me malhaejwo. Neo jeoldae jamsido hannunan pandago really, really Daleun namjawaneun daleudago really’ She sings, not moving—Lisa chuckles she pretends to wrangle the unnies as a joke, they pretend to act like fish until Jisoo goes for her line.
‘Haneului byeolilado ttajugessda malhae (Uh)
Siganeun manhji anha isseul ttae jalhae (Uh-huh)
Daleun yeoja bogileul dol gati bondago hae
Ttaelon geojismal gatji anheun geojismaleul nanwonhae’ Jisoo robotically sings making the girls laught, Jennie jokingly pushing her as she laughs. Jennie shakes her head trying to hold her laugh in as she gets ready, ‘Byeol bolil eobsneunne juwiui yeoja. Geuman gwanlihago ssag da jeonglihae ne eojang. Eochapi neon naege oge dwae isseunikka. Better act like you know, boy. Better act like you know, boy’ Jennie could barely get through it trying to hold her giggle in. Lisa shakes her head walking in front of the monitor to see her lyrics, ‘Eyes have been callin' me, baby. Body been tellin' me, "Take me". Boys have been sayin' to date me. Your lips should be sayin' the same thing. For real, what's the deal? Got a feelin' you feelin' me Ay, but I don't play with them fakes. Keep it real with me.’ the three girls bounce with each line trying to hype each other up as the maknae raps.
The girls run up to Lisa before she finishes and Rosé, ‘If you really, really love me malhaejwo
Na eobsi haludo beotilsu eobsdago really, really. Jibchaghal mankeum wonhandago really.’ Chaeyoung winks at Lisa before she drifts off to other parts of the stage. Jennie and Jisoo decide to play a quick game whilst waiting for their own lines.
‘If you really, really want me malhaejwo. Neo jeoldae jamsido hannunan pandago really, really
Daleun namjawaneun daleudago really.’ Jennie gets on with her lines as she keeps up with Jisoo. Lisa decides to sit down to do a bit more stretching before the more choreography heavy songs.
Right before Rosé’s part Jennie runs over to her to do their routine teasing of one another, ‘Hanbeon haejumyeon dubeon haejulge ppoppo. Geuleohdago hambulo deulidaemyeon, no, no. Duli nunman majeumyeon haha hihi hoho. Oelowossdeon jinannaleun neolo inhae no more.’
Lisa gets up from her position to run over to Jisoo to do her choreography for her part, ‘Suleun masyeodo yeonlageun ssibjima, yeah. Ije kkeutilan nae maleun midjima yeah.’ It makes the unnie laugh the four girls exchange looks as Jennie gets to her parts.‘Bogjabhan geaniya swibge saenggaghae, one, two, three
Sangsanghaebwa uliga hana doeneunge eotteolji’
They finish with Really and move onto continuously refining the rest of their setlist. Everything seems to be running fairly smoothly. After a very enthusiastic start, it seems like everything is fine. But Lisa can tell when Jennie’s not fully here and when she’s just putting on a show. And for the past month that’s exactly what the older girl has done. Jennie didn’t want to seem weak and she sure as hell didn’t want to keep the whole band dwelling on the past.
What can she do—the whole group came to a consensus; it was time to move on. Jennie’s found it more difficult to move on having to be around Lisa. Despite the maknae trying her hardest to not even take up space when she’s around. Recently Jennie’s doesn’t have the same focus when it came to performing and she’s actually trying. Usually on stage her muscle memory as well as her enthusiasm go hand in hard together. But now, her muscle memory is miserably failing her.
Specifically, their dance break, maybe it’s the fact that they’ve been on tour for months. But the girls are slowly losing the feel of certain choreographies, while Jennie feels like she’s simply losing it.
“From the top, Jennie-yah what’s going on? You keep missing your mark—Jisoo-ni do this move with me—” the choreographer pauses getting her starting form, Jisoo copies her— “and go—1, 2 , 3,4 and 5—” she starts and Jisoo copies her perfectly.
“That’s what I want to see on stage okay—no short cuts. Again, from the top.” She orders, everyone gets in place. The first half of the choreography runs smoothly, up until the switch. Lisa and Jennie are meant to switch smoothly but after Macau she hasn’t been able to switch with the maknae without causing a crash. This time is no different, she runs into Lisa arms.
The maknae catches her quickly and the music stops, “Jennie-yah!” the choreographer shouts over the music, “What’s going on? Do we need a second?” she questions irritatingly. Jisoo puts her finger up at the director turning to the girls to give each other privacy. Everyone tends to their business.
“Jendeukie—we can take a break if you need it.” The other girls nod their heads in agreement. The girls know Jennie hasn’t been doing well since the hot pot incident. Lisa’s done as Lisa said she would, she would say Hi and be cordial but she remained her distance. But if Jennie were to say something or be right next to her she wouldn’t move unless told otherwise.
Jennie hated every minute of it. Of course she misses her, she’s around her all day but she’s never truly around her. It’s as if she’s the night and without Lisa there are no stars. She’s the warmth of the sun that Jennie can’t go on without. Jennie receives a bounty full of flowers every concert but to her they all smell the same but in the coincidence of having Lisa walk by her. It feels like a breath of fresh air. It doesn’t sound like the same flower, it’s refreshing, but all of that is gone now.
She’d been so distracted in her own thoughts that she hasn’t been listening to her bandmates exchange foolish attempts to calm her nerves. But nothing will work—she’s knows that and deep down they all do. “I need some air—I’m going to--” Jennie says cutting their conversation and barely finishing her sentence. Jennie walks away from rehearsals.
“Are we done for the day?” their choreographer looks at the three girls. The band and the dancers find themselves confuse as the brunette running off the stage. Jisoo decides for the group quickly, “No—she’ll be back. We can keep going.” Jisoo sighs, the girls get back information. Lisa looks back in Jennie’s direction debating—if anything wanting to run after her. When the music starts she whips her head back around.
This past month has been weird for her, without having heard from Mina. Whilst also trying to respect the unnie’s wishes it feels like Lisa can’t do anything right. So when she heard it from Jihyo it seemed like she wasn’t the only one who was feeling this way. That conversation was very crucial for how they were going to operate as a group and Lisa knows that. But there are certain words during their exchange that she wishes she had said. For once she’s on the other end of the pain. She’s finally understanding what Jennie meant having to watch her be ignored for months and not know what to do. The older girls join rehearsals a little after 10 minutes acting as if nothing happened.
A part of what’s been making this whole thing so difficult is the fact that they’re back in Bangkok. Right where all of this started, and for some odd reason it’s rubbing Jennie the wrong way to see Lisa be okay. Which is not entirely true but what else is Jennie supposed to think.
Lisa is far from okay—it’s bringing her a lot of emotions to be in Bangkok again. She’s happy—truly ecstatic to end this portion of this leg of the tour in her hometown. But she can’t help the flashbacks creeping up. Sure, she’s over the older girl but how are you meant to just act as if your memories aren’t in pain.
A part of her uses the reason of needing to be strong for the both of them. If she shows that she’s still affected what good will that do for the group. There’s also the absences of a certain black swan of Kpop that’s been making it hard for her. Usually Mina’s presences has helped her keep her head levelheaded. Allowing for her to focus on what’s important. But from their last conversation it felt like Mina’s attention was elsewhere.
After rehearsals, Lisa headed out the door to meet up with her mother. “I’ll see you girls in a few hours.” She smiles at her bandmates bowing before she heads out. The girls erupt in goodbyes but continue to relax in the green room. Jisoo is unsure if the talk in Macau is a good thing or a bad thing. Because yes, the girls have been civil there hasn’t been any heated exchanges. But recently it’s like how it was when Lisa told Jennie her feelings, she’s barely around. They only ever see the girl when they perform or rehearse. It’s not like she’s in her hotel room because they’ve checked. They’re aware when she has physical therapy but that’s it.
A part of wishes she could get a hold of her managers but even they’re busy. The closest thing to an answer they’ve ever gotten was she went to the museum. Usually, Rosé had the liberty to join her but it seems things have truly changed. “What do you girls want to do?” Jisoo questions the other two consumed by their devices. They look up at their unnie then at each other. They shrug at Jisoo, it makes her smile—“Mario kart tournament?”
“Jisooni—it’s not even a tournament if we’re not exactly competition.” Jennie smirks at the older girl shaking her head knowing that it really won’t be a competition. Personally, she knows that she would put a fight but the same can’t be said for Rosé.
“Do you have a better idea?” she sasses back, Rosé puts her hand up, “We could nap? Or grab a snack—I’ll be honest I’m a little peckish.” She comments, the two girls exchange looks with each other making the blonde giggle. “You’re always peck-ish”
“Alright—alright—I’ll grab us some snacks if you want to start setting up Jisoo-ni.” The blonde leaves the room and the two girls grow quiet. Jisoo tries to ignore the underlying tension that has something to do with Jennie’s avoidant approach to her feelings again.
“Are you ready to go back to Korea?” Jisoo questions as she sets up the screens with her switch. Parts of her are excited to be home and to have some space from the girls. Maybe finally catch up with some of her old friends hopefully they can have some commonalities within her schedule. “I actually am what about you?” Jisoo smiles at the tone of enthusiasm in her voice.
“Yeah? Good—I am as well I think I might have an audition for a show shooting soon. Then I think I’m going to try to fit whatever I can in between our schedule. What about you? What are you thinking of doing?” Jisoo finishes setting up turning to Jennie who’s currently laying down with her eyes close. “I don’t know I’ll probably try to see my mom if she isn’t busy…I know Nayeon is in tour right now—so I’ll probably hang out with Irene.” Jennie comments having made all of these plans work behind the scenes. Knowing that she’s hoping and working through spending the least amount of time with Lisa.
It's not like they’re done with the tour, in reality they’re just taking some time to promote their upcoming albums and songs. One of the ways that their promoting their new album is a taping in Hawaii for the month of July relaxing but sometimes even those aren’t as relaxing as they make it seem. When they return to Korea they’ve got lot of rerecording’s and more dance practices for their singles. When Jennie was working with her managers behind the scenes it felt like she was meticulously weaving a web. She wanted to ensure she’s present enough for the band but safely distant enough for herself. Warranting that she’s able to see those she wants to see and she’s able to do what she wants to do. “Busy schedule on top of our busy schedule.” Jisoo jokes, Jennie knows she’ll both be regretful and grateful for it all.
“But I am happy to hear that you’re doing things—I know sometimes you just like to rot in the dorm.” Jisoo jokes making Jennie laugh as she hands her the controller planting herself on the love seat next to her.
“I don’t just rot, sometimes—the world is too much and all I want to be is a cocoon of blankets. But thank you Jisoo-ni I appreciate it—”
“Yeah of course.” She smiles assuming the conversation ends there, “No I mean it—thank you for helping and guiding all of us. Especially through this whole thing.” Jennie sighs as she unconsciously choses her character. Jisoo tries to answer but Rosé comes in with a tray full of food. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out in the way you’d hope.” Jisoo takes the invitation and adds to the conversation. Jennie exhales, “I meant what I said—it was foolish for me to believe that her feelings for me would’ve stayed the same all of these months. A part of me just wanted to believe that because it gave me the strength to come up to her and let her know how I felt.”
“I know I’m not supposed to initiate anything but are you okay? Heartbreak is a heartbreak.” Jisoo questions finishing setting up her character. “If okay you mean trying not to stay in my room and just cry then yes. But i’ll be okay—you know what’s so funny—“ she pauses trying to replace her tears with some laughs.
“This hurts more than Kai.” she finishes, Jisoo sighs pulling Jennie into a hug. Despite their positions the oldest insists on the close contact. When they pull away Jisoo couldn’t take her eyes off of Rosé.
“Jesus Chae—did you leave anything for the rest of the crew?” Jisoo jokes, Jennie sits up looking at the blonde immediately breaking down. “Hardy—har—har—unnie I wanted to get an array of snacks for us.”
On the other side of city Lisa is enjoying a quick bite with her mom. Her dad isn’t able to make it because he has a full day of classes. “How’s your knee sweetie?” her mom questions trying to make conversation replacing the sounds of utensils hitting their plates. Lisa smiles trying to finish her bite before answering, “It’s definitely better than how it was. But I still have physical therapy before and after concerts to make sure everything is healing up as it should and nothing moved.”
“I’m glad to hear that you’re alright but it doesn’t make me worry less—“
“Mæ—“ she groans at her mothers concern. But she’s not lying her knee has gotten better.
“I haven’t seen you in 7 months I can’t help it. Last I saw you was during you and Jennie’s new years plans. But then you were ignoring Jennie. Is everything better now?” Her mother tries to casually bring up, Lisa stiffens. Despite exchanging a phone call every week she somehow managed to always avoid the topic of Jennie. “What do you mean?” she tries to play off. Her mom chuckles shaking her head at her child’s attempt in lying. Lisa’s always been sensitive at the topic of the girls. But specifically, Jennie, for a while she had understood it as Lisa being protective of Jennie. She saw Jennie as someone that Lisa looks up too. That any kind of comment was an attack at the older girl.
But when Jennie was here for new years. She couldn’t help but see the look in her daughter’s eyes. Lisa’s attention meant something more, with every trip or sight they saw together. Lisa assured that everything was above perfect. And if there was a glance of boredom in the older girls’ eyes, Lisa dropped everything for her. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to understand that.
“Lalis—“ Her mom starts—
“I’m gay—actuallyI—.” She hesitates but she knows that it’s too late to turn back now. “--But what I do know is that I can have feelings for both girls and boys.” Lisa finds herself in disbelief. She had no intention of spewing any of that. Was it the panic?
“Okay—“ unsure of how to react or what to say—silence fills the air with a hint of tension. “I—“
“I love you sweetie. Thank you for sharing a part of yourself with me.” a hint of a tear dare itself to fall in both of their eyes. There’s a sense of relief from both parties, Lisa gets up from her seat immediately hugging her mother. The older woman can feel the difference in this embrace. “ I love you mom..”
“Well—here I was thinking you were going to show me photos of all the places you’ve visited but now I want to ask who the special person is.” Her mom sniffles sucking the tear back into her eyes. Lisa face gets beet red at her mothers personal yet normal question.
“Why do you—“
“Because there’s always someone—“
“No—not always—“
“Sweetie this is about love—of course there’s always someone.” she smiles teasingly at her daughter who’s now sweating but is met with so much excitement. In the last couple of months Lisa hasn’t had anyone to talk to about Mina. If anything, she’s kept it to herself to ensure that her feelings for the girl were real. Not just some escape from Jennie.
But this feels different for Lisa, there’s nerves of course, but they’re the ones that excite you. The only other feeling she can relate it with is the same nerves she gets waiting to get on stage. Mina brings a calmness in her, she doesn’t feel the need to second guess herself. She’s sure of herself and having Mina around affirms a version of herself she didn’t think she’d be able to accept.
“—ahh—alright—there is someone.” She sighs in defeat but in the reality is she’s excited to talk about Mina with someone. “Okaaayy—let me guess its—Je—”
“Her name is Mina.” Lisa doesn’t allow her mother dare utter that name—it would only ruin the route of this conversation. For now all she wants to talk about is the black swan that is Myoui Mina. “Mina—wait—wait Mina from Twice?” her mother clarifies surprise to hear the Japanese girl come out of her daughters mouth. Lisa chuckles, “Yes—Mina from Twice? Why is that a shock to you?”
“It isn’t it’s just that last I heard her name was when you and Jihyo met up and she brought Mina. When did it start? She’s very pretty sweetie—” it’s as if her cheeks weren’t red enough they could basically stop traffic at her mothers comments. Lisa ducks her head unsure of what to say, “Yes she is---I don’t really know when it started. We just kept in touch—we sought out comfort with each other with what was going on. She also messed up her knee and we just kind of bonded over that. I don’t know—it went from texting sparsely then texts turned into calls and we never stopped—she’s the first person I think of when I wake up and the first person I talk too—or was at least—I haven’t heard from her for a month. I’m trying to be respectful and give her some space because she’s been going through it—but I--”
“It’s hard because all you’ve been doing is talk to each other and to have it just stop—”
“Yeah, it’s been radio silence. I’ve tried to check in, but I haven’t gotten anything back—I took that as a I need some space.” Lisa sighs, it’s true she’s been trying not to be too anxious about it but the more she’s focusing on it—it’s proving to be difficult.
“I just read this morning that she’s on a hiatus” her mom inserts, Lisa’s been so caught up being on autopilot mode that she didn’t even begin to take that into consideration “Hiatus? I’ve been such an idiot. Here I am thinking only about myself that it never crossed my mind that she finally put herself first.”
“It’s okay sweetie—maybe she’s settling in—not much was really said let alone where she’s gone. She’ll reach out whenever she’s ready—tell me more about her—are you going to ask her out? I mean clearly the dating ban’s been lifted because of Jennie and Kai so surely—”
“Mæ--!” Lisa interrupts her rambling mother, rolling her eyes. “Yes—the dating ban has been lifted but I won’t be doing anything. Honestly all I want right now is to hear from her. But I also don’t want to overwhelm her with attention—her band is already going through that with her.” Lisa shakes her head, “I just want to know if she’s okay—and if there’s anything I can do. Besides if we’re being honest here—I don’t even know if she likes me like that. And the last thing I want to do is ruin what we have right now—I care about her a lot.” Her mother takes a minute to listen her, not wanting to interrupt her daughter.
She smiles nodding her head, Lisa releases a huff feeling a certain relief finally releasing it all. “I understand hesitating to reach out but I hope that when the time comes you’re able to be honest with her. Whatever that may mean. Also, you shouldn’t assume how she feels about you honey—anyone who would be stupid enough to pass you up clearly isn’t worth your time. “ Her mother spoke trying to comfort her but only one thought came to mind. I guess Jennie wasn’t worth her time.
“That much I know is true.” she says barely a whisper. “I’m sure you’ll hear from her soon but if not take it a sign. Maybe the universe wants you to be sure of something for hers and your sake. Love is a lot of things—precious—wonderful—painful but the most important thing to know about love is that it takes time. So don’t rush it—you’ll come together and decide what you both mean to each other when its right.” The older woman smiles at her child and she can tell that Lisa’s intently listening. Ensuring that everything that was said today is absorbed.
“Thank you mæ.”
“Of course—thank you for being so honest with me.” She smiles grabbing Lisa’s hand and rubbing circles on it. “Now will you finally tell me what’s going on between you and Jennie?” Lisa pulls her hand away slowly and looks off into the distance. Her mother’s instinct is quick to pick up on her hesitation. “Okay—I’m sorry.” She says to her daughter, “It’s okay a lot has just happened and we’re all just working through getting over it. Funny enough my feelings or at least I realised I was gay because of what happened between us.”
“Oh—I see it makes a lot of sense—when did you break up?” her mother assumes, thinking about how they’ve looked like a couple for a while. Lisa’s confused and hurt at how quickly her mother concluded her and Jennie dating. “Surprisingly—we never dated. She just broke my heart when we started our tour here. But it was my fault—“
“How?” her mom interjects, “Wha?”
“How is being honest about your feelings your fault? Did she say it was your fault?” Her mother’s instincts kick in wanting to defend her daughter. She knows how delicate Lisa is when it comes to her feelings, the last thing she wants to hear is for someone to let her know how wrong it is to express herself. “Mæ—no-no-no-no-no—” she chuckles shaking her head at how quick her mother’s attitude towards the older girl immediately change. “I told her how I felt and I was met with her telling me that she was dating Kai—and it just went downhill from there honestly. Either way—we’re all trying to move pass it and now I’ve moved on and did everything I was supposed to when someone breaks my heart. I’ve healed—”
“Maybe that’s why the universe is giving you and Mina some space” her mother interrupts pointing out something that’s making Lisa think about her intentions. “You’re not just using that sweet girl to get over Jennie right?”
“I—no. I hope not. I don’t think so—I like her” she blushes thinking about Mina. “What do you like about her?”
“What’s there not to like?” she pauses trying to recollect as much as she can since the last time she saw Mina. “She’s got these beautiful moles on her face that’s carefully placed. It starts all the way at the top of her head, so you can admire her brain. She’s so smart—it’s crazy I feel like she’s always teaching me something. Then it leads you down to the bridge of her nose right by her eyes, so you can truly witness her splendor—her kindness just by looking at the purity in her eyes. She says everything and nothing at all. I mean Mæ I could go on about just those moles—but in reality it’s her voice and her whole demeanor that really brought me in—it’s just so calming. I could listen to her speak all day—”
“Honey—that’s wonderful. I hope that you guys come together—but until then you should focus on yourself. You shouldn’t focus all of your attention on just love” she emphasizes knowing that no matter how much one might truly say they’ve healed and moved on. The truth won’t be put to practice until you’re going on dates with someone. Truly getting to know someone knew without comparison or discourse in your mind about the person you believe you’re meant to be with. “Yes Mæ—I understand—thank you for being so understanding and accepting—”
Her mother gets up from their chair and pulls Lisa into a hug. “I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to hold a part of yourself in because of me. If I’ve learned anything from watching my only daughter leave home at 14 is to trust you. And that at the end of the day you know better about what you want for yourself better than anyone else, which includes me. I trust you.”
“Thank you. For everything—I feel like we always gloss over the fact that you really just supported me for all those years.” Lisa chuckles thinking about truly crazy it was for her to simply drop everything and follow her dreams. “It was and still is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to get used to.”
“Why? I feel like I see you more often than I did before.” Lisa chuckles finishing her meal she brings her phone out to check the time. “You’re my baby. You are literally a part of me—that doesn’t just go away.” She looks over at the wait staff signaling for the check. Her child rolls her eyes knowing that if she doesn’t stop it she’ll continue on a parent tangent.
“I understand—but what should I do? I want to talk to her all the time I want to know what’s going on—I wanna hear her voice--” Lisa questions whining like a child whilst reaching out for the check. Her mother tries to protest but the girl shakes her head. “I mean I think that you being on tour has been good for you. And I know you sweetie you are one of the busiest bodies there is.” She laughs, standing up from their table getting ready to head out. Lisa’s security detail see them walk towards the door and they immediately insure to clear the way for them to safely get in the car. “Yes but the tour is over. And we’re going to Korea—we had made plans to meet up but I guess that’ll be reschedule or I don’t know—jeez I don’t like feeling this so distracted. I don’t think this ever happened with Jennie-unnie—”
“Because you were always with her—your feelings never had to yearn for her—or just miss her while she was gone. She was always around—” Her mom answers for her, the younger girl is silent. She’s never thought about it like that before—she only saw Jennie’s constant presence as extremes. Either too positive to the point that it fed into her feelings about the older woman or absolutely negative being there to constantly remind her of her broken heart.
“I guess you’re right.” She answers simply not knowing how to go on from here. Before heading back to the venue, they decide to pick the rest of Lisa’s family who’s going to their concert tonight. Various conversations about concerts, family gatherings and future holidays ensue. But Lisa can’t help but let her mind wonder why Mina’s hasn’t been speaking to her. Was it something she said? Surely it couldn’t have been, she hovers over Mina’s name on her text messages. Knowing that if she goes down this hole it might only make her anxiety worse.
She debates for another second, but instead her finger lands on Jihyo’s name.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
I’m sorry about Mina. I just read that she left for hiatus? I can only imagine that’s why you called me a while ago.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
I’m sorry. It’s a dick move to only reach out when I’m concerned my bandmate. I wasn’t even thinking it’s just been a hellish day.
Lisa sighs at the sight of her close friend’s text. She can only imagine how everyone is feeling, she can’t even begin to fathom to tour without her bandmates, bad blood or not.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
No please don’t apologize. This friendship is a two-way street, I should’ve kept up with you too.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
Not just Mina.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
No it’s okay. I’m glad she had someone to talk too. Especially since she wasn’t really talking to any of us. Like I said I feel like I’m failing as a leader.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
And I’ll happily tell you that you are not. You’ve are one of the best leaders there is. You’ve taken care of those girls since the day they voted you as their leader. You have to know that Jihyo.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
Thank you Lisa.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
Of course. How are you and Daniel? Have you talked to the girls about what you guys are going to do when you get to America?
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
Daniel is good, we’re meeting up soon when we head back to Korea. He’s been a saint through a lot of things. He knows that it’s been a rough year for the band so he’s been like a rock to me.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
As for the tour, I spoke about it with the girls and JYP we’re going to keep going. We learned after the concert that Mina had gone home to Japan.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
I’m glad to hear he’s being a good boyfriend. I’m glad to hear that someone’s taking care of you. ☺️
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
She’s in Japan?
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
Thank you <3 but he’s absolutely lovely. I didn’t think I’d ever find someone so understanding so I’m really happy to have him around.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
Yes. We heard everything after the concert. During her meeting with JYP she had brought her parents with her to the meeting. JYP wanted her to go to a facility in Jeju but her parents insisted on bringing her home. They said that the help she can get can be something she decides. But she needs to be home and she didn’t protest.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
Aww that’s wonderful Jihyo. Maybe we can hang out when we’re both back in Korea? But I also understand if you’re not ready for that. I also understand.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
Oh. That’s good, I hope that she reaches out to you guys soon to let her know she’s okay.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
No I would love that. When are you back in Seoul?
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
Me too.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
I’ll be back in August and we’ll be there until December. ☺ ️
Her mother taps her shoulder pulling her out her cellphone. She looks up to see that they’re at the venue, “Oh jeez I’m sorry” she giggles getting out of the van. Lisa waits for her mom putting her hand out guiding her out of the van. Her mom smiles at her as she waits for the rest of her family to get out of the van. She decides to wait until her grandfather’s hand takes her. He kisses her check as he steadies himself on the pavement, Lisa smiles returning the kiss.
Her aunt decides to take it from there, Lisa follows her family into the building. Knowing how orderly everything is as soon as she returns from being away she’ll be bombarded by 3 different people. Just like clockwork, hair, make-up wardrobe and her mangers we’re waiting for her. Oppa decides to take her family to their room as she gets ready. She makes eye contact with her mom quickly, exchanging an excuse me and approaching her, “I’ll see—”
Lisa’s phone vibrates in her pocket distracting her attention, Minari🐧 it reads. “Lalisaaaaaa?” her mother sings trying to gain her attention back. “Uhhh—yes—” she tries to look up at her mother but fails. Debating, longing only to finally hear her soft voice. “It’s okay—take it. We’ll see you later.” Her mom smiles at her, hugging her daughter tightly before letting go. Her manager and staff try to approach her but she puts her finger up wanting just a moment of peace.
‘Hello?’ she tries her best not to sound too excited on the other line. She eagerly waits for the soft to cross her from the phone into her ear. As if she’s hearing her band’s song play on the radio for the first time.
‘Hi.’ For the first time in a month she hears Mina’s voice, it’s like hearing her voice all over again. The smile on Lisa’s face didn’t even creep it—it ran across her face when she only heard the black swan breathing on the other side of the line.
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Chapter 25: touch me
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Chapter Text
‘How are you?’ Mina questions, Lisa giggles.
‘Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?’ Across the way Mina is looking out the back of her parent’s country house. It had been a long traveling day and she had spent one half of it worrying about her band mates and the other wondering what she should say to Lisa. It had been month since she last spoke to the Thai girl. She’d been caught up meeting with a multitude of therapists and psychiatrist. Planning and curating the kind of care she needs. All of her mental focus and energy went into that, just like Lisa and Jihyo had advised. For the first time in months, she finally put herself first. It’s nerve-wracking and she can’t help but overthink about every little thing about it but she’s here now. Besides, Mina thought it’d be best she creates some distance between her and Lisa.
Clearly Lisa, needed some time for herself too. Clearing the air with whoever broke her heart. ‘No, I want to know how you are too—’ Mina respectfully responds trying to ignore the thumping in her ear, hearing Lisa’s cheerful voice on the other side of the call.
‘Well I asked you first?’ Mina bites her lip trying to hide the smile tiptoeing itself across her lips. She missed this.
‘Okay—surprisingly about the same but it’s the first day so I can’t really say much. But I’m back in Japan in a house in the country with my parents and my brother. But they’ll be leaving soon they want to give me some space—’
‘Wait—wait then who’s going to stay with you?’ Mina’s heart skips a beat at Lisa’s concern. She cares, Mina blushes. ‘Well, it’s a farm—it’s a very big property so they’ll be around but they have work and school. So, they’ve given me some space, they’re only a walk or a call away. Besides my care team is nearby too—so I’m not exactly alone which is not ideal but I also understand.’
Lisa releases a sigh of relief as Mina explains the situation, ‘Okay—good. I know how much you love being an introvert but I’m glad you’ve got everyone you need.’
‘Not everyone.’ Mina replies barely a whisper but Lisa’s quick to catch it, she could squeal at that answer despite not knowing what it may mean for Mina.
‘What do you mean, not everyone?’ Lisa teases, Mina puts her head on the glass door wanting to bang it over and over again. Shit.
‘So how’s being home?’ Mina questions which raise even more suspicion in Lisa. Last they spoke was Sydney, how could she have possibly known that she was in Thailand. Of course, Lisa’s aware she’s trying to change the subject but she wishes she hasn’t.
‘How’d you know I was home? Are you stalking me?’ Lisa jokes and she can already see the girl rolling her eyes at her attempt to tease her.
‘No—I just listen. You told me that your tour ended in Bangkok—I remember it well because you told me how excited you were being able to start the show at home and close it at home.’
‘Alright—alright---alright—I’ll pretend to believe you.’
‘You are impossible.’ Mina sighs making Lisa laugh, Lisa pulls away from the phone for a minute as she’s being told that she has to get to hair and make-up now. Lisa begs just for a few minutes for the opportunity to say goodbye.
‘You have to go?’ Mina questions hearing Lisa voice get closer to the microphone.
‘Yes, I do. Listen call me anytime you want okay. I hope it’s good and I hope that they’re good. We don’t have to talk about our tours, our lives as idols, honestly we can talk about a new game that you’re playing. Or what I did with my family, hell we could just stay on the phone as we d—’
‘Come see me.’ What the hell did i just say?! Mina panics over what she just instinctively said.
‘What?’ Lisa chokes at her own words. A part of her wants to jump up and down and cheer. It might just be to hang out as friends but she’ll take what she can get.
‘Come to Japan…?’ Mina says less confidently, Lisa chuckles, "Lisayah—we need to start walking towards wardrobe please.” She hears Lisa’s manager beg.
‘Okay. Let’s talk about it tomorrow.’ She simply answers hoping to give the girl some time to think about her decision. It all seemed too spurred in the moment, maybe some sleep will help both of them grasp what’s going on. Mina sighs, ‘Good idea. Have a good show.’
‘Thank you, I’ve missed you, talk to you tomorrow okay.’ Before Mina can formulate a response, Lisa ends the call. “I’m sorry.” She sheepishly smiles at Alice as they quickly walk over to wardrobe. “It’s okay—but now that we’ve got to walk and talk about your schedule—”
“Okay I’d like to make a request, I’d like to fit as much time as I can visiting Japan” Alice stops dead in her tracks, “Japan? What’s in Japan?” she questions, Lisa smiles sheepishly unsure of what to say. Let alone how to describe it all, “Someone possibly no one but I want to see where it goes. I need to work with you on keeping all of it between you and I.”
“Lisaaaaaa..” Alice tries to hide and figure whether she’s nervous or excited at her need for secrecy. “Unnieeeeee pleaseeeeeeeeeee” she begs like a child, clearly hearing from Mina is a sign that they’re both somewhat affected by each other’s absences and that there might be something there. “Alright alright, I’ll wait until you’re ready to tell me what’s going on. But for now, what do you need oppa and I to do?”
“No don’t tell oppa, I just want you and you only to know about this. For now, just try to figure out which dates are ideal for me to stay in Japan as much as I can” she begs the older woman. She’s never seen Lisa like this before, protective yet serious about it all.
“I understand and when I am asked what all of this is for—my answer should be?” she questions the younger girl, Lisa sighs, “That I’m seeing my family” that’s the last thing she says before she’s being pulled into wardrobe. Alice lets out a sigh, scrolling through Lisa’s schedule preparing to inform the younger girl of her free days. When she walks into the room she sees Lisa being done up, she approaches her. “Alright—before we talk about your free time. Let’s talk about your schedule first, thankfully this time—” she pauses scrolling at the start of their schedule after this concert. Lisa anxiously awaits as make-up and hair take over. “—You guys have got some time before you leave for Hawaii—two weeks to be precise but there are days where you need to be in the studio throughout those two weeks. They are however split up, so do you want to meet with Teddy to see if those can be arranged so its consecutive instead of broken? So that you can spend that last week—” Alice wonders starting to type away on her phone knowing that Lisa will choose to have continuous days in the studio just like she predicted.
“Yes please, let him know I’d love to get it out of the way ASAP. Even if that means sleeping in the building—” she jokes, Alice smiles at the younger girl. She begins to compose her email for Teddy.
“For his and I sake please don’t do that but maybe while you are at the studio and he’s scoring with the other girls you can fit your rehearsals with Chesire and Lee Jung for the upcoming comebacks and album.” Alice questions, after years of working with Lisa, Alice has gotten it down to a T how much of a hard worker Lisa is. Especially when her biggest drive is being the best and also playing the hardest. One thing Alice noticed about Lisa is that she really exercises the idea of “Work hard, play hard” which she appreciates.
“Ah---it’s like you’re in my brain that is perfect yes.” Lisa turns around from the make-up chair. “Sorry.” She smiles at the girls who just playfully shake their heads. “And then the physical therapist will come by your apartment every night at around 7 for an hour and a half. No arguments Lisa.” she sternly spoke. Lisa nods knowing that these next two weeks will be very busy for her manager. She knows that these are not easy requests to be making.
“Alright—Teddy said he’s going to arrange for you to get most of your recordings out of the way. As for dance, you’ll be with Chesire for Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. Then you’ll be with Lee Jung on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. And then that last Sunday we can talk about later.” Alice finally looks up from her phone to see a smiling Lisa. “If you keep smiling like that you’re going to break your face. You’re welcome now stop it.” Alice teases winking at Lisa before she leaves the room. “Thank you unnie!” Lisa shouts.
***
“Bangkok!” Jennie shouts into her microphone and the crowd goes wild. The girls giggle exchanging looks with each other. “I can’t hear you! I said—BANGKOK!” she says a little louder than the one before. This time the crowd doesn’t disappoint. They could hear them through their in ears, which is an entirely new experience.
“Weeeeehhhhh!” they gasp and the crowd erupts in even more cheers. “This is our last song for the night! Thank you so much for being the best crowd to close our amazing tour!” Rosé looks out at the crowd unsure of how to be, overwhelmed by the love and music their experienced tonight. “This is Hope Not!” Jennie adds and the music begins and the girls disperse.
‘Siwonhan baram buneun changgae anja
Meon haneul barabomyeo neoreul geuryeo nan’ Jennie begins avoiding Lisa’s gaze. She’s been avoiding singing this as their encore song. It’s been like the salt on her wounds lately—it makes her irrational and emotional. As if she’s reliving that painful conversation over and over again. But she tries her best to detach herself, yet when she hears Lisa sing ‘Eojjeol su eopsneun nan baboinga bwa. Sagyejeori bakkwieodo byeonhaji anha’ she can’t help but think about them.
Think about how her awful timing has been to the both of them. Having yearned for the other and all it’s done is left them with scars that they treasure. Despite having gone through so much with her Lisa’s feelings never changed. All those years being around each other, Lisa spent loving her. Jennie can barely take having her around for months. She can’t even fathom what Lisa was going through. ‘Huhoehan deul soyongeopta haedo. Nan neol aetage saenggakhae’ Rosé sings, swaying softly to the guitar. Jisoo can’t help but look over at Jennie’s who’s trying her best to not look at Lisa. But she’s failing miserably, she’s so near yet so far and Jennie doesn’t know what to make of it. ‘Amu ildo eopsneun geoscheoreom
Useojulge neol mannamyeon’ Jennie sings knowing how much these words mean to her. How despite constantly having Lisa on her mind. There truly is no point in regretting how she feels for the girl. Because at the end of the day she still smiles at the sight of Lisa.
Rosé walks over to the maknae putting her arm around taking a big breath in, ‘For you nan apado joha. Hamkkehaneun dongan. Neoege sangcheoman namgyeojun nanikka’ (translates to: For you, I’m okay with being hurt. Cause when we were together
I only gave you scars) facing Lisa she sings with her heart. This part has a special place in Chaeyoung’s heart, it’s like if she could pick an anthem of what it’s been like loving Lisa is this song right here. Jisoo walks over to Jennie and decides to do the same thing, ‘But you nega wonhan sarang. Naboda naeun saram manna haengbokhae
Nal ijeul mankeum maneun anigil’ Jisoo teases Jennie hoping to take her attention away from the maknae which she does just for a moment.
Rosé goes on with her part letting go of Lisa and walking to the other side of the stage. Knowing that if she were to have stayed under Lisa’s touch her tears would’ve threatened to come out. Lisa thinks nothing of it and works the crowd that the blonde just left. Jennie turns away from the crowd for a moment hearing Lisa sing the words ‘Next to me is an empty space. I'm not a stranger to being alone anymore.’ She looks up hoping the stars hoping they could take her tears back. That if there’s a moment where she could just step out and have it taken away this would be the perfect time. Jisoo looks over at her wanting to pull her into a hug. But that would only bring her unwanted attention, and her part soon comes on. Jennie is quick to follow up with her part trying to move past it and interact with the crowd.
Rosé and Jisoo exchange looks and glance over at Lisa to see if she noticed any of it. Yet, Lisa’s in her own world listening to both of them sing the chorus. Lip syncing along with them waving at the crowd blowing some kisses. She spots her family and her heart jumps; in that moment she feels content. She feels a pair of arms wrap around her waist and a head rest on her shoulder. Lisa knows who it is but she decides to not acknowledge it and just continue with the song. Lisa puts her hands up swaying with the crowd and Jennie simply follows.
Jennie tightens her grip when she starts, ‘For you nan apado joha. Hamkkehaneun dongan neoege
Sangcheoman namgyeojun nanikka’ she finishes off, letting go of Lisa. And there’s a moment of yearning when Jennie pulls away but Lisa dismisses the feeling immediately. A break doesn’t even begin to describe how Jennie’s heart is dealing with all of this right now.
The screams of the crowd get louder as the music ends, the four girls come together bringing their hands together to bow. “Bangkok!” Lisa shouts when they come up from their bow, the crowd gets even louder making the girls smile from cheek to cheek. “Thank you so much! Thank you for supporting us from day one! We wouldn’t be where we are without you!” Jisoo says in Korean and Lisa happily translates, the crowd can’t help but chant Jisoo’s name. The eldest laughs, at their reaction “Jichu—jichu—jichu—” Lisa chants with the fans.
Jisoo playfully hits the maknae shaking her head, “I just want to say to all the blinks out there this isn’t the last you’ll see of us and we’ve got so many exciting things coming up! Thank you so much for your endless support! Thank you!” Chaeyoung adds pulling the girls closer together then bowing herself to show extreme gratitude for their fans. The girls look at Jennie indicating it’s her turn to speak, “Thailaaaaand!” she starts waiting for the crowd to respond. She takes a moment looking out at the crowd. Taking in their success and their journey, looking back at all of their hard work. Tearing up for a whole other reason—“You have always got a special place in my heart—” she continues.
“This tour has been everything we’ve ever dreamed of, we’ve been to so many places. Seen so many blinks—visited so many places and we wouldn’t have been able to do any of that without your endless support. Thank you—thank you—thank you—a million times over thank you! To our beautiful blinks! We opened our tour here last January to celebrate the new year together. And here we are 7 months later closing it up together—what can we say Thailand? You means a lot to us—you gave us Lisa and we don’t think we can ever express our gratitude.” Jennie smiles looking at her bandmates waiting for a response.
“Aww Jennie—unnie that’s so sweet. Bangkok! My hometown, I know that a lot of people say that home is not a place but to me it is. You are my whole heart—my heart will always belong to you. Coming back here always means so much to me because it’s my way of thanking you guys. Wanting to share everything we’ve created, and just like Jennie-unnie said thank you thank you! A thousand times over thank you!” Lisa coos tearing up at thought of their journey together. Putting all the romantic business aside, this was a lot for four girls to take on. Leaving their home banking all of their hard work on a dream.
The crowd cheers louder for their hometown hero and the girls bow it out one more time. “Bangkok! I’m—” they stop for a moment looking at each other wanting to bow together. “Rosé!”
“Jennie!”
“Jisoo!”
“Pranpriya!” Lisa shouts one last time as the show ends. The girls pull their hands up, looking up at the crowd then back down. The girls shout their thank you’s one more time as the stage lowers down. When they reach the bottom away from the crowd they couldn’t help but pull each other into a hug. Rosé’s the first one to cry without any hesitation, Lisa pulls her head towards her shoulder trying to comfort the blonde. Jisoo reaches out to wipe the tears off of her face. The crew gives them a moment with each other knowing how meaningful this accomplishment is. “We did it.” Jennie smiles trying to stop herself from crying.
“We did it.” The girls repeat letting out a big sigh of relief. With the crowds still cheering for them the crew can’t help but cheer for them too. The room is filled with claps while chanting Blackpink. The girls turn to the crew smiling from ear to ear, overwhelmed with gratitude and embarrassment. Lisa let’s go for a moment bending all the way down to bow to the crew. The girls follow the maknae’s actions, after a few seconds the girls get up.
The audio person came up to them grabbing their microphones and in-ear monitors. Lisa and Rosé take the lead in leaving the floor first heading to the green room. “Race ya!” Lisa enticing the blonde who of course doesn’t back down.
“Not fair!” she shouts back running after the youngest who’s now turning the corner. When Rosie gets to the corner she sees Lisa caught herself in deep conversation with Alice, the maknae smiles at the blonde. She quickly excuses herself, “I’ll be there in a few minutes—we’re going out with my family. I mean—it all of us.” Lisa reassures the blonde, who smiles at the both of them before she continues walking to the green room.
“Sorry unnie you were saying?” Lisa turns back to Alice who was trying to show her, her schedule for the next two weeks. The first week is filled with colourful bubbles with all the hours of the day occupied with something. “I said it’s not going to be easy but if you get all of it done by that Sunday you can fly to—” she pauses finally hoping to hear Lisa’s plan about Japan.
“Kansai.” Lisa whispers, Alice eyes pop right out. Who the hell is in Kansai, she thought to herself.
“Okay.” Is all she can muster to say still trying to figure out who or what is in Kansai. Jennie and Jisoo walk by talking amongst themselves and they pause, Lisa smiles cheerful at her bandmates. Alice follows the maknae’s action waiting until the two girls disappear into the corner. “Now, I need flights to Kansai back and forth then transportation but I need to know that this transportation is trustworthy. Keeps me safe as well as keeps no records of where I am being taken and picked up from. I need this all off the books. This is something that has to be protected at all costs Alice-unnie.” Lisa seriously requests looking deeply at the older woman’s eyes trying to convey the severity of the situation.
Alice picks up on the severity of course and releases a sigh. She knows that she can do this but she also knows that it’s going to take a lot of work on her end. Not only does she have to be take into consideration Lisa’s safety and privacy. But she also has to ensure that none of this gets released into the media, just as Lisa said this all has to be off the books. “It’s only going to get harder from here huh? You realized this means we’re going to have to screen your security detail right or do you want it to simply just be you which would make sense because it would raise less suspicion.” Alice begins to panic ramble as she slowly plans out how she’s going to execute this.
“Thank you unnie—”
“If this works out. I’m going to need more than a thank you.” Alice mutters and Lisa giggles before jumping up and down. “AHHHHH! Unnie! Thank you!” she shouts running towards the green room towards the other girls.
***
For the first time in a month all four of them are out together enjoying themselves. They’ve somehow convinced this lonely shop owner to stay open just for them. As the drinks keep coming and the street foods keep walking by. Part of what Lisa’s said was that it was an honor to have Blackpink by his shop. And having them stay for only even an hour longer is enough reason to close the next day. No money could possibly make up for the chance of having Blackpink in his restaurant.
The girls of course feel bad so have been paying him much more than each beer actually cost. Most of the crew went back to their hotel already since they’ve got strike the next day so that everything gets back to Korea in one piece. Leaving just the managers and the girls, Lisa’s family had excused themselves an hour into the outing. But Lisa made sure to be the last to leave Thailand tomorrow so she’s able to see them one more time.
The pinks couldn’t help but miss this kind of company—they haven’t enjoyed each other’s company like this in a while it’s nice. Currently exchanging their favorite moments on tour, it’s Lisa turn but she sees Alice walking towards her. After having been on the phone in the last hour she knows it must be something important. “No there was—a dance circle—break dance thing happening during Ddu—dduu—” she pauses, looking up at Alice “—I can’t believe you guys didn’t see it—I’ll just be one second.”
She excuses herself from the group, the two women give themselves enough space to ensure they have a private conversation. “Yes—unnie.” She turns her head to ensure that no one can see her reaction. “Okay—so Kansai—what is this about? Can I get more details—I’m not saying this as your manager—I’m saying this as someone who is concerned for your safety—”
“I’m seeing someone.” Lisa interrupts her, Alice can’t help but squeal catching everyone’s attention, she bows her head as an apology to the crowd. “You’re seeing someone?” she whispers, Lisa shakes her head jumping ahead. “Well, it’s complicated. They invited me to Japan—we’ve been talking for a while and I just want to give whatever this is a chance.” Lisa sighs, Alice takes a step back a little startled. She’s never seen Lisa like this before, soft, calm and one might even say in love.
“Oh.” Is all she’s able say, unsure of what’s coming next to say. “They’re also in the industry” Lisa pauses unsure of how the older girl will react. But she doesn’t do anything but nod. “—but I don’t need the public to know. So, I need THIS to stay between us.” Lisa emphasizes pointing at herself and Alice. “ I mean it unnie. I’m already, reserve about naming them so please unnie—I just care about them a lot and—”
“Lisa—I understand. I’ve never seen you like this—to be honest I’ve never seen you like someone before—let alone want to protect them. I’ve worked with you for a few years now—and despite what you believe I have grown to be extremely protective of you. And I also trust you so if this is someone you see a potential future with then we’ll work it out. I promise you I will do everything I can.” Alice promises giving the girl a world full of hope. This might actually work out, Lisa thought to herself hopefully during her time in Japan she can clarify everything between them.
Lisa went so far to even get her mom in on it. She’s been talking up the fact that Lisa’s will be back home in a week. “Thank you—I just want to protect what we have.” Lisa sighs, “I understand—so I have here, after rehearsals saturday you’ve got the earliest flight out of here. Just give me the go ahead—“ Alice smiles waiting for Lisa’s response. Lisa of course can already feel herself getting impatient.
“I’ll let you know tomorrow. I’m going to talk to them tomorrow.” Lisa hugs her quickly before walking back to her friends. They’re all still laughing sharing stories with one another. “What are we talking about?” the maknae questions. The girls look up at her a she takes her seat. Jennie of course isn’t blind and saw her conversation with her manager.
She couldn’t make out what was said but based on the hug it was clearly something good. “We were talking about what we wanted to do in Hawaii.” Jisoo replies, Lisa jumps in her seat thinking about everything she hopes to see.
“I want to swim with dolphins. Maybe surf? Just be by the beach everyday—is that too much?” she chuckles making the girls laugh. Seeing that as she was away, they had all basically said the same thing. “What?” the maknae wonders looking at the girls giggling with each other.
“Nothing—it’s just we all said the same thing.” Jennie answers making the maknae laugh. Their conversation continues, it’s like they haven’t had a moment to sit down like this in a while. They’re actually catching up with each other despite being on tour together it’s as if they haven’t been experiencing the same things. Rosé’s been talking to Chaeyoung and has been writing a lot so she’s excited to get back in the studio. Maybe even invite the Twice member to record together or write together. Jisoo had an audition for a show and got it so that is supposed to be shooting next year and the girls are excited to see it. Jennie’s got a few things with Chanel and she said that she’ll be going on a quick get away with Irene and they’re planning that currently.
At around 3am the girls and their managers finally gave them the signal that it’s time to go. The girls thanked the owner multiple times and tipped them graciously. No one’s particularly drunk but no one is particularly sober either. The ride back to the hotel’s quiet, finally letting the world settle with them. For once it felt like they could all breathe everything in, their success, the crowd, and the tour they’ve just been on.
They hug each other goodnight before separating, Jennie couldn’t help but linger of course but no one seems to have notice. Before Lisa heads to bed, she decides to text Mina.
[Mina 🐧 ]
I hope you don’t change your mind.
***
One of the nurses accompanying Mina woke her up at 8 this morning. She had hoped that she actually gets some rest for once but it’s not starting off quite right. They just got her vitals and took her on a walk. They explained that her treatment will consists, morning vitals and medications, a morning walk, followed by breakfast. She gets an hour to herself before she heads off to therapy right before lunch. She’s hesitant to see that part of her schedule go through. Fearing that she might not have much of an appetite after emotionally unloading. Then she’s got the afternoon to herself, but they also said she won’t have access to have her phone until that afternoon. They concluded that most of her anxiety stems from her exposure to fame. But since she can’t just drop out of the idol life this is the next best thing.
“It’s 1 o’clock can I have my phone now?” she questions her therapist who smiles and nods her head. She’s known not to engage too much on social media since the beginning. Having Lisa to talk to her has helped with that and when she finally has access to her messages, she’s happy to see. Her excitement only lasts seconds when she sees the rest of her messages.
[Jihyo🦉💛]
Hi. I love you. I am sorry I’ve failed you. I’m not going to bombarded you with questions I’m sure it’s the last thing you want to deal with. I hope you are safe, and you made it to Japan alright. You don’t have to talk to any of us immediately just take your time. Just know that whenever you do decide to come back, we will be here to welcome you with open arms.
[Momoring🍑🩷]
Minari. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you. I’m sorry I got caught up in everything that happened between Dahyun and I. I hope you’re safe and you’re resting. We already miss you, but don’t rush. We’ll always be here. I love you.
[Satang🐹💜]
Mitang. 😕
[Satang 🐹💜 ]
Are you okay? I wish you would’ve talked to us. But I guess there is no point in dwelling on what could’ve been done now. I miss you. We’ll be here when you come back and we’re going to hold your hand every step of the way. Stay strong.
[Changie 🐯 ❣️ ]
I’ll never fully understand what happened but I do wish we would’ve been there for you. I don’t think we can ever forgive ourselves for letting you get to this point. I love you. I hope you rest well.
[Jeongyeon 🐶💚 ]
I’m sorry. I feel like we’ve failed you. We’re your unnies and we should’ve been looking out for you. But we didn’t do that. We should’ve seen all the signs, I’m sorry Mina. I hope you know that you’re never alone. I’m sorry. I hope you get some rest.
[Dubuu 🦅🤍 ]
Minaunnie. I love you and I miss you. I don’t know how we’re supposed to do this without. But I think that’s the whole point, we were never supposed to do this without you. I hope that you’re getting some rest. And I hope that when you do come back we remind you that you’re never doing this by yourself. We’re always going to be here.
[Tzutzu 🦌💙 ]
Unnie. I hope you’re okay and get the help you need. I’ll be here for you to sit next to forever. We’ve always had that understanding so I hope you never forget that. I don’t exactly know how its all going to be but I hope to hear from you soon.
[BamBam 💥 ]
I just heard the news. I hope you’re okay. Let me know if you need anything.
[Nayeoni 🐰 🩵 ]
I’m sorry. I truly am sorry.
[Nayeoni 🐰 🩵 ]
Instead of being there for you and listening to you I pushed you further away. It was selfish of me to put that emotional burden on you. When you come back and I hope that you do. I’ll be here for you.
Shes slightly regretting having her phone. But her therapist is right, she’s not ready to face this emotional burden quite yet. She decides to put the girls and their group chat on mute hoping that the day will come when she’ll gain the courage to talk to them explaining everything. Let them know that none of this is their fault. So, for now, all she can muster is;
[Ttdoongs 🍭♥ ️ ]
I made it safely to Japan. None of this is your fault. I love you. ♥ ️
Pathetic. She thought to herself, she wishes she could say more. But she wants to be clear about it all. No beating around the bush, but an honest to goodness answer for all of it. Because just as she talked about it with her therapist. It was everything. The band, the life, social media, expectations, somehow even the amount of food she ate was affecting her too.
Mina sighs, not expecting to read let alone get an immediate response from the girls. She hovers over Lisa’s name wanting to respond to her text from last night.
[Lisa 🖤 🩷 ]
I hope you don’t change your mind.
[Lisa 🖤 🩷 ]
I’ll be honest it was a spur of the moment thing. But I mean it come to Japan.
Mina puts her phone down deciding to start a puzzle. One of the things she was told she should practice is detachment and the ability to simply wait without anxiety. At least be clear of the need to fidget because fidgeting leads her to overthinking. As for Lisa, that morning she had spent most of it with her family. They got brunch together and did a little bit of shopping. She had said goodbye to her bandmates of course before she set off that day. Alice is the only one left accompanying the younger girl back to Korea.
The morning had been so busy that she hadn’t really thought about the text she sent Mina. But her heart jumps at the sight of Mina’s name.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Okay how does a week from now sounds?
She doesn’t want to beat around the bush, the way her schedule is going to be. Everything needs to be sure; it might be her need to control but she wants everything to work well.
[Minari 🐧 ]
That’s good with me. It’s not like I’m doing anything important with my time.
[Minari 🐧 ]
You’re doing something very important with your time. I don’t want to intrude this is your recovery Mina.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I was told that it’s good to have people that make me feel good around. Have some grounding energy around.
The messages make Lisa giggle at the thought of her being a grounding energy.
[Minari 🐧 ]
And you find my energy grounding? 😅
[Minari 🐧 ]
Yes.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Alright, then I’ll see you in a week.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Wait don’t I get a date? I know it’s a Sunday. Do you have a time in mind? I don’t have access to my phone until 1pm.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I’ll keep that in mind. Can I call you later?
[Minari 🐧 ]
Okay, talk to you later.
Lisa dismisses her phone back into her pocket giving her attention back to her family. Most of them we’re still deciding what they wanted. Exchanging opinions with each other on what they should decide on. Lisa’s mom looks over at her daughter practically grinning from ear to ear. “You heard from her?” she questions coming up to her daughter who’s trying to bring herself back into the conversation.
“Yes. I am seeing her in a week. Flying to Japan.” She tries to hid the change of color on her cheeks. “That’s wonderful honey” she smiles. It means a lot to Lisa that her mother’s been so accepting of her. She’d been hoping for a moment to speak with her dad but he’s been preoccupied on the phone. “You can tell him whenever sweetie you know he’ll love you no matter what. You could honestly come back with Mina saying that you guys are dating and he’d simply be happy for you.” Her mom comforts knowing that Lisa’s been itching to have this conversation with her father.
“I know but I don’t like feeling like I’m lying to him.” Lisa responses, it makes her mother chuckle but she appreciates her daughters morals. “I understand, maybe we’ll have him be the only one that takes you to the airport? So you can have some alone time with him.” Her mother compromises, the girls happily agrees and heads back to her family.
Once she finishes paying for everyone’s gift they head back to her parents’ house. They said their goodbyes and thank yous to the younger girl as her dad patiently waits for her in the car. Lisa couldn’t help but feel her heart tear in two as she said goodbye to her grandfather. He’d always been so supportive of her ad whenever she performed her grandfather was always in the crowd. Somehow—some way she knows where he is in the crowd. He’s the last hug she has before she gets in the car with Alice and her father.
The car ride to the airport is quiet with Alice trying to arrange everything she needs too. While Lisa and her father make conversation about his upcoming school year and her upcoming album. When they arrive at the airport, Lisa instructs Alice that she can go ahead because she’s got something to talk about with her dad. Alice has no time to argue of course and decides to walk ahead to check in their luggage.
“You’ve been quiet.” Her father comments, Lisa looks up at the man and chuckles. “ I don’t know what you mean” she jokes trying to calm herself down. He looks down at her, “I know you—I know you want to say something. What’s going on?” he looks concerned, Lisa sighs.
“I’m gay.” She mumbles barely a whisper. The tall man looks down truly unable to make out what the younger girl has shared. “I like a girl” she says clearer but still a whisper. Her smiles down at her, she lets the message settle for the both of them before pulling her into a hug. “Who is she? Am I going to meet her?” he jokes making Lisa laugh. He’s always been a man with very few words but she does know how to immediately make the younger girl smile. A way to ease her mind, “No—not yet. I don’t even know if they like me yet.” Lisa says pulling away from her father.
“Well they’d be dumb not too. Thank you for sharing that with me darling.” he pulls her into another hug. Lisa tightens her grip around his waist.
“Lisayah—“ she hears Alice softly say behind them. “Alright kiddo—I love you. I’ll see you soon.” he smiles down at her. Lisa returns the favour hugging him quickly one last time. She runs after Alice not wanting to turn back. Lisa’s always hated leaving home, there’s this emptiness she can’t quite shake and it usually lasts for days. “Are you okay?” Alice asks as they go through security, Lisa releases a sigh nodding her head. Alice decides not to press it guiding the girl to the lounge for some privacy to talk about her schedule.
“Okay so tomorrow you are scheduled to be at the studio at around 7am—you’re recording 3 songs. Then you’ve got an hour break followed by rehearsals with Lee Jung until 5pm. Then you have to meet the physical trainer at your apartment around 7. She’s going to be there for about an hour every day and the rest of the week looks about the same. You do have a fitting for a photoshoot on Wednesday. But it shouldn’t take too long it’s you and Jisoo for the first 4 hours of the morning. Then a driver is going to pick you up to bring you back to record some more. Teddy did ask why it is so important for you to be first for each recording session, so I told him about you wanting to return to Thailand to have everything done before hand.” Alice explains barely looking up from her phone still captured by her phone. “A busy week then?” she jokes, Alice looks up empathically at the younger girl.
She knows that Lisa is due for a break, it could be a day or just a few hours. But in this line of work you have to really love what you do because a vacation is not so easy to come by. “A busy life kid but I hope you enjoy Japan.” She smiles at Lisa.
1 week later…
11:07am
“Lisa we have to go! Your flight is in 45 minutes and the drive is 25 minutes! This is a private airport we’re talking about let’s go!” Alice shouts waiting for the younger girl who’s scrambling in her room for a few last-minute things. “If I have to go in there—”
“I’m here.” Lisa laughs, saying as cool as she can despite being out of breath. Lisa carries her duffel, she’s not wearing anything attention grabbing. But she’s not exactly trying too hard to blend in either. Hoping that it’ll all work out. “Okay what’s the agreement we’ve come up with?” Alice questions as they make their way to the airport. The younger girl shakes her head, “I’ll update you when I arrive and when I leave. No public spaces—or crowds. You’re the first one I’ll call if anything goes wrong. Not that I think anything will.”
“Thank you.” She smiles at the younger girl. The rest of the ride is quiet, it took a while for Alice to secure such a private ride but she’s glad to have done it. On the other side of the car Lisa’s trying to calm herself. Despite hearing Mina verbally consent all week that she’s more than happy to see her. She can’t help but be nervous;
[Minari 🐧 ]
I can’t wait to see you tomorrow ☺ ️
She reads over Mina’s texts hoping to calm her anxiety. Maybe it’s the anxiety of putting herself out there once again. But she knows what it’s like to be on the other side of holding her feelings in. Somehow that’s worse than doing what she’s doing now. “I know you’re going to be fine and that the less people surrounding you the better but it doesn’t make me worry less. Are you sure you don’t want at least one security detail?” Alice inquires one last time looking up from her phone. As if she’s already got one in mind, “Unnie no. Thank you but I think it’s best if we both have this kind of privacy from the start. Because if it works out—then we might not always have an opportunity like this.” Lisa sighs looking down at her phone. Alice follows her gaze but there’s no indication of who this person may be. She had hoped that Lisa was a cliché and made this person her background. But the younger girl knows how to protect her privacy. It’s just a basic wallpaper that comes with your phone.
“Are you ever going to tell me who it is?” Alice wonders, a look of contemplation lands on Lisa’s face. Her eyebrows stiffen, she’s grown very protective of her love. Most importantly she’s grown protective of herself, “Maybe.” she answers simply.
The airport escort opens the doors for the both of them before Alice is able to ask a question. “Hello, welcome. You’re just in time” Lisa searches for Alice confused as to why they didn’t use her name. Lisa smiles at them handing them her duffel.
She reunites with Alice when they walk to the front of the car. They didn’t have to go through security, they were simply guiding her straight to the plane. “We’ll give you 5 minutes while they finish cross check.” someone in a suit says, Alice looks at Lisa lovingly like a mother does.
“Unnie. It’s literally 7 days.” Lisa rolls her eyes while Alice pulls her into a hug. “I know. Be careful please.” she says one last time. “Yes unnie.” Lisa initiates one last hug before running up the ladder into the airplane. Alice waits in the car watching as the younger girl is guided onto the jet.
Lisa turns back to wave at Alice one more time. The older girl smiles, they closed the door. And before Alice notices it her plane takes off. Back in Japan, Mina’s just got out of therapy. She spoke about the expectations that’s she finds herself baring. They worked on differentiating ones that she puts on herself and ones that others put on her. From there they spoke about how most if not all of them are things she cant control. This week has given her some strength to finally reply back to the girls.
[Lisa 🖤 🩷 ]
I can’t wait to see you 💕
Mina smiles at Lisa’s message as she walks back to the house. One of the many home attendants greet her. Mina bows returning the greeting, she tells her that the food is ready. Mina thanks the older woman and heads to the kitchen.
[Jihyo 🦉💛 ]
I miss you. Thank you for being my number one supporter. Thank you for being so understanding. I’m okay, I’ve got a village of people helping me and my family’s around. I’m just working through a lot.
Most of her messages were in the same vicinity of what she sent to Jihyo. Except Nayeon’s, all because of what her therapist asked towards the end of their session;
“What is so different with Nayeon and Lisa?” she questions, Mina’s body stiffens at the mention of their names. She had gotten to the part of how Nayeon expressed her feelings but she herself doesn’t reciprocate them.
“I don’t think I understand what you mean—” she pauses looking off into the distance as she thinks about the eldest. There is a certain respect and obligation she can’t shake off. Wanting to be there for her and obey everything she says but also wanting to protect her.
“You’ve been given the same opportunity by two different people—now granted one you clearly favour over the other. Is that the only reason why you find yourself denying the idea that Nayeon could possibly feel this way about you?” the woman questions piercing directly into her eyes, which only made her think deeper than she’s willing too today. She only had one thing on her mind and that was Lisa—there’s a sense of betrayal trying to think about someone else.
“We have too much history—” Mina starts vaguely, she’s never told anyone this of course because of their dating ban back then. And she hasn’t said anything now because it was years ago—no need to pour salt on her wounds.
“History that you’ve already been romantically involved--?” she wonders, Mina sighs shaking her head.
“It was 2. years after our debut, 2017. I had gotten close with someone in the company. To be honest, we were even closer before I debut. He was away from home—like me. He made me laugh when I didn’t want too—he made me feel comfortable despite not saying more than 3 words around him. It was puppy love; I wasn’t particularly crushing on him but I wasn’t shutting him down either. It felt more convenient for me than it did love the older I got—but what really put the nail in the coffin was him being madly in love with Nayeoni. The part that really killed me. How painfully unaware he was of his feelings for her. But you know—actions speak louder than words ever will. And I think a part of me just doesn’t believe that she could like me—when everyone clearly pines after her. I’m just protecting myself. And my feelings for Lisa—I have no fear, there’s nothing to fear about liking her.” Mina explains, the therapist decides to hold off on anymore questions. It’s already been an eventful session and leaving off with this can help with the next one.
She hovers over Nayeon’s name for a few minutes. Thinking of her recent session. What does she even say? Nayeon deserves answers too—
[Nayeoni 🐰 🩵 ]
It’s okay unnie. We’ve been through so much together. I owe you an apology too, I shouldn’t have just left you hanging like that. But I didn’t know what to say. I still don’t know what to say. What I do know is that, I was already caught up in so much and I’m still trying to figure so much of myself out . I love you Nayeoni and I miss you guys.
She sends the message and places her phone down. The cook presents her with a typical Japanese meal and she feels her heart swell. Yes, the medication has been healing along with therapy. But the food has truly made her feel like herself again. Being at home has been good for her. “Thank you.” She looks up at the cook before she walks away. Mina noticed during her first week how the staff are around most of the mornings but by 1 they’re all dismissed. Her dinner already prepped for her even with a little dessert on the side. She appreciates how attentive they’ve been towards her. Everything they’ve done is excited in such care. To the point that when Mina had told them that starting this coming there’s going to be a visitor.
They questioned what kind of accommodations they should have for the visitor. Mina appreciated the gesture and ensured that she’ll let them know when the guest was here.
Her parents on the other hand still feel hesitant. She doens’t need to have a visitor from the idol part of her life so soon. She’s only been away for a week. Feeling a little cautious that it’s too soon to be exposed to that lifestyle again. “Miss Myoui—” the chef says, quietly not wanting to interrupt her lunch. Smiling at him, she puts her utensils down, “Yes?” she covers her mouth knowing it’s full of food.
“You’ve got a visitor; they’re waiting outside, and I am headed out for the day do you need anything from me before I go?” she asks. Mina shakes her head trying to answer her question. “No, I’m good thank you. Everyone else left?”
“Yes. I am the last one—but I wanted to let you know about the visitor before I left. I’ll see you tomorrow Mina-ssi.” She bows one last time and Mina reciprocates the bow and follows her outside. And there it is, she can’t quite make out who was inside the care due to the tinted windows. The driver gets out of the car and slowly walks towards her. She doesn’t even know how to feel—this could be JYP but she hopes that it’s Lisa. “Good morning.” He greets her softly, she smiles. Her heart feels like it’s about to beat out of her chest. She waves the last staff goodbye, “Good morning.” She returns the greeting, “Are you Mina-ssi?” he questions maintaining eye contact with the young girl.
She nods her head softly; he turns back to the car nodding his head. Lisa steps out of the car, Mina isn’t able to see her face though. It’s covered by sunglasses and a mask; Mina tries her best to hide the smile creeping itself in. He walks back to the car grabbing her luggage out of the boot. They exchange a few words before Lisa walks over to Mina. “Hi.” Lisa greets shyly, almost breathless excited to finally see her. Mina bites the bottom of her lip waiting for someone to initiate a hug.
“Hi back,” she shyly smiles, it’s as if they’re on the same wavelength because they both close the distance between them. Mina wraps her arms around Lisa waist and Lisa places her arms around Mina’s shoulder. It’s a quick hug both of them not wanting to linger too much. There is a tension in the air that they can’t quite label yet. “I can carry your bag for you” Mina bends down to grab her bag but Lisa shakes her head, “Don’t be silly—I can carry my own bag just show me where to go.” Lisa carries her bag falling behind Mina guiding her into the house.
“Thank you for coming—” Mina softly says taking her shoes off and switching her to her house shoes. Mina grabs a pair of spare slippers for Lisa. There is a small thank you that Lisa mumbles then she follows Mina throughout the house. “Here is the kitchen—a living room—there is a sunroom just over there—that’s where you’ll most likely find me. Then up the stairs are our rooms and the bathroom. My room is on the left and yours is right across. I’ll give you a moment to drop your things off and change or whatever—whenever you’re ready I’ll be in the sunroom” Mina speaks softer than normal, Lisa pulls her back “Thank you for inviting me” Mina doesn’t pull away from the girl but instead she squeezes her hand back. For the whole week she thought that she wasn’t going to be able to know what to say. Or that they might not even know what to talk about but Lisa’s presences alone have put her in some ease.
“Thank you for coming” Mina says, Lisa cheeks start to turn giving her the perfect opportunity to head up to drop her things off.
[AliceUnnie 🖤 ]
Made it to Kansai <3
Lisa opens the door to see a mattress on the floor with a pillow and a comforter. She gets closer to see a note with her name on it, clearly from Mina. She drops her back by the corner of the room then grabs the note.
Lalisa
I’m really, you’re here. Thank you for keeping me company, I can’t wait to see what we’re going to get up too.
<3 Mina
Lisa smiles placing the note under her pillow. She decides against changing and just heads back down. The house is a typical Japanese house, calm, minimal and relaxing. There are a few boxes that are clearly being unpacked and some photos put up. Just as Mina said earlier she’s in the sunroom working on a specific Lego set, with her food to the side. No music playing, just the sun hugging her figure, it’s almost like a painting. “Minari” Lisa softly greets her walking into the sunroom. Mina looks up at her smiling, “Hi—how was your flight here?” she questions pushing the Lego’s to the side wanting to give Lisa all of her attention. Lisa sits across from her hugging her legs, “It was good it was quick---it’s different to be the only passenger on the plane a little less stressful to have no public attention at all.”
“Wow. Maybe I should fly private all the time—” Mina jokes grabbing a spoonful of her food waiting for Lisa to continue. “If our companies would allow us I think it would be better. But I didn’t come here to talk about that part of our life. I want to know how you’re feeling what have you been up to? If you’re okay to talk about it?” Lisa rambles making Mina giggle.
It's very clear that both girls are a little nervous to be in each other’s presence. Last time they were together was a few months ago and Lisa was a little drunk out of her mind. Maybe it was the animosity of texting but it’s different seeing Mina in front of her. Finally, being able to see those markers that trail down her face for you to really admire her beauty. While Mina is finally able to hear that voice that’s been making her smile. “I think it’s going well—some days are easier than others but it’s only been a week. I am told to go on a walk every morning just as a reason to get out of bed—because sometimes I don’t want too—” she trails off feeling as if she’s oversharing. She avoids the other girls gaze, but Lisa is all too familiar with that feeling.
“I mean that’s probably one of the most helpful things to do for yourself. I’m happy to hear that you’re doing well—are the walks nice?” Lisa questions as her eyes roam around the room, there are some photos hung up. A family photo, some sports photos and of course Lisa couldn’t help but smile at some ballet photos.
“I love the walks. I hate leaving my house and waking up so early but I love the walks.” She smiles following Lisa’s gaze feeling the embarrassment overcome her.
“Oh noo—I told them to talk photos down” Mina stands up quickly but Lisa stops her shaking her head. “Oh stop it you’re so cute with your little tutu” Lisa smiles walking over getting ready to tease the girl. Mina stands in front of the taller girl trying to stop her from walking any further. Lisa of course is surprised that Mina’s putting up a fight but in fairness she’s got more muscle from the ballet than the Thai girl has overall.
“You’re lucky I’m not the body building type.” Lisa teases not pushing the girl any further. She does however look down at Mina’s hands which were carefully placed right above her abdomen. Mina’s cheeks begin to betray her when as Lisa gazes at her hands then at her eyes. “Oh sorry.” She giggles trying to avoid Lisa’s gaze walking away from the girl.
“Are you hungry?” Mina questions grabbing her plate, Lisa nods her head softly following the ballerina towards the kitchen. She looks at the food that have been nicely wrapped up on the counters. “Woah—did you make this all by yourself?” Lisa hovers over the food unsure of what she’s truly craving. Mina giggles at Lisa’s bold assumption, “No I did not. There is a whole village of people it would be messed up of me if I take credit.” She jokes.
“A village wow…I don’t even know you.” She jokes softly pushing Mina playfully hoping to finally not let her eyes deceive her into thinking that she can eat it all. She’s got a horrible habit that she’s had since she was little. “Stop it—half of it is my parents and the other half is from JYP.” Shaking her head knowing how excessive all of this staff hanging around her. But that was part of the agreement, all of them of course went through an incessant amount of background checks. “Alright, sure—” she winks.
“Have you got a plate?” she questions looking around hoping her environment gives her some clues. She hasn’t been here for an hour yet she can’t help but feel like a burden already. Mina grabs her hand, “Here, I’ll give you a tour in the case that I am away when you wake up.” Mina smiles at her dragging her around the kitchen trying to show the most mundane things. Things that surely she could find on her own but she can’t seem to be bothered to think about that now. All she can think about is how Mina is holding her hand.
How her hand is softer than most blankets she’s touched in this world. How the way she speaks to her so softly is in no way condescending but instead so inviting. How when she turns to look at Lisa to ensure that she’s memorizing it the location of these things. When in reality in that moment she can’t help but fall into her eyes. How inviting and warm they are. They not quite saying anything but they’re saying what they need too. “Lisa did you hear me?” Mina releases her hands turning back around, Lisa’s got a very shock look in her face.
“I—uh yes.” She tries to play if off but the shorter girl can’t even be bothered to believe her. Mina playfully pushes Lisa over once more, “Weh what was that for?” Lisa pretends to be hurt pulling herself back.
“You’re not even paying attention!” she laughs, Lisa shakes her head spiritedly. “Yes I am!” competitively she couldn’t help but lie but of course as Mina doesn’t believe her for a second. “Yeah? Then tell me where the cups are? Chopsticks? Better yet—tell me where the plates are?” Mina smirks raising an eyebrow at Lisa.
She squints her eyes, her eyes scan the room—knowing deep down that she doesn’t where anything is. But the doesn’t stop her from confidently walking over to some random cabinet, slowly opening it, “Obviously it’s in here.” She scoffs, Mina releases the cutest giggle and Lisa can’t help but blush.
“Not even close, why don’t you sit down and I can make you plate. I am older.” Mina shakes pointing at the chabudai. “By literally a couple days.” Lisa sighs in disbelief walking over to the dining room. Exploring the photos and trinkets surrounding the room. A few American memorabilia from when her parents lived state side. There’s a picture of a young woman standing in front of what she can only assume is a long horn? She tilts her head unsure how an animal could grow such horns, “My mom says they’re like cattle they’re called long horns.” Mina softly comments placing the plates down on the chabudai. Lisa continues to scan the room and Mina returns to the sunroom to grab her lunch.
Mina returns to see Lisa still gazing around the room at her photos. Instead of trying to grab her attention she simply continues to eat her meal. The Thai girl only notice that Mina had returned when she heard a soft slurp behind her. It makes her giggle, “So what do you want to do?” she wonders, Mina shrugs. “I don’t know—I’ve only been around other farms and the forest nearby, but I know there’s a town nearby too?”
Alice’s voice immediately rings in her brain immediately at the sound of possibly going to a very public place. “—and by town I mean a grocery store—one café—and a ramen place—or so my brother reported.” She giggles, a part of her agreement is that she avoids public places. She doesn’t want to seem like a bore but she doesn’t want to be in the public. There’s a part of her that wants to perform for Lisa.
“The whole point of you being away is to avoid the public. Why don’t we just have a picnic or draw or whatever calm people do in the country.” She half jokes trying to ease some of Mina’s and her anxiety.
“I don’t know. I feel like I remember something about us talking about choosing between the country or the city. I distinctly remember you choosing the city.” Mina defends, Lisa remembers the conversation.
“I see—you’re paying attention” she teases, Mina squints eyes not being too fond of being teased, “Well I appreciate it—maybe we can do something we both could enjoy? But until then maybe you can give me a tour around the property?” Lisa questions, Mina happily nods knowing that she wouldn’t mind.
“I just—” she pauses sighing, not wanting to share the truth but also feel tempted to just be honest about her anxieties “—I just don’t want you to regret having come here especially telling me everything Alice had to move aside so you can be untouchable for this whole week.” Mina’s anxiety is quick to defeat her of course. Something comforting on Lisa’s end though hearing from Mina knowing that she’s not the only one feeling this way.
“I wanted to see you.” Lisa starts, Mina averts her gaze she hasn’t even said much already but she’s already got her heart thumping. “We could be sitting on the couch for the week and I would be more than happy to just be doing that” she checks herself not wanting to say too much. One of the main reasons why she came to Japan was to check in on her. After the whole Nayeon thing the last thing she wants to do is spook Mina by confessing her feelings. Besides she also came here to feel out where Mina is.
“Okay—I just want to make sure that you’re okay and you have a good time. That’s all.” Mina sighs, finishing her meal pushing it to the side. “I understand, I felt really bad bringing this life back to you. Especially since the whole reason you’re doing this is to get a break from our life. And I am the literal embodiment—so—”
“You are not Lisa from Blackpink—to me—you never have been. You’ve always just been Lisa Jihyo’s friend. You don’t have to worry about bringing your idol life with you—you’re more than just that.” She simply explains and Lisa is taken aback, this is not the same Mina that she’d been talking too at all.
“Wow. You’re so different already.” Lisa jokes, Mina picks up a piece of rice and tosses it at Lisa. The Thai girl moves her head a little too late resulting in getting hit with the speck. If she would’ve said these words to Mina a few weeks ago she doesn’t think she would’ve gotten the same response. “Shut up—I’ve been working on humanizing myself for a week so I guess one can say it’s working.” she shrugs, Mina’s yet to return her whole gaze to Lisa. She offered a few glimpses but something about staring at Lisa. It makes her palms sweaty; her heart wants to jump out of her chest just to hug her. But is it too soon—is what she’s feeling for her real. Not just something convenient?
“That’s so crazy because I said something like that to you weeks ago?” Lisa continues to tease, Mina rolls her eyes throwing another piece of rice at her. “Stop it. You know better than anyone that is harder to put things to practice. Now tell me about your week—most of your texts were so sparse I couldn’t keep up.” Mina jokes. Lisa drags on about how most of her days truly blended for her. It’s as if tour never ended. Her week was made up of 16-hour days all the way up until Saturday. Most of the time she never got to be on her phone. There were always notes on her recordings, something changed in the choreography because everything is a working progress, or costumes just not quite fitting their new concept right. Some days were easier than others, sometimes she found herself having multiple coffees or red bulls. It got to the point where she’d take baby naps anywhere she can. On her way to some fittings—nap in the van—they’re not ready for her in the studio—nap in the van—Lee Jung is figuring out what’s next—nap on the floor of the studio. It’s like being a trainee all over again.
While she’s explaining her week Mina couldn’t help but say “Yeah—but having the girls made it easier right?” Lisa smiles at the mention of the other girls. Of course, when they were around it did make things easier. But since she had modified so much of her schedule to be able to spend this week in Japan. She rarely saw the girls, she can only recount seeing them twice during the week. There was a group recording then a group dance practice. But beyond that, she was never really around the girls. They exchanged texts during the week of course, saying how they miss each other. Despite having spent so many years together. Rosé always initiating the intimate exchange.
But before she left Jisoo had convinced her to go out to dinner. In truth the older girl only partially believed Lisa about her plans. She didn’t want to pry of course, but still excited to hear about her trip. “Sadly, I didn’t seem them that much—but we just had a world tour together so a little space isn’t a bad thing. Doesn’t twice ever get tired of being twice?” Lisa questions, Mina pauses for a moment looking back at times when they weren’t all together.
Mina shakes her head of course, “I don’t know—I don’think so—because when we’ve done solo projects together, we always seem to see each other. The only time we truly feel so isolated is when one of us—“ she pauses pointing at herself. Knowing the discomfort and pain she’s caused. Purposefully isolating herself, not speaking to anyone.
“—is pushing everyone away. But like I said—it felt like being there wasn’t doing anyone any good.” she sighs heavily unpacking a little bit of what she’d been saying for a week.
“Ah—yes. I think that’s standard protocol with being human. Not wanting to burden others but being caught between a rock and a hard place. Because clearly you’re not yourself but leaving means letting everyone down.” Lisa simply puts comforting the Japanese girl.
“Exactly, but—at some point we decide and live with it. So now back to—what should we do?” Mina smiles at Lisa whose finishing her meal.
Truthfully, “I’d love a nap—is that horrible?” Lisa makes herself as small as possible. She wants to spend time with Mina but she doesn’t think she can go on like this. She’s been running on 4 hours of sleep everyday. “No—it’s not horrible. I’ve got physical therapy for a couple hours anyway.” Mina smiles grabbing their plates and heading over to the kitchen. Lisa tries to fight for the chore but Mina’s doesn’t let go. Instead, she follows the quiet girl into the kitchen.
Silence falls between them, letting the water make conversation with the dishes. Lisa decides to simply let her wash the dishes and she can dry them. Lisa can’t help but feel better about being here. There is no longer any anxiety lingering around her being near Mina. The comfort of finally being around her is all she wants and here she is.
As for Mina, she’s still a little nervous around Lisa. Her feelings for her are still so confusing, because all those months texting her, we’re amazing. But at some point, she felt a shift in the way they spoke to each other. She started to care about what she was saying. Mina never cared before how she came off. But at some point, she didn’t want to sound to flirty, but she also did? She smiled a little too much when Lisa’s name popped up on her phone.
Mina never minded staying up all-night just to talk to her. Hearing her voice alone seemed to have calmed her down, doesn’t matter if she’s talking about missing her kittens. Or talking about certain dance moves that don’t particularly make her feel sexy. She could listen to her talk about nothing in particular and somehow she’ll still smile. “Penny for your thoughts?” Lisa playfully bumps into her; she’d watch Mina let the water run aimlessly going in circles on one plate.
Mina giggles a little embarrassed, “Sorry I was just thinking—don’t mind me. I do that a lot.” She dismisses herself; Lisa decides not to pry of course. “Make sense, no wonder it always took you so long to answer. You’re just constantly staring at the wall-huh” she jokes, Mina splashes Lisa in the face. “Hey!” Lisa shouts flinching at the water, she softly whips Mina with the towel right on her waist.
The Japanese girl is in pure disbelief at the soft attack, “You did not!” Mina squeals as loud as her voice can. She tries to grab the towel from Lisa but fails to grab it, instead the taller girl brings it above her head. She may not be as competitive as Jihyo but she still can’t stand to lose. She doesn’t bother to wipe her hands mindlessly placing one of them around Lisa’s wrist as the other reaches for the towel. The taller girl of course doesn’t budge and just gets on her tip toes making her even taller. Mina begins to jump bringing them closer and closer together but neither of them have yet to notice.
“Unfair.” Mina whines, she jumps one more time but it results in her pushing Lisa backwards. Mina lands right on top of Lisa, but they’re too busy to even notice their close proximity. Laughing at the childish game they just played, they both release their final laughter finally coming back to reality. “oh.” Mina softly says realizing how close their faces are. Feeling each other’s breath hitching, exchanging the triangle method with one another. Switching an unfamiliar look with one another. A force pulling them closer to each other, neither of them unsure of what’s about to happen. “Mitang?” a voice rings from the front door. Mina quickly brushes herself off and stands up, Lisa follows suit as they place themselves in front of the sink. As if they’d been washing dishes the whole time, “Mita—oh—hello.” Her mother greets bowing her head, Lisa turns returning the bow going further down. “Hello.”
“Hello, I’m Mina’s mom—” she smiles introducing herself, Lisa recognizes very distinct facial features that she clearly passed down to Mina. “Hello—I’m Lisa. It’s an honor to meet you” she regretfully says, bowing again. She could punch herself in the face for what she just said. She hasn’t spoken Japanese in a while and it’s clear that she’s a little anxious but what the hell was that. Mina’s mother smiles at her nervousness as Mina chuckles, “Hi, okasan—” Mina wipes her hands walking over to give her a hug.
“What are you guys up to?” she questions placing herself on the other side of the island. “We just finished having lunch, Lisashi—is going to rest for a little and I’m about to head to physical therapy.” She smiles, handing the last of the dish to Lisa who quietly wipes off the excess water. “Alright I just wanted to check in and invite you guys to dinner tonight Is it alright if I walk you over to physical therapy?” Her mom invites, Mina looks over at Lisa whose clearly indifferent about the whole thing. Knowing that she is their guest and is more than willing to just go anywhere she is invited. “Sure—what time were you thinking?” she wonders, “7pm okay—?” Her mother returns a smile, Lisa folds the towel neatly turning around to join the conversation.
“Of course.”
“Alright—I’ll wait for you outside honey—it was nice to meet you Lisa. I’m looking forward to dinner tonight.” Her mother says invitingly hoping that it eases Lisa’s nerves. But it does quite the opposite, she thinks she has to be on her best behavior. “It was nice to meet you too—thank you for extending the invitation for dinner.” Lisa responds, her mother excuses herself out of the house.
“Don’t worry about dinner—it’s going to be okay. I’ll come by around 5?” Mina waits to say when her mother is out of the house.
“Sure,” Lisa smiles.
***
“So, your father is a chef—that’s wonderful—you must make the most delicious food.” Mina’s brother says excitedly and her parents nod along agreeing. It makes Lisa giggle, because last time she attempted to cook she figured out a way to burn water. “Unfortunately, I did not earn that specific skill set.” She respectfully answers. The night is going along swimmingly no one has mentioned being an idol or the public. They’re simply getting to know one another. Lisa learned that Mina’s father is a surgeon, which explains her calm demeanor and the length of her patience. Her mother is apparently a professor at a college while her brother is going to medical school. Her family of course spoke at great length about Mina’s childhood and embarrassing anecdotes that helped Lisa ease up.
Her family seems to be fond of the taller girl, especially in the way she speaks about her family. But what’s really winning her parents over is the fact that Lisa never mentioned anything about being on tour or the public life. Acting as if she’s not part of one of the biggest girl groups in the world. “—I think I attend one ballet class but I think they kicked me out because I had too much energy—so my mother thought it’d be best if I just attended other types of dance classes.” Lisa chuckles before finishing off the last bite of her meal.
“But look at you now. Do you have any siblings?” her mother inquires, Lisa shakes her head. “Sometimes I wish I was an only child.” Mina’s brother mutters, she doesn’t bother to say anything instead she softly pushes him to the side.
“Have they always been like that?” Lisa wonders watching them both exchange playful banter. Mina’s father nods her head, “But don’t get fooled she always wins.” He jokes. Their fight dies down, “Alright I think it’s time you both head back—it’s getting pretty late and Mina you’ve got an early morning.” Her mother observes and the two girls exchange looks nodding their head.
Her parents try to clean up by themselves but Lisa protests of course, they’re being so hospitable letting her stay. Lisa grabs the plates and Mina happily helps, this time Lisa decides wash and Mina dries.
Her family continues to make conversation with each other while the girls are silent. Neither of them mind the silence, in truth they’re trying to avoid talking about their growing tension. Lisa hands Mina the last dish and their hands brush up against each other. They finally offer each other their gaze they pause for a moment. Lisa’s once again mesmerized by those beauty marks that’s giving her a trail to follow. As for Mina, captivated by Lisa lips having been so close to them earlier she hasn’t been able to focus on anything else.
“All done?” her father walks in interrupting their interaction. Mina clears her throat drying the last plate, Lisa on the other hand excessively nodding her head. He chuckles, Mina turns around “Okay—we’re going to go. Goodnight.” They excuse themselves, saying goodnight to her parents and brother.
“Text us when you’re in please.” Her mother instructs while they put their shoes on. Mina nods her head, “Thank you for the wonderful dinner and for letting me visit Mina.” Lisa thanks them one more time bowing in great gratitude.
Mina’s parents smile back at Lisa, “Thank you.” They say in unison, the two girls bow one more time then exit out of the house. “You’re parents and brother are really nice.” Lisa softly comments looking around the property. Noticing that if you offer her too much eye contact Mina tends to shy away from eye contact.
“They’re one of the good ones. Thank you for enduring dinner with them.” Mina pokes but Lisa is having a hard time understanding how a good dinner could be enduring anything. “Enduring? I wouldn’t say that. I had a wonderful time. I’m sorry my Japanese was so rusty—“
“Somehow—don’t tell her I ever said this your Japanese was better than Momo’s in some parts” Mina bait. Lisa cackles not believing that her Japanese could possibly be better than a native speaker. “Please—I would’ve taken Oh that’s alright we still understood what you were saying.” Lisa shakes her head putting her hands in her sweatshirt pocket.
“Alright—alright—I’m sorry. I don’t know if I’ve told you yet but—“
“Mina. Stop thanking me, you’ve helped me a lot these last couple of months. The kind of help that a thank you could never repay. There are things I’ve shared with you that I’ve never shared with anyone else before so, thank you—“
“How about this—we stop thanking each other after tonight? Deal?” Mina chuckles putting her hand through the little space between Lisa’s arms and body. Lisa looks down at Mina softly nodding her head. “You’ve helped me figure a few things out too.” Mina whispers to herself but Lisa catches the last part.
They arrive at the house and quietly enter. A part of Lisa is itching to talk to Mina. She wants to know what’s going on isnt just something she’s experiencing. But she can’t read her, everything about Mina is so mysterious. All she wants to know is what she’s thinking—how she’s feeling. “Do you need help? Is your knee acting up.” Mina quizzes looking at a disassociated Lisa. She looks up at Mina then back down at herself. Lisa giggles shaking her head, “Now I’m the one doing your thing”
“Well this is going to be a quiet week if we’re both going to do that.” Mina cracks, Lisa dryly laughs trying to act as if her thoughts aren’t getting the best of her.
Mina turns her head to the side unsure how to react. Did I do something wrong? Lisa sighs, “Sorry I don’t think my nap was long enough.” she excuses but Mina doesn’t believe her.
“Alright,” Mina softly answers, she waits for Lisa who finally got her shoes off. “Goodnight Mina.” Lisa says with a hint of disappointment towards the end. Mina doesn’t want to pry, “Goodnight Lisa.” is all she can say. She watches the taller girl head up the stairs. Mina waits till she disappears into her room to walk to the kitchen. A part of her had hoped that she turned around and spoke to her.
No use in hoping in what’s clearly over. Mina grabs herself a glass of water hoping it helps her not to overthink. Maybe all those texts were just texts. She opens her phone looking over her texts. Of course, it’s not easy to ignore the groups messages but she decides to push through them. Finding Lisa’s name quickly;
Thurs, May 9 at 07:38
[Lisa 🩷🖤 ]
Good morning 😋 Sorry for the late reply but I think that anyone who wouldn’t sit with someone for hours and just be in each others presences is weird? How could you possibly know what they’re like?
Tues, May 14 at 03:12
[Lisa 🖤🩷 ]
I don’t know. But I think that anyone would be lucky to wake to see your face. I don’t know how you possibly don’t get distracted looking at yourself!
[Lisa 🖤🩷 ]
You’re not even here and yet here you are distracting me! UGH I GOTTA GO! How am I supposed to work under these conditions.
Mon, June 17 at 17:02
[Lisa 🖤🩷 ]
I saw a penguin at the zoo today and thought of you. I see why your fans and bandmates say you’re like them. Hehe you even move like them 🥹
“Mina?” she slams her phone down immediately looking at Lisa. Trying hard not to choke on her water, “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to sneak up on you.” Lisa walks up closer trying to make sure she was okay. Taking the cup from her so she could make sure Mina is able to swallow the water correctly. “Yea—do you need help with something?” she tries to say as casually as possible. As if she hadn’t been reminiscing on their clearly flirty messages.
“No—everything is perfect. I just—“ Lisa pauses, there is a silence hanging dead in the air. Unsure if it’s going to be filled or left there. Mina arching her brows for a sign as to what it is Lisa’s going to say. But Lisa says nothing at all, instead she gently cups Mina’s face tilting it up so their lips could meet. The kiss isn’t rushed nor is it long. It’s just right, enough for both parties to feel at ease with their feelings.
Lisa pulls away, biting her lip—“I just needed to say goodnight.” she waltzes back up the stairs feeling confident yet extremely uneasy about her actions. Mina’s left in the kitchen grazing her finger over her lips. Ignoring the heat obviously making its way to her cheeks. Trying to understand what just happened. “Goodnight.” her brain process finally, but the greeting lands on no one.
Chapter 26: like nobody else does
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Mina spent the whole night tossing and turning. While Lisa let the jet lag and the work get the best of her. She barely got any sleep and when she did it only felt like mere minutes. On her walk this morning she couldn’t be happier than to be outside. To be away from Lisa and think, a nurse commented how her heart rate seemed to be a little elevated this morning.
Did the kiss mean what she thinks it means? Is the ready for something like that? She didn’t hate having kissed Lisa, in truth that’s all she could think about. When she got to therapy, they were able to unpack more of what she went through with Nayeon. Even mentioning everything that happened with Lisa. The therapist told her to ensure that she’s not getting her feelings for the two girls mixed up. As if there’s even anything to feel for Nayeon other than friendship. When she returned from therapy to get lunch and catch up with Lisa she was told Lisa had gone for a walk herself.
Lisa had woken up shocked to see people working around the house. She then remembered what Mina said yesterday—a whole village. She wasn’t particularly hungry when she woke up, so she skipped a meal. If anything, she woke wanting to beat herself up—bang her head against the wall. Why did she do that? It’s like she’s learned nothing from having kissed Jennie all those months ago. She really needs to change up her tactic or just develop feelings for someone who’s not in the same industry as her. “Fucking idiot.” she mutters to herself as she kicks the rocks that happen to cross her path.
She should just be here for Mina and not her selfish agenda to dissect all of the conversations. Some people can have flirty friendships, that’s totally normal. And it could possibly mean nothing at all. “Stupid. Stupid.” she continues to mutter to herself. Maybe she can just sneak away before Mina comes back from therapy.
One of the workers around the farm run up to her, they exchange bows. “Miss Myoui is back and was wondering if you wanted to join her for lunch?” she wonders. Lisa smiles, “Happily I’ll be there in a minute.” Lisa answers the girls runs back to the house.
She quickens her pace mentally swearing in her head. When she gets in it seems that everyone who was there this morning slowly dispersed. The chef is the last one out, she walks into the house to see Mina in the sun room. She’s yet to clock Lisa’s presences. Lisa takes full advantage of this walking into the kitchen to grab herself a plate. To her surprise one is already made, she thanks the chef as she heads out. Finally, she walks over to the sunroom, “Morning.”
This time she softly says it, Mina looks up bringing her attention back into the room. She’d been in deep thought staring into the distance. “Good morning,” she smiles at Lisa.
Lisa’s shoulders relax to see she’s not being given the cold shoulder. “How was your walk?” Mina wonders, Lisa giggles “I was just about to ask you the same thing—“
Silence once again falls between them, “—but mine was good. Walks always help me clear my head.”
“Mine too—along with a couple of hours of therapy.” Mina cracks making Lisa smile. “Everything okay though?” she fishes, but Mina is quick to see the bait.
“A few things to discuss but everything is alright.” it’s clear that therapy isn’t actually the topic of conversation. “Ah—I see.” Is all Lisa can say. They let the birds outside and their chopsticks fill their conversation. Not knowing what to say first or how to even address the kiss.
Both of them steal glances when the other isn’t looking trying to read between the lines. Hoping that crack or a flying thought comes through. Giving them a hint of what the other is thinking about. But nothing they spend 10 minutes eating in silence hoping to develop a gift for mind reading.
“I’m sorry about last night.” Lisa finally speaks. Mina looks up from her plate confused and a little hurt. “What is there to apologise for?” she wonders calmly and quietly.
“I shouldn’t have kissed you—“
“Why not?” Mina’s quick to interrupt as if her mouth had a mind of its own. Lisa’s shock, she wasn’t expecting this, “Did you mean it?” Mina questions again. Lisa’s at a loss for words of course she meant it. How could she not, she’s been thinking about those lips for months. She’s been thinking about spending time with her for months. She curated her schedule just so they can have uninterrupted time together. “Of course. I meant it—it just didn’t seem like the right time. I don’t want you to think that I came all the way over here to burden you with feelings I have developed for you. I came here to support you—to give you some comfort and to be somewhat of a positive presence—” Lisa pauses but since the topic’s been already opened there’s no point in stopping now. “Of course I’m not going to sit here and lie and say that I don’t ever want to talk about it. But I was hoping to have waited until we settled into the week but seeing you just made me throw everything out the window. Now, I feel like I am rambling so I’m going to stop.” Lisa sighs having said all of that practically in one breath.
“I understand what you mean. But the bigger and the mature part of me just wants to make sure that we’re both doing this for the right reasons. That, I’m not just using you to figure myself out and that you’re not just using me to get over the person who broke you.” Mina regretfully explains but she doesn’t want to even give them a chance to ruin what they do have if it’s for the wrong reasons.
Lisa nods in agreement, “I understand, and one hundred percent agree. But I meant what I said last month during my horrible panic attack—I am not the same person that I was seven months ago.” Lisa sighs, trying to collect her thoughts as best as she can. A part of her wishes the world can end now or that she can go back in time to take that kiss back. She should have thought about what she wanted to say and to make sure she had a good way to explain that her feelings for Mina are in no way convenient.
She didn’t develop them because Jennie didn’t want her or that they’re there because she wants to get over Jennie. The reality is that this is the last thing she had expected to happen. “And I think that deep down you know that. You were there—I understand feeling the convenience of it all but I can promise that this is not that. My feelings for them are gone—long gone. When we first started talking I honestly didn’t want to get involved with anyone. I just wanted a friend. Hell, I never saw any of it coming. But you are the best to me and you’re so easy to talk too. I never would have guessed it would lead to this. My mind started to concentrate on you, and nothing else. Whenever I see, talk to, or even when I’m near you. I get butterflies and your smile seems to make all my problems disappear. Everything you say or do makes me smile. I just have this happy feeling inside and it’s just such a good feeling.” Lisa pauses taking a breath she was really trying to make sure that it wasn’t going to come out this way but it is and it’s a little too late to take it back. She takes another beat before going at it again, “For a while I thought that you know maybe I was just continuously lying to myself about my feelings. But I wake up and the first person I want to hear from is you. I go through about my day, I work, I sing and I dance, I do everything expected of me but everywhere I seem to go you’re there. I feel happy with myself and where I am and if there is a chance that I see them and I hear from them there’s no love there. They hurt me and they put me through so much. I don’t feel anything for them and I mean that Mina. But you on the other hand—”
“Wait.” Mina says cutting Lisa off, she puts her hands up trying to just fully comprehend what is being confessed to her. Honestly, it’s what she was hoping to hear, and this is amazing, but she never actually prepped to hear this. She was always prepping for the worst; she would she exit the room after hearing that Lisa doesn’t like her back. She was ready for everything but this.
“I’m sorry—you should talk I feel like I’ve been bulldozing over you—and I am doing it again.” Lisa stops herself from rambling this time patiently waiting for Mina’s response. She’s not going to make the same mistake twice so all she can think to say is, “I can’t stop thinking about that kiss. I liked the kiss”. Lisa looks up at her and her cheeks are burning bright red and she’s struggling to maintain eye contact. “You liked or like the kiss?” Lisa clarifies, Mina bites her bottom lip thinking about that kiss again. She’d been so busy thinking about what to say to Lisa that she’s reminded again about that kiss. Fuck that was a good kiss. She thought to herself.
“I…” she pauses for one second looking everywhere else but Lisa, she takes another deep breath. “I like the kiss” she elucidates looking deeply into her eyes. Lisa smiles despite the doubt seeding it’s way in her mind. She refuses to let it get the best of her and instead, she lets her heart be happy for a moment. Lisa doesn’t want to keep bulldozing over Mina and allows her a minute to say more, “I have feelings for you too. You’re the first person I think about when I wake up. The way you laugh literally makes me blush. Somehow despite wanting to fall off of the place of the earth I wanted you by my side. That must mean something.” Mina sighs not because she’s disappointed but it’s almost defeated. But not in the way that she’s hurting, defeated in the way that her feelings are getting the best of her.
“So—“Lisa inquiries unsure of where to go from here. “So—we get to know each other—” Mina smiles timidly, Lisa concurs of course nodding her head as if she’d been offered the best deal in the world. “And—I want to check in with you with everything that we do—we do this in our pace.”
“But we also can’t ignore that you leave in a week—and I don’t know how much longer I’ll be here--“Mina’s anxieties speak for her, “No of course we can’t so then by the end of this week we can talk. We can decide to either give this a try or leave it for what it was—a good week full of romance and trial.” Lisa complements pretending as if that very thought doesn’t break her heart. But it’s all part of being an idol and being famous there are some sacrifices one has to make to maintain all that she has.
Mina is no stranger to this, she’s very aware of this she’s seen it firsthand how amazing it all feels in the first couple of months. Right before someone from the public makes it everyone’s business by publishing it on some media. Poor Jihyo she thought to herself. Yet, she’d rather experience this than nothing at all. “Romance and trial—huh?” she cracks, Lisa throws a piece of seaweed at Mina.
“Alright what do you want to call it?’ she defensively questions crossing her arms, Mina finds it adorable seeing the taller woman pout like this. “No, I think that is the perfect way of describing it.”
Alrighty then. Lisa beams at Mina before rolling her eyes.
***
Back in Korea
The rest of the girls had their schedules spaced out. Jisoo’s balancing not only recordings and fittings for their comeback. But she’s also starting the process of rehearsals and chemistry reads for her new show. Jennie had fittings for a future Chanel campaign throughout the week while seeing her mother, Hyunji and Irene. She tried reaching out to Nayeon hoping to catch up but her calls keep getting declined. Until tonight, Nayeon sent a quick text. Jennie had been with her mother all day looking at apartments but knew her mother would understand wanting to see her friend. As for Rosé’s been catching up with Hyeri and Chaeyoung.
Rosé had been a little restless at the early part of the evening. Spontaneously she reached out to Chaeyoung, it was a long shot that she’s even in Korea. But the fates seemed to have been on her side tonight because Chaeyoung is quick to reply that she’s on her way. Without wanting to stress the leader out more she decide to let Jeongyeon break the news to Jihyo where she’d gone.
Rosé got some take-out and pulled out some old bottles of liquor that have done nothing but collect dust in their dorm. She had the whole dorm to herself; Jennie had gone to see her mother and Jisoo was home to visit her family. It felt like she was prepping for a date with all of the cleaning up and staging she did. Finally when Chaeyoung arrived she couldn’t help but throw herself at the smaller girl.
“Hey!” they share a greeting in the same frequency excited to see each other. Neither of them are ready to unpack what’s been going on with their band but they’re happy to see each other. Finding comfort in having completely similar yet different lives. Rosé leads the shorter girl towards the couch where she had all the food and liquor carefully displayed. “Jeez are we feeding a village and getting them drunk too!” Chaeyoung jests putting her things down respectfully.
“No—I just it’s been a while since we got to hang out. I feel like I haven’t seen any of my friends for a whole year—I’ve just been go-go-go because of this tour.” She explains sitting across from the blonde who is feeling all of those effects as she continues on this tour. Chaeyoung loves the girls she does, but recently it feels like they’re all on different islands.
“Yeah—I miss you too. I feel like last time I saw you was at one of those award shows. I’m glad we could take a night—a break really.” Chaeyoung comments falling a little towards the end. The blonde is quick to catch it but decides to put off bringing attention to it. Hoping that she creates a safe enough environment that Chaeyoung feels safe to share about everything.
“I hear you—so I was thinking I know over the phone we’d been talking about writing a song together so—”
“Ooo—you’ve got something cooking I can see it—" Chaeyoung teases looking over the notebook Rosé excitingly places next to her. She scans the page and sees a multitude of snippets. Most of them aren’t full songs but these lines are amazing.
Chaeyoung mutters to herself as she’s reading each sporadic sentence. “I like this line--we can't end it before it's over. It's as if we've been waiting for this agony—” she chuckles as the sentence read themselves over and over again in her head. The blonde looks over at her knowing how deep in thought Chaeyoung seems to be. “Yeah? Who have you been waiting for?” the Rosé quizzes before stuffing her mouth with a bit of fried chicken.
Chaeyoung stays quiet for a moment continuously reading the journal. Rosé patiently waits until Chaeyoung collects her thoughts for a response. A part of her feels a little vulnerable of course, letting someone read over her journal. She doesn’t even let her bandmates look over this little notebook. “Love—I guess—I’m waiting for love. But at the same time, I don’t think I’m ready for it because I don’t know if I am okay with agony? Does that make sense I want love but I don’t.”
“You crave the feeling but you’re not sure if you can actually take the whole thing?” Rosé clarifies as the cogs in her brain are turning she didn’t know what the thought stemmed from when she wrote that lyric.
“Weird right? But you put it together much better than I ever could—”
“No-no-no I think that’s a great you’re onto something.” Rosé begins to hum quickly grabbing her notebook, placing it on the stand right on top of the piano. Chaeyoung shrugs focusing her attention on pouring herself and Rosé a shot. The blonde keeps playing around with the sounds, seeing if any of the melodies catch on. Chaeyoung doesn’t bother to intrude knowing how precious someone’s writing routine is. She decides to look around the dorm to see what has changed in the last couple of years. There a lot of fan art on their wall and some stuffed animals scattered everywhere. Most of the changes were just improvements of what they used to have.
“That could be something—If I leave anyway, I’ll have you in my pained state—we can’t end it before it’s over. It’s as if we’ve been waiting for this agony” She speaks/rap/sings all at once still unsure what the line is for.
“Is it a rap or—” Chaeyoung cracks after her 2 shot of soju. Rosé grabs the shot poured for her before pouring herself another one. “Yes—exactly,” she shrugs her head unsure of where to go from there. Those are great lines and somewhat of a good melody.
“Okay what is the song about?” Chae wonders as she makes herself a plate of food to devour. “Exactly what you said.” Rosie smiles at the shorter girl who’s still clearly very confused about the whole thing. She turns her head to the side unsure if the taller woman will clarify what she’s getting at.
“Love—only it’s not about someone. It’s about wanting to be in love and wanting to feel love but not being ready to love—or not wanting to experience the negative effects of love. But—”
“All of that is a part of being loved and in love.” Chae answers, Rosie couldn’t help but hit the shorter girl in agreement. “Ow. But I think we might be onto something—” Chaeyoung smiles grabbing the notebook from Rosie giving her some time to eat. She begins to play with the melody over and over again, hoping that music will come to her.
“Would you consider—Maybe it's all just for a moment—” Chaeyoung speaks up after minutes of silence. There were a multitude of sentences and words that she found to fitting, “—What are we looking for so aimlessly—But I don't care, I'll do it over and over—I just need you in my life” Chaeyoung softly sings and Rosie couldn’t help but smile with her mouth playfully hitting Chaeyoung.
“Ow. Ow. Ow” Chaeyoung repeats reacting to the blonde hitting her continuously. “And then the chorus goes, we are the lonely girls—?”
“Lovesick?” Chaeyoung suggests, Rosie quickly swallows her food, “We are the lovesick girls—You can’t just end this love on your own—We are the lovesick girls—I’m nothing without this pain.” Chaeyoung makes up simply following along with the messages and their tune.
“What the fuck did we just write? Also, who hurt you?” Rosie jokes but Chaeyoung stiffens at the words who hurt you. The blonde picks up on it, “How much time have you got?” Chaeyoung matches the girls energy signaling she’s somewhat open to speak about it.
As the two girls get ready for an eventful night of discussing love, on the other side of Seoul is Nayeon and Jennie.
Nayeon didn’t say anything else in her text other than;
[Nadong 🍭🐰 ]
I’m sorry I haven’t answered. But this is my last night in Seoul, we leave for America tomorrow do you want to meet me at this address?
*Shares Location*
So, here’s Jennie at 10pm getting ready to leave her mother’s apartment to meet Nayeon. She didn’t exactly have time to research where or what this place is. Which meant she decided to simply play it safe with all black everything and some sunglasses and a mask. Who knows what she’s walking into.
She’s surprise to see that it was a karaoke place tucked away behind a market, it’s been a while since she’s been in one.
[Nadong 🍭🐰 ]
I’m here?
Unsure how else to address Nayeon, she simply waits in her car for a response. The less time she spends at the front desk the less time she has to be recognized.
[Nadong 🍭🐰 ]
Okay let them know your friend is in room 27 and the name is Sun.
Jennie giggles, grabbing her purse and moving her hat lower. She checks herself out one more time before heading inside, the exchange is quick, thankfully and she’s quick to follow the instructions to room 27. Jennie softly knocks, Nayeon smiles at the sight of one of her oldest friends.
They wait until the door closes for Nayeon to squeeze and squeal at the sight of Jennie. It makes Jennie giggle as she returns the power of Nayeon’s hug. There’s a difference in this hug and both of them can tell. They’ve been through too much to try and ignore it. There have been hugs of genuine excitement for the other accomplishments. And hugs that have been to comfort one another after a tough week during their days as trainees.
But this one—this one was different. They’re finally realizing how long it’s been since they’ve together. A certain sadness, they don’t bother to let each other go and instead let their tears fall from their eyes. A few soft sobs escape Nayeon’s mouth, Jennie pulls back wanting to check in, “I’m sorry—I just really missed you and I feel like I’ve been going crazy.” Nayeon chuckles trying to get a hold of herself. Jennie wipes the tears from her eyes then from Nayeons.
“I missed you Nadongs, what’s going on?” Jennie questions setting her things down and taking a seat right across from Nayeon. “I need a drink—don’t you?” Jennie can’t even disagree; she looks over at the menu as Nayeon waits for her top choices.
The two girls exchange a few ideas but decide with 3 bottles of soju and two bottles of beer for starters, Korean fried chicken, mandu and some wanja jorim (Glazed Korean meatballs). Jennie plants her face in front of her phone hoping to avoid any trouble.
Nayeon receives their order immediately closing the door and making use of all the curtains. They take off their hats and mask finally seeing each other. Jennie pulls her into another hug knowing how much the first one meant. “It truly has been a while—” Jennie sighs as soon as they let each other go. Despite training in different companies, they always could come together for some camaraderie.
“It has, geonbae!” Nayeon nods at the Jennie pouring both of them a shot. But the liquid is quick to disappear from her cup, Jennie’s yet to complete hers and Nayeon is already downing her second shot. Jennie’s eyes practically ready to pop out of her eyes watching Nayeon down yet another shot. “I’m in love with Mina, I told her and now we don’t talk. My band doesn’t feel like a band and everyone just seems to be mad at each other. And on top of that, Mina left for a hiatus.” Nayeon says all in one breath making Jennie choke on her own breath. She grabs the bottle of soju to pour her own two shots, “Fuck.” Jennie mutters taking a big gulp of the soju then a breath “I told Lisa I love her despite her clearly moving on in the last 7 months and we got into a fight and now she doesn’t like being in a room with me.”
Nayeon pretends to act as if some of this information is new pouring herself and Jennie another shot. “Well alright. That’s one way to put everything out there. We miss each other for a couple of months and this is what happens?” Jennie jokes, the older girl moves her head back and forth in questions but nodding in defeat.
“Apparently. So where do we start?” Nayeon questions, unsure of who even wants to open this horrible bag of worms. Can they even consider it worms at this point, because it feels like a bag of poisonous snakes and every time she opens it, fireworks come out. “We start here,” Jennie ques one of the most popular heart wrenching love songs while having poured more shots for her and Nayeon. It’s evident that both of them have a lot to say but nothing will come out until they’re both tragically drunk enough.
They’re clearly going through the same thing, despite it being one of the biggest cliché songs to sing they poured their heart and soul into it. But it ends in good laughs, the girls sit down as the machine ques up its own songs automatically, “So—you’re in love with Mina…” Jennie fishes, Nayeon playfully hits the girls shoulder trying to hide the blush disguising itself as Asian glow. Yet, deep down Nayeon knows there’s no point in denying it, “And you’re in love with Lisa.”
“I’d like to just clarify she liked me first.” Jennie chuckles hurting thinking about how, if she hadn’t been so oblivious maybe they’d be together now. “ Liked? How’d we get here?”
“I don’t know—I don’t know sometimes I wish I hadn’t said anything because I feel like I pushed her away. And I know deep down it’s not true but it feels like my bandmates blame me for her leaving.” Nayeon shakes her head scanning the appetizers they ordered. Jennie knows the pain, especially when she came in today and Lisa was nowhere to be found. Although she had planned on simply staying away from Lisa all week. She had excused all the times they’d bump into each other in the studio. Or when they were the first ones at the studio for choreography. Even though they didn’t say anything to each other her heart’s content at the sight of her.
“Last I heard she had a knee injury right? I’m sure it wasn’t ideal for her to start a tour with such a horrible condition. You are not to blame.” Jennie pulls her in for a side hug knowing that if the hug was much more formal tears would be flowing.
“Yeah—what about you? How’s the thing with Lisa?” Nayeon sighs before promptly seeking comfort in food. Jennie doesn’t bother with the food instead she grabs herself another shot. “It’s in ashes and there is in no way to even rise from it.” Jennie stops, how else is she supposed to the describe it. This has been her life in the last 7 months.
“I don’t even know where to go from here. This has been my life for the last 7 months and of course the young idiotic teenagers we are—we slept together for a couple of months. I don’t even know why I agreed and I sure as hell don’t know why she did either. A part of me wants to believe that it was a way for her to figure what it was she was feeling for me but that’s kind of fucked. Anyways—what about you—what’s your plan when she comes back?” she answers for once feeling confidently in her descriptions. It felt good to describe how she’s feeling without consequences.
When it came to talking about this with the band it felt like she was being judged. Even though that was the main thing they advertised they wouldn’t do. “Wait you actually slept with her?” Nayeon chokes on her food at the sound of her oldest friend confessing to such a thing.
“I may have. It was a moment of weakness it felt like a movie honestly—I guess a continuous moment of weakness.” Jennie disappointingly explains hoping that it stops her memories from flooding in from their first night together. “There is no may have Jendukie!” Nayeon screeches if it was high enough she would’ve broken the glasses. Jennie hits her trying to get her to stop, “Alright we did. I don’t know why she did it—I mean I know why I did it.”
“Did she ever tell you why? Did you ever talk about it?” Nayeon questions starting to feel like Jisoo didn’t tell her everything but from the way that Jennie was talking about it. It sounds like this is the first time she’s said it out loud. Jennie shakes her head opening the beer wanting to just keep her buzz going.
“I tried—” she scoffs holding a shot and a portion of the beer up, pointing at Nayeon. She doesn’t bother to wait to even let Nayeon catch up, instead she just downs both drinks. “—boy did I try—but she wouldn’t give me a time of day. We would have sex and I would try to talk about anything—really anything she would excuse herself.” Jennie’s face has yet to fix itself after the beer and the shot of soju.
“I—” Nayeon tries gather her own thoughts but she’s still fixated on her oldest friend has been so candid about her sex life. “I know---” deep down she knew that she shouldn’t have let it happen in the first place but fuck. Everything about the first weekend at Coachella anything Lisa did drove her mad. What really takes her out is seeing Lisa wipe the sweat off of her neck something abo—“Hello? ARE YOU REALLY THINKING ABOUT HER RIGHT NOW!” Nayeon screeches again, “Nadong!” Jennie chuckles hitting her one more time, as she tries to play it cool as if her cheeks aren’t betraying her.
“Listen until you have had sex with someone—Mina—and you understand and accept that your feelings run so deep that it scares you I don’t want to hear it!” Jennie reasons getting herself another shot because she needs to move on from her flashbacks.
“I don’t think—”
“Don’t even try denying it Nadongs—have you slept with anyone yet?” Jennie issues, without alcohol in her system she wouldn’t dare bring this up. But who else would she bring this up with—because Irene is so shy about everything and Hyunji is too forward about everything. She just needs someone in the middle and Nayeon seems to be levelheaded enough. “We’re really just getting into it huh? Pass me that other bottle of soju.” Nayeon points to the last bottle right by Jennie.
A smirk dances across Jennie’s face as Nayeon doesn’t bother to use the glass. “Okay—wait woah! You still have a flight tomorrow!” Jennie takes the bottle from Nayeon to see that half of the bottle is gone. “Nadong! Do you drink often because if the answer is no—I’m cutting you off. That was a lot.”
“It’s okay Momo’s on speed dial. She said she’ll pick me up so I don’t get in trouble with Jihyo or management.” Nayeon slurs towards the end but fixes her posture acting as if she’s slowly not losing control. Jennie shakes her head, “But no. I have not. You know me standards are high and I can always take care of it—” Jennie doesn’t bother to argue knowing how impossible the girls standards. Especially when it comes to herself and other people, she’s not lying when she says she can take care of herself. “I got close once with Kyungsoo—we met backstage during one our first award shows—we hit it off. We hung out a few times which was almost impossible to do without the girls. But we mostly talked on the phone. We still had a dating ban—we we’re alone at the dorms one night. I think 7 months into us basically dating. I made an excuse that I couldn’t go to dance practice that day. I snuck him in and you know things escalated—I honestly thought it was going to go further but then Mina stopped by to drop off some soup for me because again everyone thought I was sick and caught us. I apologized and cut it off with him after that. But that’s the closest I ever got to having sex with somebody—ugh I wanna dance.” Nayeon slurs standing up putting on Who’s your Mama by JYP. Instead of trying to argue let alone ask any questions, Jennie grabs the other mic and thumps to the beat of the song.
The two girls sing the song as if no one is listening, trying to recall to the best of their ability the choreography all the way until the end. “So how do you know you’d even want to sleep with Mina?” Jennie questions out of breath, Nayeon pauses for a moment catching her breath from that very fun break. “Because I’m a person—have you seen her? I’m kidding I just I get this heated feeling when she’s around I don’t know—How did you know you wanted to sleep with Lisa? ” Nayeon chuckles almost as if she’s surprised to be asked such a question.
Jennie looks back on when it all just clicked for her—was it the kiss? Was it the practice room? Was it Coachella? “I don’t know—I was hoping to speak to her and I just word vomited and then we hugged—followed by this horrible tense silence—and the only thing I could think about was her lips. And then we kissed and I couldn’t get enough but we almost got caught so yeah—I don’t know it’s just a feeling. Have you had moments like that with Mina?”
Silence falls between them, Jennie doesn’t rush her friend of course. Instead, she fills herself with some food, when they were dancing her vision and balancing started slowing down. “I’m going to leave it with a simple yes.”
“Have you kissed?” Jennie questions, Nayeon chokes on her next drink. Sure, there have been moments where she felt like they were both inching closer to each other’s face. Almost capturing one another but something or someone always seems to be stopping them from going any further. “—no but not for the lack of me not wanting too—never in my life have I ever crave wanting to kiss someone as badly as I’ve wanted to kiss her. God what am I saying! It’s clearly never going to happen. She’s made that very clear.” Nayeon plants her head on the couch disappointed knowing she’ll never know the feeling of actually kissing someone she’s deeply into.
“What exactly did you say? And what did she say?” Jennie asks throwing some napkins at the older girl. “Ugh please don’t make me relive it—it was embarrassing and gut wrenching all at the same time.
“I mean when is it not? You are putting yourself out there—”
“You don’t get it Nini she didn’t even say anything. She just left me hanging we sat there in silence and she said nothing. I don’t know how much more humiliating that can possibly be” Nayeon whines refusing to pick up her head, Jennie walks over to her friend bringing her head onto her shoulder.
“Shit. I’m sorry—Lisa didn’t take me confessing my feelings to her lightly either. We got into a horrible argument—she practically said that I had no right to feel the way I do—which is somewhat true. Maybe we should take some time for ourselves?” Jennie argues but only a part of her believes it. She hates to have to but at this point it feels like there is no other solution other than to move on.
“How—all I can think about is her? I want to know if she’s okay. If she’s taking time for herself, is she taking good care of herself. But all I get from her is some vague text about how she still doesn’t know what to say. I just want to know that we’re going to get through this.” Nayeon speaks, Jennie is speechless it’s like staring at her reflection all those months ago.
She sighs, “I understand—but forcing her to talk about it is only going to lead you where Lisa and I are now. And that’s the last thing you want to do. Just give her space.”
The rest of the night the two girls, poured their hearts out to each other. Nayeon feeling comfortable enough to share this news about herself. Jennie felt the same way, there was no judgement there’s just friendship with Nayeon. It’s always so easy with her. They spent the next two hours singing and pouring their hearts out along with the soju they kept ordering until Nayeon got a call from Momo.
‘Momoring! Momoring! Momoring!’
‘Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you—'
‘*Nayeon and Jennie singing As If It’s Your Last in the background*’
‘Nayeoni! It’s been hours! I’m on my way to you Jihyo just left with Jeongyeon—’
A part of Nayeon sobers up knowing that she might’ve told Jeongyeon as well. In fear that Momo would forget about her and fall asleep. ‘Shit.’
‘Okay please try to get here before her.’
‘I’ll try I don’t think you’re the only member that snuck out.’
The call drops Jennie looks at Nayeon’s pale white skin. Jennie respects Jihyo—in truth her respect for the other girl wraps around the universe multiple times. When she was offered the position of leader, she knew she couldn’t bare it. Despite having trained so long at YG it didn’t matter, she didn’t like the idea of being in control of her bandmates. She wanted all of it to be equal. She watches as Nayeon shoves water down her throat for a few minutes making her giggle. “Are you scared of Jihyo?” Jennie teases making Nayeon laugh, “No—but I do hate disappointing her. Jihyo is a lot of things and regardless of all of it I think sometimes she even forgets that she’s human too. That she’s allowed to be selfish too and sometimes I think that when different people in our band put our image in jeopardy not on purpose of course Jihyo is already 10 steps ahead. Protecting us and what we’ve worked so hard for even though she knows deep down we all deserve to do something normal but she’s been in the game way too long. And as one of her oldest friends I should know better but—I couldn’t do it anymore—” Nayeon chuckles chugging the rest of her water.
Jennie pulls one of her oldest friends closer, she’s happy to have taken the time to see her tonight. Even though its only for tonight, “Well—I hope that one day someone or you guys remind her that it’s okay to be human and that at the end of that day our image is just something that is fabricated and truly the humanity of our fans know deep down that we’re human too.” She explains in the midst of their hug. Nayeon feels the tears fall down knowing that it hasn’t been easy for anybody in the industry especially Jennie. She knows what’s been labeled of her friend, villain of Kpop, Korea’s It Girl, Human Chanel, you name it. Nayeon’s heard it all, they continuously try to strip her away of her humanity and yet she’s one of the humblest people.
“I love you, I hope to see you soon? Maybe at one of our or your concerts.” Nayeon suggest, Jennie chuckles “I will try to part the red sea if I have too—and please remember—you were only being yourself—there is no one to blame. And I hope someday you figure it out.” Jennie advices.
Outside of the karaoke place Momo parks the car but as she’s prepping her outfit she sees Jihyo stomping towards the establishment. She knew it was Jihyo because of the way she walked, always in a rush and always with purpose. “Shit.” She mutters trying to quickly get out of the car hoping that Jihyo doesn’t make a scene.
She sprints towards the younger girl, as Jihyo reaches for the handle of the door she gets pulled into an alley by Momo. “What the fuck?” Jihyo swears pulling her arms back to quickly cross it. She’s a little heated so she can’t quite recognize who is under the cap, instead she moves to a threat. “You have got 3 seconds to tell me who the hell you are before I start screaming.” She sternly requests, Momo scoffs, “Can you relax—it’s me” Momo grunts through her teeth letting Jihyo arm go and lifting her hat up.
Both women are confused, Momo had seen Jihyo leave with Jeongyeon and Jihyo doesn’t understand why Momo is here at all. “What are you doing here? Is anyone at the dorm?” Jihyo is in disbelief it feels like she truly is slowly losing control of it all.
“Yes, from what I know it’s just Nayeoni—she came to see Jennie-unnie.” Momo explains, but it still doesn’t explain her presence. “So then why are you here?” Jihyo speaks bitterly, this is the longest conversation they’ve had in a long time. Jihyo can’t help but feel a little bitter, Momo slights, “—Because Nayeoni’s been gone for 3 hours, and I got worried and from the phone call I had with her. She sounds like she’s drunk off her ass. I’m sorry she doesn’t trust you enough tell you because you’re—” Momo pauses and decides to step back. Trying to stop herself from wanting to speak from a place of anger—Momo knows where it comes from. True it’s been a year, but she can’t help it. She loved Dahyun and all she feels around Dahyun is heartbreak and all she feels around Jihyo is anger. Even from the start she could feel how Jihyo is somewhat distant always keeping her at arm’s length.
The leader looks at the older girl in question wanting to know what she has to say—wanting to finally let it all come out. “No go ahead. Say what you want to say.” Jihyo stirs up getting closer to Momo, the older girl pulls herself back. This is very unlike her but she can’t take it anymore. The little quips and side comments every time she speaks.
Momo’s palms cry at the leader’s words. She didn’t mean to strike a nerve.
“No seriously, you’ve spent all this time telling everyone else what your problem is with me—and yet you don’t have to guts to talk it out—so c’mon let’s hear it. You have always hated me—what is it about me that you could possibly hate that I already don’t hate about myself? Is it because I’m the leader? You don’t think I ever call the right shots? You think I had a say about you and Dahyun? C’mon Momo-ni let’s hear it!” Jihyo voice gets louder with every word. But Momo is silent, the only other time she’s seen her like this was a week ago. Silence falls between them—tension so thick it’s getting harder for Momo to breathe.
“You always put the company first.” Is all she manages to say after minutes of silence. Jihyo sneers at this misinformation, “You always put our reputation first—never our happiness. We’re all just seeking some form of normalcy. Despite us being a group—when you make decisions you always seem to feel like you have to make them alone. When that’s not true at all—you’re always so distant when somethings wrong—you’ve got all these secrets with management and yet you just assume we’re supposed to trust you. How can we trust you when it takes so long to finally hear what you guys are whispering about—we deserve to know too. Ever since that day we voted for who should be a leader there is never a day where I regret voting for Jeongyeoni.” Momo regrets it as soon as it leaves her mouth. She knows how to hurt Jihyo, she just didn’t know that she was capable of actually acting on it. Jihyo nods her head slowly, biting the side of her cheek.
Momo creates more space between her and Jihyo, “You have always kept me at arm’s length in difference to the other girls why is that—do you think I’m a threat to you. And don’t even try to deny it because I hear what you say in interviews—I want to trust you but you make it so hard.” Momo finishes rambling, she watches the tears in Jihyo’s big eyes build up. But the leader sucks them back in.
She releases a hmph, before answering calmly. “I put our reputation first because I don’t ever want to jeopardize everyone’s hard work. I am well aware that we deserve some normalcy but at the same time we knew what we signed up for.” she starts. One thing Jihyo’s learned as a leader and as a trainee is how to communicate despite your feelings wanting to take over.
“I don’t like having to make these decisions alone. Have you noticed that when we do try to come to a decision we’re never in a consensus.” She pauses again, Momo looks away feeling vulnerable and guilty. “I make decisions alone—because everyone else tells me how they feel but never want the responsibility of what it means to make the decision—I have to bear all the opinions, the complaints, the heartache, the anger all of it. It always feels like no one is ever happy at the end of the day and I hate it. —I mean truly I hate myself for it. Nothing is ever good enough.” Jihyo takes a beat, looking away from Momo, crossing her arms.
“— All I ever want is for all of you is to be happy. You guys are my family, but to you all you see is a leader right? I am distant—I know that. I need to be when choices need to be made for the group. It’s never about oh what’s best for the company it’s always been about our hard work— our band. Those secrets aren’t things I like knowing if anything they are a fucking burden—” she pauses stopping her tears from falling as they gather. She practically spits the venom knowing that she shouldn’t say what she’s about too “—you want to know them. You want to know a fifth of everything that I have to carry without sharing—you want to know how I know what each looks mean from the manager—you want to know what the meetings are about—” her emotions peak through a for a moment, but she clears her throat “—fine—” Jihyo pauses.
“Your relationship with Dahyun—why don’t we start there.” Momo knows it’s too late to take everything back. All this time she’d been angry at Jihyo for everything. But deep down she was also angry at herself for being so reckless. Acknowledging that she’s also not truly really ready to know it all. “—Manager—unnie caught you and Dahyun in the Madonna room—it was brought up to JYP. By the time it got to me—manager unnie was already fired and I was given orders. Those secrets, those meetings weren’t to talk about protecting your relationship. They were orders and lectures about how I failed as a leader. So that day when I wanted to talk to you and Dahyun it wasn’t just the girls. I only said that because I knew that if I told you that it was from the company. You’d both panic.” Another beat, Momo is numb.
“But let me not get ahead of myself. All of us noticed a changed between the two of you but we didn’t want to say anything because you were happy. You deserve love—both of you do. When JYP called me into the meeting with the managers it was them bringing your relationship to my attention. The orders were—vote one or both of you. And not out for some performance—but out of the band. The other is to put one of you on hiatus indefinitely. Because he incessantly reminded me about our dating ban. Lastly, they told me to break you up. No matter the circumstances And I couldn’t do it—I know you don’t believe that but I couldn’t. I begged them to just let me come up with something and to talk to you.” Momo’s chest tightens hearing the options given to the leader.
Jihyo eyes well up—it feels like talking to a wall, “I believe their words were—JYP Entertainment doesn’t have gay idols”
Momo finds herself in Dahyun’s room during one of their biggest arguments. Momo wanted to tell the band about them Dahyun hesitated. The younger girl had feared the possibility of them getting exposed. She wasn’t ready to deal with all of that. She just wanted to enjoy being in love.
“What did you suggest I do—kick you or Dahyun out? This was brought to me six months after you guys started seeing each other. No matter what you may think of me— I’m not a robot—I saw the way you looked at her.” Momo’s in shock hearing the truth of everything unfolding.
“I waited and stalled for the next couple of months not knowing what to do. So as punishment I was brought into the equation. They knew what I was doing—so they introduced me to Daniel. We were told to fake date, took photo ops to get witnesses in case the article comes out. They’ve even gone so far to show me that there’s a whole folder of pictures of Daniel and I ‘sneaking around’. In the case that the both of you were reckless and got caught. Their reasoning was that it’s better that I take the heat than either of you, noting that it’s my failure anyway. I tried to stop it because I didn’t want to date—I wasn’t ready to be a part of the scandal it was only my second year as an idol too. But what was I supposed to do. At the end of the day, I had to ensure that both of your reputations and popularity were safe—so I agreed. They way they spoke about bringing this up to the both of you were horrible. I didn’t want them to break all of this to you—you deserved to hear from me. I am the leader after all—” Jihyo sighs, the crown seems to be heavier and heavier with every confession she makes.
“ –I asked them if I could talk to the both of you like adults as to where this relationship could go. All I wanted was to have a conversation—I figured hey, we trust each other—I clearly can’t go at this alone it was your relationship after all. Maybe we could’ve figured something out where I can protect the both of you while you both could stay together. I guess I was wrong.” Jihyo pauses and Momo couldn’t help herself, because she does believe Jihyo.
“You’ve never been a threat Momo. You are one of the few people in this band that push my performance for the better and that is one of the things I love about you. I think the world of you.” Jihyo pauses letting go of the poisonous tone in her voice, dropping down almost tempting her tears to come out. She takes a deep breath, “—And you clearly think nothing of me. There is not a single day where I wish I wasn’t in this position. I keep you at arm’s length because of what I’ve done. I know how much——"
“Momo? Jihyo?’ Nayeon’s voice cuts off Jihyo’s speech, the leader pulls herself back from the older girl. She smiles at the eldest and Jennie. She bows while Momo is frozen, “Hey—” Jihyo sings clearing her throat. “Are you okay?” she walks over to the eldest who’s draped around Jennie’s arms.
“Yes—had a little much. Why are you here?” Nayeon questions, “Well—“Jihyo pauses grabbing Nayeon off of Jennie, “Jeongyeoni and I had to grab Chaeyoung and Jeongyeon told me you had gone out too, but it seems you called Momo-unnie to come get you. But I didn’t know that so I thought I’d give you a ride.” The girls are quiet with Nayeon smiling at the leader.
“—Why don’t we just focus on getting you home,” Jihyo pretends as if she hasn’t just had the most gut-wrenching conversations in her life. Nayeon smiles giving the leader a kiss on the cheek, “I love you. Thank you for always knowing what I need and taking care of everyone.”
Jihyo gives Momo a look signaling to head to the car. Momo looks at the leader as if it’s a completely different person. There’s a moment where she pauses, frozen in their conversation. She looks back at the leader to see Jihyo peak through, the taller girl runs over to the car to open the passenger side door, Jennie and Jihyo help Nayeon into her seat. “I’ll see you back at the dorm. Momo-ni get her some water and some hangover relief.” Is all Jihyo musters up to say, Jennie and her watch as the car drives away.
“Thank you for giving her a night.” Jihyo sincerely says, Jennie pulls her in, “Thank you for always taking care of her. And if you ever need a night like that you let me know.” Jennie smiles. Jihyo looks down on the ground then back at Jennie, “When I come back to Korea. I think I know who to call—do you need a ride? Are you okay?”
“Good. I’ll be waiting for the call, and no I had some water in the last hour. Drive home safe.” Jennie gives her one last hug before heading to her car, “You too.”
“Have a good tour!” Jennie shouts driving away. Jihyo smiles, she tries her best to hide the tears threatening her.
Back at the Blackpink dorm Chaeyoung and Rosé have gotten somewhere and nowhere.
“Aye—as an artist I thought you’d understand the process. Art is art.” Rosé chuckles, Chaeyoung glances down at her phone to see multiple messages from Jeongyeon. She sighs, Rosé looks up, “Time to go?”
Chaeyoung disappointingly smiles down at the blonde, it’s been fun. But she’s scheduled to head out tomorrow for America in a couple of hours. It’s already very tense in dorms with without Mina. The last thing she wants to do is make it worse by being a burden to Jihyo. “Yeah apparently I wasn’t the only Twice member that snuck out to hang out with a Blackpink member” Chaeyoung jests but the blonde doesn’t know what the shorter girl is getting at.
Rosie tilts her head, as she clears the room from the various notebook paper and napkins scattered all over the room. “Nayeon-ni went to see Jennie-unnie tonight too and also made a mistake telling Jeongyeoni.”
Chaengyoung’s phone begins to ring, ‘Yes unnie? I’m on my way down. Okay—yes.’ The conversation is quick, Chaeyoung grabs her things after helping Rosie clean up a bit. The taller girl ensures that it’s really okay and she’ll clean it up before she heads off to bed.
They exchange a hug, “I hope you have a good tour. I can’t wait to hear all about it!” Rosie squeezes the shorter girl knowing that it’s going to be a while before they see each other again. “I can’t wait to tell you all about it, thank you for tonight.” Chaeyoung struggles to say as Rosie continues to squeeze her. The shorter girls phone rings again only she doesn’t bother to answer it.
Rosie finally let’s go of the shorter girl—she watches Chaeyoung disappear into the hallway.
***
2 days later…
Mina and Lisa had spent the last two days getting to know each other. Not really trying to put any pressure on being romantic with one another. Of course, if there is a moment both of them take advantage of it.
Lisa of course has been the best with assimilating to Mina’s schedule. Lisa knows that by the time she wakes up Mina’s already halfway through her schedule. So, she starts her day, talking to the staff before taking herself on a walk. It’s a particularly beautiful day today, with the breeze going and the sunshining.
“What will you be doing today Miss Manobal?” the chef inquiries making conversation. Lisa hums for a moment taking a sip of her tea, “I am planning a picnic—do you think you can help me?” she smiles. Aiko nods her head, “Of course, what do you need Miss Manobal?”
“Aiko—please call me Lisa. Maybe help me make a bento box—and tell me if you’ve got some blankets? And if there’s anyone who can run into town for me to grab a few things—I would but—I am also under strict instructions.” she uses her puppy dog eyes and the older woman of course smiles and doesn’t mind. “Of course—why don’t we start with some rice and eggs and we can figure the rest from there. Maybe you can make a list of what needs to be fetch?”
“Ah! Thank you! It’s a very short list—” she pauses quickly grabbing the piece of paper in her back pocket.
Mango juice
Mina’s favourite snacks
Mina’s favourite cookies from Kobe
Aiko hands it to one of the many people that’s passing in and out of the kitchen. Lisa places herself over next to Aiko and begins to help her prep parts of the box. Just as she had shared with the Myoui family she didn’t quite pick up the cooking skill. But thankfully Aiko is patient enough to fix her mistakes before each thing is cooked. At some point—Aiko just takes over knowing that if she wants this to be finished before Mina returns this has to be done fairly quickly.
One of the other helpers come back from town with everything that’s on her list. Aiko instructs Lisa to grab the bag, Lisa smiles hugging Aiko from behind. It’s clear that she’ll take care of the culinary part of her plan. The day before she had asked to see if they had a picnic basket. Which now is filled with blankets, Mina’s favourite snacks, paper and pens and the flowers she picked this morning.
“Lisashi!” Aiko shouts grabbing her attention, Lisa runs back to the kitchen to see the bento boxes of the lunches she’d failed to help with. “Ah! Thank you Aiko!” Lisa hugs the older woman even tighter than she did the first time. Aiko chuckles patting her forearm, Lisa lets go and bows to the floor to show her gratitude. “You’re welcome. Now why don’t you get ready, Mitang will be home soon.” Aiko smiles, Lisa nods frantically walking up the stairs.
While she gets ready she hears everyone softly greet the quiet girl. Lisa can’t help as her heart practically trying to thump out of chest. It’s not an official date or anything but she wanted to take some time to actually semi-ask her out. She hears a heavy set of footsteps get closer to her door followed by a soft knock. “Lisa?” Mina gently speaks on the other side of the door.
Lisa slams her body on the floor struggling to put her pants her on. It might be the nervousness that made her somehow even clumsier “Lisa!” Mina shouts on the other side, but Lisa’s focused on the pain searing through her left leg. Mina battles with herself for a moment but decides against it and waltzes into the room. “Lisa!” she chuckles rushing to her side.
“I’m sorry I just wasn’t ready—what’s up?” Lisa sits up rubbing her leg trying to act as if she’s not in searing pain. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Mina doesn’t bother letting up with their close proximity. Lisa looks up at her enjoying the proximity nodding her head slowly. “Aiko told me that you had prepared lunch today. I’m excited.” Mina reports, Lisa laughs at the thought of her even preparing that meal by herself. It wouldn’t be edible if she had cooked everything.
“She’s very sweet but if anything, she did all of the food and I’m just here with my pretty self.” Lisa jests rising her eyebrows suggestively. Mina playfully punches her, Lisa is quick to stand up helping her up. “Either way—I’m excited so lead the way.”
Lisa grabs the picnic basket sitting next to the door, Mina tries to sneak a peek, but Lisa shakes her head. “I’ll meet you at the door I just have to grab something from the kitchen.”
Lisa scurries over to the kitchen to put the bento box in the basket and to thank Aiko once again. “You are a life saver!” Lisa bows once again. Aiko offers the same respect, but she pulls the older woman into another hug.
“You girls have a wonderful time!” she grins watching Lisa excitedly walks towards Mina. “Lead the way.” They open the door and head out, during one of Lisa’s walks she stumbled upon a park.
“How was your day so far?” they say in unison, their laughs fill the air.
“Good, a lot to digest the last couple of days—” Mina pauses thinking their kiss and talk. And how therapy yesterday was mostly trying to talk through the whole thing from her perspective wanting to make the right decision.
“—therapy is working and so are the meds. My appetite is a new thing to get used to though so I am really excited to eat whatever you’ve made. Aiko wouldn’t tell me what it was.” Mina appreciates how attentive Lisa’s been. As soon as she gets back from therapy she doesn’t bombard her and just waits until she settles. They avoid the topic of their life in the entertainment industry. Nothing too personal is shared unless Mina opens up the topic, same goes for Lisa.
And at night, Mina’s been teaching Lisa how to play Mario Kart and a few other games. Lisa can’t wait to get back to the girls to finally dethrone Jisoo. If they’re not playing video games they’re just talking about everything and nothing at all. “Aiko is too nice because I didn’t cook at all if anything I tried and she politely kicked me out because I was about to burn everything she was making. But it’s good. I’ve never had days where I actually have control on what I do.”
“I know what you mean—soooo what’s in the picnic basket?” Mina smiles trying to steal the basket from Lisa but she’s quick to move it.
“Stop it we’re almost there—c’mon.” Lisa puts her hand out for Mina which she takes. Mina softly grabs Lisa’s hands watching the taller girl leads her to a tree with some shade. Lisa turns around putting her hand up, “Can you turn around I want to set things up first.” she puts the basket down softly turning Mina around.
There’s a soft and cute huff released from the shorter girl. To ease her up and somewhat tease her, Lisa hugs her from behind. As the taller girl pulls away, almost immediately Mina couldn’t help but want to reach out to her hands to keep her around.
Lisa opens the basket grabbing the blanket she’s found. She places is as perfect as she could followed by placing the foods and drinks right in the middle. Right by the corner of the blanket Lisa places some cute pens she accumulated while on tour. Most of them reminded her of Mina and some paper. Of course, she couldn’t forget about the flowers she’d picked out this morning. Beautifully wrapped placed right in front of the food.
“Ready.” Lisa grins from ear to ear watching Mina turn around. Unsure and overwhelmed with the feeling of pure happiness. No one’s ever done anything like this for her before. “This is—wow—no one’s ever done something like this for me before.” Mina gushes and Lisa’s stomach couldn’t help themselves but do triple back flips. Lisa begins to guide her and give her the grand tour. “I got you some flowers. And over here is some snacks and the bento box Aiko made. I also brought some papers and pens. Most of the pens are pens I got around the world and all of them reminded me of you. I figured this was the best way to give them to you—you know—maybe we could write about our goals or letters—“ she pauses laughing way herself.
“I’m rambling.” Lisa sighs to sitting down, Mina takes a seat right across from her taking it all in. “You even got my cookies! My parents use to send these to me when I was in Korea anytime I was homesick.” Mina gushes, “This is so sweet Lisa—thank you.” She smiles trying her best to hide the color sneaking up to her cheeks.
“Of course, enjoy.” Lisa smiles opening both boxes waiting for Mina to choose. From the way she spoke earlier it sounded like she was really hungry. The girls enjoy the sun and their lunch in silence. Which is totally normal but Mina can tell there’s something that Lisa’s been itching to talk about. Their kiss was two days ago but she can’t quite just forget about it. The last two days all she’s wanted to do was either hold her hand or kiss her. She’s craving this skin-ship that she’s never craved with Jennie before. But maybe a part of what her mother said was true, she’s never had to yearn for Jennie before.
They were always together but with Mina, it’s like all she’s experienced is yearning. “So—” Mina spoke a little after 5 minutes—Lisa looks at Mina after having avoided her gaze.
“Yes?” she questions, “Is this a date?” Mina shyly questions, Lisa captures her bottom lips between her teeth trying to hold her smile back. She had hope that Mina picked up on the romantic atmosphere that she’s creating.
“I—if you’d like to be—and it’s okay with you that it is a date then yes. I didn’t really want to label it that because—” Lisa groans knowing that she’s once again rambling.
“It doesn’t have to be—it can be whatever you’re comfortable with.” She retires knowing how embarrassing she is when she gets like this. But she can’t help it, Mina gets her all tongue tied because she’s always so calm cool and collected. While Lisa is the complete opposite of all of those things. “This feels like a date—you went through all of this trouble to spend this wonderful afternoon for me—” Mina explain, Lisa rolls her eyes embarrassingly trying not to act as if she’s if the slightest bit nervous.
“I haven’t been on a date but from what I’ve heard about dates and from what I’ve seen on movies—thank you for taking me on this wonderful date.” Mina doesn’t shy away or try to avoid the taller girls gaze. Instead, she offers it to her some, something about it brings her comfort. The gaze isn’t overwhelming if anything it makes her want to kiss Mina.
“If it means spending time with you—I don’t mind ever.” Lisa grins at Mina, they exchange looks not aware that they were slowly but sure closing the distance between the both of them. But Lisa quickly pulls herself back— “I—don’t think we should do it here. Call me paranoid but—I don’t want you to have to go through something else.” Lisa puts her hand on Mina’s chest without realizing it but is quick to pull it away.
Mina places her hand down, to where Lisa places it after pulling away “Thank you. I know we made a pact about not thanking each other again and I’ll never bring them again but I mean it thank you and whoever had the mistake of even thinking about letting you go and playing with your emotions doesn’t know what they’ve truly lost.”
***
“Umma—without her it's like I’ve lost everything.” Jennie sobs onto her mother’s lap replying her conversation with Lisa.
Notes:
OKAY LISTEN I AM JENLISA AS SICK AS I AM MINAYEON AND FUCKNG MOHYO AND THAT ARGUMENT HOT! and the cute fucking mina and Lisa moment ill be honest I fuck with it.
Chapter 27: lovely to just
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After her night out with Nayeon, everything she tried to bury with Lisa around found its way to the surface. No mother can ever fathom watching their child suffer. “—I’m sorry it didn’t work out honey.” she sighs stroking her daughter's hair.
“There’s no one to blame but me. And I don’t know what else to do but cry about it—but I don’t want to keep crying about it anymore.” Jennie explains in between each sobs.
“So, write about it? You just told me this week that you girls are getting an opportunity to finally write something for yourselves. Sometimes—crying about isn’t enough—and as a creative person I believe the next best thing is to put it through art.” Jennie stops for a moment, she glances up at her mother. Overwhelmed with so much sadness and joy it’s not too bad to do so. Maybe I will.
“The funny thing is we weren’t even together—how can I mourn something I never had—“ she stops sobbing for a moment and sits up. Her mother sighs, “It’s because instead of memories you got what ifs—you get memories of what could’ve been. It’s as beautiful as it is cruel. Maybe it’s time to move on like she has—” her mother regretfully says but Jennie doesn’t have the liberty of a tour or solo schedules yet. Instead they’ll be spending every moment together writing, promoting, practicing and everything in between.
“I’m not as lucky as her—she had the tour and different cities to explore to avoid me. We’re just in the beginning of our promotions—but maybe you’re right—I’ll just spend most of my time if not all of my time away from her. If that’s what it takes.” Jennie sighs, but she knows it’s not going to be easy.
These days being around Lisa is so suffocating for her. All she wants to do is word vomit and promise things that she probably can’t keep but will try too. Describing to Lisa that she’ll do anything to protect their relationship. She’s not going to let the media or the company try to destroy something clearly so beautiful. It could have been so beautiful, she thought to herself.
“It’s not going to be easy—you both know that but I hope that someday you guys can laugh about it you know? Maybe—and I mean this lightly maybe it truly was just puppy love? You know the love that we all experience when we’re in school—this feeling of world altering love that you just can’t live without them. But it doesn’t last—as we expect and we learn that there is bigger and better loves out there.” Her mom grabs her head softly placing it on her shoulder. Jennie releases a big sigh, followed by a few little ones.
“Maybe—I just wish I didn’t feel like this anymore.”
“It won’t be forever it gets easier.” Her mom comforts, Jennie nods knowing how much heartache it is for her mother. Love’s always been a touchy subject but whenever she would ask about her father. It was always something sweet never negative but somehow it makes it worse to hear how in love her mother was. Only for all of it to all come crashing down. “I know but—”
“There are no shortcuts—the only way out is through.” Jennie gets ready to answer but is interrupted by her phone. It's Rosie. Her mom wipes her tears as she preps herself to pick up the call.
‘Chaeyoungah?’
‘Unnie!’ she screams on the other side of the call, sounding a little drunk which is unlike her. It’s 2pm.
‘Are you okay? Is something wrong? Is there someone at the dorm—where’s Jis—’
‘Unnie—’
‘Sorry—’
‘I wanted to ask when you were coming home? Chaeyoung and I might’ve just written the best song! Or at least half of one—either way when you come back we’ve got our work cut out for us—the rap is a little hard for me to figure out.’
‘You made it sound like there was a real emergency. And you know I’ll be back home tomorrow—now lay off the soju or the whiskey.’
‘Unnie! Hyeri and I are just having fun and talking—’
‘And drinking at 2pm?’
‘Uhhh—unnie live a little. Bring back some liquor we’ll for sure write some hits.’
‘Please drink some water. I’ll be home tomorrow I’ll bring some hangover cure too.’ Jennie ends the call, it’s as if the universe was listening to her. Or is the universe giving her sign that clearly it’s time to move on.
“I see ¾ of Blackpink is mending a broken heart.” Her mom comments, she looks back at her in disbelief. She didn’t think if it that way— “What do you mean? We write about a lot more than just love okay it’s not always—”
“Just know that I can tell but I will says she’s better at hiding it than you or Lisa.” She tries to crack a joke hoping her daughter will smile or even let out a laugh.
“Umma!” she hits her playfully letting out a small laugh, “How could you know--?”
“Because we all have the same look on our face—idiots in love” her mother puns again and Jennie giggles shaking her head walking towards her room to get ready for tomorrow. Since the driving ban lifted having the freedom to drive has been freeing for Jennie. But knowing herself she also has to make time for her cautious driving to ensure she’s on time wherever she needs to be.
“Are you going to be okay sweetie?” her mom wonders checking in on her only a couple of minutes after walking away. Jennie turns around at her worried mother, “Yes—you said it yourself the only way out is through it. And I’ve got my friends—I just saw Nayeoni—I’m getting lunch with Irene. I’ve got people and I know I’ve always got you.” She smiles looking up at her mother trying to ease the older woman’s mind.
Her mother sports a loving gaze before heading off into her office. After her argument with Lisa, she found herself into a pit of a sadness. On top of the ongoing hate that hasn’t taken a moment to die down. So low to the point that Jisoo-ni suggested that she goes see someone about her sadness. It wasn’t an exaggeration when she said that Jennie spent most of her time rotting in her room. She wasn’t on her phone or finding herself deep into the internet like some people would. Instead, she would just lay there looking into space. Sometimes Jisoo would walk in and she’d be crying. Jennie would deny any company and turn away from Jisoo.
After her fight with Lisa the second person she called was her therapist, she talked her down from a panic attack. And was an amazing voice of reason, these days instead of wanting to word vomit at Lisa she’s just writes her letters. At first she found it silly to be writing them knowing that all she wants to do is to give it to Lisa. But the more letters she wrote the less she felt the need to share. It’s as if the act of writing them is enough.
***
“You know not to bring work into this—I don’t think netizens could ever imagine you being such a romantic.” Mina comments watching Lisa scribble away on various pieces of paper. Mina had decided to take a break and cave into her sweet tooth by digging into the cookies. Lisa looks up from her words shaking her head at Mina.
“Well—you should know better than anyone that we are not our idol self…” Lisa teases then open her mouth indicating she’d like a bite of the cookie in Mina’s hands. The Japanese girl is confused but doesn’t deny the taller girl. She reaches over giving the Thai girl a bite of her cookie. “Thank you...” she smiles before returning to her letter. She’d spent the last hour as Mina went back and forth from munching to eating writing a letter for the Japanese girl. Stating everything she wants her to know no matter what the outcome of this week may be. Lisa can’t even fathom that it’s already been two days since she landed and had their one and only kiss. That if they’re meant to only be friends and Mina isn’t ready to tackle going back to the industry and being together. Lisa respects it.
Mina scoots over wanting to see what Lisa’s writing but the Thai girl is quick to pull it away from her gaze. “Hey! No!” Lisa leans back trying to avoid Mina, but instead she continues to move closer to the point that she starts to put her weight on the taller girl. Lisa doesn’t pull away of course instead she puts it behind Mina’s head. The Aries girl doesn’t back down and hopes that a closer proximity will make the taller girl cave.
But Lisa does the complete opposite of caving she pulls herself even closer. Her eyebrows jump at their sudden closeness, Mina’s breath hitches exchange looks with Lisa eyes then lips. “Fine. But tonight—I hope you know I won’t be showing you any mercy during Mario kart.” Mina pulls away wanting to stop herself from doing something she’ll regret in the future.
“Oh, I’m sorry was that mercy the last couple of days because the number one spot on our scores begs to differ.” Lisa teases, she isn’t offended at all at Mina pulling away. They’ve been trained to always watch their back and always assume that they’re being watched.
“Hey don’t blame the teacher.” Mina teases back, Lisa rolls her eyes fixing up their picnic slowly.
“Why don’t we get out of here. I promised your mom we’d be back before it got dark out?” Lisa continues to pack their things; Mina decides to tackle the food by eating the rest of the cookies. Lisa can’t help but grin seeing Mina enjoying herself. She can tell there’s something different with the girl since they last spoke. It’s clear that this time has been working out for her.
They make small talk with one another trying to ignore the tension clearly growing between the both of them. “This might be a little too much to talk about but—” Mina pauses for a moment she’d been waiting to speak about this with someone. She knew that bringing it up with her bandmates would cause a stir. She tried to talk to Jihyo about it but she could tell the stress that the leader was already in and didn’t want to cause anymore.
Lisa waits a moment, “Have you ever thought about doing anything else—other than being an idol—do you ever feel hollow like a doll?” Lisa’s perplexed. She’s never really seen herself doing anything else. It’s always been this—“I’ve never thought about doing anything else—It’s been this you know I’ve always performed even when I was little. But the being hollow I know what you mean—I felt it when I was trying to figure out what to do for my knee. Deep down I knew I should’ve gone to get the surgery but everyone else around me knew how work motivated I am and used it against me. And it only made me feel like a body that the company owned you know. That their concern wasn’t really because they were worried for my well-being. They we’re only worried about how the group was going to move forward.” Lisa explains, JYP is a lot of things but at least he allows for his artist to have some say for their wellbeing. We’ll post debut at least. Mina reaches her hand out to Lisa running circles with her thumb.
“For a moment—I thought that am I really just Lisa from Blackpink. Is that how everyone sees me—is that how I’m supposed to see myself. And I don’t know something I used to enjoy like performing I didn’t anymore. Plus, on top of everything else I just felt used.” Lisa sighs, Mina doesn’t let go. There is a sense of comfort hearing this from the Thai girl. The last couple months she’s felt like a vessel everyone only sees her as Mina from Twice. All because they wanted her to stay and in the end all it did was push her away.
“So, in moments like that. Yes—I do feel like just a shell.” Lisa sighs, she’s never shared this with anyone before. She’d just accepted that this is part of being an idol. Mina looks at Lisa who’s clearly in deep thought preparing to say something else.
“But I think finally debuting, seeing my family, making friends with people that know me and spending time doing things I like. I’m reminded that I am more than just my band and that I should’ve gotten the surgery instead of pushing through.” Lisa tries to make a joke out of it but Mina understands.
“Maybe this is a way of learning?” Mina lightens up the mood getting closer to the Thai girl slightly pushing herself onto her. Lisa smiles naturally planting a kiss on Mina’s forehead. “I guess we’re both learning how to be an idol”
They arrive back at the house but decide to opt for the entrance by the kitchen so they can drop off a few things. Lisa begins to take her things off and notices that Mina’s in deep thought. Mina doesn’t let herself think about it for a moment longer. She pulls the basket from Lisa hands and places it on the floor. Lisa turns around confused with one shoe off piercing into Mina’s eyes trying to find an answers.
Mina moves closer as her gaze latches onto Lisa eyes and lips, she can’t even begin to form any thoughts. She feels her back slowly familiarize itself with the wall. There’s nowhere for her to go and Mina can’t help herself anymore. She tiptoes reaching and hoping to connect her lips with Lisa’s. The world tapers at this moment, below the dim lights of the house. Heeding to their intensifying breaths sync with one another.
A small noise comes from Lisa as she’s shocked to have Mina make the first move. It never occurs to Lisa that Mina would pull away until she tries feeling a little embarrassed. But the taller girl protests placing her hand on the ballerina’s nape assuring her. This kiss is something that Lisa’s been waiting for all day. Lisa’s touch burns straight through Mina’s cardigan.
Lisa tilts her head signaling deepening the kiss. As if their peck alone didn’t leave Mina paralyzed, Lisa slowly guides their kiss. Bopping their heads to the beat of each other’s rhythm. Lisa can feel her desire for the girl grow with every nibble Mina hints at. Mina deeply inhales feeling Lisa’s tongue brush upon her bottom lip. Lisa’s hands pull away from Mina’s nape and migrate down to her waist trying to guide them both out of the genkan. The other shoe simply slips off of her foot, Lisa tries to lead her as best as she can up the stairs. Only Mina’s back softly meets a wall, Mina lips part in a moan, Lisa takes the opportunity to slip her tongue in. Caressing hers in strokes so sensual she couldn’t tell where one ended and hers began. Mina moans at the contact, she’s never kissed anyone like this before. Lisa can taste the chocolate from earlier, it’s so addictive. Lisa reaches for Mina’s cardigan slowly slipping it off of her.
The warmth of her touch curls through Mina’s stomach, between her thighs, traveling all the way down to her toes. Finally, the wall ends and Mina can feel the start of the stairs, instinctively she climbs. For a moment they try to stay upright but quickly fail. Lisa pulls away giving each other a moment to breathe—more importantly a moment to think. Lisa’s searches for anything that shows regret but Mina’s face bares none of that.
Instead, its plush and pink as she focuses on taking deep inhales. Lisa looks down at her lips noticing how swollen they are, Mina’s cheeks turn even deeper turning away from her. “Hey—we don’t have to do anything. We can just lock the doors, say goodnight and head on up okay?” Lisa smiles reassuring that there truly is no pressure or expectations for them to go anywhere. But Mina’s too focus on trying to get her heart rate down, she’s truly dumbfounded.
Lisa chuckles waiting another minute before planting a kiss on her forehead. “I’m going to go lock up okay.” Mina watches the Thai girl walk away from her cooly as if that kiss wasn’t the hottest thing. Mina looks around trying to gather herself.
She hears Lisa shuffling around the kitchen and locking a few doors. Lisa knows that she needed to step away, she’s got a lot of self-control. She’s been trained to have nothing but self-control, yet she’s never had experience of being a teenager in love let alone lust. Never having the need to be around the person and just kiss them all the time. And now all she’s experienced is this sexual need this—
Before she could finish that thought, Mina turns her around pulling her into yet another kiss. With her hand on Lisa’s nape pulling her desperately wanting to be closer as if that’s even possible. A needy noise escapes Lisa mouth. Lisa pushes her back once again guiding her up the stairs. This time she made sure to use her memory to guide both of them up the stairs. Mina didn’t care which room they were going to. Stopping at the door, Lisa slips one of her thighs between her legs. Mina gasps, her thigh pressuring up. Her cheeks pink and flush, lips swollen and red parted gasping for air.
Their pupils blown wide open, the amber of their irises a thin circle. They both forget that they’re in the middle of a corridor as if they had no care in the world. So unaware of how much they want each other. Slowly Mina begins to lift Lisa’s shirt. Fingers brushing against velvet soft skin, disconnecting their eye contact for a moment dropping the shirt by their feet. Mina’s scans Lisa’s toned body, the warmth in her stomach builds. Lisa begins to slowly toil her thigh against Mina’s center.
Her eyes roll back feeling some pleasure, Lisa takes the opportunity of her exposed nape. Greeting it with her mouth leaving a soft trail of wet kisses. From the edge of her jaw all the way down to her collar bone. Mina’s breath begins to labor with each kiss. As Lisa lingers and sucks each spot longer every time. Lisa knows that it’s only moments away before she caves and reaches for something Mina might not be ready for. Mina tangles her hand with Lisa’s hair pulling her away from her neck. Knowing that if Lisa lingers a little too long, she’d have a bruise.
Lisa chuckles, she searches in Mina’s dark eyes for any indication to stop. But sees none, Lisa slides both hands down Mina’s legs before cupping her butt then lightly tapping it. Lisa easily picks her up opening the door to Mina’s room. She places her on top of a dresser, they had spent the last 10 minutes nipping at each others lips, plumping them naturally.
Mina pulls Lisa back in, deciding their lips have been apart for too long. Lisa groans at Mina’s aggression, she pulls her hands back not wanting to make this situation uncomfortable. By placing her hands where Mina might not be comfortable having it. But Mina’s searching for that burning sensation with Lisa’s hands all over her body. When she opens her eyes she sees Lisa hands placed behind her back stiffer than a board. She shakes her head within the kiss pulling them out from behind her.
Placing them right by her waist, unsure of what that meant Lisa left them there. Mina doesn’t know where to go from here of course. Everything leading up to this moment has been her following Lisa’s lead but she knows that Lisa isn’t going to make a move until she says otherwise. It’s best they stop but Mina can’t help herself but reach where clearly Lisa is desperate to be touched.
Lisa’s caught up in trying to match Mina’s pace, brushing her upper lip before sucking on it. Earning more moans from her acknowledging that she’ll be hearing these moans in her dreams for months. Mina’s lips alone are driving her crazy, it’s like whiskey on a cold night. Warm, addictive and strong. With her attention solely focused on Mina, it doesn’t register that fact she’s bringing one hand between her thighs. Her nimble fingers dancing over her zipper. Lisa’s alarm bells finally catch her attention when she feels the zipper vibrating down to be undone.
She’s unable to say anything as Mina’s hands slide down, wedging her hands between her pants and the only cloth separating them from going any further. “Shit” Lisa moans tilting her head back exposing her neck. But what a sight it is for Mina. To see her so vulnerable with her chest so plump and bare. Her neck so naked, Mina thinks back during one of the few times when she touched herself. Surely, it’s the same feel-good sensation Lisa can feel.
Planting her mouth on Lisa’s neck, slowly tracing circles with her hand on Lisa’s center. Another moan comes out of the taller girl. Unable to control herself she leans her head forward. Slowly panting, “I…Mina…” Lisa can barely get a word in. With her neck covered in wet trails of kisses to her center getting the attention it desperately needs.
“We…have to…” she pants in between groans with Mina trying to concentrate. “Stop…” Lisa barely completes, Mina pulls away.
“Am I doing it wrong?” Mina chases her breath waiting for Lisa to responds. Pulling her hands away slowly. Lisa eyes darken, “If you were doing it wrong, I wouldn’t be stopping you…” out of breath and slowly trying to think things through.
“So why are we stopping?” Mina questions, Lisa sighs. In disbelief about what she says next, “I just want you to be okay with this. This is a big step and I just want you to be ready. Doing this….” she pauses sliding her hands down Mina’s joggers slowly.
The ballerina bites the bottom of her lips. Lisa hasn’t arrived at her center yet and she’s already weak in the knees. She palms her center aggressively before running a finger through Mina’s folds. “…is a lot different from where this is heading.” she simply states planting her hands rights by waistband of Mina’s underwear.
She understands Lisa concern but now all she can think about is, giving into Lisa. “I am ready for you to touch me.” Mina leans over to whisper in Lisa’s ear then biting her lobe. Mountains and a chill run up Lisa back to feel Mina breath so close. She dips her hand beyond the waist band reaching for Mina’s center.
Lisa doesn’t break the eye contact instead she watches the pleasure take over. Her hands gliding itself down cupping Mina’s center. Running her fingers through her folds, watching Mina’s eyes roll to the back of her head as reaction. Mina releases a moan louder than she’d expected. Fuck, that feels good. She thought to herself, Lisa begins to massage her most sensitive spot.
The moisture growing between her and Lisa’s fingers. Her moans becoming more fearless, Lisa captures parts of her neck. This time trying to continue what she already started. Mina didn’t care there’s tension growing in her as Lisa fastens her movement. Mina moans again, Lisa rests her head on her shoulder. Trying to keep her contact merely on Mina’s clit.
She doesn’t want to push the girl by pushing a finger into her. “I…” Mina tries to speak as Lisa continues massage her clit. “More…” she groans requesting desperately.
“Okay.” Lisa husks in her ear slowly inserting her finger in. A groan escapes joyously from her mouth feeling Lisa inside her. Slowly Lisa pumps her finger in and out of Mina. The Japanese girl drapes her arms over scratching Lisa’s back. “…More…” Mina whimpers, tilting her head back grinding herself onto Lisa fingers. Matching her pace, syncing their breathing and movement together.
“Shit.” Groans by Mina’s ear watching her get herself off on Lisa’s fingers alone. “You’re so hot.” She adds, Mina licks her mouth as she continues to gasp knowing how close she is. Lisa can tell how close she is to her peak by the way her walls are tightening around her finger. Lisa starts to quicken her pace, attacking Mina’s neck. This time neither of them care whether or not it leaves a mark. It feels too good to even be bothered about the consequences of leaving a mark.
Mina tries to muffle her moans by attaching her mouth right onto Lisa’s shoulder. As she reaches climax her moans turn to biting and sucking on the younger woman’s skin. Lisa sensitive to the feeling of course and tries to pull herself out slowly. Mina rests her head on Lisa’s chest catching her breath and letting her high pass.
“Are you okay?” Lisa questions, lifting Mina’s head form her chest. Knowing how intense someone’s first time is—Mina can’t even look Lisa in the eyes.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about—I just want to make sure you’re okay with everything that we just did.” Lisa assures the Japanese girl whose cheeks haven’t quit since the beginning of this interaction. Mina refuses to look at Lisa and instead just shakes her head. Lisa chuckles rubbing the back of Mina’s head in comfort. Lisa doesn’t rush Mina in away and continues to rub her back.
After a few minutes Mina finally looks up at Lisa with these big amber eyes. Unsure of where to start let alone what to say, “I—I’ve never—that was—I really like you Lisa.” Is all Mina is able to say. It’s not even a full sentence but that’s all her brain could muster up to say. Lisa lifts Mina’s face through her chin giving her the softest kiss on her lips. “Why don’t you go wash up and I’ll look for my shirt. And I’ll make sure I didn’t miss a door or something.” Lisa winks licking her fingers before heading out of Mina’s room.
The Japanese girl is paralyzed watching Lisa taste her, as if getting her to cum wasn’t embarrassing enough. It’s a different feeling when you do it for yourself than when someone does it for you. She hears Lisa’s footsteps make their way up the steps and she finally realizes she’s been on top of the dress much longer than she’s expected. Assuming that Lisa is return to her room she tries to fix herself but she surprises to hear her go across the room. She decides to do as Lisa had suggested and gather her belongs for a shower.
Lisa on the other hand needed a minute to just collect herself and her thoughts. Most of it consumed with regret, in fear that Mina will ignore her as soon as she leaves. And that this whole thing is her using Lisa for her to figure herself out. There is a quick panic that rushes at the irrationality of it. But she can also recognize the possibility.
Avoiding herself from dwelling the worst Lisa begins to prep her things for a shower. She looks at her phone to see the normal notifications, her parents and Diana. But she sees a familiar name that hits her with guilt Jihyosi🦄🍭.
[Jihysosi 🦄🍭 ]
Hey, I was hoping to see you but I heard from your bandmates that you went back to Thailand. How’s the family?
Lisa sighs, she doesn’t like lying to someone so close to Mina. But she knows that less people know that they’re both even spending their time together, the better.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
Yes, I felt like a couple of days wasn’t enough. I’m sorry I missed you. The family is good how are you?
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
That’s wonderful. I’m glad you’re getting some rest, how’s your grandfather?
Lisa hates the lying it kills her, especially since this friendship is just blooming. They finally were able to meet up after multiple encounters during award shows. Truly it hurst to know that they’re building this friendship together. And keeping such important information about her own bandmate from her feels so wrong.
[Jihyosi🦄🍭]
Thank you Jyo. He’s doing the things and I’m trying to be there as much as I can. That means a lot how are you taking the tour and the hiatus?
She places her phone on top of the bed and begins to gather the rest of her things for a shower. Lisa hears the bathroom door open and she takes her leave. She runs into Mina as she walks over to her bedroom door, her cheeks immediately turn brighter. Only this time the steam isn’t the one bringing colors to her cheeks.
“Hi.” She softly greets, pressing a soft kiss on Mina’s cheeks before walking away. It’s kind of addicting to have this effect on someone.
It takes Mina 7 minutes after her shower to finally get dressed. She’s getting flashbacks just by looking at the dresser where Lisa had her. Hearing those words whisper in her ears every time she closes her eyes. “Ah Mina” she whispers to herself before heading down the stairs to grab some water. Looking for something to cool her off. She fills a cup of water and begins to scroll through her phone. She hasn’t looked at it since this morning. No notifications from social media of course but lots of texts from a lot of the members of twice. Mina looks over her messages to see that even the twice group chat has been quiet since she left.
But there is one message that entices her to read;
[Momoring🍑🩷] 10 minutes ago
She’s just in love with you. She shouldn’t be faulted for that.
[Momoring🍑🩷] 20 minutes ago
I really hope that you didn’t leave because of her.
[Momoring🍑🩷] 1 hour ago
I miss you, I know we don’t really get too emotional about how we’re feeling because when it comes to that we’re a little different but. I hope you’re doing well and that you’re taking care of yourself. The group is really different without you but I’m sure already knew that. I don’t like not having you around.
“Fuck.” She mutters, when Momo gets like this where she’s getting into her emotions she’s knows nothing about the group is going well.
Momo’s always been good about separating her feelings to their work. But sometimes, when it’s truly hurting her she doesn’t know the difference.
[Momoring 🍑 🩷 ]
Is everything okay?
She simply doesn’t want to talk about herself let alone Nayeon. All she wants to know is if everything is okay. Finding the water a little too weak she goes through the cupboard to find some sake that she knows her parents love to collect. She pours herself a small glass despite knowing the effects and takes a sip as she waits.
[Momoring 🍑 🩷 ]
Honestly no. Jyo and I just got into it and it was a big fight Mina. I said some things I didn’t mean but I said them anyway.
It’s no secret that their relationship has always had this strain. But it wasn’t always like that, the way Momo saw it one day they were close then the next Jihyo just got cold. And when Mina had asked Jihyo about what’s going on she said, it was Momo that got cold. After what happened between Momo and Dahyun of course, it put more stress on their relationship.
[Momoring 🍑 🩷 ]
What do you mean?
Mina wonders, they all can have quite a temper and usually it’s taken very lightly. But she’s never heard of her bandmates confessing to crossing the line. She’s nervous, she had a feeling that something like this would happen when she left.
[Momoring 🍑 🩷 ]
I said something really bad Mitang
[Momoring 🍑 🩷 ]
I told her that there isn’t a day that I regret voting for Jeongyeoni as our leader instead of her.
[Momoring 🍑 🩷 ]
I didn’t even mean it.
Mina sighs at her best friend’s text message. One of Jihyo’s biggest insecurity has always been the position of leader. Mina’s been on the receiving of Momo’s bite before but Mina never back down if anything she met the older girl’s energy. But with Jihyo, Mina knows she simply sat there, listened then explained her side. No emotions just logistics.
[Momoring 🍑 🩷 ]
So why say it?
“Hey..” Lisa whispers trying to grab Mina’s attention as she scrunches her face at her phone screen. Mina looks up at her smiling, “Hey, how was your shower?” she questions sipping on the sake waiting for the taller girl to answer.
Lisa hovers over Mina catching the rest of the sake in her mouth. Mina’s cheeks begin to burn red again, “It was good yours?” Mina clears her throat trying to ignore the butterflies flapping about in her stomach.
“Lonely. But good.” Lisa smirks, pouring herself a glass of sake. Mina’s attention pulls itself back to her phone.
[Momoring 🍑 🩷 ]
I just hate what she did to my relationship. I’m having such a hard time forgiving her.
Mina sighs, she’s known for a very long time that Jihyo stepping in was never the reason for Dahyun and Momo’s break up. “Everything okay?” Lisa questions pulling away not wanting to fall into temptation by stealing a glance at Mina’s phone. “I just—hold on.”
[Momoring 🍑 🩷 ]
Momoring. She had nothing to do with your relationship ending. Dahyun wanted to just talk to you. She wanted to discuss on what to do and YOU jumped the gun assuming that she was going to break up with you. Instead you broke up with her. You always do this Momoring you always try to hurt the people that love you the most so that they can’t hurt you. And I hope that you think of doing something to make it up to her because you know how fucked that is.
Mina’s slaps her phone down irritated at thought of the band environment her close friends are going through. The last thing they need is another reason to be wedge apart, not having her there is tough enough.
“Momo and Jihyo are fighting. But I don’t know if they’ll ever fix this. This has been going on to about 2 years now.” Mina sighs, grabbing the sake and pouring herself another shot. Lisa tilts her head at the information and the sight of her consuming alcohol.
“Oh, also I thought you were allergic to alcohol. And do they always fight?” Lisa wonders treading lightly knowing how precious a group dynamic is in general. Mina chuckles, “I am but from what I’ve noticed in moments like this I need a little of alcohol to just say what I need to say. Momo’s very hardheaded person especially when she feels like you’ve wronged her.”
Lisa’s face turn into pure concern, “Do they usually fight?” she wonders, placing herself on top of the counter. Mina sighs, “Not this much but ever since—” she pauses wondering if she can even share such an intimate secret about her group. But Mina’s knows there’s no one that Lisa would even bother to tell.
“It’s complicated but to make a long story short. Dahyun and Momoni dated for about 1 and some months. And because she’s the leader of the group Jihyo was put in a position where she had to have a difficult conversation with the both of them. Momo being her protective and defensive self, saw Jihyo as a threat to her relationship. And somehow convinced herself that Jihyo influenced Dahyun to break up with her when in reality Dahyun just wanted to talk to her but she thought it was going to be the end. So, she broke poor Dahyun’s heart and has been blaming Jihyo for the last year.” Mina explains shaking her head. Lisa struggles to understand or at least comprehend all of that.
“Wait—wait—wait—Momo-unnie and Dahyun? Dating a year? What?!” she exclaims excusing the shot glass completely moving onto lips to bottle. Mina chuckles, “What nobody in Blackpink has ever—”
“You’re avoiding the question.” Lisa simply interrupts Mina before any further questions could be present. Mina rolls her eyes feeling the effects of alcohol start to slowly kick in. “Yes they did. But all of that is over now and honestly it’s deterred a lot of us from dating let alone dating within the group.”
Lisa nods her head slowly, shit, she thought to herself. “So, what was their fight about?”
“Momoring can be—”
“Intimidating?” Lisa says half-jokingly, Mina shakes her head once again rolling her eyes. “No—and yes. But—sometimes she takes it a little too far and she knows that she has. She made a mistake pointing out one of Jihyo’s insecurity which is her position as leader—” Mina continues to ramble and Lisa begins to notice those moments with Jihyo when she’d comfort the Aquarius woman about how well she is at being a leader. “—I don’t know about you but having someone point out my biggest insecurity isn’t my favorite past time. I know she didn’t mean it but sometimes when she truly feels like she’s been wrong she doesn’t know when to stop.”
Disappointingly Mina hates to admit it, it’s one of Momo’s weakness. It’s one of those things that she brings into the band that creates problems. She’s not the only one of course because they all have something like this. It makes the situation for both girls much harder. Knowing that they both have been lying to the woman about what’s going on. Acting as if they aren’t together or have something one.
“So, what do you think is going to happen?” Lisa questions passing the liquor back to Mina who’s debating and recollecting the memories of the past.
“I don’t know. Having Momo be mad at Jihyo has made the dynamic of the group really weird. It’s been throwing everyone off—you know I just—they didn’t used to be like this. They used to be so close, they’d train together—Jihyo used to coach Momo with her vocals and Mom would help Jihyo learn how to control her body. But now—”
“It all makes sense now—she was calling me sobbing a few weeks ago—”
“A few weeks ago—this just happened? What was wait—” Mina’s tone changes in pure concern almost in pure panic. She brings her hands to her chest feeling it slowly tightening. Lisa quickly picks up on her body language walking over to her. She grabs Mina’s hands planting on her chest, “Listen to me—focus on my heartbeat okay just breathe.”
“It’s my fault.” She whispers slowly refusing to offer Lisa any eye contact. Mina repeats, Lisa bends down to look deeply into her eyes, “Listen to my heart. Feel it thumping focus on that right now. You said it yourself—they are in charge of their actions. So, blaming yourself for their wrongs won’t do any of you any good.” Lisa slowly speaks knowing that a high and much fast pitch will only have the opposite effect on the girl. Mina slowly nods, trying her best to ignore her thoughts. That are currently insisting that their fight is all because she wasn’t there to diffuse the tension.
And that her disappearance has only made the environment of her band worse. “Stay here—with me.” Lisa starts to breath calmly for aid the younger girl to sync their breaths. Mina slowly touches Lisa’s forehead with hers. “Slowly with me okay---in—” Lisa starts inhaling loudly, Mina copies, “Exhale.” She says softly.
“Thank you.” Her breath is shaky, she’s always had to fight these panic attacks by herself. It’s different to have someone guide you through a panic attack. “I’m sorry—I just hate that there could be a part of my absences that’s causing so much strain in the band.” Mina buries her head in Lisa neck, the taller girls nods.
“I understand but you being gone is for you. Whatever is going on with them should stay with them. The last thing you need is to worry about them. You are here for you Mina—you are not here for them. You need to remember that you are not the cause for other’s reactions with one another.” Lisa sigh, softly brushing Mina’s hair trying to keep soothing her. Mina doesn’t say much, she finds herself enjoying Lisa’s musk.
She’s beginning to find comfort in Lisa’s scent, it’s grounding kind of energy. “I’m sorry I just worry.” Mina mumbles under her breath wrapping her arms around Lisa’s torso. “I understand—why don’t we go to bed.” The taller girl tries to comfort the Japanese woman. Mina pulls away and begins to put her dishes away. Lisa decides to add the sake back into the cabinet before following younger girl up the stairs.
Lisa let’s go of her hand, “I’ll see you tomorrow.” she smiles walking over the door. “Wait—do you want to sleep with me?” Mina questions not fully giving Lisa eye contact. Lisa smiles, “Are we sleeping?” she jokes knowing that she’s one hundred percent sure that she means sleep. Mina chokes on air hearing Lisa’s suggestions. “Yes of course I mean sleep.” Lisa doubts the Japanese girl smirking at her hand.
Mina waits for her to take it within hers, “I…I wouldn’t even…if you don’t want too I understand. What we just did was…”
“Mina—” Lisa sighs, rubbing her cheek, “What we did was a lot and I’m sorry if you weren’t ready for it. I don’t—”
“I was ready for it. I just—meant that I wouldn’t know how to or where to start with you—with that I mean.” Mina answers interrupting Lisa before she begins to ramble. Lisa nods in relief hearing that she didn’t cross the line with Mina. “There is no pressure to ever reciprocate, Mina. Now—c’mon let’s go to bed.” Lisa softly pushes Mina towards her room, since they were a little busy when she first entered the room. She can finally study the younger girl’s room. A lot of nicknaks from what Lisa can only assume is from her childhood. A lot of twice photos that she knows the fandom would go crazy for. Since most of these photos look like they’ve never been seen by the public eye.
Of course photos of her family and photos that only Lisa can assume Mina can’t remember. Since some of it looks like America. “Are you ready?” Mina questions over by her bed, Lisa looks at Mina’s who is now charging her phone. Lisa walks over to the other side trying to hide her smirk. She places her phone on the night stand and turns to face the girl. “Goodnight.” She says softly placing a kiss on her forehead before turning the other way to turn the light off.
Mina decides not to protest and does the same. Lisa had spent most of the day anxious about how the date was going to go so her body was ready to say goodnight. Mina sighs getting ready to say something bus quick to hear the Thai girl softly snoring.
What am I going to say?
***
The next morning, Mina finds herself wrapped under Lisa’s arms. Her head tenderly on top of Lisa’s chest, slowly finding comfort in her heartbeat. Almost falling right back to sleep until, “Minari?” she hears the soft nurse’s voice from the other side of her door. Mina stands right up at the sound of the nurses voice, “Shit.”
Without paying attention during her climb up she had elbowed the Thai girl. Lisa moans loudly but doesn’t say much, “Minari?” with the nurse unsure whether she heard the younger girl or someone else she asks again. “Yes. I’m coming.” She gently answers while rocking Lisa back and forth delicately. “Lisayah—you need to get up my nurse is here to give me medications and check my vitals” without raising her voice of course. Her warning means nothing to the taller girl of course.
Mina begins to scramble around the room, trying to get herself together. “Lisayah…” she says a little louder this time but the taller doesn’t say much.
“Mitang—can I come in?” the nurse threatens, Mina clears her throat, “No. Wait, I’m getting dressed—I was up a lot later than I would’ve liked last night I’ll meet you downstairs” she instructs, the nurse decides not to go against and simply heads down the stairs. Hearing the steps descend back down Mina looks at a peaceful Lisa. She walks over, hovering right above her face. “I’ll see you later.” She whispers placing a kiss on her forehead while caressing her cheeks. Lisa’s eyes peak through her drowsiness, she of course couldn’t help but smile. As if it’s instinct Lisa sits up a little planting a kiss on Mina’s lips. Her eyes ready to pop right out of her eyes surprised at the interaction. Lisa pulls away, turning the other way right back onto sleep.
“Mitang?” she hears a shout from down the stairs. Reactively she walks away from her bedroom and out of her room. Mina takes a quick trip to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth before heading downstairs.
“Good morning, Mitang, your cheeks are a little red did you take a shower?” the nurse questions, pulling her sleeves up prepping to take her vitals. Mina takes a quick gaze of herself in the mirror, and the nurse isn’t lying. “Uhm no.” she’s quick to answer sitting down, the other nurse prep her meds and her water. She’s quick to take it so there’s no more room for questions. “Heartbeat is a little elevated—but everything else seems to be normal.” Unsure of what could’ve possibly cause this she decides to simply record it.
“Alright, why don’t you get some breakfast, and we’ll get going right after.” The doctor instructs, Mina bows excusing herself to the kitchen. “Good morning, Mitang.” Aiko smiles excitedly greeting Mina as she walks in. Aiko pushes the porridge she has made for the younger girl. Mina bows her head sitting across from the older woman.
“Good morning, Aiko.” Mina tries to hide the blush that’s still very pleasant on her cheeks. Aiko turns around to continue to prep the rest of the food for the day.
The sizzle of the food fills the air. A few moments later Aiko clears her throat, “How was the picnic with Lisashi?” she inquiries as casually as possible. Mina giggles, “It was good—we spent the rest of the afternoon at the picnic and then came home—” she clears her throat getting flashbacks of what occurred as soon as they arrived at home.
“And played some games but stayed up a little too long so—I—uhh—woke up a little later that I would like.” She tries to focus without thinking of how good she felt last night.
“I see—I’m glad you had a good time. Lisa’s a very nice girl. I like her.” Aiko replies casually as she begins to pack her things.
“Mitang—do you have your phone?” the nurse questions, having been so surprised earlier this morning she didn’t even bother to grab it. “No I think—I left it upstairs.” The nurse bows her head, “Alright. I’ll just grab it,” the nurses voices fade and Mina’s quick to dismiss it.
The alarms in her head begin to ring reminding her that Lisa’s sound asleep in her bed. “Wait!” she shouts, which is unlike her scaring everyone in the house. She hurriedly bows her head excusing herself from the staff to catch up to the nurse. “Yes Mitang?” she wonders turning around halfway up the stairs. “I can grab it—I forgot something—“she sheepishly smiles walking pass her into her room. Lisa sits up slowly at the sound of Mina entering her room.
Lisa rubs his eyes, “Mina?” she questions. Mina looks over at her and can’t help but melt at how cute she’s being. The Japanese girl walks over to her phone and sits down to say good morning one more time, “Morning.” Mina says, the Thai girl pulls her down for a kiss, which takes her by surprise. But it’s more than just a peck, Lisa pulls Mina by her nape trying to get her back into bed. “Mhmmm” she says in between the kiss trying pull away.
Lisa tries to protest but lets go moments later, “I have to go. But you can stay as long as you want. I just didn’t want the nurse to get confused when she came in to grab my phone. Besides I wanted to say good morning one more time. I’ll see you when I come back?” Mina instructs and all the taller can do is nod. Her brain is barely awake she only had the power to know that she wanted to kiss Mina.
Mina leaves a kiss on her forehead before heading back to breakfast. She glances at her phone to see an alarming message from Momo and Jihyo;
[Jihyo🦉💛]
I haven’t been truly honest with you. And without you around it feels like I can’t really be honest with anyone. I miss you. I miss having someone to talk too…someone who understands me. I haven’t been truly honest with anyone or the group.
[Jihyo🦉💛]
But since recently we all seem to just be going through it and I don’t know what to do with it anymore I feel like texting you is just as close as talking it through with you.
[Jihyo🦉💛]
The only reason Daniel and I even started talking a year ago was because of Momo and Dahyun. Maybe it’s the fight Momo and I had that has made me do some reflecting, but I don’t want to keep things from you guys anymore. At first of course our relationship was a PR stunt, but we spent so much time together and it just developed nicely you know.
[Jihyo🦉💛]
I do love him. He’s one of the best people around but I just haven’t seen him. And when we do see each other it doesn’t have that same spark it feels like we’re just doing it out of obligation. Which is now gone so I think a part of me is rethinking everything about our relationship. Did I just find comfort in him because I was forced too or did, I truly love him? I’m hoping my time in America and away will help me understand how I truly feel. I’ve been in this with him for almost two years now and I don’t want to keep going if my heart is not in it.
[Jihyo🦉💛]
You don’t have to reply. I just needed to figure this out and talk it out. I miss you and I hope you are well.
[Momoring 🍑 🩷 ]
I know I fucked up. But now she won’t even look at me and when she talks to me it’s short and quick. I don’t blame her though—I just don’t want to get hurt.
Mina sighs, “Perfect.” The nurse says taking from Mina. There’s no point in even protesting. She doesn’t even know where to start with the bomb that Jihyo just dropped and she doesn’t know what to say to Momo to make everything better.
***
Back at the dorm in Korea, Jennie is sprawled across her bed. With letters to everyone but mostly Lisa occupying the bed. Right now she’s drafting yet another one before she heads to the studio.
Dear Lisa,
…This might be my 100th or 50th letter to you and yet I feel like I still have so much to say. In my last letter I talked about how I should’ve known that I loved you right from the beginning. Kai made me happy—he did. He’s sweet, thoughtful and handsome but he never made me feel the way that you did. Every time I saw you when you first moved to Korea, I couldn’t help but want to get close to you. I had asked around the company, but everybody seems to have steered away from you because they were scared too. Call it stupidity or call it love but I didn’t care. I just needed to know your name.
I remember everything…
I remember how I introduced myself, but you were so surprised and so happy that someone finally talked to you. That you rambled on about how happy you are to finally have a friend. Five minutes of your rambling you finally let me know your name was Lisa.
Lisa…it’s all so perfect.
My schedule before you was so isolating maybe it was because I had been there the longest, so they had to start making different lessons for me. But I changed everything for you, for a long time I used the excuse that you motivated me—that I finally met someone that wanted to be here as much as me. When in reality—I just love being around you. You made me smile, harder than a lot of the people I’ve grown up around. You made me feel wanted, you didn’t push me away like everyone else had.
But I am and was too stupid to notice what I had. I guess what they say is true, you truly never know what you have until it’s gone. If I could do it all over again—I would.
All that time during my Solo promotions you took your time with me. Went to all of my photo shoots, spoke to me about choreography, ran through it with me multiple times despite not having to perform it. You were in the studio bright and early like me, I’d protest knowing that you’ve got a schedule of your own, but you said that it was your pleasure. That hearing me sing or rap was inspirational because you wanted to be as decisive as me.
I love you.
And I’ll say it over and over again—I love—
Her thought is cut short when Chaeyoung knocks on the door frame trying to get her attention. Jennie looks up trying to hide Lisa name. As if the blonde girl can even see from all the way over there. “We’re about to head back to the studio—I mentioned to Teddy that we’ve been working on something and he’s excited to hear about it.” Chaeyoung smiles giddy about what she had spoken and worked on with the Twice member.
“Okay—I’ll be out in a second—have you spoken to Jisooni?” Jennie questions wrapping her thoughts placing all the letters in a notebook.
“Yeah—she’s in the living room trying to get a hold of Lisa.” Chaeyoung pauses for a moment knowing that she has to ask out of pure curiosity and worry. “I know you guys don’t speak much but have you heard from her? Or did she tell you anything when you guys rehearsed? Have you heard from manager-unnie?” Jennie stops for a moment, she remembers how secretive the two had gotten prior to Lisa leaving. But decided not to pay attention knowing that if she let her curiosity get the best of her there’s a possibility that she might get hurt.
“No—but I know she was figuring out her schedule a lot with manager-unnie. I can only assume it’s to go see her family. She only gets that way with her family—” she reasons without offering any eye contact. Nervous at the mention of the maknae. “—Yeah but we would’ve heard from her by now.” She interrupts her senior who takes a deep breath trying not to lose her patience.
“—I understand but—her grandfather hasn’t been feeling well. So—it could be that.” Jennie turns around with her things in hand walking towards the blonde. She nods in agreement at Jennie’s reasoning, how could she have possibly forgotten Lisa’s worry about her grandfather. The maknae had confided in her about her worries besides crying over Jennie. “You’re right I’m sure all her time is spent with him—which is a good thing.” The blonde grabs the older girls bag guiding her to the living room.
“Everybody ready?” Jisoo stands up without looking up from her phone still heavily immerse in it. The two girls erupt in yes’s as they head out the door. The ride to the building feels like seconds knowing how they’ve been making this commute for almost a decade now. Jisoo and Jennie head off to the dance studio and the blonde heads to the recording studio. “I’ll see you unnies later.” She waves them off, Jisoo and Jennie open the door to see Chesire already stretching with the background dancers
When they see the girls waltz in everyone’s attention turns to them. It’s always something that Jennie’s never gotten used to. The dancers bow deeply as a sign of respect and the girls happily reciprocate. “Hello.” They say in unison, the room erupts in hellos. Chesir approaches the girls and the rest continue to stretch, “How are you girls?” she starts making conversation, the last week the girls have made it very clear that they have had a very tough time learning the choreography for Pretty Savage.
“Good—I was wondering—well we—” Jennie turns to Jisoo who is still caught on her phone, Jennie playfully pushes her to get her attention. “Sorry.” She pushes her phone down giving Jennie no time to glance at her phone. “We—we’re wondering if we could run through—the pre-chorus to the chorus.” Jennie asks and Jisoo simply nods, the younger girl can tell she’s a little distracted.
Cheshir nods her head, “Of course, why don’t we get started with some stretches and we can start from there.” She smiles before walking away to instruct the dancers. Jennie and Jisoo place their things on the couch and Jennie can’t help but let her curiosity get the best of her.
“I don’t know if Chaeyoung has asked you but have you heard from Lisa?” she makes no eye contact with Jisoo. The eldest clears her throat, “No I haven’t I usually would’ve heard from her by now—but maybe she’s finally getting the space she needs.” Jisoo dismiss the conversation by walking away and putting her phone down right on top of her bag. She’s hiding something. Jennie thought to herself but decides to get her into the rehearsal space.
“Alright—let’s get started with some stretching. Eunchong’s going to be stepping in for Lisa today and until Chaeyoung is done Dany is going to take her place.” Cheshir instructs and everyone follows. They’d spent the last couple of days recording vocals and prepping for shoots. This is their first day back in the dance studio, it’s a little weird not to have the dance machine here. Eunchong and Dany bow their head at the members taking their respectable place. Jennie and Jisoo exchange looks with one another seeing their members missing. Lisa had already missed most of the dance rehearsals last week. If they can both recall she only attended 2 of the group mandatory rehearsals for blocking.
Cheshir guides them through the stretches which both girls can feel in their joints. It’s only been two weeks since tour ended, and they already tell a difference within their joints. With all of the movement they make their joints tend to freeze up like a wet pole in the wintertime. They can physically hear some creaking as they stretch. As they’ve limber up Cheshir preps the song at it’s slowest pace, “Alright let’s start from the beginning, Jisoo-unnie, Jennie-unnie, Dany and Eunchong.” She instructs the girls to get into position. As she stands right in front of them, “We’re going to do counts first okay and 1! Stop!” she walks around examining their positions mostly Jennie and Jisoo. “Alright and —2—3—4—5—6—7—and 8!” she shouts that final number. “Pause hold it right there, now I need you guys to look at each other as a band and just embrace how awesome and bad you guys are! Bad bitches right!” Cheshir shouts amping the girls up. The whole unwraps into a bit of a giggle but understand what the message is.
“Alright from the top!” she instructs, Cheshir counts them in and this time the girls put on their game faces. As if they’re back on stage, “Yes! Alright let’s keep going—” they continue to rehearse up until the pre-chorus. Cheshir pauses the crowd is perplex, she grabs her phone “Right on time,” she pulls a chair over placing herself right in front of the room.
“I called Lisa to walk through the pre-chorus and chorus together. She did help me choreographed this after all. Can you hear us Lisa?” she questions, Lisa smiles through the camera, “Yes—Hi unnies! Hi guys whenever you are ready.” she says generally waving at the older girls. The girls try to act as if they aren’t examining where she is.
Jennie’s been at Lisa’s home but these walls don’t look familiar to her at all. Jisoo and her exchange look but the eldest shrugs. “Alright—shall we run through it first and Lisa and I can see?” Cheshir prompts earning a nod from everyone.
Cheshir counts them in, every follows the choreography they are taught. Lisa’s quick-to-glance at everyone’s movement, especially her bandmates. She’s already noticed a few mistakes they made but they continue and stop at the end of the chorus. “Alright—Jisoo-ni you work with Lisa and Jennie—unnie we’ll run through it together. Lisa you picked up on a few things that I saw?” Cheshir questions. The younger girl nods, Jisoo walks over closer to the phone to talk to Lisa. “Ahh—unnnie. Lisa squeals at the sight of the older girl. Jisoo smiles happily hearing the old Lisa through the phone. “Stop—being so nice and tell me where it went wrong.” Jisoo shakes her head and it makes Lisa laugh, “So—negative—why don’t we start with where you went right—okay from the top. Can you sing Rosies part?”
The eldest nods her head and begins to hum slowly while watching Lisa intently dance her portion, “Okay—this is the part you seem to get lost in—since in the next pre-chorus you’re last. But here you are first so as soon as you hear Yeah we’re some savage—you should already be facing the crowd. Then drop like we’re being launched up from stage—just a little bounce then head down—kah—” Lisa shouts dropping her head down then coming back up sexily.
“This is a very fast turn around because then it’s the head rolls which you’ve got down to a T-unnie—alright let’s run it!” she instructs but Jisoo’s attention is taken by the slight Japanese conversation happening in the background. “Give me a second.” Lisa pauses the facetime and mutes herself. The screen goes black, she looks at Jennie then at her reflection. Last she checked Lisa was the only one in her family that can speak Japanese—which means “She’s not home.” Jisoo mumbles to herself.
The screen reports back to Lisa and the Japanese conversation clearly diminish. “Ready?” Lisa prompts not trying to hear any questions from the older girl. Jisoo simply nods, she doesn’t want to make anything of it yet. And she sure as hell she doesn’t want to raise it to her bandmates. Not until she’s sure that Lisa isn’t home but instead in Japan. Why Japan that’s another question she’s got to find the answer too. Instead, she simply nods, she takes her place in front of the mirror following the main dancer’s prompt.
“Yes—alright let’s run through it again.” Lisa prompts, Cheshir on the other hand is currently fighting for Jennie’s attention as she continues to glance over at the phone with the maknae on it. “Jennie—unnie?” Cheshir questions, Jennie clears her throat looking at the choreographer. “Yes sorry—let’s do it one more time.” Jennie requests and the choreographer can do nothing but oblige. This time Jennie focuses on her movement in the mirror as she follows Cheshir.
They run through it a couple more times like Jisoo and Lisa do until finally they get back into position. “From the beginning—with music. Stay on the phone Lisa until we got this right, okay?” Cheshir request, Lisa gives her a thumbs up tucking the shirt in her bra. Jennie of course let her eyes wander despite not being able to see well from afar she can see clear those lines. Those lines that divide the younger girls prominent abs. So distract at the sight of her abs she completely misses the cue for the beginning of the song, “Jennie?” Jisoo turns around planting her face right in front of the distracted girl. Jennie pulls back trying to act as if she’s not completely in awe of Lisa.
“Right—sorry I’m having a hard time focusing apparently. I’m sorry.” She goes around the room bowing in remorse knowing that she’s practically wasting everyone’s time.
The music begins again, this time she puts her focus on reflection. She doesn’t bother to glance at the phone right in front of her. Finally the music and the choreography are clicking in her brain and she feels the sexy persona she puts on takeover. Past the chorus the music stops, “Yes! Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Cheshir claps enthusiastically, and Jennie caves glancing back at the phone only to see Lisa’s attention at someone else. She doesn’t know who because they’re behind the camera.
“Lisayah!” Cheshir says trying to get her attention, the maknae unmutes herself. “Yes—unnie?” she replies, “Thank you! You’re good to go enjoy your time!” Cheshir says vaguely.
Chapter 28: lay here with you
Chapter Text
“I like this, Rosie. This is really good.” Teddy bops his head to the sample that Rosie and Jennie had been working on the last couple days. She’s so happy to hear the world renown producer praise her. “Do you really like it? Chaeyoung and I worked really hard on it—Jennie-unnie worked really hard on the lyrics do you think we can have this on our album?” she inquires, Teddy can’t help but smile at her eagerness, “Hey—if you guys can find the time in this busy schedule of yours then I will make the time for you. From there we can see how the other producers and obviously YG feels”
She smiles from ear to ear as she grabs her bags and heads out the door. Rosie runs back in, “You’ve got a deal!” she shouts at Teddy happily skipping out of the studio down to the lobby. She’s tried for years to write with Teddy, but he always seems to already have something lined up for the girls. Or the team has already got something for them to sing about.
Glancing at the van in front of the building she vaguely sees her bandmates silhouettes. She rushes to the van trying to avoid the paparazzi, “Unnie!” she exclaims planting herself right next to Jennie who’s clearly catching her breath from rehearsals. “Chaeyoungah!” she chuckles after taking a sip of her water, “Teddy is really interested in developing our song are you free tonight at 11pm?”
Jennie chuckles, “Take me on a date first jeez.” Chaeyoung hits her playfully, “But yes I’m free.”
Jisoo doesn’t have much to say because she doesn’t even know what’s going on. “Can someone help out here?” she jokes. “A few days ago, Chaeyoungah and I were playing around with some samples I had kept in my voice memos. Long story short we got a melody and some lyrics and then I’ve been working with Jennie unnie to figure out the rest of the lyrics. And today I showed it him and he said he’d help with the rest do you want to join us!” she can barely contain her excitement. Jisoo nods, excited to see the process hoping that there are a few things she can learn.
“Amazing, so how did rehearsals go? Did I miss anything?” the eldest girls exchange looks, “Not much we ran through pretty savage a couple of times because as you know we’re having a hard time with the pre-chorus and the chorus. Lisa had to get on call to run through it with us—”
“Lisa?!” she questions, looking down at her phone to see still no reply then back at Jisoo. “Yes—”
“Could you tell she was at home?” Jennie jumps in letting her curiosity get the best of her. Jisoo clears her throat and debates in her head whether she should confess about hearing Japanese. “When we were doing one and one Jennie unnie mostly worked with Cheshir while I was with Lisa. She didn’t really say much—you know Lisa when it comes to dance she’s very focused.” Jisoo shrugs trying to act as casual as possible as if she hadn’t just ignored Jennie’s question.
“So, was she at home?” This time Chaeyoung questions, Jisoo sighs clearly the girl won’t let up until she answers. “Honestly?” she starts, “Do you know anyone else in her family that speaks Japanese?” is all she’s able to say. Both girls exchange looks, the managers in the cars exchange looks but Alice doesn’t budge.
“I’m pretty sure her mom speaks elementary Japanese but that’s about it.” Jennie answers, she’d been on a couple of holidays with Lisa and her family. Of course, she always invited, but both families had been on a holidays together. Jisoo recalls how well the Japanese was spoken and it sounded like a fluent individual.
“Right—but this person sounded like a native speaker.” Jisoo deducts she looks at Alice one more time and nothing has changed about her demeanor. Still very focused on typing whatever she may be working on.
[Lalisa 🖤🩷 ]
You had a call with Cheshir. Jisoo heard someone speak Japanese did you forget to mute yourself?
“So, what are you saying?” You think she’s in Japan?” Rosie questions and now that she hears it out loud it wouldn’t make any sense to her.
Japan.
Lisa’s a bit preoccupied at the moment. She was prepping herself some lunch seeing that Mina wasn’t back yet. But she might’ve spoken too soon because a few seconds later the Japanese girl walks in without her noticing. Before she could even plate her food Mina turns her around and lifts her right onto the counter. She’s not able to protest because she’s greeted by the young woman’s lips.
Mina’s very hungry and aggressive lips invade hers. Last night her aggression was soft but now, there’s a desperation that Lisa understands but is surprised. Especially coming from someone who is always so calm, cool and collected. This isn’t the Mina that Lisa is used too. This Mina is dominant as if she knows what she wants and how to get it. Frankly, Lisa doesn’t even want to protest because she finds this so attractive. She’s being tugged back and forth by the black swan as if to say she’s unsure where to go from here. Lisa brings her hand up to Mina’s nape leading her to look up. She gain some access to the Japanese girls nape and can’t help but taste everything from the night before. Mina moans at the feeling of Lisa’s tongue familiarizing themselves with Mina’s nape.
She tries to get down slowly from the counter knowing where this is going. “Do you want to go upstairs?” she inquires and for a moment Mina’s shyness returns. She brings her head down, “I’m sorry I totally interrupted you and you were about to—”
“Do you want to go upstairs?” Lisa sternly questions, this time Mina nods. Lisa grabs her hand and guides her up the stairs. She doesn’t talk knowing that that might bring more anxiety for Mina. Instead, when they reach the top Lisa looks back, “Yours or mine?”
Mina can barely answer but instead she looks over at her room. Knowing that Lisa’s room is technically her brothers. Lisa reads her body language sliding the door open. Flashbacks of last night come crashing into her mind. But as soon as that door closes aggressive Mina is back pushing Lisa onto the dresser, with their lips tangled with one another. But the dresser didn’t suit Mina and her intentions, they finally roll onto the bed. Lisa tries to assert her dominance but fails to do so. Mina remains on top. “I want to taste you” This sentence practically ends anything Lisa was thinking let alone what she’s about to say.
All she’s able to do is nod and a smirk spread across the woman’s face. She dips her head down to capture the Thai girl’s lips in hers. This time she ensures that she gains access to Lisa’s mouth by gliding her tongue between Lisa’s lips. The girl obeys and a moan escapes her lips not only from the kiss but as Mina’s hands wander about her body. Squeezing parts of her she didn’t know she needed squeezed. It’s a very odd feeling to even dare explain.
Lisa is craving to touch Mina but she has other plans. She’s made her mission to reciprocate the feeling of last night. So instead of letting Lisa touch her she simply pins the girls hands above her head. Once again surprised at the strength the girl is exhibiting she finds herself not even putting up a fight.
Mina makes her way down to Lisa’s nape trying to control herself from leaving a mark. But as of recently she’s learned that she’s a very territorial individual. Having the opportunity to let others know that Lisa’s hers and only hers is addicting. She waits for a moment as she grazes and tugs at her nape waiting for some kind of protest. Mina gently comforts the spot she dares bite a little harder. But there is no protest from Lisa. Instead she simply moans with every opportunity that Mina takes.
Her hands begin to wander a little further south from Lisa’s arms to cup one of her breasts, breathing heavily in Lisa’s ear. It causes hills to form on her skin, it’s not quite as aggressive as she experienced before, “…fuck…” she says barely a whisper as Mina begins to leave trails down her body. Making sure that by tomorrow Lisa’s able to follow her happy trail.
Mina arrives at Lisa’s waist band and looks up, “Is this okay?” Mina questions, Lisa opens her eyes only seeing how dark Mina’s eyes have gotten. She arches her back moaning at how much Mina’s breathing alone is turning her on, “More than okay” she answers.
Mina calmly shuffles Lisa out of her shorts while Lisa works on getting her top off. When she’s left bare Mina’s shimmy’s down guiding Lisa legs open, she’s never done this before but it doesn’t take a genius to make a woman feel good. She works up to Lisa’s center starting by kissing the side of the girls’ thighs. She earns a moan when she lingers and marks what’s clearly hers.
She hasn’t even gotten to the best part yet and all of it is so sweet already. Arriving at the girls center she looks up to see Lisa on the verge of biting her bottom lip off. “Is everything okay?”
Lisa nods taking a deep breath, “I don’t want to be too loud in case someone drops by—” her eyes speak softly like a puppy but there is a darkness and desperation that follows soon after. Mina nods her head not breaking any eye contact as she lowers herself to where Lisa needs her most.
Mina deliberately runs her tongue between Lisa folds. Lisa tries to muffle her moans but Mina guides her fingers back up to Lisa’s mouth separating her lips. “I want to hear you. I want to know how good I make you feel.” Mina instructs as she slowly runs her fingers along Lisa’s lips. She turns back to where she is needed, assertively running her tongue between her folds searching for Lisa’s most sensitive spot. “Shit” Lisa moans, Mina smirks between Lisa’s legs immediately focusing all if not most of her energy on her center.
Her tongue circling around it massaging everything around to ensure that Lisa feels good. She doesn’t know where this knowledge all came from on what to do. Because she meant what she said last night about not even knowing where to start. Yet having Lisa just coming undone at the smallest touch to now one of the most intimate experiences says a lot for Mina. Clearly I’m doing something right. She thought to herself.
Mina’s tongue brushes upon her opening earning a moan that’s unlike the others. She returns with her tongue slightly inserting it but not too much as if to warm up her fingers. She opens her eyes to see Lisa panting and dripping the sheets in pure pleasure. Mina brings her fingers up to Lisa’s mouth gently inserting them into her mouth. Then transferring them down to her opening. Slowly she inserts a finger in, Lisa moans “Mina—” that sound alone did things to the younger girl.
But Mina doesn’t stop there she continues the rhythm as her mouth returns to Lisa’s most sensitive sport. Pumping her finger in and out while her most versatile muscle ensures the promise of an orgasm. Lisa’s close.
Her body following the rhythm of Mina’s fingers, “I’m so close Mina” she barely says with a moan in between each word. Mina somehow finds that a challenge inserting another finger and fastening her pace. Lisa feels foolish going on a run this morning, especially if she had known that this is where her afternoon was headed. She’s breaking more of a sweat getting fucked than she did a 5K.
Lisa’s walls get tighter and tighter on Mina’s fingers with every pump. Until finally she hears Lisa’s band of moans and her walls loosens coming undone onto her fingers. Mina’s pulls out slowly not wanting to harm the girl. She feels the pool in between her legs grow at the sight of Lisa undone. “I just need a moment” Lisa pants trying to catch her breath.
After helping the girls with the choreography she’d gone for a run. Might be the frustrations of last night. She got up for breakfast and a coffee, nothing out of the ordinary. Yet as soon as she walks past the stairs she’s hot and heated at the thought of her and Mina all over again.
She finally returns from her run and when she enters the house, she’s surprised to see no one is home. It’s a little past 2, Mina should’ve been home by now. But it might not be a bad thing to get some focus for herself knowing that if she was here, she’s going to have to practice so much restraint.
Lisa waives Aiko goodbye as she heads out for the day and heads up the stairs for a shower. It was weird seeing the girls on the phone while doing their choreography. It makes her miss them, even Jennie. That whole week felt like she’d been so isolated, she’s been so used to being a group that there’s never been a day where she thought she had to prepare everything by herself.
It was odd to look across the recording studio and not see the girls sitting there cheering her on.
After she’s done with her shower she decides to reach out to her parents. Sending some vague photos without Mina’s face and a text about how well it’s going so far. That’s when the message from Alice comes through, but she needn’t panic. But she couldn’t even answer because Mina had other plans.
Her phone rings from her pocket again and again. She can only assume its Alice, her parents and her bandmates. At this point she knows she has to answer, she sits up to see Mina is beside her slowly falling asleep. She plants a kiss on her forehead, before carefully getting off of the bed.
Lisa reaches for her phone and her clothes to see that she was right. She changes back into her clothes and heads back downstairs to care of the food she had left out. She’s really worked up an appetite now.
[ AliceUnnie 🖤 ]
Don’t panic. Jennie-unnie knows that my mom speaks some Japanese. And even if it did sound fluent it couldn’t have been longer than a second. No need to worry. I’m having a wonderful time.
[ AliceUnnie 🖤 ]
Alright. Alright but they’re not letting up they want to know where you are and the other managers want to know too. How is this mystery person of yours anyhow?
[ AliceUnnie 🖤 ]
I feel like 3 years of having debut has earned me some privacy right?
[ AliceUnnie 🖤 ]
But, if anything goes wrong just say that I decide to book a last-minute trip with Diana and my mother. And they’re good we’re taking things slow not much to report. We’re just trying to figure out whether it’s worth it or not. You know how much privacy Japan offers and we don’t know if Korea’s going to give us that liberty.
[ AliceUnnie 🖤 ]
I will. I’m happy for you Lisa. Truly I am and I will try to the best of my ability to try and protect this for you. Just let me know when the time comes. Especially when they’re back in Korea and you’re ready to make this work.
Lisa smiles at her message happy to hear how supportive the older woman is. She decides to continue to ignore her bandmates’ messages knowing that one response will prompt them to keep texting her. That is the last thing she wants to do. She gets back to what she was trying to do much earlier as Mina rests.
Korea
“Manager-unnie is it true that Lisa’s in Japan?” Jennie questions one more time and this time Alice tunes back in. She looks up from her phone and locks it immediately, “She asked me a few days ago to book a trip for her, Diana and her mother” she smiles and the girls ease back down on their chairs. But the eldest doesn’t seem to buy it, she looks at Jisoo and she’s got this ‘I guess that’s good for now’ look on her face.
It doesn’t break Alice, “When does she come back?” Jisoo questions, Alice pulls up the flight details that she knows by heart but must be nonchalant about.
“She comes back in Sunday night and then I think she wants to do some shopping Monday before your flight that night to Hawaii” she confidently answers leaving Jisoo feeling a little defeated. “She wasn’t home for every long.” Allison comments, Alice chuckles “Well you know their schedules” she shrugs.
The conversation dies down but Jennie can’t shake this feeling of uncertainty. She doesn’t think that Alice is lying but something doesn’t seem right.
***
“Okay can—there’s something about it that’s just not clicking do you hear it Jennie? Is it the verse? Is it the way the rap flows I just don’t hear it in the way that I hear it? Does that make sense?” Teddy questions, Jennie looks down at her lyrics then back at the producer. “Replay it?” she requests and listens intently to see if she understands where he is coming from,
She hums along and it clicks, “It’s the flow Teddy—can I try something else and then we can compare?” Jennie questions.
‘Yeong wonhan bam
Changmun eopsneun bange uril gadun love
What can we say?
Maebeon apado oechineun love’ “And then we can add reverb on love—does that sound better? Or did it somehow get worse?” she chuckles but by the looks of her bandmates and Teddy it clearly sounds better.
“Do you mind doing Lisa’s part and when she comes back or when you guys come back from Hawaii I can hear her do it? Also who wrote the lyrics for her verse by the way because it’s really—”
“Chaeyoung squared.” Jennie jokes pointing at the blonde girl who’s rolling her eyes at the sound of hearing Chaeyoung squared. “ Don’t be ashamed Chaeyoung it really emphasis the message that you guys are going for. Ready Jennie?”
Jennie gives him a thumbs up and the metronome begins to tick, ‘Dachigo manggajyeodo na
Mwol mitgo beotineun geoya
Eochapi tteonamyeon sangcheotuseongin chaero miwohage doegreol
Kkeutjangeul bogi jeon kkeutnael sun eobseo
Iapeumeul gidarin geotcheoreom’
“Perfect, alright Jisoo let’s what you got. Thanks Jennie you can take a break.” Jennie takes the headphones off and heads to the other side. Jisoo smiles at the girl as she takes her place. Jennie looks at Chaeyoung, “How does her verse sound?” she wonders, Chaeyoung smirks, “You’ll see”
‘Ama da jamkkan iljido molla
Urin mueol chajaseo hemaeneun geolkka’ She sings unsure about the melody of what she’s singing. She stops midway putting her finger up to get a moment. Teddy nods, he plays around the computer a bit and adds the reverb that Jennie was talking about when it came to the word love.
Rosie watches as Jisoo goes back and forth writing onto the music sheet. Chaeyoung gets up from her chair Teddy and Jennie are a little too preoccupied with the arrangement. “Everything okay unnie?” Chaeyoung questions looking over Jisoo’s notes. She’s clearly struggling with which note to start with and how to carry on the melody. Rosie walks over hovering right over her shoulder, she moves over by Jisoo’s shoulder.
She moves the older girl’s hair to place her chin down the girl’s shoulder. “What if you did it like this—” she begins to hum the tune she finds the lyrics see fit the best.
“And then—” Jisoo chimes in changing a few bits. Rosie nods her head excitedly, “Okay yeah it could go like-- Ama da jamkkan iljido molla
Urin mueol chajaseo hemaeneun geolkka”
“Yes that’s it!” Jisoo turn her face to give Rosie a kiss on the cheek. The younger girl rolls her eyes and gets back into the studio. “Alright are you ready Jisoo?” Teddy questions, the eldest nods her head confidently.
The music begins to tick in her ears and she, “Ama da jamkkan iljido molla
Urin mueol chajaseo hemaeneun geolkka’ she sings confidently and for once all three girls can feel their song coming together. Jennie and Rosie can’t help themselves but pull each other into a hug.
“That was it.” Teddy nods, “One more take, I can’t hear the urin mueol chajaseo hemaeneun geolkka” he sings quickly emphasizes on the last bits of the verse. Jisoo nods, pushing one of the of the ear muffs behind her ear so she can hear the difference. Jisoo sings one more time this time doing as Teddy request. She couldn’t hear the difference but she sure could see the excitement across from her. “How did that sound?” Rosie comes running from the other side of her. “So good unnie! Stay here we’re going to record the chorus together and then Jennie-unnie and Lisa will do it when we come back from Hawaii”
The girls and Teddy continue for about another hour or two. But around 3 am they all decide to head back to the dorm. Proud of something they have all created, so excited that they can’t wait to share their hard work with the maknae. By the time their arrive at their dorm, there wasn’t much room for conversation. They had a full schedule of fittings, sessions, lessons and rehearsals. Despite these days being the most exhausting the girls find it comfort in it. Knowing that one day they’ll be able to share their passion with the world once again.
3 days later…
Mina and Lisa had spent the last couple of days attached at the hip. Despite their own morning schedules and prior commitments. Whether that be Lisa speaking to Alice about the final details of what she has to do when she comes back. Or Mina spending some time with her family running the smallest most mundane errands they still kept in touch with one another. There is this looming feeling of course that they’re doing this because of today. It’s Sunday morning and Lisa’s flight back to Korea is tonight, even though they spent the rest of their time together no one dare mentioned what was going to happen tonight. Let alone what they were going to say to each other. For Mina this week has given her so much inspiration that for the first time in a long time she started writing a song. While Lisa has done her best to distract herself, until this morning when she looked over at the letter she had wrote Mina during their picnic date.
She wanted to make sure that this letter conveys everything that she needs it too. Deep down she wishes she could just peak inside of Mina’s mind to know what she’s going to decide. They had spent every night together and by the time she woke up this morning Mina was already out the door.
She’d taken up running since she’s gotten here because she wasn’t just going to pick up another Muay Thai trainer. She doesn’t mind frankly it’s just like dancing but a little less movement a little more repetition. Lisa’s seen how much it’s given her some release, especially since she’s made sure that all of their sexual encounters have been due to Mina’s action not hers.
Lisa wants to make sure that all interactions are under Mina’s control. “Aiko can I bring you back to Korea with me?” Lisa half jokes trying to distract herself from thinking about Mina and their looming goodbye.
“I would love too—but I’ve been working for the Myouis for almost 12 years now I don’t think they’d take kindly to me leaving.” Aiko answers honestly, Lisa can only nod her head. Despite only being here for a week she’s gotten very close to the older woman. They spoke about how she came about working with Myoui family. Lisa especially liked it when she’d add some anecdotes about watching Mina grow. Especially the rare moments that Mina was able to come home for the holidays when she was a trainee. How much the girl had changed when she first moved to Korea. Describing the fight that Mina got in with her parents when she spoke about quitting ballet to pursue being an idol.
Her parents had asked the older woman if she believed that younger girl could do. Aiko remembers looking at her parents after the fight going, if that find doesn’t convince you how much she wants this I don’t know what will. Mina had figured out all of the details of her migrating to Korea. It’s as if she couldn’t fall for Mina even more.
“I understand—I just hope I get to see you soon” Lisa sighs, prepping to wash her plates. For the first couple of days a lot of the staff tried to protest her from cleaning up after herself. But the stubborn Aries refused, if she was taught anything as a younger girl, always clean after yourself. “Of course you will-the family seems to be very fond of you because I know I am” smiling at the younger girl. Hearing that statement warms Lisa’s heart, she doesn’t want to get her hopes up about a possibility with Mina. But at least she knows that she’s made a very good impression with Mina’s family.
As Aiko continues to speak about her past work history with the family. She hears some staff softly greet someone and there’s only one person who can walk in without making a sound and yet get everyone’s attention. It’s simply Mina. “—Aiko please stop embarrassing me some more! I was so young—Lisa’s already got so much ammo against me” Mina moans hugging the older woman from the back resting her chin on the woman’s shoulder. But the woman is a little shorter than the girl. Lisa shakes her head as a response to her statement. “And who am I going to tell? Raychan? My cats?”
Mina lets out a little giggle, as she preps her plate. Aiko and Lisa keep talking and Mina couldn’t help but smile at how well Lisa gets along with one of the most important people in her life. After grabbing a plate for herself she takes a sit next to Lisa. Without thinking twice about it Lisa grabs a napkin for Mina and places it under her plate. Mina can tell it’s second nature as Lisa didn’t break any eye contact with Aiko. She listens intently as the two women keep talking about everything and anything.
Lisa briefly discusses her upbring in Thailand and what it was like being raised mostly by a single mother and her grandparents. What her earlier memory was about dance and Aiko mentions how she fell upon the job with Myoui family. Mina likes hearing such a human part of Lisa, being in the industry everyone talks about other idols god like. The unapproachable beings that only socialized with their group. But to it’s nice to reminded how human they actually are.
Aiko begins to wrap up everything she had made for the girls turning away from Lisa. “Do you want to go for a walk after this?” Mina questions, Lisa turns to her. Watching her eyes soften at the woman’s invite, “Yes—I’m going to head up and shower then I’ll meet you in the sunroom?” Lisa questions reaching to put her hand on Mina’s neck rubbing it a little.
Mina’s cheeks betray her by burning bright red. Right before Aiko turns Lisa excuses herself, to say her goodbyes. “Aiko—” Lisa gently says trying to get her attention. Lisa bows down to the ground showing extreme gratitude. “Oh dear,” she tries to bend down but struggles to do so. Lisa stops her mid-way, “Please I just wanted to say thank you for taking care of me this whole week. May I give you a hug?” Lisa request, Aiko of course doesn’t hesitate pulling her into a hug.
“I’m going to miss you Lisashi” Aiko squeals making Lisa laugh, “Have a safe flight and don’t be stranger” Aiko warns, Lisa furiously nods, “Of course” she gives her one last goodbye before heading up the stairs. Mina finds the whole interaction adorable, “She’s a good one” Aiko mumbles to no one in particular. Mina decides not to engage not knowing what that was supposed to mean. She grabs the phone the nurse left on the counter for her, she’s finally texting her fighting friends;
[Momoring 🍑🩷 ]
I’m not going to help you with this one Momoring. I love you but you have to figure this out on your own.
[Jihyo 🦉💛 ]
It seems to me like you’ve already made up your mind. I’m sorry for the circumstances in which your relationship was formed. But I’m sure there was love there, I think it’s a great idea to see how the distance and the time difference adjusts your relationship. But I also know that if you’re already this sure, you should talk to him. I am well thank you for checking in. One day I hope I’m ready to talk to you about all of this.
As for the message to Jihyo she can’t help but hesitate. She’s seen the way this relationship has unfolded. Either her friend is really good at pretending or somewhere in all of that pretending she said what she said she did. And all of it got lost within their make pretend relationship which is a can of worms to tackle all on its own. She feels her phone vibrate to see Jihyo respond but not Momo.
[Jihyo 🦉💛 ]
I’m glad to hear you’re doing well. I miss you.
Is all the message says. Nothing that acknowledges what the younger girl. Just an acknowledgement on how she’s doing and a part of her knows that’s Jihyo just respecting her space. She finishes eating her meal and cleans up after herself. Soon after she makes her way to the sunroom just as her and Lisa have plan to meet. All of yesterday all Mina could think about Lisa departing and how the whole thing has made her stomach upset. She’s grown very fond of the energetic girl. Somehow being the more extroverted one in the dynamic she still knows how to adjust to her.
All day she’s racked her brain on what to say but her brain and her heart are at crossroads. Her brain knows that truly what she’s got with Lisa is true and innocent. Yet without all of this privacy can they truly thrive. Can this be something they should sustain. But her heart, God does her heart crave Lisa, no matter what that may mean.
Her mind is sharp and there’s never a dull moment with her. Their conversation could be the deepest parts of the world or it could be the surface of the air right in front of them. She doesn’t mind listening to the girl nor does she mind talking to her at all. She herself doesn’t even know what she’s going to decide. She’s hoping that this walk could solidify or bring some light as to where the girl may be swaying. She knows that all this time Lisa has said that the ball is in her court but it would be selfish not to take her thoughts and feelings into consideration.
“Are you ready?” Lisa smiles with her hair still wet with jeans and t-shirt on. Mina pulls her attention back from nature to look at Lisa. She simply nods her head and reaches her hand out for Lisa to take. Once they’re out of the house neither girls knew how to start let alone where so instead they start with their mornings.
“How was your morning?” Mina starts the conversation for once, usually Lisa would’ve gone through how much she’s going to miss Japan by now. Yet she’s being quite the opposite, timid—quiet almost as if she’s elsewhere.
Lisa looks down at Mina finally providing her with some eye contact, she waits a moment to answer. “It was good, I went for a run—and then I chatted it up with my best friend Aiko.” She jokes her chuckle is dry and Mina can sense her anxiety.
Mina begins to rub circles on her hands trying to subtly soothe her. “What about you?” Lisa takes a deep breath, she assumes that Mina will turn away from her due to her pattern. But instead the girl focuses her eyes even more, as if trying to read her.
“It was good, I went on a much longer walk this morning which pushed everything back that’s why I was a little late. But I’m glad Aiko kept you company.” Mina smiles bringing some comfort to Lisa.
They get quiet again unsure of what to say or where to go next. Mina’s attention peaks as finds herself experiencing some déjà vu to their first date. She wonders if this was deliberate but Lisa once again looks like she’s elsewhere. “Penny for your thoughts?” Mina softly tugging her arm down, but Lisa avoids gazing at her.
“You know I have a tendency to ramble so when we get to the tree I’m going to give you the letter I wrote for you that day—and we can go from there?” Lisa requests and Mina nods.
The girls enjoys the rest of their walk quietly just enjoying each other’s time together. This is one of those things that Mina always looked for in a partner, the ability to just be with each other. When they arrive Lisa plants herself down by the tree resting her back on the root. She spreads her legs tapping on the space as she looks up at Mina, who’s now profusely blushing.
But she doesn’t protest, she plants herself right between the girls’ legs resting parts of herself right on top of Lisa. She takes the letter out from her pocket handing it to Mina. In truth Lisa did deliberately plan this down to where she wanted Mina to sit. So if Mina does decide that she doesn’t want to give this a try she’ll have one last memory of them being what could’ve been.
Mina slowly opens the letter;
Dear Minari,
Thank you. I know we’d promised each other to stop saying that but I don’t think there will ever be enough thank yous to express how much you’ve changed a lot for me. I meant every word I said when we had our first kiss. My feelings for you are as true as they come but if you are too weary and would rather this go no further than this week I will understand. Until then I’d like to talk about you and us and how all of this has made me feel.
I still remember the first day we met. I remember our conversation that made me feel better. I still remember how your words made me smile unknowingly and made me feel alive. I still can feel things, I still can love and be loved. You made me feel a lot better, you made me feel alive again and in the end I started falling for you.
Unexpectedly I met you and unexpectedly you helped me heal. We’d always known about each other because despite having a big following the industry is still small. But you have changed me completely for good. You became one of the reasons for me to feel better, to be the cheerful like before. I started falling for you forgetting every betrayal hurt from the past.
It's so crazy what this feeling does for you. You honestly go from being so lonely and not liking anyone and being okay with being single to falling head over heels for someone. It’s that kind of feeling that is so innocent.
I’ll always be here for you, no matter the outcome.
xoxo,
Lalisa
It’s everything Mina needed to hear. All week she’d been riding this rollercoaster. She doesn’t want Lisa to feel obligated to stay in this because it makes of how it’s been this all week. She wants both of them to be in this because they actually want to try it. And from this letter alone Mina can see how willing Lisa is.
The Thai girl can see when Mina finishes reading and anticipates her response. Mina neatly folds the letter back; “Do you mean it?” she can’t help but ask, it makes the girl chuckle sweetly. Lisa nuzzles her face in the space between Mina’s shoulders and head planting a soft kiss on her way down. “Every word—” she pauses.
“If this is it.” Lisa surely says. “--Then that’s alright this is something I can cherish, and I’ll see you around the industry. Or whenever our schedules and paths cross again, I know it rarely happens because of certain circumstances and you know that’s something we can deal with. I just need you to know that at the end of this I’m not just going to abandon you because of your choice. I was and am your friend first. I know that we’ll always have each other, especially if we have someone like Jihyo who’s well enough to know that we can’t seem to say no to her. Honestly I’m thankful that we’ve got someone like her because—”
“Lisa.” Mina sternly speaks trying to interrupt Lisa before she either spirals or just continues to ramble. Lisa pines looking ahead of Mina, and it makes the girls giggle, “I’m doing it again huh?”
Mina nods her head planting a kiss on Lisa’s cheek, “I—” she pauses, and she can feel how tense Lisa’s demeanor just got. Mina gets up from her position wanting to face Lisa, she doesn’t exactly know what or how she’s going to say it. But she wants to be able to see Lisa’s face when she says this, “This week has been amazing—for the first time in 5 years I felt normal. I felt like a teenager who is going through her first crush. Someone whose face isn’t recognized 3 seconds but instead just a girl getting to know someone who she’s developed feelings for. You helped remind me that I’m not some basket case by being here. You don’t treat me nor do you look at me like everyone else has been looking at me since I landed. You’ve respected everything I’ve thrown at you and—” she pauses, and Lisa can feel the air from her lungs leave.
Anticipating what’s about to come out of Mina’s mouth, “--someone would be stupid to let something like that go. I meant what I said. Whoever made the mistake of even thinking about letting you go and playing with your emotions doesn’t know what they’ve truly lost. And I am not going to let myself be stupid—I want to try this with you. It’s going to be slow and it’s going to a lot for the both of us to figure out but I want this—I want you.” Lisa can’t tell whether she wants to faint or kiss Mina so instead she just pulls her into a hug.
“Are you sure?” Lisa questions one last time, instead of saying anything else Mina just nods her head on Lisa’s chest. The looming doom that both girls had been trying to ignore the last couple of days leave. It’s replaced by love and relief; they don’t quite want to get into the logistics of it all right now. For now, they want to enjoy each other.
A few minutes later they let go of each other. “What time do you have to go today?” Mina asks pulling away from Lisa sitting back down. Lisa grabs her phone from her pocket to check Alice’s reminder texts.
[AliceUnnie 🖤 ]
Hey, I know you probably won’t read this because you’re too busy with your person. BUT PLEASE DON’T BE LATE! THIS ISN’T LIKE A PUBLIC AIRLINE LISA THIS IS A PRVIATE SERVICE. Your flight takes off at exactly 6pm, please be ready by 4. I better get a text from you at like 4:30 that you’re already in the car on your way. Anyways I’m arranging for our day tomorrow I can’t wait to hear all about this holiday! Have a safe flight!
“I have to leave in an hour.” She stuff her phone back in her pocket wanting to give all attention her attention to Mina. The girls goes back to hugging her even tighter, “Listen to me—”
“We don’t have to talk about this now—”
“No I want too—I don’t want you to think that I’m neglecting you because there was never a conversation—so is it okay if I start?” Lisa nods.
“I don’t know how long I’ll be on hiatus, I think that’s the part the made me very anxious about wanting to keep this going with you. You’ve been so patient with me, and I can see now that you’re so understanding. A lot of people are expecting a lot of things from me as soon as I get back to Korea. I just don’t want you to regret this—I just want you to understand that it’s going to take some time.” Mina describes, Lisa cutely puts her hands up not wanting to interrupt but wanting to soothe some of her anxiety.
“Mina—I’m not expecting anything from you. Not to say that how you are now isn’t related to this relationship, but I am the last person you must worry about disappointing. You’ve got a lot of other priorities before me and I know that. Just talk to me. Communicate, I’m sorry I missed your call—I was A, B, C , and D. Because all I need is reassurance that we’re still doing this together. We don’t have to think about what we’re going to do when you come back to Korea because honestly we can cross that bridge when we get there. As of now take the time you need to feel better about being back and learning to love what you’ve worked so hard for. I’ll say it once and I’ll keep saying until you believe yourself—you belong up there.” Lisa’s never been this clear before and both of them notice is. She doesn’t say too much, she doesn’t ramble and instead she says the perfect thing.
“God what are you doing to me!” Mina shouts (at least her version of shouting as she tries to hide her blushing face in Lisa’s chest. She doesn’t know how to respond so she just starts rubbing the back of the girls head. “I’m sorry?”
“Oh stop it.” Mina pouts saying it in the cutest voice, “I do have one question, my personal manager—Alice. I want to tell her—but before you ask no—no one knows that I’m here—why—who I’m here for—but she well she’s to be ready to be there for me. More importantly she wants to be ready for us—verbatim I will do anything for you to stay happy—so is it okay if I tell her it’s you? She’ll be even more protective.” Lisa’s once again back to rambling despite getting through the most nerve-racking part of their conversation she can’t help but get nervous. “Okay.”
“What?”
“I said—” she leans over planting a kiss on her cheek, “Okay—now let’s get your stuff ready. It’s already 3:30—I just got Alice on my side I wouldn’t want to mess up my chances already.” Mina jests, before they get up Lisa pulls her into one more hug.
When they arrive back at the house, despite not having slept in her room in the last couple of days Lisa begins to pack her bags. Mina doesn’t dare watch her knowing that there is a possibility of her tears falling. This week has been so nurturing for her both mentally and romantically everyone around her had feared that Lisa was going to be a distraction. When in reality she’s been the opposite, therapy, medication and physical therapy has helped her health but Lisa has helped her breathe again. She can’t quite explain it any better than that so the idea of seeing her leave breaks her heart.
Lisa comes out of her room with her bags and the typical idol get up. Dark clothes, hat covering most of her face, a mask hanging from her ear and sunglasses. “A car just pulled up—I’m assuming that’s for you?” Mina questions in her puppy voice breaking Lisa’s heart. All she can do is nod, Lisa puts her bags down cupping Mina’s face into a kiss. Mina wraps her arms around the girls waist hoping and praying that time pauses right here, right now. Their lips familiarize themselves with each other one last time until they hear another beep from outside. “I’ll text you as soon as I land okay?” Lisa promises, she hears Mina try to cover her sniffling but fails to do when Lisa lifts her head.
Her eyes are a little red evident with some tear stains following after them. “I’m just a phone call away.” Lisa caresses her cheeks, another beep comes from the outside. They both groan as a reaction, “I really have to go” she regretfully says placing her forehead right onto Mina’s.
The girl nods her head grabbing Lisa’s bag heading down the stairs. They share one last hug, Lisa’s the first to let go as the driver is waiting for her. Before she gets in the car she looks back one last time at a teary-eyed Mina then gets into the car. Her heart is ecstatic to be Mina’s girlfriend but it grieves to have to leave her.
[AliceUnnie🖤]
I’m on my way to the airport.
She regretfully sends trying to ignore the heaviness in her chest. It doesn’t take Alice less than 2 minutes to call Lisa;
‘Hello, unnie? Is something wrong?’
‘Ha-wait what’s wrong? Why are you sad? You just spent a whole week with someone you like and you’re sad why?’
‘Unnie—’ Lisa moans and groans quietly in the back of the car trying to make sure that they don’t hear enough of her conversation.
‘What happened it didn’t work out—what do I have to prep a hot bath and your favourite comfort meal or do I have to prepare champagne and a reservation at our favourite barbecue just tell me.’ The panic in her tone very clear. Lisa appreciates how much Alice has grown to know her.
‘I think both. We are together—’ she pauses for a moment hearing Alice gasp for a second and then returning to her composure.
‘But I hated having to leave…’ Lisa pauses anticipating to say Her unsure of how Alice would react.
‘Leave…’ she hums waiting for Lisa to say anything a noun—but more importantly a name. But instead of saying it Lisa sends her a text.
[AliceUnnie 🖤 ]
Mina.
‘Who?’
‘How many of those do you know?!’ she exclaims wanting to jump out of her seat. There may be a lot of commonalities among idols but when it comes to foreign idols there’s only one Lisa. And there sure as hell only one Mina.
[AliceUnnie 🖤 ]
From Twice.
The call gets quiet, Lisa is unsure if it’s tension she senses, excitement, or merely someone processing what she’s just said. But Alice is yet to say a word. Lisa doesn’t interrupt her process of course. She doesn’t want her to get to something too soon. The car arrives at the private airport and Alice still has yet to say anything. It’s been about 5 minutes now, ‘Unnie—my flight is going to take off in 20 minutes—you’ve got to say something now.’
She hears the older woman clear her throat, ‘So—you planned a trip to Japan to go see—despite—the fact that they just went on a—Lisayah! Did you ask for permission that’s so invasive what if they we’re—’
‘Unnie they invited me. We’d been speaking to each other the last 4 months, morning, noon and night they are the first person I think of. And the first person I want to hear from when I wake up—and by some miracle they feel the same way’
‘Are you ready for this?’
Now it’s her who’s left in silence, when it came to Jennie she’d always figured it’s going to be easier. They’re from the same company—shit they’re from the same band. They didn’t have to involve so many people (despite doing just that) to conceal their relationship. But now it’s totally different, Mina is from a different company and from a different band. A fandom that can’t seem to get along with theirs and keeps pitting them against each other.
‘I don’t think I’ll ever be ready but I want to try with her. We’ve got time unnie—they’re not sure when they’re going to come back and I sure as hell am not going to force them for a timeline. For right now, we’re taking things slow and I’m offering them nothing but love and support’
‘Okay—we’re still keeping this between you and me. I hope you know that I will start prepping—starting now I’m going to start driving you around everywhere—’
‘Wait—what—why?’
‘Lisayah you’re forgetting I’ve been doing this for a while now and I know how this goes. Plus, it won’t raise any suspicion when she returns and you begin to want me to take you everywhere to see her.’
‘Wah—I’m not going to want to see the—wait—You’d do all of that for me?’
‘Why wouldn’t I? Listen I’ve got to get some things started for when you return and for the latter. I’ll see you at the airport in a few hours’
‘Okay—unnie thank you’
The phone call ends as she guides herself through security onto the private waiting area. The attendant tells her that she’s about to board any minute. As she waits she decides to finally catch up with her messages. The guilt is finally getting the best with her.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
I’m holding up. It’s tough not having her around and just trying to manage 7 other people’s emotions when I’m trying to moderate my own. How long are you home for?
[Rosie 💩🐿️]
I hope you’re having a good time and I can’t wait to show you the songs we just started working on. I’m really excited to see you and hang out in Hawaii!
[Mae 🩷 ]
I love you, my sweet daughter I hope you’re doing well.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
I’m sorry it’s been so tough. Have you been doing something for yourself? You need time too.
[Jihyosi 🦄🍭 ]
I’ll never know what it’s like to be a leader but I do know what it’s like to be human. You need to be able to process everything too. Have you consoled Daniel?
[Rosie 💩🐿️ ]
Ooooh I love a new song. I can’t wait to hear it Posie! I am so excited to see you and spend some time relaxing in Hawaii.
[Mae🩷]
I am doing more than well Mae. I miss you! Please try to book your next flight back to Korea because I am more than excited to tell you about my trip and let you meet who I went to see.
“Miss whenever you are ready—we’re ready for you to head out. She looks up from her phone sending one last texts to the most people. Lisa simply nods getting up from her chair and heading out to the tarmac to board the plane. This time she doesn’t have the luxury of a private airport. This time she has to bare the public which isn’t naturally a bad thing because she’s sure no one knows her flight information.
[Minari 🐧 ]
I’m about to take off. I miss you already, I’ll text you when I land. I can’t wait to hear about what you had for dinner.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Can I also shamelessly ask you to send me some of your favourite cookies because…I understand now.
Lisa arrives in Korea a little after 7pm. She decides to focus on getting herself out of the airport first before returning any of the messages she might’ve received. Manager unnie is the first person to greet her on the tarmac pulling her into one of the longest hugs she’s ever been a part of. She grabs the younger girls bags off of her shoulders. “It’s okay I can carry it.”
“Will you stop it. Now tell me everything—” Lisa pauses for a moment looking at everyone around her. There’s guards, drivers, airport staff. Alice couldn’t possibly mean right now, “I’d like to wait until we’re in the car please.” Lisa bows her head down not wanting to make any more eye contact. It’s suspicious to the press enough that none of them knew that she flew out of the country. She wants to make sure that when she does share this information it’s just her and Alice.
The manager follows her gaze clearing her throat, “Right sorry—this is why I drove here. As soon as they escort us back to my car we’ll be golden.” The younger girl stays silent, netizens were cruel and unforgiving when it came to Jennie and Kai. She can’t even imagine what it would be like for Lisa and Mina. It might just lead to another hiatus.
When they get to a more public area the louder the whispers became, the brighter the lights are. She may not be so recognizable with all of her face covered. But Alice is known within the fathom. She hears a lot of people chanting her name and a lot of hands reaching out to her, she grabs what she could until the paparazzi’s catch wind of her arrival. That’s when her circle got tighter and she could no longer reach out for letters.
She says thank you every now and then, and a hello here and there until she gets to the car. The girls are silent until they are on the highway. Something about having some lip readers within the vicinity of the airport wouldn’t either of them.
“Mina?” Alice tries her best to start the conversation with Lisa, who’s now blushing like crazy. She looks over at the younger girl who’s currently looking over some photos. Lisa looks up and Alice tries her best to act as if she hasn’t been peaking over at her phone.
“Yes” is all Lisa says unsure what she wants to say or how to start all of it. “Can I be candid?” Alice wonders, Lisa head tilts uncertain she’s about to reveal.
“With caution I suppose—” Lisa giggles nervous to hear what the older woman has to say. Alice playfully pokes the younger girl trying to ease her anxiety. “It’s nothing like that—I just want to know when it all started. How did you even have time—also I’m pretty sure like a month or two ago you and Jennie were fighting which I know you said you don’t ever want to talk about. But like I just what?!”
Lisa giggles at how baffled she sounds because she doesn’t have any observers or anyone to talk about this with. It does feel out of place, “Do you remember when I went out with Jihyo as a celebration of all of our birthdays? Like right before we left Korea?”
Alice nods, “Well that was a week after I messed up my knee—so I was having a lot of trouble walking on it. In fairness I know I told you I didn’t have any alcohol—” she pauses, Alice rolls her eyes she’s known that when Lisa reports that she’s going to have a quiet night in. It usually means quite the opposite, there’s been a few times when Lisa’s had a quiet night in at her apartment. Which meant her and BamBam start their night there but then end up leaving and doing other things. JBs always called up a little after 2 am to take them both home.
“—I may have. I missed hanging out with Jihyo and we were all just going through it—and we just wanted to take a load off—I had one too many drinks and my knee started acting up and for the rest of the night she just carried me around. A few weeks later she had a knee injury almost similar to mine, but she got surgery and we just never stopped talking” Lisa reminisces.
“When we first performed at Coachella, she was one of the first people to call and congratulate me. It’s just little things like that. We just spoke to each other every day and it’s just sooo—nice. It wasn’t one sided either—she talked to me about everything and anything. I can’t really pinpoint when it just turned from being friends to being more but it just did” Lisa coos at the beginnings of her relationship with Mina.
“But the hiatus I meant what I said Lisa—she got away from it all for a reason—I love you but did you—”
“Unnie—I understand I asked her 3 times probably even more. When I got there, I checked in with her multiple times letting her know that if she wanted me to go I would. I didn’t have to stay. I know what my status is, I know what I stand for and I know the industry that made me. That’s why I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it in the first place, but she assured me multiple times that she wanted to see me. Not Lisa from Blackpink which—”
“—Means a lot for you. I’m glad you continuously asked and I’m glad she continuously reassured you.”
“Of course, unnie, I like her but I would never do that. She’d been confiding in me the last couple of months and it’s taking multiple conversations about each and everything for her to finally decide to go on hiatus. There wasn’t even a second where I was hoping she stayed for my sake so I could see her. I always encouraged her to go” Lisa sighs thinking about all those panic attacks she’d endured over the phone trying to calm Mina down. She’s seeing so much progress already but of course that just might be because she felt the need to mask while Lisa was there.
“So, you guys are officially together?” Alice questions, they didn’t really label themselves as girlfriends. They sort of agreed on giving their relationship a try which is another way of saying they are girlfriends. Right?
“I—” Lisa pauses pondering about it “Yes and no. We didn’t really ask each other to be each other’s girlfriends we just agreed to try this—isn’t that the same thing?” Lisa looks over at the senior who is chuckling and shaking her head no.
“No but it’s a step towards that—asking her to be your girlfriend is like a declaration that you don’t want anyone else but her and that you’re committed because—”
“Wait so does that mean she’s can still talk to other people and have feelings for other people and—”
“Lalisa—relax I think her inviting you to Japan where you met her parents—and spent the whole week with her after only speaking to each other for what--?”
“3-4 months” she answers.
“She still developed feelings for you and didn’t send you away. Besides I think it’s a great idea not labeling it right now—it might only make her feel like she has to return soon to make you happy which I know you didn’t say to her” Alice says questioning the last bit of her rant to which Lisa happily confirms. Maybe that’s why didn’t exactly use the term girlfriends because of the pressure that it might put on Mina.
“Okay—I’ve just never done this before and she’s—well she’s so different unnie. She doesn’t come off as an idol in the best possible way—she’s so human and none of this has taken that away from her. She’s like a breath of fresh air—especially when she speaks I could listen to her for hours” Lisa coos gazing out the window, Alice takes a quick glance at how happy Lisa is.
“I like seeing you like this…I meant what I said on the phone earlier, I will do everything I can to make sure that what you have with Mina stays sacred” she starts, Lisa nods her head in appreciation.
“But I know a part of you already knows that you guys are probably just going to be bound to your apartment or hers. Or Japan?” Alice advises, but Lisa already knew that. Japan is such a private country rarely does she feel like she’s being watch unlike here in Korea.
“I understand—I’ve been trained to know that since I was 14, it doesn’t come as a surprise. Besides—I think she’ll be in Japan for a while. I like having a reason to go out there—a lot more privacy” she shrugs, her manager pulls up to her complex’s driveway and parks the car. Alice glances at Lisa who sends one last text, “Thank you for everything unnie.”
“You and me against the world kid.” She jests turning the car off, grabbing Lisa’s bags. The girls grab the bags from the older woman giving her one last hug, “I’ll see you at exactly 10 am—deal?”
Lisa nods her head, holding onto the older woman a little longer than they’re both used to. Lisa’s found a lot of comfort in Alice. Yes, her bandmate advocates for her often but behind the scenes Alice has done so much for Lisa. A lot of the reason why Lisa was able to do a lot especially about seeing her family when she first debut was because of Alice. It was only six months since they first met but the older woman couldn’t help but sympathize with Lisa. She’s so family oriented and selfless, she knew that no amount of shopping or food could heal the girls wounds from being a trainee than being around her family.
“Deal” she winks before walking into the apartment. The doorman greets her and so does the front desk attendant. They welcome her back and letting her know that her packages will be delivered up to her apartment. Making a note that she’s accrued a few while she’s been away.
[Rosie💩🐿️]
Glad to have you back!
[Jichu 🐰 ]
As annoying as you are I’m excited to see you!
[Minari 🐧 ]
I miss you already but somehow my parents have shared that they missed you more…lol
[Minari 🐧 ]
It’s quiet without you here. Is it even possible to physically miss someone.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Let me know when you land 💛
[Minari 🐧 ]
Hi, my love, I’m back home. I just walked in through the door.
[Minari 🐧 ]
Hey—I get it I miss them too. How’d the rest of your night go?
Lisa begins to unpack her things and taking out a much bigger suitcase. Their trip to Hawaii is thirty percent a vacation and seventy percent work. So, she’s got one night to pack for a whole month for tropical weather. It’s part of the reason why she’s going out shopping with Alice tomorrow. Last she had time to be at the tropics was in Thailand with the girls and that was a year ago. Surely the trends have retired and news ones have come up, or she excuses Their stylist had given her some ideas about what to aim towards hoping that she can have a quick shopping trip.
On the other side of town 3/4’s of Blackpink decided to go for dinner. They wanted to celebrate and treat themselves for all the hard work they’d done in the last two weeks.
“Righ—uhmm—I am moving out.” Jisoo and Rosie are quiet. They know that soon enough that dorm was going to get too big for all of them. And that at the end of the day they’re going to need to live on their own. But they didn’t think it would be so soon. Lisa left a year ago and now they’re losing Jennie too.
“Congratulations and also wow.” Jisoo comments, but honestly, they just didn’t expect it so soon. Rosie smiles trying to keep her tears from coming out. But she fails, “Chaeyoung…” Jennie chuckles at the youngest reaction. She switches her seat to get closer rubbing the tears in her eyes.
“I just—everything there—” she sighs, pulling herself closer to the blonde. Rubbing her back trying to comfort the younger girl. “As of recently—our dorm reminds me of her—and I thought—I’d hope that not being there will help me move on. Because—I feel pathetic.”
Jisoo sighs exchanging a look with Rosie. Before coming to dinner, they both had open the topic of feeling anxious about their trip to Hawaii. As much as they love both girls they just don’t need/want another repeat of tour. Rosie just doesn’t think she can do it. Having Lisa’s attention without a hint of a romantic undertone is killing her. As for Jisoo is tired of being so divided. She just wants them all to be together again. They both hope that with all of these activities planned for them, there’s no chance of a fight brewing.
“Do you really love her?” Jisoo questions, wanting and hoping that Jennie is either ready to let her go or fight for her. Jisoo wants to give Jennie one final attempt.
“What do you mean?” Jennie questions, unaware of what she’s trying to get at. But Jisoo sees the waiter walking over to their table and waits to speak. They order another round of beer and meat.
“Do you really love her? Do you think that you’ll feel incomplete without having given yourselves a chance to be together? Do you think there will be anyone else?” She questions, Nini takes her time. Looking back on her relationship with Kai and everything she’s done with Lisa. It’s almost halfway through this year and there hasn’t been anyone else. There’s no one else that could measure up to how much love she has for Lisa. All this time it’s like her life is this drab and grey feeling all around her. She’s gets fleeting moments every now and again when Lisa’s around.
“No—I’ve never felt like that before. Not even with Kai.”
“What do you want to do about it—“
“I ca—“
“What do you want to do about it? I think you should make one final attempt. One more—and we’re going to help you.” This is news to Jennie but more importantly Rosie. How can she even stomach helping someone she’s in love with fall in love with someone else.
Chaeyoung face protests but Jisoo’s eyes bulge out threateningly. “Yeah—just let us know” Rosie sighs, Jisoo knows it’s unfair but that a different conversation.
“How—I don’t even know where to begin. Besides I’m pretty sure she’s talking to someone—“
“None of those matters. We’re going to have to go old school.” Jisoo sighs taking a big gulp of beer. The two girls still unsure what plan she’s brewing.
“…We’re going to make her jealous.” she simply states, the two girls exchange looks and chuckle. But the eldest doesn’t find them funny at all because she is very serious. Lisa may not be the most vocal about her jealousy but it’s there.
“That’s it? That’s your big plan to get Lisa to love me again? Make her jealous isn’t that the complete opposite of what I should do? I feel like I’ve crossed—“
“Do you want to fight for her yes or no?” Jisoo sternly questions, “Of course, I do.”
“Then follow everything I have to say. Everything will start as soon as we get out of here—we’re going to be away for a month. No interruptions and even if she’s seeing someone she won’t be seeing them for a month. You’ve got one month if you follow everything I say—by months end she’ll be thinking about you again.” Jisoo confidently says but it doesn’t feel good. Rosie’s still unsure about her involvement.
“This doesn’t feel right—“
“How am I even involved in this?” Rosie speaks up, Jisoo sighs, “It’s going to take a lot of convincing and hard work but you two are going to have to really play it up—” the two girls exchange a look with one another. They’re close truly they are, they are as close as any friend can be but that just doesn’t seem plausible.
“She’s never going to buy it” Jennie speaks plainly and Rosie nods. “I mean I love you unnie I do but there’s never been a moment of romance between you and me—”
“It’s not about her buying it—it’s just the idea of Nini moving on. I mean if someone who says they were in love with me just a month ago somehow moved on from me after barely a month I would be a little mad. Furious. I would see it as something like a game to that person. As if they can just move on from one person to the next. The importance of all of this is execution and expectation” Jisoo rambles as if she’s been thinking about this for a while now. When in reality it might’ve been the soju and the beer that’s gotten her rambling. She needs her group, her friends and more importantly back together.
She hates this distance that Lisa’s created between all of them. Jisoo knows that there’s no malice against it but she misses the days when they would be in practice together. When they gather for meals like this right before a big trip. Reminiscing about what once was and where they think they’re going to go. But now—rarely do they get this chance with the younger girl. She’s either running off somewhere or just staying at home and using her knee injury as an excuse. Jisoo knows when it’s an excuse because she’ll see the same doctor around the building.
“Expectation and execution—I don’t even—”
“We’re going to start tonight, as soon as we leave this place—there’s been a few people in paparazzi’s outside getting ready to snap photos of us. Just hang onto each other—one of you gets a little tipsy. Then the next morning when we meet up cuddle in the car talk about how sleepy you both are from talking all night and just giggle.” Jisoo deviously sparks but the two girls still are unsure. So unsure that neither of them says anything to promote this plan.
“Look—if you really love her you’re going to have to really truly fight for her and be honest with her this time. This isn’t the time to hesitate. This is the time to just let it all out” Jisoo pauses lining up their shots. Jennie sighs and clearly Rosie’s getting ready to get drunk. Knowing that if she’s going to let this happen or help this happen she’s going to have to be drunk.
“With everything Nini—I mean it but you can’t come in too strong you have to come in at the right time because I know for a fact that if there’s even a sliver of her feeling the same way about you like she did before she’ll always come back—right Chaeyoung?” Jisoo questions asking the blonde for some support but she’s currently a little busy finishing her own bottle of soju.
Jisoo makes a note of this and she knows how unfair she’s being. Asking the blonde for something like this but she hopes to speak about this with her soon.
Rosie peaks through the end of the bottle of the soju looking for more but is disappointed to see nothing. Chaeyoung flags down the waiter and signals for a few more bottles, “Right unnie”
“If you want to really truly win her again—honesty is your best policy. Lisa is not complicated—all she wants is to be loved and from the way she described loving you-“
“She fell in love with you—your courage—how you always stood up for what’s right and no matter the hard work you always stepped up. She—” Rosie pauses not wanting to continue and is trying work up the courage to finally say the truth.
“—She fell in love with your kindness and I think that if she’s seeing that part of you with someone else it will bring something out of her. Something that even she didn’t think she still felt” Rosie adds regretfully, the waiter comes back with more bottles of soju. The blonde doesn’t wait for the other girls to take their shots to keep going with hers. Jennie of course is too deep in thought to even understand where her need to drink even comes from.
Jisoo shakes her head trying to reach out and let her know to stop. Chaeyoung inhales trying to prevent a scoff from coming out.
“You think this will work?” Jennie looks at the girl seriously taking the shot glasses in her hand. Jisoo takes the glasses in her hand as well, “I think you have one more attempt—so let’s cheers to that. And let’s cheers to the end of the era I think the dorm is going to be really quiet without you and I think that Rosie and I are going to have to start looking for apartments as well” Jisoo chuckles but Rosie laughs dryly pouring herself another shot. The two girls wait for the younger girl to pour herself more.
She brings her cups up to the other girls and they cheer. Jisoo continues to plot for the month with Jennie’s full attention and
somewhat of Rosie’s support.
By the end of the night Rosie has consumed a lot more than that she thought and the girls aren’t as prepped for how drunk she actually is. Jennie decides to pay for the bill leaving Jisoo to help Chaeyoung up from her chair. “I know *Hiccup* You know the truth—you—you know how I fee--*Hiccup* for her. You see how I always look at her. Yet here you are asking me to let it go—” she pauses looking up at the older woman trying to withhold her tears. She spins her head at Jennie, which only breaks her even more. Rosie knows deep down that she’s going to help because that’s just who she is. How well she’s going to take it is still up in the air.
*Hiccup* “You’re asking me to help them be together. And you’re using the love that I have for her--*hiccup*knowing that I would do anything to see her happy” she stops, for a moment trying to control her tears.
“You know I would never stand in her way—could you be any crueler” Jisoo looks at her eyes seeing them release a few drops. She looks over at Jennie who is making her way back, “I know. I’m sorry Chaeyoung” she sighs wiping the tears off of her face, “You have to let them go—you have to let her go. Clearly this isn’t going to end any time soon and you’re only going to end up hurting yourself—”
“That’s not your call to make” Is the last thing Chaeyoung says before Jennie puts Rosie’s arms around her waist. Jisoo decides to let that rest and let the girls leave first with her behind smiling. Acting as if they just had the time of their lives, when they get out the restaurants the flashes begin.
Chaeyoung makes small noises as a reaction, Jennie pauses putting herself in front of her. Trying to protect the girl from the flashes as she grabs her hat from her bag. She puts it on the blonde girl and then continues to guide her into the van. Jisoo can’t help but blush herself, she’s got to give her bandmate some props.
Next morning…
Alice comes knocking on Lisa’s door bright and early just as she says. Lisa stumbles to her front door letting her in, “Lisashi you said you’d be ready!” Alice playfully scolds walking over to the kitchen to prep a quick breakfast for the younger girl. Who is now getting ready, “ I know unnie—I was up a little late talking to Mina and I just lost track of time. I’ll be out in 10, we’re going shopping!” Lisa shouts from the other room but the older girl is too busy making the girl something to eat.
As Alice waits for Lisa she couldn’t help but scroll through the news outlets. To see what was going on with the world and to catch up—there was something that Alison had emailed last night but she’s yet to do so. A headline pops up that catches her eyes, apparently the girls were out last night. She can see that they were a little drunk. They all have their own tells, Jisoo just smiles with the glossiest eyes as a reflection from the flashes. Jennie is stumbling and a little giggly. And with each frame from the photos, clearly there’s something very funny at the moment. And Rosie, Rosie is as red as they come it’s like the alcohol immediately betrays her.
“They had a hell of a night last night—” Alice comment sipping on her coffee, “Who had a hell of night last night?” Lisa inquires as she walks behind Alice as she makes her way by the food and red ginseng prepped for her.
“The girls, have you seen the photos?” she questions, Lisa shrugs unaware of the girls whereabouts last night, Alice slides the phone across counter. Lisa scans and scrolls through the photo and is surprised to see Rosie hanging onto Jennie, followed then by a rather romantic gesture.
“They’re very drunk” is all Lisa comments sliding the phone back to Alice. The older girl chuckles finishing her coffee just in time for Lisa to finish hers, “Should we head out? I still have to pack for Hawaii—”
“Promise me you won’t be on the phone with Mina you’re the last to be picked up tonight but that doesn’t mean that you should wait until the last minute. I shouldn’t have to remind you—” Alice advises and Lisa nods as they get into Alice’s car. “Yes. Ma’am” Lisa winks getting in the car, Alice decides to ignore her not wanting to put too much attention on her relationship.
They ride to Hongdae first, it’s always been one of Lisa’s staples. When they were trainees Jennie had taught Lisa and Rosé that to look good doesn’t always mean to buy the most expensive things. The older girl showed them the best places to shop and everyone’s continuously gone back. Granted these days they have to call in advance and request at least 3 hours of just private shopping for themselves. But the shop owners don’t mind, they’ve known the girls for a very long time.
When they arrive in Hongdae Alice drops Lisa off at the back of the shop trying to ensure as much privacy as she can. Lisa respectfully greets the owner excited to grab some new clothes. Alice comes in a little after her and decides to sit right by the register to catch up with the other managers. Apparently all three girls are currently suffering from their little stunt last night. Instead of them running individual errands it’s been postponed. Thankfully none of it was important it and the managers had planned just a day off for them.
Alice chuckles as she rummages through the group schedule and Lisa’s schedule for the next month. Nothing too new and nothing much on the individual end. They did set up a meeting about possibly becoming a judge for a Chinese competition. She knows how much Lisa would love to be a part of something like this. Finally, she able to bring it up she walks up to the girl but Lisa’s phone begins to ring.
Incoming call from Minari🐧
‘Hi!’ Lisa greets excitingly almost letting go of the merchandise in her hand. Alice turns back to her seat. She’s never seen Lisa answer her phone like that for anyone else before. Which can only mean one thing, Mina.
‘Hello—I just wanted to give you a call while I was eating breakfast before I get my phone taken away’
Lisa scoffs, knowing that she doesn’t ever mind waiting until the afternoon to hear from Mina, ‘I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again—I don’t mind waiting until the afternoon to hear from you until the afternoon.’
‘Who says I’m doing this for you? I wanna hear that laugh of yours before I go—it’s like sending me off to a good day’
Alice looks up from her phone to see Lisa brighter than a red light. Squirming like a child not even truly canvassing through the merchandise but just moving to move. Alice can’t help but feel happy to see Lisa like this.
‘You’re literally so far away and yet you’re making me blush like a mad person. Now tell me how’s your morning going so far?’
‘Good—especially now that I’m hearing from you—unnie and I are doing some shopping—’ Alice interrupts her by clearing her throat. There is no unnie and I truthfully it’s just her whose shopping right now.
‘What was that?’
‘Alice-unnie correcting me because I may have lied it’s just me shopping’ the Japanese girl scoffs on the other line followed by a giggle.
‘Tell her I said hi—and how long are you going to be gone for?’
“Unnie you know who says hi!” Mina hears Lisa shout on the other side of the phone. She hears a faint hi before Lisa gets into her Hawaii trip. ‘Well, the girls and I are going to be gone for a month filming content with a hint of a semi vacation. But you know how companies are they’re going to try to fit as much as they can while also painting it as a gift. So, we’re also recording for our new album so a few shoots here and there’
‘Wow—a whole month. I guess there was some things we didn’t talk about’
‘Are you worried?’ Lisa washes over herself with worry to hear Mina’s worried voice.
‘Would you hate me if I said that I am?’ she says barely a whisper.
‘I’d rather you be honest with me and it’s very silly of you to think that I would hate you for sharing your thoughts. Listen, it’s going to be okay. I’m still going to have reception and we’re going to talk as much as you’d like. You need to stay where you are until you’re ready. We’re still working at this and that can look so many ways’
Mina sighs knowing that everything she’s just said is right. This journey of hers is only starting. And the fact that she’s got a beautiful girl who’s doing nothing but supporting her what more is there. ‘I know—I’m just scared that this distance is going to hurt us’ “Mitang it’s time to go.” Lisa hears the familiar voice of the nurse warn her.
‘I understand and that’s valid and I think that fact that wer’re frequently speaking to each other. If we stay honest with how we feel I think we’re going to work at this and learn how to make this ours. I’ll call you later okay—tell Aiko and your parents and brother I say hi’
‘Okay—I will. I’ll talk to you later’
The call ends and Alice can’t help but tease the girl with little winks and kissy faces. “Unnie stop it!” Lisa warns holding a scarf threatening to throw it at her.
Alice puts her hands up, “I’m sorry I can’t help it I love seeing you happy!” Alice squeals, Lisa shakes her head and continues to shop. “Have you spoken to the girls?” Alice casually brings up, Lisa pauses for a moment unsure of what to say or if there’s something she’s hoping to hear.
Lisa clears her throat, “I got a text from Jisoo-ni and Chaeyoung—I heard there was a new song I have to learn—do you have a copy or a sample by chance? Have they worked on choreography?” Alice chuckles at how quick Lisa’s switch back into work mode. It raises some flags that at the mention of the girls she immediately thinks of work. Before everything…whatever that may mean Lisa use to gush over how much she misses Rosie’s appetite because it always matches hers. How much she misses the way Jisoo would always come in with tea every time she was in the studio. And how much she missed Jennie just cuddling with her every second of the day when they were all together.
Recently however it’s all been business. Which of the girls are fitting with me today? Who’s recording and who’s learning the dance today? Have they recorded the chorus—do I need to be there? It’s still all a big mystery to management but she doesn’t want to pry. Groups are very fragile and the last thing that management needs to do is personally pry with whatever is going on. They’ve already pried once and by the looks of it they’ve merely repaired their harmonious work environment and nothing more. But going on a deeper level, the girls dynamic behind the scenes are still about the same.
“They just started recording and arranging with Teddy last night. And from what I can tell is that they’ve got a lot to work out and need your input on a lot. As for the choreography they sent the instrumental to Kyle Tutin so he can get a feel for the direction of the song but other than that nothing to report.” Alice shrugs, Lisa nods and continues to scan through the merchandise.
Lisa and Alice spend a few hours around Hongdae before the girl began to complain about how hungry she is. Alice of course did as she promised when they spoke last night taking her to her favorite restaurant. They get into a conversation about Lisa’s schedule for the next 6 months. It seems that the potential of her becoming a judge for a Chinese competition is becoming real. She’s really excited to be a guide because she can feel a version of herself come out that not a lot of people are privy too. But she also wants to share some strength to these young artists that got her through her training unit. s
The other aspect of the next 6 months is their album. During the tour they had shared with the girls that there is now a large possibility that their next music release will be a full album. Thankfully this time they are able to be a little more hands on about what they want to see in their music.
After that they move onto discussing whether Lisa would like to be present or would she like to virtually participate on the show. “I mean what does November look like for me?” she wonders as to when they’re meant to start shooting the show.
“Depends—everything is sort of spread out at the moment—” Alice mumbles to herself for a couple of seconds scrolling chaotically around on her phone. Lisa giggles watching the older woman trying to gather her thoughts.
“There are few things I can’t move like video shoots, group rehearsals, recording sessions but anything that is just strictly your schedule can be loosely moved. Certain fittings where it’s just you I think—I’m sure we can move that around—so what do you want to do?”
Lisa ponders for a moment; she knows that there is a very big difference of being hands on and being virtually present. “If you’re willing and I’m aware it’s going to be a lot of sleepless nights together because where I go you go—I’d like to be there for the taping of the show. Besides I want to be the best mentor the future has” Lisa explains, Alice is aware how much serious Lisa takes her craft.
“Sounds good—I’ll start moving a few things aro—” her sentence get interrupted by a phone call. She excuses herself and Lisa glances at the time on her phone. It’s a little after 3 pm, she can’t help but want to give Jihyo a call but she doesn’t even know where Twice is right now. And would a call from her help or would it somehow make it all worse. She decides not to let her anxiety get the best of her and dials the call.
‘Hello?’ Jihyo’s unusually soft voice answers the phone, Lisa had completely forgotten about the time difference.
‘Hi—shit sorry Jyo I completely forgot about the time difference—’
‘No—’ Jihyo sighs, she hears some shuffling in the background and a very deeply seeded sigh.
‘—I wasn’t sleeping anyway. Is everything okay?’
‘Yeah—I just—were you talking to Daniel or—’
‘Or. How are you? Are you finally back in Korea?’
‘I’m good and I got back last night. But then I’m leaving for Hawaii with the girls tonight but enough about me I called to talk to you and check in on you—it’s been a tough month for you’
Jihyo is silent on the other line. Alice is still pacing outside the restaurant and Lisa tries to read her body language. But she can’t quite identify what she’s thinking let alone how the conversation is going. ‘Not much has changed. Nayeoni and Jeongyouni aren’t speaking to each other no matter how many times I’ve tried to get them to make up. Sana barely looks up or smiles or anything since the Instagram incident—’ she pauses for a moment unsure of what to say next. Let alone whether or not she should even mention what Momo has said to her and how they haven’t spoken since then.
‘I am reevaluating the truth of my feelings for my long-term boyfriend and Mina’s still gone and I have no one to talk too. It seems to me that the only people that’s keeping us together are the young ones. And they shouldn’t be put in this situation at all’ Jihyo sighs, Lisa of course takes notice on the fact that Jihyo didn’t mention Momo.
‘Yet out of all of us they’re the only ones that seem to be taking it well. They’re stepping up and comforting us—when it should be—me. I shouldn’t be stepping away from my position as leader’ she sighs, there’s nothing that Lisa can say that’ll be good enough. But also, she’s trying to digest all the information handed at her. She’d recently just learned about her and Daniel and suddenly there’s trouble. It felt like just yesterday she was cooing about him. Like they were just planning on seeing each other as soon as all of their plans lined up.
‘Where is this coming from Jyo? You’ve always and you’re always doing right by these girls. Who is telling you otherwise? You are 22 Jyo. 22 just like me and yet you’re much wiser than I will ever be. I wouldn’t be able to do what you do. You are by far the most selfless person I know—so it actually bothers me as one of your closest and dearest friends that someone could make you feel like this’ Lisa tilts her head back trying to hold her tears from forming. The first time she met Jihyo it’s like they’d known each other for years. Jihyo made her feel so comfortable, there was no awkward moments. They laughed like they’d been childhood friends and there was just this genuine friendship that’s just grown so nicely over the years.
Jihyo is silent on the other line. She doesn’t know what to say, maybe it’s the exhaustion of their tour or the late night. But Jihyo can’t help but let the tears fall, she’s crying about the comments of her failed relationship. Her biggest insecurity as leader just breaking her down. And not having the only person she confides too about everything is gone. ‘I’m just really sorry Jihyo. I don’t know what’s going on with Daniel and I sure don’t want to overwhelm you but whenever you’re ready I am here for you. This is just a lot for you to not have someone to turn too’
‘God I miss you—and I won’t see you until what august?’ Jihyo sobs on the other line and Lisa can’t help but laugh at her sobbing friend. Their relationship is so well developed that Jihyo doesn’t take offense to this. If anything, it makes her feel better to hear her friend giggle.
‘Probably but I think we should plan to see each other now. Also stop trying to change the subject—I think it’s time that you stand up for yourself. I think it’s time you show them that you’re just as human as them’ Lisa boldly speaks trying to give Jihyo some strength that she’s clearly lost. It’s very rare that she finds herself in these situations but Lisa is right—she can’t keep letting this get the best of her family.
‘You’re right. I’ll call you tomorrow okay—I need to do this now or else I’ll keep letting this eat away at me.’ Jihyo confidently says and Lisa can see a glance of her friend coming back.
‘Wait to which were you—’
‘I love you—I’ll talk to you soon.’ Jihyo interrupts her and then drops the call.
Jihyo texts the group chat but no response. Instead, she does a group call with the first half of Twice. She didn’t say anything other than to meet in her room right now. Jihyo didn’t let them protest but she made sure to use the tone that everyone fears from her. As for the younger portion of Twice didn’t need much more than just those simple instructions.
She looks at herself in the mirror trying to wipe the tear stains on her cheeks. Just as she said they all show up in front of the door a minute later, when she opens it she points for them to come in. They gather all around her bed and down to the floor. Jihyo situates herself in front of the TV so that she’s able to see everyone.
They can tell that their leaders has been crying, but no one dare speaks let alone ask. “I ca—” she stops for a moment gathering her thoughts and controlling her tears. They’re at the edge of their seat wanting to jump up and just hug her.
“I can’t keep going on like this” she looks at them with those big red eyes. The girls bow their heads in guilt and shame because they know what she’s trying to address. They recognize that she’s addressed them individually but it’s clearly getting the best of their mood maker. “We can’t keep being this, we already don’t have Mina and it’s clearly affecting all of us I know that. But we can’t let her come back to a broken team. She doesn’t need that—we can’t open our arms when we’re miles apart from each other do you understand?” she pauses providing every single person in the room eye contact. She even dares look at Momo.
“I know that you all have your opinions of me and how I run this group. But, deep down I hope that there’s a part of you knowing that I will always do what’s best for the group. And right now, I can’t do that when we’re not talking to each other and we’re islands apart. Nayeoni—Jeongyeoni” she looks at them with those big eyes of hers pleading and yet scolding at them to look at one another. To recognize how childish and how their fight was an overreaction of the situation. And if anything they were simply redirecting their distress of Mina’s departure on one another.
“It doesn’t matter what you guys said to each other that day—just apologized to each other. You being mad at one another for someone else’s departure and whatever reason they may have for leaving isn’t going to bring them back…Mina’s gone—We need to just accept that. If you really need someone to blame fine—blame me but I can’t keep being a leader when it feels like I don’t even have a band—do you understand?” Jihyo questions waiting for them to do something. They exchange looks with one another, tears threatening to come out, but their eyes speak a melody of regrets.
They pull each other into a hug and the rest of the girls can’t help but smile. She moves down to Momo, Jihyo knows that she needs to get this out of the way now. Momo looks around at the girls nervous of the possible questions that might come for her soon after. “I understand” she starts not knowing where she’s going to go and unsure if it’s smart to just ramble on to Momo without giving anyone else in the room context. “—how you feel about me. I understand you’ve got your opinions about the type of leader that I am. I understand that there will never be a day where you don’t see me as someone who caused you pain.” She pauses trying to suck not only her tears but her breath as well. Momo averts her gaze as the guilt of their fight and her treatment continue to build itself up.
“—but for the sake of your best friend and mine. Let’s leave it at that. We don’t have to be friends and I’m not going to force us to be.” Momo can barely look her in the eyes not because of her guilt, now that’s been replaced by shame.
It shouldn’t have come to this.
She didn’t want to lose Jihyo’s friendship but from the way it looks, they’re strictly coworkers now. The girls exchange looks and wait for Momo to respond. Instead, all she does is nod still avoiding the leader’s gaze. They want to protest because how can they possibly move on from this also what happened that it’s gotten them here? But they can’t in conversations like this, the girls recognize that there is no changing Jihyo’s mind.
Jihyo walks over to Sana grabbing her hand and rubbing circles with her thumb. Before she dares speaks she pulls the older girl into a hug “I’m sorry—please don’t push us away. It’s not easy to ask for help and I know it’s not easy keeping this in either. Just know that whenever you’re ready come to us okay. We also recognized that if you need to go because it’s getting too much we support you.” Sana nods her head profusely as the tears begin to fall down her cheeks. Jihyo looks up one more time trying to protest her tears from coming. When she feels them fail to come out she bends down to wipe the tears and Sana’s eyes.
Nayeon clears her throat trying to get their attention, the unnie in her feels like she’s failed to comfort her own friend. She feels like usually in moments like this Jihyo would’ve confided in her by now. Yet having been so caught up in her own shit, she didn’t even notice how much Jihyo’s been bearing all by herself.
“I’m sorry.” She starts, she looks over at everyone and ends with Momo. Something about the conversation between the both of them worries her, she knows how Momo can be.
“We should’ve been there for you too Jyo. You may be the leader of this group but you are our friend before all of that. I’m sorry if we’ve made you feel like that you can’t confide in us because you have to keep face. Not just for yourself but for the whole group too. I think—” she stops for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts. Jeongyeon reaches out to her trying to comfort her and give her the confidence to say this without shedding any tears. She knows how much Nayeon hates crying in front of the girls.
“—I think that we have to take some accountability in failing you and only making you feel like just the leader. And in turn making you feel like you’ve failed us when in reality you’re giving us strength. It shouldn’t have come to this Jihyo. You shouldn’t have to stand in front of us and talk about how you’ve failed us.” She stops for a moment hoping that Jihyo Is hearing her.
“I’m sorry for failing you Jihyo” Nayeon gets up from the bed bowing down to Jihyo. The rest of the girls can’t help but feel the guilt that Nayeon just addressed and they’re quick to follow suit. “We’re so sorry, unnie” the after-school meal club are the first to follow Nayeon. Sana takes her hand from Jihyo’s presences, “Jihyo-yah, I’m sorry”
The older girls are the last to follow, sometimes they’re so busy in seeing her as the leader. That it rarely occurs to them how young she is and how much she’s having to burden. They sure as hell know they wouldn’t be able to do any of it, especially Momo.
Jihyo can’t fight her tears anymore they begin to uncontrollably sob. Nayeon gets up pulling her into a tight hug. A hug they haven’t shared in a while, not since they debuted.
***
“Is Rosie up yet?” Jisoo questions walking out to the living room. Jennie is currently engulfed in a brown teddy bear robe face down on the couch. She doesn’t look up or use her words instead she just grumbles.
“I will take that as a no—how are you?” Jisoo sings, she’s glad to be responsible and not touch more liquor than she could handle. Jennie groans slowly looking up at the eldest girl smiling sipping on her tea, “Why didn’t you stop us?” she groans wanting to lunge at the girl but knowing that she wouldn’t get far.
“I needed—well you guys really needed to sell the whole thing. I need the shippers to start doing what they need to do—”
“Yeah unnie? What exactly is that?” Jennie requests looking her dead in the eye. She’s surprised to even hear Jisoo speak about it so casually as if she knows what they do.
The unnie rolls her eyes, “They get the conversation going. The tags, the names, the photos and before you know it—it’s all over her timeline—her Instagram—her Weibo—her secret twitter. C’mon Nini—I know—you know the power that they hold. Especially since she wouldn’t give you the time of day—I saw you go down a few rabbit holes” Jennie can’t even bother to lie or even deny it.
They’re fans are many things and talented is one of them because hell there were moments when those photos or edits would get the best of her. It would take her minute to realize it was manipulated but even for a second she thought it was real.
“Can I at least see the photos. I want to make sure that all that somek didn’t go to waste” yet the thought of those drinks alone could make her rethink about having barbecue any time soon.
“Oh Nini—you don’t remember you even had me believe and be a shipper with what you did last night—” Jisoo squeals and there is a small protest coming from Rosé her room.
“What are you talking about?”
Jisoo bounces from her position on the couch moving next to Jennie to show her the photos Dispatch obviously took for them. They slowly scroll as per Jennie’s instructions as anything faster might trigger her nausea. Everything seems normal which doesn’t catch much of her attention, until the moment where Jennie decided to shield Rosie.
“Ah!” she shouts scaring the younger girl in the other room. Rosie doesn’t leave the darkness of her room though instead she just shouts in a very high pitch voice, “Unnie!”
“Sorry!” Jisoo and Jennie say in unison. Jennie didn’t think she had it in her to be this somewhat of masculine energy. She looks at Jisoo for some kind of confirmation that this was her and not someone else.
The eldest can’t even help herself but just nods and smirk. “Something must’ve awakened in you for you to pull out the most romantic thing I’ve ever seen—I remember feeling like wanted to kick and scream. Like Nini I got shy—is that how you would be with Lisa?”
Jennie rolls her eyes, as the moment is ruined. She’s immediately reminded of the maknae. Jennie grabs the pillow from next to her slapping the older girl. “Ow. Don’t hate me for saying the truth—did you know she got in last night?” Jisoo pulls up some of the photos from the airport surprising Jennie. How come she didn’t have any photos leaving Korea, yet she has some coming back?
“—No I didn’t see them—I figured since there were no photos of her leaving it would be the same—isn’t a little odd that there were no news of her leaving Korea but when she comes back there’s a lot of media frenzy?” Jennie quizzes and Jisoo can’t help but feel defeated.
Usually, her skills of deduction would connect such things, “You make a good point Nini—no photos of her arriving in Thailand either or Japan” Jisoo adds and the two girls can’t help themselves but continue to connect some dots together.
“Why do you think she’s being so secretive?” Jisoo generally wonders, but Jennie already knows what it means to be this careful. She looks at the older girl trying to send her some hints of how Jennie was last year. That’s the only reason that there would be secrets within the group. Everyone knows everyone’s schedule but this all seems so secretive.
“If you keep looking at me like that your face is going to get stuck—now do you have any idea what’s going on—”
“Ahhh unnie—” Jennie smacks her arm playfully but Jisoo doesn’t care about her hangover and smacks her back.
“Unnie! What’s the only other reason why we and by we I mean anyone in this industry ever be so secretive?” Jennie groans with every word as she tries to adjust herself in a position that doesn’t threaten her to throw up.
“I don’t know, a comeback, secret projects, coming out with an album, just because we want privacy—or it’s…because…we..are—”
“Seeing someone” they say in unison but Jisoo doesn’t believe it for a second. She knows Lisa and she’s knows how picky the girl is. And knowing what she knows after their night out in New York she’s not exactly easily impressed either. She’s a flirt there’s no doubt in that but doesn’t usually mean she’ll do anything about it.
“Seeing someone.” Jennie says surely but Jisoo still not fully sold on the idea of it. She slowly shakes her head “I want to believe you, but I’ve seen Lisa around you or people actively pursuing her and I just don’t believe it”
“It took her years to finally tell me how she feels God knows how long it’ll be before she tells us who it is or that she’s even seeing someone. It took you guys 6 months to even noti—”
“Woah—woah—woah—we knew something was going on with you. But we also knew that the comments about you had recently been really bad so we didn’t want to say anything. We figured that whenever you were ready to talk about it you knew we were here” Jisoo clarifies, the fact the girls first thought was her personal experience and hardships before a relationship says a lot about their relationship.
“Oh—well either way—I think she’s seeing someone” she sighs laying her head on the older woman’s lap. Jisoo shakes her head, if she really is going to execute this in the way that she said she would. She also must be blunt, “Are you saying that because you know for sure or are you saying that to protect yourself?”
“I—”
“Besides whom would she be seeing?” Jisoo questions some more making Jennie nervous at the thought saying something she’s got no proof for. Let alone speak about how seventy percent of the reason why she’s not fully sold on this whole thing. Is because she can’t have another heartbreaking argument with Lisa.
Jennie continues to stay quiet which lets Jisoo conclude that there’s something she knows. “You have an idea who she’s seeing don’t you?”
She still doesn’t answer, if she dares speak it into existence she might have to accept the truth. Jennie might lose her will to even fight for Lisa if Jisoo has any kind of evidence to agree with her. “Jennie” Jisoo pushes some more.
“I have an inkling it’s Mina” she barely breaks a whisper; the older girl struggles to hear. Jisoo leans but Jennie covers her face with the blankets, “Who?”
She murmurs it once again; Jisoo rolls her eyes taking the blanket from her face. Jennie’s eyes begin to grow red as she tries to avoid the tears from falling out of her eyes. “I think you were right about her being in Japan” she pauses for a moment waiting for that to sick in.
But Jisoo still wouldn’t know where to go from there, what is she supposed to think. The whole reason why a lot of idols go to Japan is because of the privacy. They may be recognized but no one dare interrupt them or take photos of them. “Okay—so she was in Japan? What if Alice unnie was still being honest and that the reasons she’s there is to spend time with her mother and Diana—wait!”
“Do you think she’s dating Diana!?” Jisoo jumps but Jennie shakes her head. She didn’t think her best friend in the whole world could be so thick. “No unnie. But I do think that she’s dating someone Japanese—”she pauses.
“Her mother knows basic Japanese and from what you heard they sound like a native speaker. Lisa’s been consistently speaking to one Japanese idol this whole year” Jisoo’s world finally clicks as she hears the maknae’s voice in her head mentioning one name consistently. Mina.
“Noooooo” she sings unsure what to even say let alone how she’s supposed to react. Jisoo had figured that all that time Lisa was spending on the phone with Mina was just her being really good friends with the girl. She didn’t think that would be something that could come of it. “No way” she protests but as she looks deeply into the Jennie’s eyes she can tell that her best friend in the world has deeply thought about this.
“Are you sure?” Jisoo question one more time but she doesn’t know what else Jennie needs to say for her to believe it. “It—just doesn’t seem like something Lisa—the girl is on hiatus I don’t think Lisa would ever do that to someone you know—”
“Unless she feels the same way too and wanted to get some privacy and spend time together. We’ll never know until we hear it from Lisa herself” Jennie sighs sniffling fighting the tears from falling making her eyes redder.
“Exactly we’ll never know. Because if anything this is all just speculation Nini” it didn’t matter what Jisoo’s saying. Jennie knows Lisa and Jennie now knows what Lisa’s like in love or like. She took every call, and despite having such a busy schedule and different time changes. Anytime she got a glance at Lisa she was always on her phone smiling at it.
“Unnie—thank you but even I think you know deep down that once you see Lisa again you won’t be able to erase the idea of them together” Jennie sighs trying act tough, Jisoo begins to rub the top of her head, “Real or not I think you deserve to fight for her one more time and that’s what we’re going to do”
Jennie gets up pulling Jisoo into a hug. Where can she even find a friend with such dedication to her love. “Thank you but once she tells us that her and Mina are together we are backing off. I am serious unnie, she seems very happy and that’s all I want for her at the end of the day. That’s what you said right? If I really truly loved her, seeing is happy is enough for me even if that means that she’s with someone else” Jisoo taken aback by her sudden confession. But she’s right—that is what she said when they first spoke about this.
She can tell how much it took for her to say that. Regret slowly creeps in for Jisoo because if this doesn’t work out she doesn’t even want to think about the devastation this could bring for her friend. And on top of that she also has to acknowledge her conversation with Rosie last night. Little by little she’s starting to regret this plan of her because at the end of the day, by the looks of it everyone involve will and can get hurt. Instead of trying to feed her some toxic positivity, she decides to just sit there in silence.
The silence of course is quick to be interrupted by a phone call, Jisoo apologizes and takes the call. It’s not very long because it was just their managers checking in on them and letting them know that they will be picked up in 2 hours. She rubs the younger girls head as she sadly has to give her a taste of reality. “We’re leaving in a couple of hours do—we have to finish packing. You’ve got to get up soon, I’m going to speak to Rosie to make sure that we’re all prepped and ready in 2 hours”
She carefully slides as Jennie simply nods; Jisoo looks back at her friend it’s like watching her go through her breakup again. She’d rather have to take care of a throwing up Jennie than a crying one. Jisoo gets to Rosie door and she softly knocks acknowledging that she’s been very loud.
Rosie groans as a sign to acknowledge her presences, “We have to leave in 2 hours. Do you need anything? Do you remember anything? Do you want to talk about anything because I—”
Rosie doesn’t say anything, she stops for a moment remembering what she confessed to Jisoo last night. She wants to hit herself over the head over and over again for finally confessing her feelings for Lisa. She was hoping that she could move on from her feelings and no one can ever know. But Drunksé couldn’t help herself. She sits up on her bed to look at the older woman, “So you know?” she sighs pulling a pillow closer to her.
Jisoo points at the foot of her bed and Chaeyoung nods, “Of course I know—I realized it recently but I’m sorry for not even bothering to ask you how you feel about the whole thing. I know it puts you in the worst position and what you said last night is true” Jisoo plants her head down in shame.
Rosie tilts her head in curiosity, she said everything and almost nothing at all. “It’s not my call—”
“It doesn’t matter unnie. Let’s just run with your plan and get this trip over with” Rosie coldly responds getting up from her bed and excusing herself to head to the bathroom. “Shit” Jisoo sighs wanting to hit herself over and over again. Why couldn’t she be the one to put herself in the situation why did she have to say Jennie and Rosie.
A little after 10 minutes the girls begin to continue packing and getting ready. There’s no music playing and there’s no loud conversation about what they’re most excited about. Jisoo had finished packing an hour before they were being picked up followed by Jennie then Rosie. They’re now sitting in the living consumed by their phones. But Jisoo can’t take it anymore, “Okay—there’s been a change of plans” she breaks the silence and the two girls exchange a look unsure and slightly ambivalent to hear what she has to say.
“I think it should be me and you Nini. I was doing some research—” she pauses looking over at Chaeyoung who’s getting confused.
The fuck she was. Rosie thought to herself.
“Our ship is more believable than yours and Jennie. At least if it’s you and me we can be in more of a control of everything we just discussed. We don’t have to put Rosie in an uncomfortable situation. Because I think I could play this up better than Chaeyoung” she jests trying to make light of the situation so that Jennie doesn’t ask too many questions.
“What?” they say in unison, “How dare you!” Chaeyoung whines, Jisoo is now the one who’s lost. She thought that this would be what she wants.
“Jisoo-ni that’s kind of messed up—what happened?” Jennie questions, Jisoo feels like she’s going crazy she thought that this would have been accepted. “We’ve got shippers.” Rosie replies, Jisoo genuinely feels like her head is on backwards.
“Chaeyoungah—I thought you’d want this” Jisoo fights back, she refuses to let the blonde get to her. And she sure as hell isn’t going to fuck up the dynamic even more. If she can modify or stop any damage to take place then she will. “Am I missing something?” Jennie wonders looking back at her friends. A panic runs over Rosie face as Jennie looks at her intently, Jisoo tilts her eyebrows back at Rosie.
“No, you’re not. I am just offended at unnie’s comment about our romantic chemistry. I’d like to think we have a lot of shippers—” there is a look of panic and relief taking over Rosie’s face but only Jisoo can read it.
“Oh please have you checked Jensoo? We’ve got millions of fands and what do you have?” Jisoo playfully fights back but also there is a part of her that is aware that she’s got the third most popular ship. The girls are aware of how popular Lisa is among women so first two most popular ships are JenLisa and ChaeLisa.
“Pssh we’ve got millions” Rosie fights back and now it’s Jennie who feels like she’s going crazy or that her head isn’t on right. Are her best friends, her bandmates really fighting about romantic chemistry and ships.
“Am I still drunk?” Jennie mumbles to herself walking to the kitchen leaving the two girls to continue to bicker. As she sips on her water she couldn’t help but checkout Dispatch’s twitter. A few updates about certain idols and actors nothing really catching her eyes. But when she refreshes their page an article about Lisa’s shopping in Hongdae pops up. A few photos of the back of her head of course, some with her manager and then finally Jennie is able to see her face again.
Despite the fact that she’ll be seeing her in less than hour she can’t help but smile at the sight of Lisa’s face. She’s so beautiful. Jennie thought to herself. She’s lived with the girl for almost a decade but she’s still can’t help but get excited when she sees her.
“Nini!” Jisoo shouts from the other room, she puts her cup in the dishwasher walking back to the living room. It seems the girls have figured it out, “Jensoo won. Is all I’m going to say” Jisoo says very proud of herself for winning. Chaeyoung pretends to be disappointed when in reality she’s actually very relieved to not have to act like this.
“So when we get to the airport we’re supposed to be the ones acting cute and adorable and clingy?” Jennie wonders. Jisoo nods proudly and with perfect timing they get a text from their managers stating they’re downstairs.
The girls make their way down to the van and they respectfully greet the staff. Other staff grab their luggage’s and taking it to the van behind them. The girls erupt in various conversations as they make their way to Lisa’s apartment. The girls did make a note that Alice wasn’t in the car with them like the other managers. When they arrive, they see Lisa and Alice waiting in the lobby in deep conversation. Alice points at the van and Lisa immediately smiles seeing the girls silhouette.
When the door opens everyone greets Lisa excitedly. She quickly hugs everyone in the car before taking her place in the back with Rosie. “So how was home?” Chaeyoung immediately probes, the older girls exchange looks but don’t bother to look back at their young members.
“It was good. I got to relax and spend some time with my grandfather. I didn’t really do much outside of the house because I just wanted to the around family so it was really nice that everyone just came over. It felt like the good old days” she waits to say more just in case because in moments like this saying too much will get her caught in a lie. Rosie coos at the sound of Lisa’s visit. She knows how familiar orientated the maknae is.
“That’s wonderful Lisa, did you get to see? Who’s that friend that came to the concert she’s really sweet I forgot her name D—" Chaeyoung waits for Lisa to answer, uncertain where she’s getting it. But Alice quickly shoots her a text;
[ AliceUnnie 🖤 ]
You were in Japan with Diana and your mother remember.
“Oh Diana? Yeah I saw her—she invited me to go to Japan with her I wasn’t sure but my grandfather told me that it was okay. Though he did tell me that if I don’t come back he’ll follow me until he sees me,” she chuckles and Alice is so proud at how casual that came out. The girl should take up acting because it sounds like the whole car bought it.
“Oh that’s fun—I’m glad you got to relax but while we’re in the car can I show you the song we’re working on?” Rosie questions and Lisa happily takes the other earbud waiting for the music to start.
[Jenduekie 🐻 ]
I don’t know Nini. It sounds like she was in Japan with Diana and her mom.
[Sooyachu 🐰🐢 ]
I understand unnie. But as soon as I hear that any kind of confirmation that she’s seeing someone we’re stopping this mission.
[Jenduekie 🐻 ]
Yes deal.
The girls arrive at the airport and they’re obviously the last people to come out of the vans. The flashes and shouts begin to go off as soon as Jisoo gets out of the car. The girls can’t help but blush at the sound of the screams. They stand and pose for a couple of minutes, Jennie looks over at the girls and then lastly at Jisoo, both girls know that there is nothing on Jisoo face. But that’s not the point of the game, Jennie reaches over to softly brush over the eldest girls face to get rid of the nonexistent dirt.
The crowd gets louder making the two girls laugh, the maknaes turn to look at them. Rosie giggles and Lisa simply nods her head and begins to walk following the managers. The crowd begins to push but security tries their best to keep the space between the girls big enough. Involuntarily Lisa puts her pinky finger out unconsciously waiting for the familiar contact.
Surprising herself she looks down at her own finger unsure what provoked it. She looks around at the girls to see Jennie hanging off of Jisoo’s shoulders as their pinkies are latch onto each other.
What the fuck?
Chapter 29: you're kinda cute and
Notes:
HELLO! I'm sorry it's been a hot min. I've been busy with work and haven't felt very I don't motivated to come back to this but here is the next chapter I'm working out the kinks of how I'm going to end bc it's getting very very complicated but I am thinking of making a new fic. And I refused to make that one until I finish this one. much love <3 missed you delulu buddies
Chapter Text
As they stepped off the plane into the warm embrace of Hawaii, the thick, humid air enveloped them, and the heat wrapped around them like a gentle caress. The girls burst into excited chatter, their voices rising in anticipation of all the outdoor adventures awaiting them under the sun.
Leading the way, Rosie took the front, her steps light and carefree, with Lisa close behind, her presence a quiet comfort. The older girls lingered at the back, still connected, as if tethered by an invisible thread. Lisa, slightly weary, was lost in her thoughts, too tired to notice the unspoken dynamics unfolding around her. Jennie, sensing a delicate shift in the air, tried to step away from the older girl, wanting a little space. But Jisoo wasn’t ready to let go.
"Unnie," she said softly, her gaze ahead, noticing how Lisa’s head was bent, almost as if she were trying to escape the flashing lights of the world around her. "I don’t even think she’s paying attention right now."
With a knowing smile, Jisoo gently released Jennie’s hand, creating a small distance between them. "You need to ease up, unnie. Subtlety is key. Maybe look up why we're such a popular ship, and you'll understand."
Jennie chuckled, her fingers grazing through her bag as she searched for her phone, a playful gleam in her eyes. “Alright, alright. I’ll look it up later,” she replied, her voice soft, amused by the tenderness in Jisoo's words, feeling the warmth of the moment linger between them.
As they arrived at the hotel, the warm, salty air of Hawaii clung to their skin like a soft caress, a stark contrast to the cool interior of the lobby. The sound of waves crashing in the distance mixed with the soft shuffle of luggage rolling over polished floors. Their managers checked them in, and Alison returned, keys in hand, with Alice at her side.
While Jennie and Rosie were lost in their own world, sipping on cocktails and enjoying the carefree night, Jisoo had quietly texted Alison, knowing that Alison and Alice shared the same quiet understanding that Jennie and Lisa did. She had asked, almost hesitantly, if she and Rosie could share a room in Hawaii—after all, Rosie and Jisoo had already made plans to room together. It wasn’t the most graceful request, but Jisoo knew what she was doing. The idea of stirring up tension between Jennie and Lisa made her uneasy, so she’d chosen to speak to Alison first, understanding how difficult it would be for Alice to say no. There was a gentle hesitation in the air; if Alice denied it, it would be awkward, a quiet conflict bubbling beneath the surface. Jisoo had learned to read the room well, knowing that after Macau, the last thing anyone wanted was another uncomfortable situation. It felt a little manipulative, but sometimes, you did what you had to do to make things work.
When Alison and Alice handed the room keys to Jennie and Lisa, the moment felt suspended in time. Lisa, ever so observant, broke the silence with a small, questioning glance. “Wait, did we already decide who’s rooming with who?” She turned her gaze to Alice, her eyes searching for any clue, any sign that this was all just a misunderstanding.
Alison, with a practiced casualness, answered quickly, “Jisooni mentioned Chaeyoung wanted to room with her, so we figured you two had already sorted it out.” She shrugged as if it were no big deal, but there was an unreadable softness in her voice when she looked at Jennie, gauging her reaction. "Is there a problem?" The question lingered, almost too light, as if trying to mask the weight of the unspoken tension.
The band began to filter in, sensing the subtle shift in energy, the stillness that had swept through the group like a quiet storm. Jennie and Lisa exchanged looks, their eyes meeting in a wordless exchange, both sensing the delicate pull between them, a quiet undercurrent of change. The air seemed to hum with a thousand unsaid things, but for now, they stood together, caught in the soft tension of the moment, unsure where it would lead but somehow knowing it was only the beginning.
Jennie gazes at Lisa, but in that fleeting moment, she feels a distance between them that she can’t quite place. The girl standing before her, once so familiar, now seems like a stranger. Her face, usually so easy to read, is now a mystery, and Jennie feels an unexpected weight settle in her chest.
“No—not at all,” Lisa says softly, her voice light, but the playful tone doesn’t quite reach Jennie’s heart. Lisa giggles, trying to make the awkwardness dissolve, and she grabs Alice’s arm, leading her toward the elevator. Without a word, the rest of the group follows, letting the tension go, as if hoping time will smooth over the moment.
Jisoo watches them, silently wishing she could exhale the heaviness in the air, but she knows their work has just begun. Thankfully, they’re all on the same floor, and after the elevator doors close, the girls and their managers gather in the hallway to discuss the day’s plans.
“It’s 4 a.m. Tuesday, Hawaii time, but 11 p.m. Wednesday, Korea time,” Alison announces, her voice gentle but firm. “I know you’re all tired, so our call time today will be 1 p.m. We’ve scheduled a dolphin swim for you—should be fun. If you’d like to share your coffee orders, we’ll make sure you’re all fueled up. Get some rest.”
The girls nod, their gratitude unspoken, and head off to their rooms, the door clicking softly behind them.
Jennie and Lisa pause in front of their room, standing in a quiet hesitation. Lisa reaches for the door, but neither of them moves forward. There’s a moment of unspoken uncertainty, an invisible space between them that neither knows how to fill. Lisa, sensing the hesitation, giggles softly and gestures toward the door. “After you,” she says, her voice light, but there’s something tender in the way she says it—something that makes Jennie’s heart flutter a little faster.
“Thank you,” Jennie replies, offering a soft smile as she steps inside, her heart beating a little quicker than usual.
The room is a quiet refuge, and Jennie feels a small wave of relief wash over her as her eyes settle on the two beds, side by side. For a moment, the world outside fades away. Lisa looks at her, her gaze soft, before her voice breaks the silence. “Which bed do you want?”
The question, so simple, carries more weight than it should. Jennie looks up, their eyes meeting, and in that shared glance, something unspoken passes between them—an understanding, a flicker of something deeper. The quiet of the room feels different now, filled with the unvoiced tension that neither of them quite knows how to navigate.
Jennie’s heart stirs, and she finds herself searching for a response that feels just right.
Jennie looks up at Lisa, and for a brief moment, she finds herself drawn into the warmth of her gaze, as though everything else in the room fades away. Lisa, noticing the quiet intensity, waves her hand in front of Jennie's face with a playful smile. “Unnie?” she calls, her voice light and teasing, pulling Jennie back from her thoughts.
Jennie blinks, feeling a warmth spread across her cheeks as she clears her throat, desperately trying to shake off the lovesick expression she’s sure must be there. “Uhm—left, if that’s alright with you?” she asks, her voice quiet and uncertain, pointing to the bed on the left side of the room. Lisa’s smile softens, and she nods, walking over to the bed on the right without a word. Jennie follows her lead, silently beginning to unpack her things.
Usually, their shared silences are comforting, an unspoken understanding between them. But right now, it feels different. Jennie’s chest feels tight, her thoughts restless. It’s almost as if the quiet is filled with all the things they haven’t said, all the unspoken emotions swirling between them. She can’t stand it anymore, and with a steadying breath, she breaks the silence. “I know you spoke about this with Rosie, but... your family... they’re doing alright?”
The question hangs in the air, casual enough, but Jennie’s heart is beating faster than it should. Lisa pauses for a moment, her movements slow as she absorbs Jennie’s words. Her eyes flicker briefly, and Jennie watches, waiting for a response.
Lisa turns to face her, but she’s met with Jennie’s back as she keeps her distance, her shoulders slightly slumped. There’s a shift in the air, a change in the way Lisa holds herself. After a beat, she exhales softly, her voice softer than usual. “Yeah... you know how I am around my family,” she says, her words carrying the weight of a thousand unspoken emotions. “You know how I feel when I’m with them. But... my grandfather... he worries me.”
Jennie’s heart tightens at the vulnerability in Lisa’s voice. The teasing, playful girl she’s so used to seeing is now replaced by someone softer, more uncertain. Jennie feels a wave of concern rush through her. She turns around, her eyes meeting Lisa’s for a moment before she takes a seat on the bed across from her. “Is he not getting better?” she asks, her voice filled with a tenderness she can’t hide.
Lisa sighs, her eyes drifting down to the floor as her hands begin to fidget. “I mean, he is... but the constant doctor’s visits... it’s starting to get to me,” she admits, the frustration and worry in her tone impossible to miss. “Not a week goes by without a new appointment. If he was really getting better, I wouldn’t feel like we’re always at the hospital. It’s like... it’s like it’s never-ending.” Her words hang in the air, raw and real.
Jennie watches her closely, her heart aching for Lisa. She moves closer, her voice steady, but full of care. “I don’t think you should see it as a bad thing,” she says, her words gentle but firm. “The fact that so many people care about him, that they’re doing everything they can to help... I think that’s a good thing. It shows how much he’s loved.” She pauses, a softness in her gaze. “But I’m really sorry you have to go through this.”
Lisa looks up, meeting Jennie’s gaze, and for a moment, everything else falls away. Jennie’s hand rests lightly on her knee, the warmth between them undeniable. Without thinking, she adds, “Is it okay if I hug you?”
The question catches Lisa off guard. It’s not something Jennie would usually ask for, but something about the moment feels different. Lisa looks at her, her eyes softening as she nods, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “Yeah,” she replies quietly.
Jennie steps closer, her heartbeat quickening as she reaches out. But Lisa doesn’t move. Instead, she stays seated, her gaze lowering for a moment before she leans forward, placing her head gently against Jennie’s stomach. Jennie freezes, her breath catching in her throat. There’s something so tender in the way Lisa lets herself be vulnerable, something so real.
Jennie stands there for a moment, her hands gently resting on Lisa’s shoulders, feeling the rise and fall of her breath. It’s a quiet, intimate moment that speaks volumes more than words ever could. In that simple act, Jennie feels the weight of everything they’ve both been holding—an unspoken connection, a silent understanding—and for the first time in a long time, everything feels right.
Lisa’s presence, warm against her, is enough to soothe the restlessness in Jennie’s heart. And in that moment, all the things left unsaid hang in the air, but for now, it’s enough to just be there, holding each other in the quiet of the room.
Jennie rubs the back of her head trying to comfort the girl. There’s a certain comfort that always seems to come back between Lisa and Jennie. Her shoulders no longer feel tense and there is a warm feeling that Jennie gets having Lisa wrapped around her arms.
She knows that she could stay there forever but Jennie pulls away after a minute. She doesn’t want to make the maknae uncomfortable and doesn’t want to push her comfort level either. Lisa's arms fall empty when Jennie returns to her task, she clears her throat to gain some consciousness. She excuses herself to the bathroom and begins to prepare for a nap.
By the time she finishes in the bathroom, Jennie’s ready to take her turn. “Goodnight unnie” Lisa speaks trying to catch Jennie’s attention before she closes the door. Jennie looks back with that gumby smile of hers, “Goodnight Lalisa”
A spark in her stomach lights at the way Jennie looks at her. She blames it of course on her exhaustion and nothing more. Lisa turns her body away from the bathroom door and dozes off.
When Jennie gets out of the bathroom she sees Lisa sound asleep. One thing she’s noticed about living with Lisa and having multiple occasions where they room together. Lisa sleeps like a child, the covers never fully covering her. And her tall, long limbs are all over the place. She can’t help but laugh, she places her things down and walks over to cover the rest of Lisa.
Jennie unconsciously lingers, reaching out to touch Lisa’s cheek. Inches away from finally being able to touch her again but something in her mind pulls her hand back. Her head dips due to a mix of emotions, disappointment, guilt and shame. She shakes her head and gets into her bed. Jennie rubs the back of her neck, trying to ease the tension in the air, and in that moment, something shifts. There’s a certain warmth that always seems to return when she’s near Lisa, an unspoken comfort that wraps around them like a quiet cocoon. Her shoulders, once taut with unease, loosen, and Jennie feels a gentle pulse of affection as she holds Lisa close. It’s simple, easy—a moment that feels like it could last forever.
But Jennie knows better than to linger too long. She pulls away after a minute, not wanting to push Lisa past her comfort zone, knowing that sometimes, space is the most considerate thing she can offer. As she steps back, she notices the way Lisa’s arms fall to her sides, empty. Jennie clears her throat, trying to mask the subtle ache in her chest. “I’ll be right back,” she says softly, excusing herself to the bathroom.
The door clicks shut behind her, and as she prepares for a brief nap, the quiet of the room settles in. She’s not sure what she’s feeling—just that the day has left her tired, and there’s something soothing about the idea of escaping into sleep, even for just a little while.
When Jennie emerges from the bathroom, Lisa is already lying in bed. “Goodnight, unnie,” she calls, her voice sleepy but warm, trying to catch Jennie before the door closes completely.
Jennie pauses for a moment, looking back over her shoulder, her lips curving into that familiar, carefree smile. “Goodnight, Lalisa,” she responds, the nickname rolling off her tongue like something more than just words. It feels special—more intimate than she meant it to, but that’s how it always is with Lisa.
A spark flickers in Lisa’s chest at the way Jennie says her name, and she’s quick to convince herself it’s nothing more than fatigue playing tricks on her mind. She turns away, closing her eyes, letting sleep pull her under.
Jennie watches Lisa for a second longer, the sight of her curled into the sheets, her body relaxed in a way that feels so utterly vulnerable. When Jennie steps out of the bathroom, she sees Lisa already sound asleep, her long limbs sprawled across the bed like a child. The covers barely cling to her, leaving her exposed to the cool air. Jennie can’t help but smile, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. It’s a sight she’s seen before, but it still tugs at her heart.
She walks over to the bed, gently pulling the blankets up to cover Lisa’s shoulders. As her fingers brush over the soft fabric, her gaze lingers on Lisa’s face. And then, almost without thinking, Jennie’s hand reaches out, inching closer to Lisa’s cheek. She hesitates just before making contact, her heart skipping in her chest. It’s as if the moment is suspended in time, the desire to touch her overwhelming and yet too fragile to act on.
But then, something inside her pulls her hand back, a flood of emotions washing over her—disappointment, confusion, and a deep, gnawing sense of guilt. She shakes her head, her thoughts racing. No, this isn’t the right time. She can’t let herself get carried away. With a heavy sigh, Jennie moves back to her own bed, her heart still racing, as she pulls the covers over herself.
The room feels quiet again, but somehow, the air between them is heavier than it was before. Jennie closes her eyes, trying to sleep, but the images of Lisa, so close and yet so far, linger in her mind.
***
A few hours later, a soft knock echoes against their door, followed by a cacophony of alarms going off simultaneously from both girls’ phones.
“Jennie-yah. Lisa-yah,” comes a familiar voice from the other side. The call is met with silence. Neither of them stirs.
“Lisa-yah!” The tone shifts, becoming sharper—Alice’s unmistakable mom mode . Lisa’s eyelids flutter open, her body heavy with sleep.
“Jennie-yah!” another voice calls out, this time Alison, following Alice’s lead.
The two girls exchange a groggy glance before instinctively reaching for their phones. 11:00 AM.
“Nooo,” Jennie groans, rolling onto her back in protest. Lisa picks up her phone, squinting at the screen through half-lidded eyes. Missed calls from Mina and a flurry of messages from Jihyo, their group chat, and her mom. The notifications blur together, much like her thoughts.
“Unnie,” Lisa murmurs, trying to inject some urgency into her voice despite her sluggishness. “We have to get up. Jisooni and Chaeyoung are already downstairs.” She forces herself upright, but her mind is still fogged with exhaustion, and she finds herself spacing out mid-action.
“Lisa-yah!” Alice’s voice breaks through again, jolting her back to the present.
“Jennie!” Alison’s call rings out like a siren, startling Jennie into sitting up with wide eyes.
Lisa lets out a sleepy laugh at Jennie’s frantic reaction. “I’ll let them in. They’re not going to stop anyway.”
Dragging herself out from under the covers, Lisa begins rummaging through her suitcase for shorts. Jennie, seeking refuge in the direction of the window, makes the fatal mistake of glancing Lisa’s way. Her gaze freezes, watching absentmindedly as Lisa slides into her shorts with an effortless ease. Only when Lisa turns back does Jennie snap her head away, heat creeping up her face.
Lisa opens the door to find both Alice and Alison already in full scolding mode.
“You’re late! You should’ve been up twenty minutes ago!”
“We’re sorry, unnie,” Lisa mumbles, nodding along obediently as instructions rain down on her and Jennie. Alice hands Lisa a bathing suit, one far more modest than the options Lisa would’ve chosen herself.
“Go get ready,” Alice instructs. Lisa nods and retreats to the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Alison approaches Jennie, who seems frozen in place, her eyes distant. Alison gently tugs the covers off, coaxing her to start moving.
“Come on, Jennie-yah,” Alison says softly.
“We got you girls coffee,” Alice announces, already halfway out the door. “Lisa-yah, can I trust you to get yourselves downstairs on time?”
“Yes, unnie,” Lisa answers from the bathroom, her voice a little stronger now. Alison glances back at Jennie, who finally manages a slow, deliberate nod, even though her gaze remains fixed on some invisible point in the room.
The managers leave, and for a moment, silence settles over the space again. Jennie doesn’t dare lie back down, though the temptation looms. Instead, she opts to stay upright, staring into nothingness as her thoughts drift aimlessly.
When Lisa emerges from the bathroom ten minutes later, she’s relieved to find Jennie no longer locked in a dissociative haze. The older girl has moved on to tidying up the beds, her motions sluggish but determined.
“Good,” Lisa says with a faint smile, grabbing her things to finish preparing. Slowly but surely, they’re shaking off the remnants of sleep and inching their way toward the day ahead.
“Thank you, unnie,” Lisa says with a warm smile, stepping over to her now neatly made bed. Jennie returns the smile, her energy picking up slightly, before heading into the bathroom.
Left alone, Lisa takes a moment to stretch and settle back onto the edge of the bed. As the sound of running water drifts out from the bathroom, she pulls out her phone, deciding to use the quiet moment to catch up on her missed messages.
Her thumbs hover over the screen, ready to respond, while her mind flickers between the lingering haze of sleep and the soft hum of the morning finally coming to life.
[Jihyosi🦄🍭]
Okay now I feel better about the band. Thank you for talking it through with me Lisa. It’s going to give me some space to think about Daniel and I. Are you busy later lol?
[Minari🐧]
I hope you got to Hawaii safely. I hope I get to talk to you later. I miss you.
[Rosie💩🐿️]
Are you up?
[Jichu🐰]
Guys they’ve been banging on your door for 10 minutes now please for the sake of all of us get up!
[Mae🩷]
How does September sound? I would love to see you sooner but I know you just flew out to Hawaii.
Lisa chuckles softly at her bandmates’ teasing messages, the words laced with knowing humor. They were well aware of her and Jennie’s shared talent for sleeping in—something Lisa had perfected during their recent trip to Japan. Days filled with indulgent naps and slow mornings had left her in a blissful haze, and now, the jarring transition back to her bustling work life felt like being yanked out of a dream.
She sighed, the corner of her lips tugging into a smile as she typed out a quick reply, her thumbs dancing across the screen. At least she wasn’t facing the struggle alone—Jennie was just as reluctant to part ways with the comfort of her bed.
[Mae🩷]
I’ll let unnie know and when she gets back to me we can figure out dates? I miss you! I can’t wait to see you!
[BP🖤🩷]
We’re up, sorry guys! We’ll be down in 20 minutes tops!
[Jihyosi🦄🍭]
Not tonight but most definitely tomorrow I have an hour. I’m glad your band is starting to feel like themselves again.
[Minari🐧]
I’m sorry my love we got in at 11pm Korea time but like 4 am Hawaii time. I know you and I know for a fact that you were already asleep. But how are you? How’s your day been? We’re going to swim with dolphins today! I hope we can figure out the time difference and talk to each other. I miss you.
Lisa finishes replying to her messages and scrolls through her social media, the familiar motions comforting in their monotony. Minutes tick by, and the bathroom door creaks open as Jennie steps out, her hair damp and curling softly against her cheeks. It’s a casual moment, one that Lisa doesn’t even glance up at—after all, they’ve shared countless rooms, and any sense of awkwardness has long been replaced with easy familiarity.
For Jennie, though, the moment feels heavier. A quiet hope flutters in her chest, wondering if Lisa will sneak a glance her way. But Lisa remains engrossed in her phone, oblivious. Jennie’s heart sinks, and she’s hit with the stark realization of how futile her little games are. This is a terrible plan. Just talk to her. Let her know you’re letting her go. The thought is painful, but it feels inevitable—Lisa’s recent words still echo in her mind, tinged with finality. What if Lisa won’t even listen this time?
“Unnie, are you ready?” Lisa asks, her eyes flicking up briefly as a text from Alice pings on her phone, checking in. Lisa sighs internally—everything feels stuck, like they’re moving in slow motion. She’s not even sure what they’re waiting for.
Jennie looks at Lisa through the mirror, offering a soft smile as she nods. “Yeah, I’m ready.”
“Cool,” Lisa replies, standing to wait by the door. Both are dressed in the more conservative swimwear chosen for filming, but neither seems in a rush to leave. Lisa watches Jennie quietly, and there’s an ache in her chest she can’t quite place. Maybe it’s longing for their old friendship, or maybe it’s something deeper—something fractured that she fears will never fully heal.
“Lalisa? Are you okay?” Jennie’s voice cuts through her thoughts, gentle and close. Lisa turns slightly, startled by how near Jennie is—close enough to feel the warmth of her breath.
Lisa shakes her head, pushing the door open and stepping aside. “Yeah, just jet lag,” she answers lightly. “How’d you sleep?”
Jennie falls in step beside her as they head toward the lobby. “A little rough,” she admits, “but honestly, we’ve gotten through worse on way less sleep.”
Lisa grins at that, the kind of smile that effortlessly lights up her face, and Jennie feels her breath catch. It’s ridiculous how easily Lisa can unravel her with something so simple.
The elevator chimes, saving Jennie from needing to respond immediately. She lets out a small laugh, grateful for the distraction. “You’re right. It’s probably nothing compared to those award show nights,” she says, giggling at the memories.
Lisa’s laugh joins hers, the sound bright and familiar. “Oh yeah—my favorite thing was looking at videos afterward. People would say, ‘Oh, the girls look so pretty and composed,’ but in reality, we were all just trying not to yawn on camera.”
Jennie releases the kind of laugh that never fails to tug at Lisa’s heart. “Exactly! It got so bad, we’d start making faces at each other—or worse, flirting with random people just to keep ourselves awake!”
“Or sneaking off,” Lisa adds, eyes twinkling.
“Yes!” Jennie says excitedly. “Remember that time we started a group chat with other idols? We’d take turns meeting up in the bathrooms just to talk and take pictures.”
They dissolve into laughter, the shared memory a brief reprieve from the unspoken weight between them. For a moment, it feels like old times—lighthearted, easy, and uncomplicated. But as the elevator doors slide open, reality pulls them back, leaving the lingering tension behind their smiles.
The two girls continue reminiscing as they step out of the elevator, their laughter spilling into the room ahead of them. The other half of their band exchanges knowing smiles at the familiar sound, their managers catching on too. Engrossed in conversation, Lisa and Jennie barely notice as they’re handed breakfast plates.
“Morning,” Jisoo greets, cutting through their chatter. Both girls glance up, offering warm smiles.
“Morning, unnie,” they reply in unison. Lisa beams as she steps next to Rosé. “Rosie Posie,” she teases, nudging the blonde playfully. Jennie watches the interaction with an amused smile, unbothered by their easy camaraderie.
As the producer begins outlining the schedule for the day, the girls focus, their expressions shifting to intent attention. They understand how significant this opportunity is—not just a vacation, but a chance to work while exploring. Over time, they’ve grown used to balancing both, sticking to an unspoken agreement to finish work efficiently so they can maximize their free time.
“Alright,” the producer begins, his tone hesitant, “Chaeyoung, we asked about the possibility of you swimming with the dolphins, but the caretakers said your hair might pose a health risk to the animals.”
The room falls silent for a moment before the other girls pull Rosé into a group hug. It had been one of the activities she was most looking forward to, and disappointment flashes across her face. Lisa rubs her back comfortingly.
“It’s okay,” Rosé sighs, her lips tugging into a small pout. “I wouldn’t want to risk their health.”
The producer offers an encouraging smile. “If there’s another activity you’d like to try, just let us know. For now, let’s head out—half of the production team is already setting up for dinner.”
The group splits into smaller teams, and the girls pile into their car. Conversation quickly shifts to what they’re most excited to see and do, but Rosé’s sulking is impossible to miss. Her pout earns exaggerated assurances from the others that swimming with dolphins wouldn’t have been that fun anyway, and their playful banter helps lighten the mood.
As the car winds through scenic roads, laughter bubbles up once again, a reminder of how they always find joy—even in the little moments.
The blonde doesn’t buy a single word of reassurance from the others, but she lets it slide. As the group approaches the dolphin sanctuary, the cameras begin rolling, and the crew helps the girls set up their mic packs. They film their entrance, capturing b-roll shots of the girls laughing and interacting naturally.
Lisa and Jennie, hand in hand, skip toward the pool, their carefree energy lighting up the set. Behind them, Jisoo and Rosé walk at a slower pace, their conversation more subdued.
“How are you?” Jisoo asks, her voice soft but direct. Rosé knows the eldest is trying to check in, but the question makes her groan. It’s becoming harder to hide her feelings, especially with Jisoo’s increasing curiosity—and Lisa always just a heartbeat away.
“Unnie,” Rosé mutters, exasperated. Jisoo chuckles but doesn’t let it go. She refuses to downplay Rosé’s emotions, particularly after how last night unfolded.
“No, really. How are you?” Jisoo presses. “You don’t have to give me a timeline, but it can’t be easy having all of this happen right in front of you.”
Rosé hesitates, her gaze flickering toward Lisa and Jennie, who are immersed in their own world, vlogging the experience.
“It’s definitely not easy,” she admits, her voice low. “But after watching this… trainwreck, there is no way I’m letting anyone know how I feel. Seriously, unnie, how did you even figure it out? No one else knows.”
Jisoo takes a moment to respond, bracing herself for Rosé’s disbelief. “I don’t remember exactly when,” she says thoughtfully. “But I do remember that morning when they came down from their rooms. I was trying to read their expressions, and then I looked at you. I could tell just by the way—”
“Alright! I get it, unnie,” Rosé interjects, cutting her off. “But I mean it. We’re supposed to get them together, and I really —I can’t emphasize this enough— really am okay.” She pats Jisoo’s shoulder, her tone firm, as if trying to convince both of them.
Jisoo nods but remains unconvinced, though she decides not to push further.
The girls spend the afternoon enjoying their time with the dolphins. Lisa, aware of how much Rosé wanted to swim, makes an effort to include her in every way possible. She constantly calls her over, even handing her the camera at one point to capture special moments. Toward the end of filming, Rosé finally gets her chance to interact with the dolphins, petting them from the edge of the pool. The animals seem drawn to her, playfully trying to coax her into the water. The other girls, laughing hysterically, manage to keep her dry—mostly.
As filming wraps up, the producer calls out, “Alright, girls, thank you! Meet us at the restaurant in about three hours!”
The team disperses, and the girls head back to their rooms with their managers. On the way, they gush over their videos and photos, the mood light and filled with excitement. For now, the earlier conversation is set aside, replaced by the simple joy of the day’s memories.
The girls are about to ask for more details about dinner when Lisa’s phone begins to ring. Alison, one of the managers, immediately takes notice—Lisa has specific ringtones set for certain people. This particular tone is unmistakably for Mina.
“I’ll see you guys upstairs,” Lisa says with a quick wave, already stepping away. Alison and the other managers exchange glances as they begin to organize the group.
“Hey, can you give me a second?” Lisa says into the phone as she walks off. The rest of the girls watch her retreating figure. While the older girls exchange questioning looks, the youngest seems entirely unbothered, scrolling on her phone.
Lisa’s voice softens as Mina’s familiar tone comes through the line.
“I’m so happy to hear from you,” Mina says, her joy almost tangible.
“This might sound crazy,” Lisa replies, already blushing, “but hearing your voice is like drinking water. Is that too cringey?”
“Yes, very,” Mina teases, laughing softly, “but I can’t help but agree with you. How’s Hawaii?”
“It’s good! We just finished swimming with dolphins, and we’re heading up for dinner. What about you? How’s your day?”
“Dolphins? That’s exciting! I love that,” Mina says. “What’s for dinner tonight?”
Lisa laughs, kicking at the ground as she walks. “No clue. Could be takeout or some fancy restaurant food. I’ll let you know tomorrow.”
Mina chuckles. “Nothing much for me. My brother and I went for a drive today—spent some time together. We thought about stopping by to see my parents, but I got nervous about being back in the city.” She lets out a small sigh.
Lisa’s heart aches a little at the vulnerability in Mina’s voice. “I’m sorry, love. I wish I could hug you right now. Besides the panic attack, how do you feel? And how’s your brother?”
Mina laughs softly, the sound bringing a smile to Lisa’s face. “He’s good. He says he wants to spend as much time with me as he can while I’m here. Something about making up for when I was a trainee. Oh, and I wrote a new song! I might send it to Dahyun soon.”
Lisa gasps dramatically. “Wait, Dahyun gets to hear it before me? That’s so unfair!”
“It has to be perfect first,” Mina teases. “Dahyun’s like a wizard with songs—she’ll help me polish it. Then maybe I’ll let you hear it.”
Lisa groans, pretending to whine. “At least tell me what it’s about!”
Mina rolls her eyes. “Guess you’ll just have to wait for our next album.”
“An album? I have to wait that long?” Lisa sighs so loudly it catches the attention of the others. She waves at them apologetically before turning back to the phone.
“Yes,” Mina says firmly.
Lisa tries to pivot. “I’m glad to hear you’re reconnecting with the girls. Have you talked to anyone else yet?”
Mina sighs, and Lisa can almost feel her hesitation through the phone. “I’ve responded to some messages, but I haven’t taken any calls. I’m not strong enough for that yet. I’m hoping the song can be a kind of olive branch.”
Lisa’s voice softens. “You don’t need an olive branch, Mina. They understand—”
“You don’t know that,” Mina cuts in. “You don’t know what it’s like, having eight girls pity you, not knowing what to say. Or thinking about how much I’ve disappointed them by leaving.”
Lisa’s heart twists at Mina’s words. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to press. You love them, and they love you. That’s all that matters.”
“I’m sorry too,” Mina says quietly. “I didn’t mean to unload on you. I just… I feel like I should be back by now.”
“Minari,” Lisa says gently, “it’s been less than a month. This is your timeline. You know those girls will wait for you as long as it takes. They’ve told you that, and I’ll remind you as many times as you need to hear it.”
Mina lets out a soft laugh, feeling comforted. “Thank you for always being there.”
“If ‘being there’ means helping you, I’ll do it any day,” Lisa says warmly. “Now, about this song—”
“Yah, Lalisa, stop asking! All I’ll say is… 21:29,” Mina teases.
Lisa groans dramatically again. “How long until you come back? I miss you.”
“I’ll be back in August. We’ve got rehearsals, recordings, and individual schedules, but I’ll make time to see you in Japan,” Mina assures her.
“Ugh, is it August yet?”
“Not yet,” Mina laughs. “Now go. I think your manager’s coming.”
“Lalisa!” Alice’s voice rings out in the background, and Mina giggles, imagining Lisa rolling her eyes.
“I’ll be up in three minutes!” Lisa shouts back before returning to the phone. “Alright, love, I have to go. I’ll send you a voice memo tonight, okay? Talk tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow,” Mina agrees softly.
Lisa reluctantly hangs up, turning to face Alice, who’s glaring. “Let’s go. Didn’t the girls warn you we’re waiting?”
Lisa shrugs sheepishly, slipping her phone away as she follows her manager back upstairs, her heart a little lighter from the call.
Mina hears a soft whisper, followed by a sharp gasp and a quick, almost startled screech. “Oh! Okay, okay—I understand. Let them know you have to go, and I’ll wait for you by the elevator, okay?” Alice’s voice is clear and a little too calm, raising a few questions in Mina’s mind.
‘Wait—does she know about us?’
There’s a brief pause on the other end of the line, and then a reassuring voice. ‘Yes… but if it’s going to upset you, then no,’ Lisa adds quickly, sensing the brief flicker of panic in Mina’s voice.
Mina smiles softly to herself, feeling the weight lift from her chest. ‘If you trust her, then I trust her too. But I understand you have to go. Hopefully, I’ll hear from you soon.’ She speaks with calm warmth, easing the tension in Lisa’s mind.
‘Okay, sounds good. I’ll talk to you soon. I miss you,’ Lisa replies, her tone soft as she pauses for a moment. ‘Okay, baby—I’ll speak to you soon.’ The call drops, and Lisa, now almost glowing, makes her way toward Alice. Hearts seem to float around her as she walks, her mind still wrapped up in thoughts of Mina.
“How was it?” Alice asks casually, though her voice betrays a hint of caution. She’s always careful, always aware of her surroundings. As Lisa approaches, she notices the lovestruck look on her face, and it almost makes Alice roll her eyes.
“Yah—Lisaya,” Alice groans, trying to snap Lisa out of her daze. “Focus, will you? We need to get moving.”
“Sorry, right,” Lisa says, shaking her head to clear her thoughts. “Yes, they’re doing well. I miss them too. They’re struggling with reaching out to others, but they’re getting there.”
Lisa pauses just as the elevator door opens. Her gaze softens, and for a moment, she feels the urge to brag to Alice, to share just how comforting the call with Mina was. But she holds it in, taking a deep breath.
“...But I told them I’ll probably see them soon.” As Lisa steps into view, the girls hear the tail end of her sentence.
The producers quickly shift their focus to the task at hand, explaining how long this particular shoot will take and outlining the rules of the upcoming game. The girls exchange eager looks—each of them knows how competitive they can get.
Jisoo and Jennie are laser-focused, both determined to come out on top. Rosie, as always, is pushing herself just a little too hard to outdo her unnies. Lisa, on the other hand, is still trying to figure out the rules of the game, but somehow, with a bit of luck and a lot of charm, she ends up winning.
***
The clock strikes 1 a.m. as the girls finish shooting, doing their best to mask the exhaustion that's starting to take its toll. "Alright, girls, thank you so much for today," the top producer announces, his voice warm and grateful. "We know it’s been a long day, so we’re giving you the next two days off to do as you wish. Just let us know by tomorrow morning if there’s anything specific you’d like to plan." The room bursts into applause, and the girls immediately stand to bow, offering their thanks.
As usual, the girls look to Jennie, the natural spokesperson, to speak on their behalf. "If I could say something..." she begins softly, her voice drawing the room’s attention. A hush falls over the space.
"The girls and I really appreciate everyone’s hard work today. It wasn’t just a long day for us—it was a long day for all of you too," Jennie continues, her tone sincere. "So, if it’s alright with you all, we’d love to take everyone to dinner tomorrow as a thank you. You’ve been such a great team, constantly taking care of us." The other girls nod in agreement, proud of their leader. It’s one of the things they love most about Jennie—her ability to speak with grace, confidence, and respect, commanding the room without effort.
"You can pick wherever you’d like," Jennie adds with a smile. "Thank you again." The girls bow one more time before they’re escorted out of the restaurant and back to their rooms. Rosie is deep in conversation with her manager, Jisoo with hers, Jennie with Alison, and Lisa with Alice.
Jennie, ever the curious one, tries to listen in on Lisa's conversation, but the younger girl’s words come out in soft, guarded whispers. The vague, mysterious tone only sparks more curiosity in her, and Jennie can’t help but try to piece together what might be going on.
"I think the girls and I would love a private beach day," Jisoo says, her voice loud enough for the others to hear. "If there's a place where we can rent out the beach for the day, just for us, that would be perfect." The girls enter the elevator, and immediately, the unnies begin brainstorming, looking up how to make this beach day a reality.
"I would love that!"
"Totally!"
"Yes, please, just to do nothing but relax by the beach would be amazing!"
"Amazing. So it’s settled then. We’re going to the beach tomorrow," Jisoo declares, her face lighting up with a sly smirk. Jennie feels a sudden surge of panic. She knows that look—there’s no telling what Jisoo has in mind, and she’s not sure she wants to find out.
"Alright then, we’ll try to solidify the plans tonight and knock on everyone’s doors at 11 a.m. tomorrow," the unnies say as they part ways with the younger girls. The girls smile, nodding in agreement, wishing each other goodnight.
"I’m so excited for our beach day. It’s going to be great!" Jisoo says, giving Jennie a wink as she heads off toward her room. "Goodnight, unnie. Goodnight, Lisa." She hugs both of them before following the eldest.
"It was a good day today," Jennie remarks casually as she and Lisa make their way to their room. Lisa smiles at her, agreeing wholeheartedly. "It really was. The food was great, and the company was even better. It felt like old times when we used to go to that little restaurant near the YG building."
Jennie recalls their usual order with a nostalgic grin. "Oh, gosh, yes! I haven’t been there in ages. We should definitely go back sometime soon."
"I would love that," Lisa replies with a smile, and the two share a quiet moment as they head into their room, the weight of the day settling in around them.
"Lisa!" Alice calls out, rushing toward her. Lisa, sensing the urgency, quickly excuses herself from the hallway. Jennie, already a little drowsy, notices and excuses herself into their room. She quietly shuts the door behind her, but not before giving Lisa a subtle signal—one finger held up, a silent request for a moment of privacy. There’s always the chance that Jennie might be listening, so Lisa hesitates, waiting.
On the other side of the door, Jennie feels an unusual discomfort. She knows Lisa can read her well, and it irks her that she can’t hide her thoughts from the maknae so easily. Trying to act casual, Jennie steps into the bathroom, turning on the shower for the sound of water, but tiptoeing back to the door. She wants to hear everything.
Lisa, however, remains patient, not rushing. "So, about the schedule for that day?" she asks, eager to make sure she has the time to surprise Mina. She’s determined, but she also needs to be sure she won't be interrupted during that time.
Alice pulls out her phone, swiping through the dense color-coded schedule of their upcoming Japan trip. "It’s a bit tight, as always," Alice says, her voice softer now. "But if you look here..." She zooms in on the calendar. There are lots of commitments—promotions, fittings, and rehearsals—but Lisa is scanning for a small window of opportunity. As the main dancer, she has some leeway, but it’s still tricky to juggle everything.
Lisa hums, thoughtful. "This day... it looks light compared to the others." Her fingers trace the schedule, the wheels in her head turning. She needs to make it work, to make sure she has the time to surprise Mina.
Jennie, still close to the door, strains to listen but can only pick up bits and pieces of the conversation. She’s frustrated at how well Lisa hides her intentions, but she’s even more curious about what’s being planned.
Alice gives her a nod. "If we shift some things around, maybe. We can move this meeting here and that fitting there, and then you’d have the afternoon and evening free. But you’d need to be back by the morning."
Jennie, her curiosity piqued, presses her ear against the door, trying to make sense of it all. It’s quiet for a moment, and she can’t quite pick up what’s being said. Her fingers nervously tap against the doorframe.
Lisa, hearing the silence, is careful with her next words. "That could work. But I’d have to make sure no one gets suspicious."
Alice smiles proudly at Lisa's careful planning. She can see how much Lisa cares about Mina—and the lengths she’s willing to go to protect that time. She watches the maknae intently, impressed by her determination.
Jennie, not wanting to be caught eavesdropping, cautiously approaches the door and tries to open it, acting as if she’s just coming from the closet. "Did you lose something, unnie?" she calls out, her voice casual, though the nerves are evident in her tone.
The sound of the door creaking startles Lisa, and she instinctively steps back, but as she does, her hand meets Jennie’s forehead, preventing her from bumping it. There’s a brief moment of tension, a lingering silence between them. Their eyes meet, and it’s as if an unspoken conversation passes between them. Jennie sees something in Lisa's gaze that stops her in her tracks—a quiet sadness that speaks volumes.
Lisa clears her throat awkwardly, breaking the moment. "Right," she says softly, excusing herself from the small hallway.
Jennie wants to look back, to reach out, but she holds herself back. She presses her hand to her chest, trying to calm the rapid beat of her heart. Without another word, she moves to the bed, grabs her towel, and heads into the bathroom, giving herself a few moments to collect her thoughts.
Lisa, pretending the awkward interaction hasn’t affected her, pulls out her phone, scrolling through messages and social media to distract herself. But as she scrolls through her timeline, something catches her eye. A photo of Jisoo and Jennie pops up—a moment from their recent airport departure. It’s a simple image, nothing more than Jisoo brushing a strand of hair out of Jennie's face, but the caption reads, "Jensoo is coming back to us! I can feel it."
Lisa sighs, her thoughts tangled in the image. She doesn’t understand why fans are making such a big deal of it—she’s done the same thing for all the girls in the group. It’s just a simple gesture. But she can’t deny that there’s something about it that bothers her. "Jensoo... please..." she whispers under her breath, trying to shake off the unease creeping up on her.
She scrolls a little further, tapping through posts, but nothing seems to distract her from the thought of the photo. She can see why fans get attached to certain relationships, but deep down, she can’t help feeling a little left out.
"All done!" Jennie’s voice interrupts Lisa’s thoughts, and Lisa looks up to see Jennie, freshly showered and smiling. It’s a small, reassuring gesture that Lisa’s thankful for. Clearing her throat, she locks her phone and excuses herself to the bathroom, eager to escape the strange, simmering tension between them.
[Sooyachu🐰🐢]
How’s it going?
Jennie sighs at the site of Jisoo’s message there is truly nothing to report they’ve spent the whole day together. And even when they were together, Jisoo was attached to Jennie’s hip.
[Sooyachu🐰🐢]
Unnie we spent the whole day together there is nothing to report
[Sooyachu🐰🐢]
No I know, but you guys are rooming together. Something you guys haven’t done in a long time.
She rolls her eyes.
[Sooyachu🐰🐢]
Unnie it’s moments like this that made it difficult for us to room together. Because both you and Chaeyoung kept expecting something to happen.
Jennie tosses her phone onto the bed, watching as it bounces off and lands on the floor. She doesn’t bother picking it up—frustration consumes her. Deep down, she knows why their relationship unraveled. There were too many reasons, but chief among them was the unrealistic expectations their bandmates had simply because they shared a room.
Lisa emerges from the bathroom, her hair damp, wearing that signature carefree smile. Her gaze lands on Jennie, who sits brooding with furrowed brows, a pout forming on her lips, and a wrinkle etched between her eyebrows.
“Everything okay, unnie? Did they say we can’t go to the beach tomorrow?” Lisa teases, letting her hair fall loosely over her shoulders. Jennie’s attention freezes, her gaze tracing Lisa’s movement as if time has slowed. The glimmering beads of water resting on Lisa’s collarbone tug at her focus, making her thoughts wander to places they shouldn’t.
Lisa, still waiting for a response, leans closer. “Unnie?”
Jennie blinks, pulling back abruptly from the younger girl’s proximity. Her voice betrays her slight fluster. “Y-Yeah, sorry. What did you say?”
“I asked if everything’s okay and if the beach is still on tomorrow,” Lisa repeats, chuckling softly as she picks up her hat, readying for bed.
Jennie forces a laugh. “Oh, yeah. The beach is still on. I think exhaustion is getting to me. My face is stuck like this until I get some sleep,” she jokes, tucking herself under the covers.
Lisa nods, unfazed. “Good. Since we have a semi-late morning, I might go for a walk or run through the new choreography. If you’re looking for me, I’ll be downstairs at the gym,” she says with a grin before heading for the door.
“Wait!” Jennie blurts out, sitting upright, no longer cozy in bed. Lisa pauses, turning to look at her. “Maybe I could help with the choreography? I have the video Kyle sent us,” Jennie offers.
Lisa shrugs, her expression neutral. “Sure. Meet me at the gym.”
Jennie blinks in surprise, expecting a refusal or an excuse, but Lisa’s indifference leaves her scrambling.
She’s out of bed faster than she thought possible, pulling on workout clothes without hesitation. Stopping by the mirror, Jennie takes a deep breath. “Act cool. You’re Jennie Kim. You are cool,” she mutters, fixing her hair before stepping into the hallway. Her palms betray her, sweating with nerves as she makes her way to the elevator.
The gym is quiet, everyone else either asleep or in their rooms. She spots Lisa stretching by the mirror. Jennie halts for a moment, collecting herself. The younger girl turns to her, catching Jennie mid-thought.
“Everything okay?” Lisa asks, her tone light.
Jennie giggles nervously, placing her things down. “Yeah, just texting someone back,” she lies, flashing a smile.
“Oh? Who?” Lisa asks without a hint of suspicion, the casual question catching Jennie off guard.
“Nayeon,” Jennie blurts, instantly regretting it.
Lisa stiffens, though her expression barely falters. The words replay in her head, “She told me she was in love with me, and I couldn’t say anything back.” Panic flares briefly in her chest. Does Jennie know?
“Oh, how is she?” Lisa asks evenly, masking the unease brewing beneath her surface.
“She’s good,” Jennie replies casually, though internally, she’s kicking herself. Why Nayeon, of all people?
Lisa lets it go, propping her phone up by the mirror. Jennie moves closer, watching Lisa’s process. It’s mesmerizing, the way the younger girl absorbs a routine. A single glance at the video, and Lisa’s already flowing through the movements with startling precision.
Within minutes, Lisa’s nailed the pre-chorus. Jennie crosses her arms, half in awe and half in disbelief. “It must be nice to be the main dancer. You’re already breezing through this,” she teases.
Lisa pauses, feigning offense. “What do you mean, ‘breezing’? I’m flawless,” she quips, making Jennie chuckle.
“Well, there’s this part where your head tilt should be more gradual,” Jennie begins, demonstrating. They run through it again as Jennie hums the melody, guiding Lisa’s timing.
Two more tries, and Lisa’s nailed it. Jennie marvels at how quick she is. “Alright, let’s try the rap section,” Jennie suggests.
Lisa nods, adjusting her position as Jennie explains the blocking. She steps into the center, Jennie miming the positions of their bandmates. “Rosie’s to your left, I’m behind you, and Jisooni’s on your right. Ready?”
Lisa focuses intently, running through her part, muttering the lyrics as she moves. “ Dachigo mang-gajyeodo na mwol midgo beotineun geoya… ” she trails off, pausing mid-step.
“Again,” she says, frustration creeping into her voice. Jennie knows better than to interrupt when Lisa gets like this.
“Do you want me to be Jisooni for one run and Rosie for another?” Jennie offers.
Lisa hesitates, then nods. With Jennie stepping into the roles, they manage to piece the routine together. Lisa finally feels her muscles catching on to the timing.
As they run through it again, Lisa suddenly becomes hyper-aware of Jennie’s hands lightly brushing her waist, trailing up to her shoulders in the routine. A jolt of something unspoken grips her, freezing her in place.
“Pranpriya?” Jennie’s voice snaps her back.
Lisa blinks, clearing her head. Her thoughts betray her, straying somewhere they shouldn’t. Somewhere they can’t .
Because she’s with Mina. And Jennie? Jennie’s supposed to be in her past.
"Right, sorry about that. Let’s just keep going," Lisa clears her throat, stepping back into position. Jennie doesn’t read into the moment—if she does, she’s no better than Jisoo, always poking and prying.
The music starts at half speed, and the two of them move through the choreography slowly. Despite this being a practice run, Lisa’s movements brim with intention. Her precision and energy spur Jennie to push harder, her body responding instinctively to the challenge.
“Okay—wait—time out! I need to breathe,” Jennie gasps, collapsing onto the floor as she pants for air. Lisa laughs softly, walking over to pause the music.
“Clearly, we haven’t trained together in a while,” Lisa teases, grabbing a towel to dab at her face.
Jennie watches as Lisa heads back to the phone, replaying the pre-chorus and chorus sections. “Alright, I think I’ve got it now,” Lisa says, turning back with a triumphant grin.
“I bet you do,” Jennie groans, still trying to catch her breath.
Lisa waits, but Jennie continues to struggle. Her breaths come in shallow bursts, and frustration flickers across her face. “No, seriously—don’t wait for me. I’m just going to slow you down,” Jennie jokes, though the irritation in her voice is unmistakable.
It’s a sore point, one she’s fought against for years. No matter the training or advice, her body always betrays her, leaving her breathless at the worst times.
Lisa’s brow furrows. She recognizes the signs—it’s rare, but when Jennie pushes herself too hard, it sometimes spirals into a panic or asthma attack. The memory of past episodes tightens Lisa’s chest.
“Unnie?” Lisa kneels beside her, her voice gentle. “Can you look at me?”
Jennie tries to control her breathing but seems to falter further. Lisa tilts her chin up, drawing Jennie’s gaze to hers. “Just breathe with me, okay? Focus on my voice.”
Jennie locks eyes with her, grounding herself in Lisa’s steady tone.
“One,” Lisa begins, inhaling deeply.
“Two,” she continues, demonstrating another slow inhale.
“And three—now let it all go,” Lisa exhales, watching as Jennie mirrors her movements.
“There you go,” Lisa murmurs, relief softening her expression. She reaches for Jennie’s hand, placing it against her own chest. “Focus on my heartbeat.”
Jennie’s fingers tremble against the steady rhythm beneath Lisa’s palm. Years of history between them flash in Jennie’s mind—this wasn’t the first time Lisa had pulled her back from the edge. But something feels different.
Lisa’s heartbeat is faster than Jennie remembers, its quickened pace betraying a crack in the younger girl’s calm façade.
“There we go,” Lisa whispers, leaning closer without realizing how little space remains between them. Her forehead brushes lightly against Jennie’s, and for a moment, Jennie forgets everything—why they’re here, why she’s struggling, why she’s supposed to be moving on.
Lisa clears her throat abruptly, pulling back. The spell breaks. “It’s getting late. We should head back,” Lisa says, grabbing her things, including the overshirt she’d shed during practice.
Jennie watches her, a faint ache forming as Lisa seems to retreat into herself again. Lisa extends a hand to help her up, but Jennie shakes her head.
“No, it’s okay. I’ll see you upstairs. I think I’m going to go for a walk,” Jennie says, standing on her own.
Lisa hesitates, her outstretched hand faltering before she pulls it back. Her lips part as if to say something, but nothing comes out.
“Okay. Goodnight, unnie,” Lisa finally says, her voice quiet.
Jennie offers a small, bittersweet smile. Digging her nails into her palms, she tries to hold herself back, but her heart wins the battle. “I really am sorry, Lisa,” she says softly.
Lisa pauses, her hand hovering over the doorknob. For a moment, she wonders if this is another invitation to a fight. She turns, her expression unreadable.
“I know you are,” Lisa replies, her tone even.
Jennie notices the faint trace of a tear on Lisa’s cheek, already wiped away. But Lisa doesn’t linger—she leaves before Jennie can say anything more.
Jennie keeps her word, wandering the quiet halls of the hotel. She tries to convince herself to let go of the past, of the cycle they’ve been trapped in. But the ache in her chest lingers long after she returns to the room. By then, Lisa is fast asleep, her face calm, as if untouched by the night’s events.
***
The piercing ring of Jennie’s alarm has been blaring for ten minutes. She groans, expecting to find the room empty, assuming Lisa had already left for her morning routine. But Lisa is still there, gathering her things in preparation for the beach.
Jennie hesitates, unsure if she should speak, but Lisa surprises her.
“Morning, unnie,” Lisa says with a bright smile, turning to face her.
Jennie blinks, momentarily disarmed. Lisa seems... normal, as if last night hadn’t happened. “Morning. How’d you sleep?” Jennie asks, stretching her arms in a half-hearted attempt to wake up fully.
“Knocked out the second I got back,” Lisa chuckles, rummaging through her bag.
Jennie watches her, noting how lighthearted Lisa seems. It’s like she’s already moved on, leaving Jennie struggling to catch up.
“Yeah, I saw. You were sleeping with your mouth wide open,” Jennie teases, trying to keep her voice casual.
Lisa laughs, shaking her head. “Well, it was a long day. Don’t judge me.”
But Jennie isn’t judging—she’s wondering how Lisa makes it look so easy, how she carries herself as though nothing from the past weighs her down. Jennie stretches again, silently willing her own hands to stop trembling. The beach awaits, but her mind is already sinking under the tide.
"It was, but now my focus is nothing but excitement for this beach day,” Lisa says, still rummaging through her bag. “Just a day with you guys, no cameras, no schedules. Just us, the sun, and the sand. Doesn't that sound amazing?"
Jennie, who’s been sitting quietly at the edge of her bed, watches as Lisa continues her frantic search. At this point, it’s hard to ignore how distracted Lisa’s become, the sound of zippers and shuffling growing louder by the second.
Jennie tilts her head, crossing her arms. “I’m sorry—can I help you with something? You’ve been at that for a while.”
Lisa looks up briefly, her brows furrowed. “Yeah, I just can’t find my pen,” she mutters before diving back into her bag.
Jennie raises an eyebrow, trying to suppress a laugh. “A pen? What’s so special about this pen?” she teases, leaning back slightly.
Lisa doesn’t respond immediately, her hands still pulling out random items from her bag. “It just is,” she finally grumbles, barely audible but enough for Jennie to hear.
Jennie narrows her eyes, intrigued by Lisa’s uncharacteristic panic. “Okay, clearly, this is not just a pen. Want me to help you look for it?”
Lisa hesitates for a moment, finally sitting back on her heels with a frustrated sigh. “Yeah, maybe you’ll have better luck.”
Jennie gets up from her spot but pauses, glancing down at herself and realizing she’s not exactly dressed for moving around. She grabs a robe from the bed and wraps it around herself, securing it before crouching beside Lisa. “Alright, where have you checked so far?”
“Everywhere,” Lisa says dramatically, gesturing at her backpack, purse, and now half-emptied suitcase. “It’s like it disappeared.”
Jennie starts checking under the bed, knowing that’s often where lost things end up. Lisa leans back against the bedframe, running a hand through her hair and muttering something in Thai that Jennie doesn’t catch.
“Why’s it so important, anyway?” Jennie asks casually, her voice slightly muffled as she peers into the shadowy space under the bed.
Lisa stays quiet for a beat too long. “It’s... from a friend,” she says softly, her tone making Jennie pause.
“A friend?” Jennie repeats, glancing over her shoulder. Lisa nods but avoids eye contact, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.
Jennie doesn’t press further, though the curiosity gnaws at her. She refocuses on her search and, moments later, her fingers brush against something smooth and cool. “Ah! Found it!” she exclaims, holding up the pen triumphantly.
Lisa’s eyes light up as she scrambles to her feet, nearly tripping over her own bag in the process. She snatches the pen from Jennie’s hand with an almost childlike grin. “Oh my god, thank you!” she says, clutching it like it’s a priceless artifact.
Jennie straightens up, brushing her hands off on her robe. She glances at the pen as Lisa twirls it in her fingers. It’s a sleek maroon with gold accents, the initials MSM engraved delicately on the side. Something about it feels personal—intimate, even.
“Nice pen,” Jennie comments lightly, though the words taste bitter on her tongue.
Lisa doesn’t seem to hear her, too busy examining the pen for any scratches or marks. She breathes a sigh of relief, then presses the pen gently to her lips as if to kiss it. “I thought I lost you,” she murmurs under her breath.
Jennie’s stomach twists at the sight, but she masks it with a small, forced smile. “Looks like you’ve got it back now. Crisis averted.”
Lisa looks up at her, finally realizing how worked up she’d been. She lets out a sheepish laugh, tucking the pen carefully into the front pocket of her bag. “Yeah. Thanks again for finding it.”
“No problem,” Jennie replies, though her chest feels tight. She busies herself with adjusting her robe, her eyes avoiding Lisa’s.
“Well,” Lisa says after a moment, clapping her hands together. “Now that the pen drama is over, I’m officially ready for the beach.”
Jennie nods, her smile wavering as she glances at the pocket where Lisa placed the pen. “Right. Just us and the sand,” she echoes.
Lisa grabs her things and heads for the door, her usual bounce in her step. Jennie lingers for a moment, staring at the empty spot where the pen had been under the bed.
Her chest feels heavy, the initials MSM etched in her mind like a quiet, haunting melody. She swallows hard, her fingers brushing against her own palm as if to steady herself. Just a friend, she thinks, though the doubt gnaws at her.
“Are you coming?” Lisa wonders, turning around mid-step, her eyes meeting Jennie’s. The older girl glances down at her robe, clearly not ready for the day ahead.
“Well, seeing as I’m still in a robe, I think I’ll see you downstairs,” Jennie jokes, offering a small smile.
Lisa chuckles softly, nodding as she adjusts her bag on her shoulder. “Fair. I promise I’ll clean this mess up when we get back before dinner. I just have to make a quick call. I’ll see you downstairs.”
“Alright,” Jennie replies, her voice light as she smiles and waves her off. As Lisa turns and walks away, Jennie watches her go, the maroon and gold pen from earlier still lingering in her thoughts.
She closes the door behind her, leaning against it with a heavy sigh. Jennie tries to push the initials MSM from her mind, but the curiosity keeps bubbling to the surface. Whose initials are those? she wonders. What kind of ‘friend’ makes Lisa look at a pen like that?
Shaking her head, Jennie pushes herself off the door and starts getting ready for the day. As she moves around the room, the memories of Lisa seem to weave their way into her mind. Little by little, it’s like all she has left of Lisa is pieces—fragments of moments, of feelings.
They’re fleeting, like quick glimpses through a foggy window. Jennie catches sight of the Lisa she used to know, the Lisa who looked at her like she was the only person in the room. But that Lisa feels distant now, like a memory she can barely touch.
Jennie pauses, gripping the edge of the vanity as she stares at her reflection. I just want more. I want to be part of her present, not just a memory. Why can’t I let this go?
A soft knock at the door pulls her from her thoughts. “Unnie? Are you ready?” Rosé’s gentle voice calls from the hallway.
Jennie exhales deeply, grabbing her things and smoothing down her dress before opening the door. Rosé stands there with her usual warm smile, radiating a calm that Jennie desperately wishes she could share.
“Ready,” Jennie says, returning the smile as best as she can. The two begin walking down the hall together, their conversation easy and light, filled with the usual teasing and laughter that comes so naturally between them.
As they reach the stairs, Jennie notices Jisoo and Lisa already waiting in the lobby. The eldest and the maknae are completely absorbed in a video game, the glow of their phones reflecting off their focused faces. Lisa lets out an exaggerated groan as Jisoo’s triumphant laugh echoes through the space.
Jennie finds herself smiling at the scene, though her heart aches faintly. She’s right there, Jennie thinks. But it feels like she’s miles away.
The managers arrive, their presence breaking the casual atmosphere as they check in with the girls. Jennie’s attention is drawn to the absence of the usual big vans. Instead, there are just a couple of smaller cars waiting outside.
“Where’s the rest of the team?” Rosé asks, curious.
“We’re keeping today as private as possible,” one of the managers explains. “No cameras, no entourage—just a day to relax. The fewer people, the better.”
Lisa looks up from her phone at that, her face lighting up at the thought. “Just us?” she asks, a note of excitement in her voice.
“Just us,” the manager confirms with a grin.
Jennie nods, trying to let herself feel the same excitement. But as she glances at Lisa, who’s now animatedly talking with Jisoo about the game they were playing, the weight in her chest grows heavier.
Just us, Jennie repeats silently. But I wonder how much longer ‘just us’ will mean anything
The girls arrived at the hotel in two separate cars, the unnies accompanying them as a quiet form of security. It was a deliberate choice, meant to avoid drawing too much attention, but the silence between them felt heavier than the drive itself. The managers stepped ahead to handle check-in, leaving the four of them waiting in the grand, marble-tiled lobby. It was only a few minutes, but time seemed to stretch, echoing the unspoken tension between them.
For Jennie, sharing the car ride with Jisoo had been a small relief—an escape from the stifling closeness she’d been enduring with Lisa. The space felt like a gift, but it also came with guilt. She turned to Jisoo, her words trembling on the edge of her lips before she finally let them spill.
“About what I texted last night…” Jennie’s voice wavered, a quiet admission of the regret she carried. “I think I’m trying too hard—trying so hard to convince myself, and maybe even you, that you and Lisa are meant to be. I don’t stop to think about how either of you are really feeling right now. And… I guess it’s because I want to believe that this is the kind of love you don’t let go of. That it’s worth all the pain, the confusion—everything.” Her words came faster, as if speaking them aloud would lessen the ache in her chest. “But seeing you struggle—it’s killing me. And I know I’ve said before that I’d hate to be the one to tell you to let her go, but—”
Jisoo gently cut her off, her voice soft yet weighed down with years of quiet endurance.
“ Unnie, it’s okay. I know you mean well. I do.” She paused, her eyes searching Jennie’s as if trying to find strength in the connection. “But I can’t keep chasing someone who keeps running away from me. I just… can’t.”
Her voice broke on the last word, and the admission felt raw, vulnerable—like exposing an open wound to the world. The sound of the lobby seemed distant now, the bustle of strangers just a blur. Jennie wanted to reach out, to say something that could stitch up the cracks in Jisoo’s heart, but she knew no words would be enough. Some pain had to be carried, not cured.
The managers returned moments later, their brisk, matter-of-fact tones breaking the fragile stillness. But even as they handed over the room keys and ushered the girls toward the elevator, the weight of Jisoo’s words lingered, an unshakable presence that followed them all the way up.
The unnies returned to the car, giving a nod toward the discreet hotel staff who had prepared a private path to the beach. The younger girls stepped out of the car cautiously, heads bowed and steps quick, shuffling toward the waiting security team. Even in their rushed movements, there was a sense of anticipation in the air.
A short walk through the thick, sun-dappled brush brought them to the beach—a sight so pristine it felt like stepping into a dream. The sand stretched out before them, undisturbed by a single footprint or ripple of activity. It was so untouched it seemed sacred, like a hidden corner of the world meant only for them.
“Woah,” Rosé whispered, her voice breaking the silence. Her wide eyes scanned the expanse of crystal-clear water and endless sand.
That was all it took. In an instant, the three other girls dropped everything they were holding, grabbing onto each other’s hands and breaking into a sprint toward the waves. Laughter erupted as their feet hit the cool, wet sand, their joy breaking the stillness of the beach like sunlight cutting through a cloudy sky.
Behind them, the managers calmly picked up their things, issuing quiet instructions to the staff to set up umbrellas and chairs. “Check in every hour,” one said. “Make sure they have water and snacks if they need anything.”
But for now, the girls didn’t need anything. For the first time in what felt like forever, they were free. Free from the weight of schedules, expectations, and the watchful eyes of the world.
The water was cool, and they splashed each other with wild abandon, laughing so hard they could barely breathe. Rosé, of course, couldn’t resist stirring up mischief, her playful shrieks echoing as she doused the others with water. But Lisa, ever the maknae and always ready to one-up her, charged at her with a grin too wide to be anything but trouble.
“Yah! Lisa, yah! ” Rosé barely got the words out before Lisa tackled her, sending them both tumbling into the shallows. Rosé’s squeal was swallowed by the water, and when she emerged, gasping and sputtering, Lisa was already retreating with a triumphant laugh.
Further down the beach, Jisoo and Jennie waded into the gentle waves, letting the water lap softly at their legs. They didn’t join the chaos of the younger girls, instead finding comfort in quieter moments. They exchanged a glance, unspoken understanding passing between them as they created a bit of distance from the splashing and shouting.
For now, everything felt lighter. The beach, the water, the breeze—it was all theirs. No cameras, no fans, no world watching. Just the four of them, together, finding solace in each other’s laughter and the rare, fleeting gift of freedom.
As the younger girls continued their playful wrestling match in the shallow waves, Jennie and Jisoo strolled back toward the managers. The staff had already begun setting up everything—umbrellas, chairs, and towels spread neatly across the untouched sand. Quietly, Jennie and Jisoo found their place beside one another, each settling into their own world.
Jisoo leaned back in her chair, opening the book she had brought along, her fingers tracing the edges of the worn pages. The sound of the ocean faded into the background for her as the words on the page pulled her in. Meanwhile, Jennie sat cross-legged in the sand, her notebook resting on her knees. She wasn’t sure what she was writing, only that she needed to capture everything—this moment, this feeling.
Her pen moved instinctively, jotting down every sensation she could identify: the sharp saltiness of the sea air, the warmth of the sun on her skin, the gentle grit of the sand between her toes. She wrote about the scene before her, the carefree laughter of her members echoing in the breeze. Jennie was desperate to pin down the weightlessness of this day, hoping to preserve it somehow. For once, there was no pressure to rehearse, no eyes to perform for, just the rare simplicity of her bandmates finding joy in each other’s company.
A splash of water and a shriek pulled Jennie’s gaze toward the shore. Lisa and Rosé were still at it, a blur of motion and giggles. Despite practically tackling one another just moments ago, this was how they relaxed—a chaotic, boundless kind of energy that the older members could only admire from a distance. Jennie and Jisoo exchanged a glance, the kind that said, Where do they store all that energy? Neither could answer it, but they found comfort in their quieter rhythms.
Jennie’s eyes lingered on the younger girls, their exuberance filling the beach with life. Lisa was chasing Rosé again, water spraying as she lunged after her. Finally, Rosé threw her hands up in mock surrender, laughing so hard she could barely speak.
“All right, you win!” she shouted between gasps, stumbling backward into the water with a dramatic flair.
Jennie’s lips curled into a smile as she watched the scene unfold. She closed her notebook and let it rest beside her, leaning back to soak in the sun. Maybe she didn’t need to write down every detail to remember this day. Some moments, like this one, would be impossible to forget.
“That’s what I thought,” Lisa teased, a grin tugging at her lips as she and Rosé meandered back toward the others. They weren’t in a hurry, savoring the rare luxury of not having anywhere to rush off to. The ocean breeze played with Rosé’s damp blonde hair, and for a moment, the world felt lighter.
Rosé rolled her eyes in response, brushing sand off her arms. “I wish we could always have days like this during our schedules,” she admitted. Her tone was light, but her words carried something heavier. “Sometimes I wish it wasn’t so busy, you know? But then…” she let out a quiet laugh, tinged with self-awareness. “There are days when I love how busy it is. I mean, when do I even have time to think?”
Lisa glanced at her, catching something in her voice—a crack beneath the humor. Since Coachella, Lisa had felt like there was something just off with Rosé. Like she was carrying a weight she wasn’t ready to name. Lisa couldn’t tell if it was a recent wound or something Rosé had buried so deep it was finally clawing its way to the surface.
“Can I ask you something?” Lisa said, her tone soft but probing. “Something serious.”
The question made Rosé’s heart skip a beat. She turned to Lisa, trying to keep her expression neutral, but her mind raced. Does she know? Did Jisoo tell her? That didn’t seem like something Jisoo would do, but Lisa’s tone was disarming, and it made her nervous. “Only if I can ask you something too,” Rosé countered, forcing a small, playful smirk to mask the tension bubbling beneath her surface.
Lisa gave her an easy nod. “Fair enough. But you first.” She gently tugged Rosé toward a quiet spot farther from the others, signaling with her body language that this wasn’t the kind of conversation she wanted overheard.
Rosé followed reluctantly, her hands fidgeting as they sat down in the sand. The ocean stretched endlessly before them, the waves rolling in and out as if to echo the weight of her thoughts.
Lisa hesitated, running a hand through her damp hair. “I… I don’t really know how to say this,” she admitted with a nervous laugh, scratching at the sand beneath her fingertips.
Rosé swallowed hard, her chest tightening.
“Are you okay?” Lisa asked finally, her voice low and tentative. “I mean, really okay? The last couple of months… I’ve been noticing things. You’ve been different. Like maybe there’s someone you’re thinking about. Or… someone you’re hurting over.” Lisa looked at Rosé, her gaze steady but gentle. “I don’t know. I just want to check in with you. Because I care, and I’ve seen it, Rosie. All the time you’ve been spending alone… that week before I left? I saw you in the studio—just you, your notebook, your laptop. You were sitting there in the dark. Sometimes…” Lisa’s voice softened further. “Sometimes I’d see you crying. And I didn’t say anything then because I didn’t want to overstep. But I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Rosé’s breath hitched, her chest tightening further as Lisa continued.
“You don’t have to tell me who it is,” Lisa added, her voice almost a whisper now. “But I just need you to know—you don’t have to go through this alone.”
The words hit Rosé like a wave, her carefully built walls shuddering under their weight. She looked out at the ocean, the horizon a blur as emotions threatened to spill over. This was her chance, her moment to let Lisa see a glimpse of what she had been carrying, even if she couldn’t bear to tell her everything.
She took a shaky breath, willing her voice to steady. “It’s complicated,” she started, her words quiet, barely audible over the waves. “There’s someone. But it’s not simple. Or maybe it is, and I’m the one making it messy.” She let out a short, nervous laugh, running her hands through her hair. “I’ve been trying to figure out how I feel—about them, about myself. And some days, it feels easier to just pretend everything’s fine, you know?”
Lisa nodded but didn’t interrupt, giving Rosé the space to find her words.
Rosé’s gaze stayed fixed on the water, her hands clenching the sand beneath her. “It’s scary, Lisa. I’m scared of ruining what I have with them. What we have. Because if I say it… if I let it out, I don’t know if things will ever be the same.”
Lisa’s heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in Rosé’s voice. She reached out instinctively, her hand resting lightly on Rosé’s shoulder. “Whoever it is…” Lisa’s voice was steady, warm. “They’d be so lucky to have you, Rosie. And whatever you’re feeling, whatever you’re scared of, I’ll be here. You don’t have to carry this alone.”
The moment Rosé had dreamed about, agonized over, and rehearsed in her head a thousand times. All she had to do was speak the truth—just let it out. Tell Lisa that she had been utterly consumed by her, hopelessly and completely in love. That every late night in the studio wasn’t just about writing songs—it was about pouring her heart into music that carried the weight of feelings too immense to say out loud. Each lyric was a confession in disguise, an offering of her heart, wrapped in melodies she wished Lisa could hear the way she meant them.
She thought of all the stolen glances, the way her world seemed to narrow down to Lisa whenever she was around. It was as though time itself bent to her presence, and nothing else existed but her. Lisa was the sun, and Rosé had spent years helplessly orbiting her, desperate for warmth, for just a flicker of her light to shine back.
And yet, no matter how deeply she loved, it was always unspoken, left hovering like unfinished sentences. Unrequited love was a kind of poetry, she thought. Beautiful and tragic all at once—like holding a flower that would never bloom.
The words weighed heavy on her tongue, coiled tightly like a spring. Across from her, Lisa sat expectantly, her eyes searching Rosé’s face, her body leaning forward as though she could sense the gravity of the moment.
Rosé inhaled shakily, willing herself to speak. “There is someone,” she began, her voice trembling, but soft. “I think you’ve already guessed.”
Lisa’s brows furrowed slightly, but she said nothing, waiting with an intensity that only made Rosé’s heart beat harder.
“We’ve never dated,” Rosé continued, her voice barely louder than the waves lapping at the shore. “But… we went on a date. Once.” She paused, her eyes flicking down to her hands, which twisted nervously in the fabric of her shirt. She hesitated, trying to decide how much to reveal.
“And in truth,” she said, the words coming slower now, her voice like the tide receding. “It’s not me that’s complicated. It’s them.”
She glanced at Lisa, who was listening intently, her face calm but curious. Rosé pushed on, the weight in her chest unbearable now. “They’ve got this situation with someone else—something they can’t figure out. And the sad part is…” Her voice cracked, but she pressed on. “The sad part is, I’ve already figured it out for them. It’s so clear—both of them have feelings for each other. But the person I care about has been hurt so badly, they can’t believe they’re worthy of the love that’s being offered to them now.”
Rosé let out a hollow laugh, her hands gripping her knees. “And what hurts most… what tears me up inside every day, is that I’ve spent months—years—trying to show them how much love they deserve. How much I see them, how much I want them.” She paused, her voice softening, growing more fragile. “I’ve been trying to tell them, in every way I know how, that I could love them the way they’ve always deserved to be loved. I would give them everything. Every piece of me.”
Her voice broke, and her gaze dropped to the sand beneath them. “But they don’t see me that way.”
Silence stretched between them, broken only by the sound of the waves. Rosé chanced a glance at Lisa, afraid she’d said too much, afraid she’d bared herself too completely. Lisa’s face was unreadable, but her eyes were soft, her brow furrowed in thought.
Then, without a word, Lisa shifted closer and wrapped her arms around Rosé. The warmth of her embrace felt like the breaking of a dam, and Rosé melted into her, her head resting against Lisa’s shoulder. All the tension she had carried in her body, all the quiet longing and unshed tears, seemed to flow out of her in that moment.
Lisa didn’t say anything right away. She just held her, her hand resting lightly on Rosé’s back, her presence grounding and steady. After a long moment, Lisa finally spoke, her voice low and thoughtful.
“Rosie,” she said softly, “whoever this person is… they’d have to be an idiot not to see how amazing you are. To not see how lucky they’d be to have you.”
Rosé’s laugh was quiet, bitter. She leaned back, wiping at her eyes with trembling fingers. “That’s just it, Lisa. They don’t see me like that. All I ever get is ‘you’re such a good friend.’” Her voice cracked, a tear slipping down her cheek. “And all I want is for them to look at me like I’m the only one. Like they can’t imagine a day without me. But instead, I’m just a really good friend. ”
Lisa’s brows furrowed, and her grip on Rosé’s shoulder tightened. “Jesus,” she muttered, shaking her head. “This person is a total idiot. Who the hell is it?”
Rosé froze, her breath catching in her throat. Lisa’s tone was so earnest, so protective, so oblivious to the fact that she was the very person Rosé was describing.
Her heart ached, torn between love and heartbreak. She managed a weak, trembling smile, turning her gaze back to the endless horizon. “You don’t want to know,” she whispered. And for now, that would have to be enough.
Chapter 30: and i would say all of this
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“But I do want to know,” Lisa insisted, her voice firm but not unkind. She leaned forward, her dark eyes filled with concern. “This person is obviously hurting you, Chaeyoung. And it’s not just a little—this pain has been eating at you for months. Maybe I can talk to them—help them understand—”
“It doesn’t matter!” Rosé interrupted, her voice breaking as she cut Lisa off. “If all they’ll ever see me as is a friend, then that’s what I’ll be.” Her words came fast, tinged with frustration and an ache she couldn’t hide anymore.
Lisa’s brows knitted together, refusing to let this go. There was a part of her that wanted to fight for Rosé, the way Rosé had so selflessly fought for her over the past few months. “Why don’t you want to fight for them?” Lisa asked softly, her voice a mix of confusion and desperation. “It’s obvious they mean so much to you—why would you just let them go like that?”
“Because, Lisa!” Rosé’s voice cracked like a whip, raw and trembling with emotion. “Because I mean nothing to them but a friend. And I’d rather have them as a friend than lose them completely.” Her chest heaved as the words tumbled out, faster than she could stop them. “Not all of us have the courage to ruin our friendships the way you have with Jennie-unnie.”
Lisa blinked, stunned. The sting of Rosé’s words hit harder than she’d expected, and before she could respond, Rosé was already pulling herself free from her grip. The blonde stood abruptly, brushing sand off her hands as if to shake off the weight of the conversation.
“Chaeyoung, wait!” Lisa called after her, standing up as well, but Rosé had already turned away. Her steps were quick, the tension radiating off her in waves.
Rosé stopped for a moment, looking over her shoulder with a bitter, resigned expression. She shook her head slowly, her lips pressed together as if fighting back everything she couldn’t say. Then, without another word, she walked off toward the shoreline, the wind catching her hair and pulling her farther away.
The sound of the raised voices had already drawn the attention of the older girls, who were sitting under the umbrellas watching the scene unfold. Jisoo arched an eyebrow, her lips curving into the faintest smirk as Rosé stormed off.
“They haven’t had a fight in a while,” she murmured, her tone far too casual for Jennie’s liking. “It was bound to happen sooner or later.”
Jennie glanced between Jisoo and Lisa, her worry obvious. But when her gaze settled on Jisoo’s sly smile, her stomach churned. “ Unnie, what are you thinking?” she asked hesitantly, already dreading the answer.
“Nothing.” Jisoo’s smirk deepened, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I’m just going to check in on Rosie, that’s all.” She stood, brushing herself off as though nothing unusual had just happened.
Jennie stared at her, unconvinced. “You’re lying. You’re definitely up to something.”
“Me?” Jisoo winked, her expression infuriatingly calm. “I’d never.”
Before Jennie could protest, Jisoo turned on her heel and started after Rosé, her calm demeanor making it clear she wasn’t about to be deterred. Jennie groaned softly, shaking her head. Whatever Jisoo was plotting, she knew it wasn’t going to stop here.
Jennie let out a quiet sigh, flipping open her book and settling back into her chair. She told herself it was better this way—if she stayed buried in her pages, she could pretend she wasn’t aware of the storm brewing in front of her. And if she wasn’t aware, she couldn’t be blamed for whatever chaos might come next.
Meanwhile, Jisoo trailed after Rosé, her calm, unhurried steps contrasting sharply with Rosé’s frantic pacing. The blonde moved back and forth along the edge of the shoreline, where the warm ocean water lapped at her ankles, trying in vain to calm the racing thoughts spinning in her head.
“Are you okay?” Jisoo finally asked, her voice low and steady, the kind of tone that didn’t press but was impossible to ignore.
Rosé didn’t answer. She kept moving, her arms crossed tightly over her chest as if she could hold herself together if she just clenched hard enough. The ocean breeze ruffled her damp hair, and the soft pull of the waves against her feet did little to ground her.
Jisoo didn’t push. She simply waited, standing a few steps away, hands in her pockets, giving Rosé the space to decide. Either she’d speak, or she’d tell her to leave—and Jisoo would take either one without complaint.
The silence between them stretched, broken only by the distant crash of waves and the faint cries of seagulls overhead. Jisoo watched the blonde, her pacing like an unresolved melody, and though she said nothing, she knew Rosé’s mind was a storm.
"I just don’t understand what else I have to do for her to finally see me, " Rosie’s voice trembles, fragile and raw, like glass on the verge of shattering. The silence in the room stretches, heavy and unrelenting. Jisoo looks up, startled, catching sight of the blonde girl pacing relentlessly, as if walking might somehow calm the storm raging inside her.
Jisoo frowns, trying to piece together what Rosie’s getting at. When she looks over at the maknae—Lisa—there’s nothing there. Lisa’s sunglasses are perched like shields, headphones snug in her ears, a fortress untouchable. The younger girl lounges as if the weight of Rosie’s unspoken words don’t exist, as if the battle in Rosie’s heart isn’t raging just inches away.
Typical, Jisoo thinks bitterly. Lisa could be staring at a flashing neon sign and still miss the message entirely.
“Understand what?” Jisoo finally asks, pulling Rosie back to the present.
Rosie’s pacing falters, her arms folding tightly across her chest as if she’s trying to hold herself together. “I’ve spent months biting my tongue, avoiding this— avoiding her, ” she admits, her voice thick with something that sounds a lot like grief. “And just when I finally feel like I can do this, like I’m ready to let the words fall out, she comes to me.” Rosie lets out a hollow laugh, shaking her head. “She says all these things—these little, attentive things she’s noticed about me. Things no one else even picks up on.”
Jisoo blinks, her gaze softening as Rosie’s words crack and unravel.
“--Things I noticed about her.” Rosie pauses, swallowing hard as though the confession burns. “And for a moment, I thought— maybe. Maybe she’s noticed me. Maybe she’s ready for me to tell her…” Her voice falters, crumbling like brittle paper as the truth sticks to her throat.
Jisoo exhales slowly, leaning back against the couch with a sigh that sounds like reluctant understanding. “Chaeyoung, you’re giving her too much credit,” she says, trying for levity, though her tone is gentle. “Lisa’s thicker than cement.”
Rosie lets out a weak, broken laugh, but the sound holds no joy—just resignation.
“What happened?” Jisoo asks softly, coaxing the rest out of her.
Rosie stops pacing and sinks down onto the sand beside her, as if the weight of it all is finally too much to carry on her own. She rests her head on Jisoo’s shoulder, her blonde hair spilling over like a golden curtain, hiding her face from view. “She’s been asking me what’s wrong for months now,” she whispers, her voice shaking. “She’s noticed. She noticed I’ve been writing alone, she caught me crying when I thought I was invisible to her. And then… there was that moment. In Europe.” Rosie’s voice is barely there now, fragile and soft. “It was perfect. Quiet. Just the two of us, and I swear the air was waiting for me to say it. I could’ve told her everything—could’ve handed her my heart right then and there. But I didn’t.”
Jisoo stays silent, the ache in Rosie’s voice enough to make words feel useless.
“So instead,” Rosie continues, her voice breaking like waves against stone, “I’ve been giving her pieces. Just little pieces of me. Hoping she’ll notice. Hoping she’ll put the puzzle together. Because I’m scared, unnie. Scared that if I say the words out loud, she’ll look at me and see nothing.”
Jisoo closes her eyes, her heart squeezing painfully at the vulnerability pouring out of Rosie like a slow, unstoppable leak.
It’s cruel, she thinks. How blind love can be. How Lisa—bright, brilliant Lisa—can miss the way Rosie’s heart reaches for her with every breath, every glance, every unsaid word.
And worse, how the bravest girl Jisoo knows is still too afraid to let love fall from her lips.
Jisoo sits frozen, the weight of the moment pressing down on her like an anchor. She’s at a crossroads—caught between the tangle of emotions she thought she had under control and the realization that Rosie, her sweet, steadfast Rosie, has been hurting just as much as the rest of them. She’s spent so much time wrapped up in the storm brewing between Jennie and Lisa that it never crossed her mind that someone else might be caught in the wreckage too.
Rosie loves Lisa—just as fiercely, just as hopelessly—as Jennie does. And Jisoo, for all her well-intentioned plans, never thought something like this could happen. Not in this band. It’s always the stories about the same boy, the same cliché that idols are warned about—a narrative easy to predict and neatly avoid. But this? This messy, heartbreaking triangle of unspoken love, tangled loyalties, and fractured hearts? No one ever tells you what to do when this happens.
And Jisoo had been so sure—so certain—that one conversation would fix everything. That dragging Rosie into this plan to help Jennie win Lisa back would somehow settle the chaos and set everything right.
But now, watching Rosie stand in front of her with her heartbreak carved into every line of her face, Jisoo realizes just how wrong she’s been. The younger girl isn’t fine—hasn’t been fine for a long time. Rosie’s hurt runs so deep, it’s carved a hollow into her chest, and Jisoo never saw it coming.
“I shouldn’t have asked you to make that call,” Jisoo whispers, her voice barely audible. She shakes her head, guilt clawing at her throat. “I shouldn’t have forced you to make that call. I thought I was helping, but—God, Rosie—I should’ve seen how much this was hurting you. I should be helping you as much as I’m helping Jennie.”
Rosie lets out a long, shaky sigh. She sinks back into herself, her shoulders heavy with the weight of resignation. “No,” she says softly, shaking her head. Her voice is calm, but it wavers just enough to betray the pain beneath. “You were right, unnie. From the moment you said we’d help Jennie unnie get Lisa back… you were right.”
Jisoo looks up sharply, but Rosie’s gaze is distant, her expression empty in a way that breaks Jisoo’s heart.
“I’m just… hurting myself here,” Rosie continues, her voice raw, stripped bare. “She’s never going to feel that way about me. Not the way she feels—or felt —about Jennie. I think these last few months were just… desperate attempts. My last, pathetic attempts to make her see me. To notice me.” Rosie swallows hard, her confession lingering like smoke in the air. “But you were right, Jisoo. My best friend is thicker than cement. She was never going to pick up on any of it.”
Her words land like a blow to Jisoo’s chest, sharp and cold and unfair. She wants to say something, to tell Rosie she’s wrong—that Lisa could see her, should see her—but the truth lingers in the air, undeniable.
Rosie forces a weak smile that doesn’t come close to reaching her eyes. “I just have to accept it,” she says, the words so soft they almost disappear. “I don’t know how, but maybe… maybe being painfully active in your plan will jolt me awake. Maybe it’ll force me to let go.”
Jisoo’s heart shatters at the sound of Rosie’s quiet defeat. This isn’t the fiery, passionate girl she knows—this is a girl who’s been hollowed out by love, chipped away piece by piece until nothing is left but this tired, fragile version of herself.
Jisoo clenches her jaw, fighting the swell of guilt that threatens to drown her. She shouldn’t have pushed Rosie so hard. She shouldn’t have been so blind to how much this has cost her.
The silence stretches, heavy and unrelenting, until Jisoo finally speaks. “I’m sorry, Rosie,” she says softly, her voice barely a whisper. “I didn’t know. I didn’t see. ”
Rosie just leans back, her gaze fixed on something far away—on memories she can’t escape, on love that was never hers to begin with.
And in that moment, Jisoo understands— love , in all its beauty and chaos, has never been fair to any of them. It moves unpredictably, slipping through fingers like grains of sand, refusing to be held in place. And Rosé—Rosé has spent too long trying to hold onto something that was never hers to begin with.
“You don’t have to do this,” Jisoo says quietly, the weight of unspoken things settling between them. They don’t look at each other. The words exist in the space between them, hesitant but honest.
Rosé’s breath hitches, unsure of what Jisoo means.
“This. Holding onto her.” Jisoo’s voice is steady, but there’s a gentleness to it, as if she’s afraid that saying it too harshly might break something fragile inside Rosé. “I know it hurts. And I know that when you love someone the way you love her, it feels impossible to just stop. But, Rosie… if you already know she’s never going to look at you the way you want her to—” she exhales, “—then maybe it’s time to let go.”
Rosé stays silent for a long moment, her gaze drifting back to Lisa and Jennie.
They’re just talking, their voices too soft to hear over the waves. But Rosé can still see it—the way Lisa’s body angles toward Jennie naturally, the way Jennie’s expression softens, even as she playfully rolls her eyes at whatever Lisa has just said. It’s easy between them, effortless .
Rosé has spent so long wishing Lisa would look at her like that. But she never has. And she never will.
She takes a breath, and with it, she releases something she’s been gripping onto for far too long.
“I just want her to be happy,” Rosé finally says, the words tasting final, like an unspoken goodbye to a dream she’s finally allowing herself to wake up from.
Jisoo follows her gaze, watching as Jennie suddenly bursts into laughter, nudging Lisa’s shoulder. Lisa grins, eyes crinkling as she teases her in return. Of course it was Lisa who made her laugh like that.
A part of Jisoo aches for Rosé, for the quiet heartbreak she’s forced to swallow. But another part of her feels something close to relief—because this time, Rosé isn’t asking what if . She’s choosing to move forward, even if it still hurts.
Jisoo shifts closer, bumping Rosé’s shoulder with her own. “You’re doing the right thing,” she says softly.
Rosé lets out a small, breathy laugh. “Then why does it still suck?”
Jisoo smiles, nudging her again. “Because love always sucks. Even when you do the right thing.”
They fall into a comfortable silence, letting the ocean breeze fill the spaces where words don’t need to be. The pain will linger—Jisoo knows that. But at least Rosé isn’t holding on to something that’s only hurting her.
And for the first time in a long time, Rosé doesn’t feel like she’s waiting for Lisa to see her.
Meanwhile, Lisa and Jennie are lost in their own world, completely unaware of the shift happening just a few feet away.
It happens naturally—the way they gravitate toward each other without thinking. No one is pulling them into a conversation, no one is forcing them into the same space. They’re simply… existing together , the way they always have.
When lunch rolls around, they leave together to pick up their orders from the resort, their conversation flowing easily. It isn’t anything groundbreaking—just small talk about their next album, what they want to accomplish as a group. But it feels easy, feels familiar, and that’s enough.
Somewhere in between topics, Lisa casually extends an invitation. “You should come to a workshop with me—one of the choreographers I’ve been working with.”
Jennie hesitates, holding onto her food a little tighter. There’s still an unspoken line between them, and she’s been so careful not to cross it. “Are you sure?”
Lisa looks at her like she doesn’t understand why she’s even asking. “Of course, I’m sure. You know Lee Jung, right?”
Jennie’s eyes widen with excitement. “Yes! I’ve been trying to book a class with her forever.”
Lisa rubs the back of her neck sheepishly. “Oh. That might be… because of me.”
Jennie blinks, confused. “What?”
Lisa grins, her tone teasing. “I may have been taking up most of her schedule.”
Jennie gasps dramatically. “ You are the reason I couldn’t get in?”
Lisa chuckles, stealing a fry from Jennie’s plate as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. “I might be. But hey, you get a private invite now, so technically, I’m making it up to you.”
Jennie shakes her head, but she’s smiling. And for the first time in a long time, there’s no hesitation in the way she looks at Lisa.
Neither of them notice that Jisoo and Rosé are gone.
Jisoo and Rosé had made a casual excuse about wanting to explore the local town for a bit—something about visiting a bookstore they’d heard about. Before leaving, they’d told one of the managers to let Jennie and Lisa know they were invited if they wanted to catch up later.
But Jennie and Lisa never got the message.
They were too lost in their conversation, exchanging easy smiles and small talk as the ocean breeze rolled in. It wasn’t anything particularly deep—just idle chatter about their favorite beach memories, the kind of food they’d been craving lately, and whether or not Lisa could still beat Jennie in a footrace ( she could, and she made sure to remind her ).
It isn’t until a lull in the conversation that they finally look around and realize something’s off.
“Where did those two go?” Lisa asks, frowning slightly as she glances over at the empty seats where Jisoo and Rosé had been sitting.
Jennie shrugs, looking just as confused. They ask one of the managers, and that’s when they hear about the invitation—Jisoo and Rosé had left for town but had extended an open offer for them to tag along.
Lisa turns to Jennie, tilting her head. “You interested?”
Jennie stretches her legs out in the sand, looking thoughtful. The truth is, she’s enjoying this—just being here, being with Lisa without anything or anyone pulling at them. The world always felt like it moved too fast, their schedules too demanding, but here… it was slow. Easy. Peaceful.
She leans back against her chair, smiling lazily. “Honestly? I kind of just want to do nothing today. Take advantage of the fact that, for once, I can .” She turns to Lisa. “But you should go if you want to.”
Lisa shakes her head almost immediately. “Nah. I think I’ll just relax, too. Maybe go on a walk later.”
Jennie hums in response, closing her eyes as she lets the warmth of the sun wash over her. The sounds of the waves and the distant laughter of beachgoers lull her into a drowsy calm. They eat their lunch in comfortable silence, neither of them feeling the need to fill the space with unnecessary words.
Eventually, Lisa stretches, standing up and brushing the sand off her legs. “I’m gonna go for that walk,” she says, gesturing toward the shoreline.
Jennie doesn’t even open her eyes. “Mhm,” she murmurs, already beginning to drift toward sleep.
Lisa watches her for a moment, a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips. Jennie looked so peaceful, her features relaxed in a way they rarely were. It was a rare sight, and Lisa had half a mind to let her be.
But then a thought— a much better thought—crept into her mind.
Without another word, Lisa turned on her heel and walked toward the shore, letting the cool waves rush over her feet. She dipped her hands into the water, gathering enough before making her way back toward Jennie’s chair.
And then— she struck.
A cold splash of seawater landed directly on Jennie’s exposed stomach, jolting her awake with a gasp.
“LISA!” Jennie shrieked, her voice full of disbelief as she sat up, eyes wide.
Lisa, grinning like the troublemaker she was, was already backing away toward the ocean. “Oops?” she said, feigning innocence.
Jennie narrowed her eyes, pushing her hair out of her face. “You better start running.”
Lisa laughed, turning on her heel and sprinting toward the water before Jennie could retaliate. But Jennie was fast—faster than Lisa had given her credit for—and in seconds, she was chasing after her, splashing through the shallows with reckless determination.
Lisa squealed as Jennie lunged at her, but the younger girl was too quick, dodging out of the way at the last second. Jennie, undeterred, bent down and scooped up a handful of water, flinging it at Lisa’s back.
“Oh, it’s on now,” Lisa said, turning around with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
And just like that, the chase began.
Their laughter echoed across the beach, the sun shining above them, the ocean stretching endlessly in front of them. For the first time in a long time, neither of them were thinking about the past, the future, or what should be.
It was just them.
Here. Now. Together.
Their playful fight continued, the sound of their laughter mixing with the crashing waves as they splashed and dodged each other along the shoreline. Jennie had gotten a few good hits in, soaking Lisa’s hair and nearly knocking her off balance, but Lisa was quick— too quick.
Lisa grinned as she backed into the deeper part of the water, her stance playful, taunting. “Come on, unnie , is that all you’ve got?” she teased, hands raised like she was ready to block whatever Jennie threw next.
Jennie narrowed her eyes, pretending to consider her next move. Then, with a sudden burst of speed, she lunged—except Lisa saw it coming.
In one smooth motion, Lisa ducked low, wrapping her arms around Jennie’s waist and tackling them both into the water.
The world became a blur of bubbles and movement as Jennie was pulled under, her body twisting as the cool ocean engulfed her. She hadn’t been expecting it—Lisa was strong, but she hadn’t realized just how strong until now.
For a second, she panicked. It was playful, but still— panic nonetheless. The moment she lost control, her instincts kicked in, her arms flailing for something to grab onto.
Lisa, realizing almost instantly, let go and reached for her instead. In the next second, she was pulling Jennie up, her grip firm, her face filled with guilt.
“Shit— unnie —are you okay?” Lisa’s voice was laced with worry as she held onto her, her brows furrowed.
Jennie coughed dramatically, her hands clutching at Lisa’s shoulders like she was trying to steady herself. Lisa’s eyes widened, her grip tightening in alarm. “Oh my God— I’m so sorry ! I didn’t mean to— are you hurt? ”
Jennie coughed again, just a little weaker this time, milking Lisa’s guilt for all it was worth. She let her body sag slightly against the younger girl, sighing as if she had just narrowly survived disaster.
Lisa looked devastated . “Unnie— I swear —”
But before Lisa could start full-blown apologizing, Jennie suddenly grinned— a devilish, victorious grin —and grabbed Lisa’s wrist.
“Gotcha.”
And with that, she yanked Lisa forward, pulling her deeper into the ocean.
Lisa barely had time to react before the water swallowed them both again, Jennie laughing as she kicked away from Lisa’s grip, disappearing just as quickly as she had pulled her under.
Lisa surfaced, coughing once ( real coughing, this time), and pushed her soaked hair out of her face. " YAH! " she shouted, eyes wide with betrayal.
Jennie resurfaced a few feet away, laughing so hard she had to hold her stomach. “You should’ve seen your face!” she wheezed, wiping at her eyes. “I—oh my God—I can’t breathe —”
Lisa scowled, but it didn’t last long. The corners of her lips twitched before she groaned, rolling her eyes. “I felt so bad , you evil little gremlin.”
Jennie smirked, wading further into the water with a casual shrug. “Serves you right for tackling me.”
Lisa crossed her arms, raising a brow. “Oh, so we’re playing dirty now?”
Jennie took one look at Lisa’s expression before realizing— she was about to regret everything.
“Lisa— wait— ”
Too late.
Lisa lunged.
They played for a bit longer, chasing each other through the waves, splashing and tackling, the sound of their laughter rising above the crash of the ocean. It felt *good*—light, effortless, like something they hadn’t had in a long time.
For a moment, there were no unspoken words, no lingering doubts, no walls between them. Just *them*, laughing and teasing, their bodies moving like they had been made to exist in each other’s orbit.
It wasn’t until one of the managers waved them down from the shore that they realized how much time had passed.
“Dinner!” the manager called out, motioning for them to come in. “The one you *promised* you’d take the crew to.”
Jennie and Lisa groaned in unison, both reluctant to leave the water, but neither had the energy to argue. Slowly, they waded back to shore, their limbs heavy from all the running and splashing, their skin warm from the sun and salty from the sea.
As they walked up the sand, still giggling over their last ridiculous attempt to dunk each other underwater, there was a shift—small, almost imperceptible, but *there*.
For a second, they weren’t just Jennie and Lisa, two friends playfully teasing each other.
For a second, they were *Jennie and Lisa*, the ones who used to love each other so deeply it felt like breathing. The ones who had whispered secrets under dim hotel lights, who had once held each other close not just out of comfort, but out of something *more*.
Jennie felt it.
Lisa felt it.
The weight of their history, of everything they used to be, hung between them like a delicate thread waiting to be pulled.
And then— *Lisa’s phone rang.*
The sound cut through the air like a sudden gust of wind, scattering whatever fragile moment they had been caught in. Lisa barely even looked at the screen before she reached into her bag and shut the phone off, slipping it away without a second thought.
Jennie raised an eyebrow, brushing damp hair away from her face. “You’re not going to answer that?”
Lisa shrugged, her expression unreadable. “I’ll call them back later.”
Jennie watched her carefully, something in her gut telling her there was more to that call than Lisa was letting on. But she didn’t push—not yet.
Instead, she nodded, falling into step beside Lisa as they made their way back toward the resort, the weight of the moment still lingering, even as it slowly slipped away.
By the time they arrived back at the hotel, Jennie and Lisa were still caught up in reminiscing about their day. Their laughter echoed softly in the hallway as they recounted the best moments—Lisa’s failed attempts to dodge Jennie’s splashes, the dramatic way Jennie had pretended to drown, and the warmth of the sun against their skin as they laid in the sand afterward.
Stepping into the elevator, they were met with the familiar faces of Jisoo and Rosé, who had just returned from town. The four of them naturally fell into conversation, their voices filling the small space with an easy, familiar energy.
“So, how was the bookstore?” Jennie asked, shaking the last bit of ocean water from her hair.
“Peaceful,” Jisoo said, holding up a small bag. “I got a couple of books, but more importantly, I found the cutest café. You would’ve loved it.”
Rosé nodded enthusiastically. “They had a little band playing in the corner. It was such a vibe . We also walked around and saw some local art—really cool stuff.”
Jennie smiled, the thought of a quiet bookstore and café tempting, but she wouldn’t have traded her afternoon for anything. “Sounds like you had a good day.”
“We did,” Jisoo confirmed before raising a brow. “And you two? Look like you had fun.”
Lisa smirked. “Oh, we had plenty of fun.”
“She tried to drown me,” Jennie interjected, crossing her arms dramatically.
“ Tried is a strong word,” Lisa defended, holding up her hands. “I call it… an unexpected swim lesson.”
The girls laughed as Jennie rolled her eyes, but there was no real annoyance behind it—just warmth.
“The water was amazing,” Rosé said wistfully. “Was it as nice as it looked?”
Lisa nodded. “Better. It felt like the whole world just slowed down for a bit.”
“And my nap,” Jennie added, tilting her head toward Lisa with faux bitterness, “was also peaceful. Until someone decided to wake me up in the worst way possible.”
Lisa grinned, looking entirely unrepentant. “I regret nothing .”
The girls continued to tease and chat until the elevator dinged, signaling their arrival at their floor. As they stepped out, the conversation naturally shifted to their upcoming dinner.
“I’m actually really excited about this,” Rosé admitted, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “It’s nice to finally be able to do something for the team. They work so hard for us.”
Jisoo nodded. “Exactly. And honestly, I’m just happy we get to enjoy a dinner together. No schedules, no pressure—just us, eating good food and relaxing.”
Jennie hummed in agreement, stretching her arms slightly. “I hope they’re hungry because I plan on ordering everything .”
Lisa laughed. “As long as you don’t fall asleep at the table, unnie .”
Jennie playfully shoved Lisa’s shoulder, but there was a lightness between them, something easy and familiar . It felt good.
As they walked toward their rooms to get ready, the excitement for the night ahead grew between them, buzzing like an unspoken promise—one that, for now, was free of complications.
***
The dinner was already in full swing by the time the girls arrived, the atmosphere buzzing with warmth and excitement. Their crew had clearly not expected such a grand meal, and the genuine looks of appreciation on their faces made it all the more worthwhile.
Rosé and Lisa had made up on the way to the restaurant. Lisa had apologized for overstepping, her voice quieter than usual, admitting that she only wanted to show her support. “I just wanted you to know that you are worth fighting for,” she had said, her sincerity shining through.
Rosé had nodded, offering Lisa a small, understanding smile while ignoring the dull ache in her chest. She had spent the whole afternoon not thinking about it, and now, as she sat at the table, listening to the laughter and easy conversation around her, she realized something—she was slowly , truly letting Lisa go.
Lisa and Jennie sat next to each other, an arrangement that had happened naturally. Across from them, Rosé and Jisoo engaged in a lively discussion with the managers about the old days, reminiscing about their wild trainee years and all the moments that had brought them here.
At some point, Rosé and Jisoo shared the inspiration behind Crazy Over You , diving into the depth of its meaning.
“The song is like… dangerous infatuation,” Rosé explained, twirling her chopsticks between her fingers. “It’s confident, almost arrogant, but underneath it, there’s this sense of recklessness—like you know you’re getting caught up in something you shouldn’t, but you can’t help yourself.”
Jisoo nodded, adding, “It’s this idea of a love so intense that it borders on obsession. You think you’re in control, but by the end, you’re completely lost in it.”
Lisa, chewing thoughtfully, smirked. “Like a game of cat and mouse?”
“Exactly,” Rosé said, her voice alight with enthusiasm. “The lyrics make it seem like we’re the ones chasing, but the twist is that we’re just as trapped.”
Jennie chuckled, swirling her drink. “So, basically, us in every relationship we’ve ever had.”
The table erupted into laughter, the kind that felt light and effortless. It was one of those rare nights where everything just clicked , where the pressures of their careers and the weight of unspoken words melted away.
Then, Lisa’s phone buzzed against the table.
The screen lit up, displaying three symbols instead of a name—a black heart, a swan, and a penguin.
Lisa’s breath caught in her throat. Mina.
She had missed the first call earlier, and now, seeing the familiar symbols, a rush of excitement coursed through her. Without hesitation, she grabbed the phone and stood up. “I’ll be right back,” she said quickly, excusing herself before anyone could question it.
Jennie, who had been mid-sip of her drink, watched Lisa as she walked toward the exit. She wasn’t sure why she was paying such close attention, but there was something about Lisa’s reaction—how quickly she had left, the way her entire demeanor had shifted.
Jennie took a slow, deep swig of her drink, letting the burn settle in her chest. She turned back to the conversation, forcing herself to stay present, but her eyes flickered toward the door Lisa had just disappeared through.
Outside, Lisa pressed the phone to her ear, her heartbeat quickening.
Lisa stepped out into the warm night air, her phone pressed tightly against her ear. Even though she was excited to hear Mina’s voice, she kept her tone neutral—calm, casual, just in case anyone nearby was listening.
‘Hey,’ she greeted, glancing over her shoulder before leaning against the railing.
‘Lisa,’ Mina’s voice came through, soft and familiar, sending warmth through Lisa’s chest.
Lisa exhaled quietly, letting the sound of Mina’s voice settle over her. She had missed this—just talking . But she kept her tone light. ‘I saw I missed your call earlier. I got caught up in something.’
‘I figured,’ Mina replied, a smile in her voice. ‘Something fun?’
Lisa smirked slightly. ‘Something like that.’ She glanced around the dimly lit patio, making sure no one was within earshot. ‘What about you? How was your day?’
‘It was good,’ Mina said. ‘I had another therapy session today.’
Lisa nodded, keeping her voice measured. ‘How was that?’
‘Better than expected,’ Mina admitted. ‘ Some days are harder than others, but I’m making progress. My therapist keeps reminding me to be patient with myself.’
Lisa hummed, her fingers tapping lightly against the railing. ‘That’s good. Patience is important.’
‘I know,’ Mina sighed. ‘I just want to feel like me again.’
Lisa’s grip on the phone tightened slightly. You are normal , she wanted to say, but she held back. Instead, she replied evenly, ‘I know my love but you’re doing all the right things to get back there so be proud of yourself.’
Mina didn’t respond right away, but Lisa could hear her soft exhale. ‘Thanks.’
A beat of silence passed, comfortable in its familiarity.
‘I built that Lego set today,’ Mina said, shifting the conversation.
Lisa smirked. ‘Which one?’
‘The Upside Down’
Lisa’s smile widened slightly. ‘That’s a good one.’
‘It is,’ Mina said. ‘And it lights up!’
Lisa chuckled. ‘You should send me a picture later.’
‘I will,’ Mina promised. ‘What about you? What have you been up to?’
Lisa shrugged, even though Mina couldn’t see her. ‘Just the usual.'
‘Meaning?’ Mina pressed, amusement in her voice.
Lisa hesitated. ‘Spent some time by the water, had private time at the beach, it was lovely’ she said vaguely. Maybe it’s the paranoia but a part of her is scared that Mina might put the pieces together that the girl Lisa was crying about all those months ago is Jennie. And the last thing she wants is to give ammo in her relationship of distrust. ‘It was nice.’
Mina hummed, picking up on Lisa’s careful wording. ‘That’s good. You don’t take enough days to relax.’
Lisa exhaled through her nose. ‘Trying to be better about it.’
‘You should be,’ Mina replied lightly. ‘You always have so much energy to burn.’
Lisa smirked. ‘Says you.’
Mina giggled softly, and Lisa allowed herself to close her eyes for just a moment, soaking in the sound.
‘How’s your knee?’ Lisa asked after a pause.
‘Healing well,’ Mina answered. ‘Still a lot of PT ahead, but I’m getting there.’
Lisa nodded, keeping her voice neutral. ‘Good. That’s good.’
Another brief silence passed, before Lisa decided to tread carefully into something she had been waiting to ask. ‘And… that song you were working on?’
Mina chuckled. ‘Still not done.’
Lisa huffed a small laugh. ‘Didn’t think you’d make me wait this long.’
‘You’ll hear it when it’s ready,’ Mina teased.
Lisa kept her tone light. ‘If you say so.’
They fell into an easy rhythm, conversation flowing in a way that felt familiar, steady. But even though Lisa was desperate to let herself sink into it completely, she kept her tone measured, never straying too far into anything personal. Just in case.
Eventually, Mina sighed. ‘You should go back inside. They’re probably wondering where you went.’
Lisa glanced at the door, hesitating. ‘Yeah. Probably.’
Mina’s voice softened just slightly. ‘I’ll call you again soon.’
Lisa nodded, still keeping her voice neutral. ‘Sounds good.’
There was a brief pause, a hesitation from both sides. Then Mina spoke again, softer. ‘Take care, okay?’
Lisa swallowed, keeping her tone even. ‘You too.’
And with that, she ended the call, slipping the phone back into her pocket before taking a deep breath.
Her expression was unreadable as she walked back inside, but as soon as she stepped through the doors, her eyes flickered toward the table.
Jennie was still sitting there, swirling the drink in her glass, half-listening to the conversation.
But Lisa noticed something right away— Jennie was already watching her.
Lisa stepped back into the restaurant, her usual easygoing smile slipping back into place as she approached the table. If she noticed the way Jennie’s eyes lingered on her for a second too long, she didn’t show it. Instead, she slid into her seat like nothing had happened, stretching slightly before turning to the group.
“So,” Lisa said, shaking off the weight of the call, “what’d I miss?”
Jennie, deciding to play along, took a sip of her drink before responding, her voice casual. “We were just talking about how we’re really excited to go back to Korea and start recording. We want to get back in the studio, work on the steps, start putting things together.”
Lisa grinned at that, immediately jumping into the conversation. “Same. I’ve been thinking about choreography a lot lately.”
Jisoo smirked, amused. “When are you not thinking about choreography?”
Lisa laughed, shrugging. “Fair. But I was just on a call with Kiel Tutin the other day, and I really want to work on something with him. I’ve been listening to the How You Like That sample on repeat, and he’s so excited about it. I was thinking we could put something together—maybe even build some concepts before we get into rehearsals.”
The girls cooed at their maknae , thoroughly impressed by her passion.
“You never stop, do you?” Jennie teased, but there was something fond in her tone.
Lisa smirked. “Nope. And you love me for it.” there was a beat of hesitation.
Jennie rolled her eyes but didn’t disagree.
Jisoo leaned forward, resting her chin in her hand. “Okay, but I do want to see what you come up with. If it’s anything like the last time you worked with Kiel, it’s gonna be insane.”
Rosé nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I love when you choreograph things. You always make it look so effortless.”
Lisa beamed at the praise, playfully flipping her hair. “What can I say? It’s a gift.”
The table laughed, and for a moment, everything felt light and easy again.
Then, out of nowhere, Rosé spoke up. “Jisoo and I have been working on something too.”
Jisoo, who had been mid-bite, choked on her food. “ What? ” she sputtered, coughing into her napkin as Rosé grinned mischievously.
Lisa raised an eyebrow. “Wait, what? Since when?”
Rosé shrugged, looking entirely unbothered. “For a while now. We’ve been playing around with some ideas—seeing where they take us.”
Jennie smirked, watching Jisoo’s expression shift between shock and reluctant amusement. “What exactly have you been working on?”
Jisoo finally cleared her throat, setting down her chopsticks as she composed herself. “ Yeah Yeah Yeah. ”
Lisa’s eyes lit up. “ Ohhhh. That one.”
Jisoo sighed, shaking her head as if she had already resigned herself to Rosé throwing her under the bus. “It started as just messing around with a melody, but then Rosé got serious about it. And now, suddenly, we have a song.”
Rosé grinned. “It’s got that nostalgic, almost retro-pop vibe. It’s different from what we usually do, but it still feels very us .”
Jisoo nodded, finally leaning into the conversation. “Lyrically, it’s kind of fun because it plays with this bittersweet feeling—like, it’s upbeat, but it’s still about love not working out.”
Lisa tapped her fingers against the table, already intrigued. “So, it’s kind of like… a danceable heartbreak song?”
“Exactly,” Rosé said, excited that Lisa was catching on. “The energy keeps it from being too sad. It’s more about acceptance than heartbreak. Like, you still remember the good times, but you know it’s over.”
Jennie hummed, tilting her head. “That actually sounds really cool.”
Lisa grinned. “And now I really want to hear it.”
Rosé smirked. “Then you’ll just have to wait.”
Jisoo groaned. “Oh no. Not this again. One songwriter in this group is already torturing us with secrecy, and now we have two ?”
Rosé and Lisa exchanged knowing glances, and then Lisa turned to Jisoo with a mischievous smile.
“Patience, unnie ,” Lisa teased. “ Art takes time.”
Jisoo groaned dramatically, while the rest of the table laughed, the conversation slipping back into easy excitement. For a moment, everything was simple—just four girls, dreaming about music, about performances, about what came next.
And for now, that was more than enough.
***
The night carried a quiet weight, the kind that settled deep in their bones after a long day spent in the sun, filled with laughter, unspoken words, and the ghost of something that had once been almost theirs.
Dinner had ended with warm thank-yous and lingering smiles. Rosé and Jisoo were the first to peel away, exhaustion settling in after a full day of exploring the town. Jennie and Lisa walked back to their rooms in an easy silence, but beneath the surface, something heavier swirled between them.
It had always been like this.
A pull. A hesitation. A history neither of them could erase, no matter how much time passed.
When they reached their doors, Jennie reached for the handle, ready to say goodnight, to retreat into the safety of her room before the weight of the past could creep in. But then she noticed Lisa— hesitating .
Jennie turned, brows furrowing slightly. “What?”
Lisa shifted her weight from one foot to the other, glancing down the dimly lit hallway. “I was thinking…” she trailed off, rubbing the back of her neck. “I kind of want to go for a walk.”
Jennie inhaled sharply, though she wasn’t sure why.
She knew why.
The last time they had been alone like this, it had unraveled—messy and raw, tangled in the past and the things they had never been able to say at the right time.
Lisa had once laid her heart bare for Jennie, only to be turned away. Jennie had once tried to do the same, only to find Lisa too guarded, too afraid to believe her. Between them, there had been love, rejection, confusion, and something not quite love but too much to be just friendship. And in the middle of all of it, there had been them , orbiting each other in this endless push and pull, never quite landing in the same place at the same time.
Jennie had spent so much time working through her own feelings, peeling back the layers of guilt, of regret, until she was finally ready. But by the time she had turned around, ready to step toward Lisa, Lisa had already stepped away .
And now Lisa was here, standing in front of her, but not the way she used to be.
Jennie opened her mouth to say goodnight, to tell Lisa to go ahead without her.
But before she could, Lisa spoke again.
“Come with me?”
Jennie froze.
It wasn’t a plea, not quite. But it wasn’t casual, either. It wasn’t the kind of invitation you could brush off easily.
Lisa was looking at her now, really looking , her expression unreadable—but Jennie had known Lisa long enough to recognize the flicker of something careful, something hesitant, something guarded .
It was the same way Lisa had looked at her back when she was still trying to unlove her.
Jennie swallowed, her fingers tightening around the doorknob. There was a moment, a single beat, where she considered saying no. Where she considered walking inside, closing the door, and letting Lisa go.
But Jennie had spent enough time running from moments like this.
And maybe—just maybe—this time, she didn’t want to.
Chapter 31: but I dont want
Notes:
blinks how are we because JenLisa is rekindling the fire inside my heart wbu guys?
Chapter Text
The walk was quiet.
Not strained, not tense—just the kind of silence that carried weight. The kind that settled in the chest and made everything feel fragile. Jennie didn’t speak, and neither did Lisa. There was no need. Words felt like they might break the spell they hadn’t even meant to cast. The sand was cool beneath their feet, the sky a muted canvas of dusk and moonlight. Most of the umbrellas had been folded away, the other resorts closed for the night. The world felt paused, like it was holding its breath just for them.
Their steps stayed in sync. They always did. It was one of those eerie things about them, how naturally they fell into rhythm—like they were designed with the same metronome buried somewhere in their ribs. Even after all the space, all the unsaid things, all the undoing—they still just fit in a way that felt almost cosmic.
When they reached the room, Lisa held the door open, and Jennie stepped through with a soft nod. Neither of them said goodnight right away. The air was thick with everything they hadn’t said on that walk. It buzzed between them, clung to the fabric of their clothes, nestled in the gap between their shadows.
“Goodnight,” Lisa said first, her voice quiet, careful.
“Night,” Jennie replied, barely above a whisper.
They climbed into their separate beds without another word. The space between them wasn’t much—just a few feet, maybe less—but it felt like a canyon. Jennie lay on her back, one arm folded beneath her head, staring up at the ceiling like it might offer answers she’d never been brave enough to ask for. She could feel Lisa doing the same. She didn’t have to look—she just knew.
The silence between them wasn’t empty. It was alive. It was trembling.
Jennie’s heart beat too loudly in her ears. She could almost feel the shape of Lisa’s thoughts in the air.
Was Lisa thinking about that afternoon at the art museum—the one where Jennie had finally said what Lisa had been waiting so long to hear, soft and hesitant between canvases and cautious smiles?
Was Jennie thinking about the first time they kissed in Bangkok, how it had felt like gravity had realigned itself just to pull them closer?
Did those short, stolen nights during Coachella mean nothing but physicality? Or had they both, quietly and irrevocably, left parts of themselves behind in hotel rooms and half-finished sentences?
The answers didn’t come. Neither of them spoke.
Jennie turned her head slightly toward Lisa’s bed, catching the faint silhouette of her in the dim moonlight. She could tell Lisa wasn’t asleep—not by the way her chest rose and fell a little too sharply, or how her hand curled and uncurled in the blankets like she was holding back from reaching.
It would’ve taken nothing to close the space between them. Just a breath. A whisper. A name.
But neither of them moved.
It was the kind of moment you see in films—the slow, aching kind where two people clearly love each other but can’t find the courage to say it out loud. Where every second stretches too long, and the silence becomes a scream.
Jennie wanted to speak—to say something brave and real and irreversible. She wanted to ask Lisa if she still remembered the way her name used to sound when it meant something. If she still dreamed about the life they never got to finish writing.
But her lips stayed closed. Her pride, her fear, her hurt—whatever it was—won.
Lisa didn’t speak either.
And so they lay there. On their backs, eyes wide open, the ceiling above them nothing but a blank canvas for all the what-ifs.
The space between their beds was electric. Charged.
It held a thousand unsaid things:
I miss you.
I still want you.
I don’t know how to stop.
Eventually, sleep took them—not gently, but like surrender. Exhaustion won where words could not. They drifted off not in peace, but in a quiet kind of devastation.
There’s something strange that happens when time slows down — not the kind of slow that drags or dulls, but the kind that wraps around you like the golden hush of sunset through gauzy curtains. Hawaii, for them, became that hush. A slow breath in the middle of their storm.
It started simply. Morning coffee on balconies overlooking a sea that shimmered like it had secrets to tell. Bare feet against wood floors. The rustle of palm trees whispering things none of them said aloud.
For a while, the world was only them. No stages. No cameras. Just four girls who had loved and hurt and needed space to remember who they were when it was just the ocean and each other.
—
“Did you just buy that pineapple hat?” Jennie asked, watching Rosie place the ridiculous thing on her head with deadly seriousness.
Rosie turned, deadpan. “It spoke to me.”
Jisoo burst out laughing, almost spilling her shaved ice. Lisa snapped a photo with her disposable camera, the lens clicking with a softness that would later develop into grainy memories.
The Aloha Stadium market was hot, sticky, alive with color. They darted between stalls — Jennie bartering with the charm of a local, Lisa trying every sample of dried mango, Rosie collecting little trinkets like she was trying to build a map of joy. And Jisoo, hovering close to Rosie, noticed it — the way she didn’t look toward Lisa so much anymore. Or if she did, it wasn’t with longing. It was something quieter. Something almost like peace.
—
Some days melted into slow beach afternoons. At the Kahala Resort, dolphins swam alongside them like mirrors of their own energy — playful, intuitive, wild. Lisa had laughed so hard when one nudged her from behind that she’d fallen into the water, emerging with her hair plastered to her cheeks and eyes glittering.
“You okay?” Jennie had asked, already giggling.
Lisa grinned. “Never better.”
They were always near each other now. Not always on purpose. Sometimes they’d just end up on the same lounge chair, the same side of the pool, picking the same song for the drive home. It was muscle memory. It was gravity.
—
The nights were slower. Softer. They took Polaroids in the garden — Rosie jumping midair, Jennie twirling in a sarong, Jisoo making ridiculous faces. Lisa stayed behind the camera for most of them until Jennie finally yanked her into a frame.
“Your turn,” Jennie said, pulling her close.
Their cheeks touched as the flash burst. In the photo, their eyes were closed but smiling.
Later, on the porch with warm tea in their hands, Lisa glanced at Jennie. “We used to do this, remember?”
Jennie nodded, her voice small. “Before everything.”
“I missed this,” Lisa said.
And Jennie, heart thudding too loud in her chest, just replied, “Me too.”
That was the thing. They didn’t need big speeches. They just needed these moments — stitched together like soft thread pulling something old into something new.
—
Jisoo found herself spending more time with Rosie as the days rolled by. She made it a point to be near her — brushing sand off her shoulders, offering her half of a passionfruit popsicle, wordlessly passing her sunscreen.
“You don’t have to hover,” Rosie said one afternoon as they lay on towels beneath a quiet patch of shade.
“I’m not hovering,” Jisoo replied, completely hovering. “I’m making sure you’re okay.”
Rosie’s lips twitched into something like a smile. “I think I might be.”
And maybe she was. Maybe letting go wasn’t a sharp thing. Maybe it was a slow, warm fading. Maybe the sea had taken it — the ache, the hope, the stubborn ache to be seen by someone who had only ever half-looked.
“I think I’m finally watching the waves,” she added softly, “instead of drowning in them.”
—
Meanwhile, Lisa’s phone buzzed intermittently. Mina’s name glowed softly on the screen. A text. A missed call. A voice memo filled with the sounds of Japanese countryside and Mina’s laughter as she recounted something about a coffee shop they’d once loved.
Lisa read every message. She just didn’t answer most of them.
“ Sorry, been so busy, ” she finally wrote one day. “ Filming. Hanging out with the girls. I’ll call soon, promise. ”
And she meant it. But somehow, every time she thought about dialing, she was already somewhere else — driving with Jennie through winding roads blasting old pop songs, sitting under fairy lights watching Rosie and Jisoo try to toast marshmallows with a candle.
Mina didn’t complain. When they did speak, her voice was sweet and patient. But Lisa could hear it — the small space growing between them, like wind through a half-closed door.
—
By the third week, their routines had faded into ritual. Long walks on the beach. Shared plates of grilled fish and pineapple rice. Evenings spent braiding each other’s hair or writing postcards they never mailed.
Jennie and Lisa moved around each other like planets sliding back into orbit. They teased more, touched more, talked more in the language only they knew — not always in words, sometimes just glances, sometimes just breath.
Once, Jennie almost brought it up — the kiss, the confusion, the what are we now that haunted her chest. But then Lisa handed her a flower she’d tucked behind her ear and said, “You still look best in yellow,” and the question fell away in favor of the way Lisa was smiling at her.
Rosie saw it too. From her corner of the beach, wrapped in Jisoo’s hoodie, she watched them laugh together and realized she didn’t feel broken anymore. Just… quiet.
“You okay?” Jisoo asked.
“Yeah,” Rosie said. “You know what? I actually think I’m okay.”
—
And so Hawaii held them — a month suspended in golden softness. A place where hearts shifted without breaking. Where letting go wasn’t a fall, but a float.
When they left, their luggage was heavier with souvenirs and sun-kissed clothes, but lighter in the places that used to ache.
None of them said it aloud, but they all knew:
Something had changed. Something had healed.
Seoul air felt different after Hawaii.
It wasn’t just the colder breeze or the concrete skyline slicing the sky. It was the quiet shift under their skin — the kind that happens when you’ve been somewhere sacred and now have to learn how to carry it with you.
The flight had been long, but none of the girls were dragging their feet. If anything, there was an odd buzz to their return — not a frantic one, but a sense of readiness. Like after exhaling for a month, they were finally ready to breathe back in.
—
Back at their shared apartment, the girls moved like familiar ghosts in a familiar house. Luggage was cracked open even though they all knew they’d be too tired to unpack fully. Jennie tossed her passport on the table with a satisfied sigh.
“God, I missed my bed.”
Rosie chuckled, already pulling out a tote bag packed with souvenirs. “You missed your closet more, admit it.”
Jisoo was halfway into the fridge. “We have no food,” she called out. “Who let us be adults?”
They laughed. Not the polite kind, but the warm, exhausted kind that lingered. The kind that told you the trip had done what it needed to do.
As they padded around in socks and sweatpants, they shared small, drifting conversations about their favorite parts — Lisa jumping into the ocean without checking the depth, Jennie falling asleep mid-spa treatment, Rosie getting emotional at sunset, and Jisoo somehow becoming a fire pit marshmallow master by week two.
They passed around trinkets — a coconut keychain for their manager, vintage t-shirts for backup dancers, handmade bracelets for their families. The apartment smelled like sea salt and faintly like pineapple.
“I can’t believe we start rehearsals tomorrow,” Jennie murmured.
Rosie flopped onto the couch beside her. “At least we’re not burnt out this time.”
There was a pause, soft and content.
“Do you think… we’ll ever feel that light again?” Rosie asked.
Jisoo didn’t look up from the snacks she was unpacking. “I think we just did.”
—
Meanwhile, Lisa had stepped into her apartment alone — and for the first time in a while, it didn’t feel empty.
Her heart skipped a beat at the sound of soft mewing rushing to greet her. Leo brushed against her legs, and Lily hopped up to bump her chin. They always knew when she was home before she even opened the door.
She crouched to greet them, her voice melting. “Hey babies, did you miss me?”
“Don’t lie to them,” a voice called out from down the hall. “They were angels for me.”
Lisa’s head whipped up as her mother emerged from the guest room, robe tied, holding a mug of warm barley tea like she belonged there — which, in truth, she always did.
“You’re here!” Lisa said, rising to wrap her arms around her.
“Where else would I be?” her mother laughed. “Someone had to make sure you don’t come back to a dead orchid.”
As Lisa pulled back, something caught her eye — a massive bouquet of fresh flowers sitting on her kitchen island, lush and radiant, wrapped in pale pink paper and tied with velvet ribbon.
“Oh…” she murmured, walking over. “These are… new.”
Her first thought was her mom, but then she saw the card. It was tucked carefully beneath the baby’s breath, written in handwriting she’d recognize anywhere.
Welcome home, my love. I missed you. I hope Hawaii was everything. Call me soon. Love, M ♡
Lisa’s fingers lingered on the edge of the card. Something in her chest tightened — a slow pull that wasn’t pain, but wasn’t quite comfort either. It was a reminder. A presence. A weight, gently placed back in her hands.
Her mother sipped her tea with a knowing smirk. “They arrived just about an hour before you walked in.”
Lisa turned to her, eyes wide. “You saw the delivery?”
“I signed for them,” her mother grinned. “The boy said the sender gave special instructions — ‘Make sure she sees them the moment she gets home.’”
Lisa let out a breath that curled into a smile.
“Thoughtful girl, that one,” her mother added. “She’s sweet. Can’t wait to meet her properly.”
Lisa nodded slowly, her gaze returning to the flowers. “Yeah. She’s… she really is.”
—
Later that night, Lisa stood in her kitchen, fingers grazing the petals.
There was guilt, somewhere inside her. Not the sharp kind. But the soft, lingering kind — the kind that comes from joy you didn’t mean to feel somewhere else.
She hadn’t forgotten Mina. Not really. But in Hawaii… she hadn’t thought about her much either.
She thought about Jennie’s laughter, the sun on Rosie’s skin, the way Jisoo had learned to dance barefoot in the sand. She thought about a time before things got messy, and how for one whole month, it almost felt like they’d gone back.
Still, the bouquet was beautiful. And Mina was trying.
Lisa pulled out her phone and stared at the screen.
Her thumb hovered over Call.
She pressed it.
And for the first time in weeks, she didn’t send it to voicemail.
The apartment was still, the late-night silence brushing gently against the windows. Lisa curled her fingers around her warm mug, breathing in the scent of jasmine tea. Her feet were bare against the cool tiles, and her eyes kept flicking toward her phone, screen still black.
It was almost midnight in Seoul, but she knew Mina would be up.
Finally, the screen lit. Incoming call: Minari 🐧
Lisa answered immediately. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Mina said, her voice low and soft but not sleepy. It was the kind of softness Lisa had missed — thoughtful, slow-spoken, like Mina always chose her words with a kind of deliberate care.
Lisa smiled. “You always sound like a song when you say hello.”
Mina chuckled. “You’ve been spending too much time with Rosé.”
“Can’t help it. She’s contagious.”
There was a pause — a comfortable one, at first. Mina asked how the flight was, if Lisa had slept at all. Lisa recounted the gentle chaos of their return: how Jennie forgot her passport until the last second, how Jisoo tried to smuggle macadamia nuts through customs like they were sacred relics. Mina laughed, and Lisa felt the sound like sunlight through curtains.
But even in the warmth, Lisa could sense the quiet. Not distance, exactly — more like a question waiting for its turn.
“So,” Lisa said, curling her legs beneath her as she settled onto the couch. “Tell me everything.”
Mina exhaled. “I went to the shoot with the girls.”
“Oh yeah? How was that?”
“Good,” Mina said, and then after a beat, “Strange. Momo and Jihyo kept arguing. Same thing every time — timing, spacing, who missed what count. It wasn’t a big fight, just… tension, you know? Before I left though I could tell things just are struggling to get back to where they were”
Lisa nodded. “I get that.”
Mina continued, “ I think we’re all just trying to find the rhythm again. I didn’t realize how different things would feel when and if I came back”
Lisa tilted her head. “Different how?”
“Like we’re all walking through the same room but listening to different songs,” Mina said. “But it’s okay. I think we’ll find our way back.”
Lisa was quiet for a second. “That’s really poetic.”
“I’ve been writing,” Mina said, like a confession.
Lisa lit up. “Will I finally know? Please let me hear it!”
“I wasn’t sure if I’d finish anything,” Mina said, voice dipping. “But I played a demo for Dahyun. She gave me some great notes. Still not ready to show it to you yet, though.”
Lisa smiled softly. “Sigh–I thought I was special”
There was a pause. Mina’s breathing stayed even.
“And what about Hawaii?” Mina asked, shifting the focus.
Lisa leaned back against the couch cushion. “God, it was beautiful. I wish you could’ve seen it. Everything was so bright and slow. We had these long mornings on the beach, and even longer nights doing nothing but laughing.”
Mina hummed gently. “I saw some of the clips. You looked happy.”
Lisa hesitated, sensing the shift beneath the words.
“I was,” she admitted. “I think we all needed it more than we realized.”
There was silence again. Not cold. Not angry. Just… quiet. Like she could tell there was something different.
“Mina?” Lisa asked, voice soft.
Mina exhaled, not as a sigh, but like she was grounding herself. “I’m okay,” she said, and Lisa believed her. “But I do want to say something. Just to get it off my chest.”
Lisa straightened.
“I don’t want you to apologize or fix anything,” Mina began. “I just want to be honest with you. And I need to do that without feeling like I’m being too much.”
“You’re never too much,” Lisa said gently. “I’m listening.”
Mina’s voice stayed calm. Steady. “There were moments, Lisa, when I wondered if you were really too busy… or just somewhere else emotionally. Not in a hurt way — not jealousy. Just… distance. Like you weren’t in the same rhythm with me for a while. And I told myself it was fine, that I trust you, and I do. But there were little things. A goodnight text at 10, and a new video of you laughing at midnight. Telling me you were wiped out and then watching a whole movie with the girls. It wasn’t lies, just… things that didn’t line up. I would rather tell me that you’ve got plans with the girls than that–because I just felt like I was being put in the back burner”
Lisa blinked, shame pricking at her skin.
“I’m not accusing you of anything,” Mina said quickly, but firmly. “I just need you to know how it felt. Not because I want to make you feel bad — I just want to stop holding it in. Because when I like someone, I want to be seen. I want to see them too. And I know you’re trying. I know you care. But I don’t want to feel like the quieter parts of me are always waiting to be heard.”
Lisa felt the weight of her words, but it wasn’t crushing. It was clarifying.
“Mina,” she said carefully, “you’re right. I wasn’t trying to push you away, but I did let the noise take up too much space. And that’s on me. I want to be better at staying present with you, even when things are loud.”
Mina didn’t say anything for a second.
Then: “Thank you.”
There was a warmth in her voice again, not because the ache had disappeared, but because Lisa hadn’t looked away from it.
“I’m coming to Japan soon,” Lisa said. “I want to see you properly. No screens. No distance.”
“I’d like that,” Mina replied. “I think we’re okay. I just want us to keep being honest.”
Lisa smiled, heart a little steadier. “Always.”
“Okay,” Mina whispered. “Then goodnight, Lisa.”
“Goodnight, Minari.”
This time, when the line went quiet, Lisa didn’t feel uneasy. She felt… anchored. As if their love — imperfect, real — had just weathered its first storm and was still standing, arms open.
—
Lisa never really knew what kind of morning person she was supposed to be. But one thing was clear: she wasn’t this kind of morning person.
Not the kind that woke up to three furry alarms pressing their noses into her cheek while her mother opened her curtains with that too-cheerful-for-6-a.m. smile. Not the kind that threw herself out of bed with excitement just because it was their first day back in the studio.
Still, she managed.
Barely.
Dragging herself out from under the covers, she pressed a kiss to her mother’s cheek and muttered a sleepy “Rak mae” before disappearing into the bathroom. Her cats trailed after her like a parade of sleepy toddlers.
By 7:50 a.m., she was sitting in the back of the van in oversized sunglasses, her hoodie pulled over her head, headphones on, latte balanced precariously on her knee like some weary pop idol returning from exile. When the other girls joined her, each one wore the same universal expression of we’re awake, but not really .
Jennie slid in beside her and yawned. “I don’t know how we used to do this every day.”
“We were younger,” Lisa deadpanned.
Rosé climbed in holding her matcha like a lifeline. “If you told me I’d be in this van again, I’d say ‘yay’ and also ‘oh no’ at the same time.”
“Welcome to K-pop,” Jisoo sang, slipping her sunglasses back down over her eyes like a scene from a noir film. “Where dreams come true and your knees crack like firewood.”
The van rolled forward. Despite the grumbling and aching limbs, something sweet lingered in the silence between them — like the scent of their coffees, the hum of nostalgia, the familiarity of shared exhaustion. It felt right. Like coming home to a version of themselves they’d missed.
The YG building was just as they’d left it. Quiet, humming with energy. Their second skin.
Inside, hot tea and coffee waited for them like offerings from the gods. The staff greeted them with smiles that said, Good luck, girls. You’re going to need it.
Their schedules were already tight. Rosé and Jisoo were sent to the recording booth first, headphones already tangled in their hands, lyrics crumpled in fingers that hadn’t held a mic like that in months. Jennie and Lisa were off to warm up for choreography.
“Stretch first,” their trainer warned as Jennie cracked her neck with an audible snap . “I want to see four functioning knees by the end of the day.”
Lisa grinned at Jennie as she slipped off her hoodie. “You ready to relive our youth?”
Jennie rolled her eyes. “Only if there’s ice cream afterward.”
The warm-up passed in groans and laughter. They stretched, teased each other about forgotten dance moves, and mimicked their own past selves with dramatic flair.
But then — the moment came.
The first full run-through of “Lovesick Girls.”
Rosé and Jisoo rejoined them in the practice room, sweaty from vocals and still giggling over a high note Jisoo had “accidentally nailed.” The four of them gathered, bottles in hand, mirrors staring them down like ghosts from their debut days.
Lisa took her place in formation. The lights were a little dimmer than usual. The music began to play.
That opening guitar riff? It hit different this time.
And then it was them .
Jennie leading with that magnetic gaze, Rosé spinning into her verse like poetry in motion, Jisoo hitting her timing sharp like she’d never left. Lisa’s body remembered every move before her mind caught up. Each count, each turn, each brush of skin as they passed each other — it wasn’t just dancing.
It was theirs .
Not just a song. Not just a routine. It was four stories knotted together in rhythm and breath.
Halfway through, Rosé let out a little “Whew!” that made them all laugh without missing a beat. When Jisoo blew her hair out of her face during the final chorus, Lisa couldn’t help but grin through the sting in her calves. Jennie’s eyes flicked toward hers during the bridge — just a second of contact — but it said more than any lyric could.
When the final pose landed, the room was quiet except for the sound of heavy breathing.
Rosé was the first to speak.
“…That felt good.”
Lisa wiped sweat from her brow. “It felt right .”
Jisoo dropped to the floor, arms wide. “It felt like we were back.”
Jennie didn’t say anything at first. She just looked at all of them, chest rising and falling, and smiled softly — eyes shimmering, whether from exhaustion or something more.
“Let’s never lose this again,” she whispered.
They didn’t need a response. The silence that followed was the answer.
Later, in between fittings for tour looks and a quick team shoot for upcoming teasers, they huddled around a little tray of convenience store rice balls and energy drinks.
“Favorite moment from Hawaii?” Jisoo asked.
“Rosé losing her flip-flop in the ocean,” Jennie said without missing a beat.
Rosé groaned. “I told you not to bring that up again.”
“No, no,” Lisa said with a grin. “I liked when we all stayed up too late on the balcony just… talking. No cameras. No stylists. Just us.”
Jisoo smiled. “Same.”
Rosé nodded. “It kind of healed something, didn’t it?”
Jennie leaned back, chewing thoughtfully. “It reminded me of who we are.”
The day wound down slower than it began. Bodies aching, minds foggy, but spirits high.
And as they packed up their things — shoes scattered, hoodies tied around waists, makeup half-smeared — Lisa felt something settle deep in her chest.
This comeback wasn’t just a return. It was a renewal.
And after weeks of rediscovering each other in sunsets, old songs, and late-night walks in Hawaii — after quiet conversations, shared silences, healing, and hints of something old turning new — she knew this wasn’t just a reunion.
It was the beginning of something better.
Chapter 32: to ruin the moment
Notes:
if they keep acting like this my consistency may return lol...but that also means the end..
Chapter Text
The studio clock blinked 1:47 a.m.
Outside, Seoul’s summer heat had finally cooled, but inside the YG practice building, the air was thick with the kind of stale energy that clings after hours of sweat and repetition. The mirrors were fogged at the corners. A few empty water bottles lay like casualties along the edge of the dance floor. And in the center of it all, Rosé was lying flat on her back, one hand over her eyes, the other sprawled across her chest, rising and falling with each breath.
Lisa crouched nearby, her knees cracked softly as she sat back on her heels. “You alive?” she asked, brushing her bangs off her forehead.
Rosé groaned. “Barely.”
They’d been running the bridge of “How You Like That” on loop for almost an hour now. The section where they had to drop to the floor and transition into a grounded step-roll combination that looked effortless on camera—but felt like punishment at 2 a.m. after three weeks of nonstop work.
Rosé sat up slowly, hair sticking to her neck, her hoodie damp at the collar. She mimicked the step with her hands in the air, squinting like the motion would make more sense that way. “Why is this part so hard? I swear my brain just—shuts off.”
Lisa didn’t answer right away. She knew the feeling. The exhaustion that starts in your muscles and creeps into your head, making even the simplest things feel impossible. “It’s not you,” she said. “You’ve been running on fumes for weeks.”
Rosé gave her a tired smile. “You too.”
“Yeah,” Lisa admitted. “But you know me. I don’t believe in stopping.”
Which is exactly why Rosé blinked in surprise when Lisa pushed herself to her feet and said, “Let’s go home.”
“Wait— what ?”
Lisa grinned. “You heard me. I’m calling it.”
“You’re calling it ?” Rosé blinked again, like she wasn’t sure this was real. “The Lisa Manoban is saying let’s stop ?”
Lisa rolled her eyes, grabbed her water bottle, and took a swig. “We’ve got a 7 a.m. call time. My ankle’s clicking in ways ankles shouldn’t click. You already nailed the first half of the set. We’ll hit the rest tomorrow.”
Rosé stayed sitting on the floor, stunned. “You’re seriously okay with leaving while I’m still messing up that bridge?”
Lisa turned back, her expression softening. “Chaeng,” she said gently, using the name only close friends ever did. “You’re not messing up. You’re exhausted. There’s a difference.”
Rosé looked down, picking at a loose thread on her leggings. “I just don’t want to be the one holding us back.”
Lisa walked over and sat beside her. “You’re not. If anything, you care more than most people ever will. That’s not weakness. That’s why we work.”
They sat in silence for a moment, backs against the mirror, knees pulled to their chests. Outside, the city was quiet in that rare way big cities sometimes are—when everything pauses just long enough for you to remember the world doesn’t always move at double speed.
Rosé broke the silence first. “Do you ever think about it?” she asked, voice low.
Lisa glanced at her. “Think about what?”
“All of it. This. Us. How far we’ve come.”
Lisa let out a quiet breath. “Sometimes I still feel like I’m seventeen, sneaking into the studio to practice before everyone else showed up. Like it could all disappear if I blink.”
Rosé nodded. “I used to dream of this life, but I never thought it would actually happen. Not like this .”
“Yeah,” Lisa said. “Same. I thought I’d end up dancing backup for someone else. Or teaching kids at some studio in Bangkok.”
Rosé smiled. “I thought I’d be playing acoustic covers in coffee shops. Maybe writing songs no one would hear.”
Lisa looked over at her, eyes shining with something that wasn’t quite exhaustion and wasn’t quite pride—something deeper. “And now we’re here. World tours. Comebacks. Sold-out arenas.”
Rosé leaned her head back and laughed softly. “And still busting our asses at 2 a.m. because I can’t get the floor steps right.”
Lisa nudged her. “You’ll get it. You always do.”
Rosé turned to her, eyes serious. “Thanks for staying.”
Lisa gave her a crooked smile. “Always.”
It should’ve been a simple word. Just a response. But it stuck to Rosé’s ribs like honey, slow and warm and bittersweet. She nodded, letting the silence settle between them again as they gathered their things—hoodies pulled on, phones checked, bags slung over shoulders.
But something about the moment wouldn’t let her leave.
Rosé hesitated at the door, hand resting on the handle. The hallway light spilled in from the crack, casting a soft glow across the studio’s worn wood floor. Lisa was behind her, adjusting her hoodie, half-glancing at her reflection in the mirror when Rosé spoke.
“Hey,” she said. Quiet. Careful.
Lisa looked up.
Rosé’s fingers tightened slightly on the door. “I never really said sorry. For Hawaii.”
Lisa didn’t move, but her expression shifted just enough—shoulders pulled in a little, breath caught halfway between inhale and reply.
Rosé looked down at the floor, then back up, forcing a small smile. “I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I was... just going through some stuff.”
Lisa’s gaze softened.
“I wasn’t really mad at you,” Rosé went on. “I think I just needed space. And maybe didn’t know how to ask for it.”
She didn’t say the rest. That her feelings had gotten tangled. That watching Lisa—so warm, so constant—made it hard to breathe some days. That she’d spent weeks trying to kill a part of herself that just wouldn’t die.
Instead, she gave a shrug. “Being with the girls lately helped. Made me forget about... that person.” Half-truths, sewn up into something that sounded clean.
Lisa nodded slowly, her voice gentle when she answered. “I get it. I’m sorry too. For pushing. I just—” she exhaled, “I care about you, Chaeng. And I hate seeing you shut down like that. You deserve to be seen. To be loved.”
Rosé let out a short laugh, low and dry. “Maybe. Just not right now. And definitely not by the person I want it from.”
Lisa tilted her head. “Yeah?”
Rosé turned, facing her more directly now. “Can I ask you something?”
Lisa nodded.
Rosé searched her face, not with accusation, but quiet curiosity. “Is there even a chance with you and Jennie? Like... for real?”
That stopped Lisa.
She looked at Rosé for a long time, and Rosé saw the flicker there—something deep behind the eyes, like a door opening and slamming shut at the same time.
Lisa didn’t answer right away.
Because somewhere in that space between New Year’s and now, everything had shifted. Back then, she’d bared it all—told Jennie she loved her. Jennie had pulled away, still tangled in her own heartbreak. And Lisa had told herself to let go. That it wasn’t meant to be.
But just when she’d almost done it—almost fully stepped back—Jennie had come to her. Quiet. Wrecked. Honest. Telling her she felt the same.
Only now, Lisa wasn’t sure she could open that door again.
Lisa looked at Rosé, voice low. “I... it’s complicated right now.”
Rosé gave a knowing smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She leaned against the doorframe, her silhouette cut against the soft hallway light. “Yeah. I know it’s complicated,” she said with a small shrug. “Everything with us is.”
But Lisa didn’t return the smile. She didn’t move, didn’t even breathe for a second. Her fingers twitched at the hem of her hoodie sleeve, pulling at a loose thread until it snapped.
“No,” she said finally, the word soft but solid. “I don’t think you do.”
Rosé turned, the casual air dissolving. She tilted her head slightly, confused by the change in Lisa’s tone.
Lisa looked up then, and her eyes were clear—steadier than they had been all night. She wasn’t dancing around it anymore. Her voice didn’t shake.
“I’m dating someone.”
The words landed like a quiet thud between them.
For a moment, Rosé didn’t react. She just stared at her, trying to reconcile the image of Lisa—the Lisa who was always there, steady and unshakable—with this new information. Someone else. Not Jennie. Not anyone Rosé had expected.
“Oh,” Rosé said, after a beat. The sound came out smaller than she intended.
Lisa didn’t offer more. Didn’t name names. She looked like she wanted to, like she almost needed to, but something in her stayed guarded.
What Rosé didn’t know—what Lisa hadn’t told anyone—was that it had been almost three months. That Mina had walked into her life with quiet eyes and gentle patience, and for the first time in a long time, Lisa felt like she could exhale. With Mina, there was no past weighing them down, no years of unsaid things and messy timing. It was new. It was careful. It was real.
And Lisa didn’t know what that meant yet, not for her, not for the group, and definitely not for Jennie.
So she hadn’t said anything. Not to the members. Not even to Rosé.
Until now.
Rosé blinked a few times, adjusting to the shift, the weight of the unspoken thickening the air between them.
The blonde didn’t know what to say.
It was like everything from the past couple of months finally clicked into place—but somehow, none of it made sense at all. The late-night silences. Lisa being a little more unreachable. The way she’d smile at her phone when she thought no one was looking. All the moments that seemed like nothing now flickered in the back of Rosé’s mind like puzzle pieces that had been there the whole time, waiting for her to put them together.
She had questions. So many.
When did it start? Why hadn’t she said anything? Why—and this one stuck the most— why hadn’t she told them?
They’d made a pact, all four of them. After Japan, after the trainee years, after the first world tour nearly broke them—no more secrets. No more pretending things were fine when they weren’t. They’d said it out loud, the way only exhausted twenty-somethings with the world watching could: honesty or nothing.
But maybe that promise had expired the second they all decided to subtly manipulate Lisa into falling back in love with Jennie during the Hawaii trip. Rosé cringed at the memory. God, what were we thinking? They’d no time planning it, but still hoped something soft and old would spark again between them—and it hadn’t. At least, not the way they'd hoped. Jennie had been too guarded, Lisa too tired, and in the end, it was just more silence.
Rosé exhaled slowly through her nose, her eyes unfocused as they stared at the floor.
They sat like that for five whole minutes. Neither of them moving. Neither of them willing to reach across the space between them.
Finally, Lisa’s voice cut through the stillness, barely above a whisper. “Rosie… please say something.”
Rosé looked up.
But the truth was, she didn’t know what to say.
What do you say to your best friend when the ground quietly shifts under your feet?
When part of you wants to be supportive, and another part of you feels something you’re not supposed to feel?
When it’s not even about who Lisa’s dating—but about not knowing ?
Her mouth opened. Closed.
Still, nothing.
Lisa’s eyes were wide, vulnerable in a way Rosé wasn’t used to seeing. She looked scared. Not of Rosé’s reaction exactly, but of what this moment might mean.
Rosé wished she had something better than silence.
The room felt heavier now—like the air itself had thickened with the weight of unsaid things. The soft hum of the AC above them was the only sound, but even that felt distant, muffled beneath the slow pulse of realization pounding in her ears.
Across from her, Lisa didn’t push. She stood there, still but not calm, like someone caught in the eye of her own storm. Her eyes weren’t on Rosé anymore; they were fixed somewhere past her shoulder, as if trying to locate the version of herself that could explain everything cleanly. But no such version existed. Not for this.
Still, Lisa waited.
And Rosé… she folded. Quietly.
“Are you happy?” she asked, her voice almost a whisper, like she wasn’t sure the words had permission to exist outside her chest.
It wasn’t the question she meant to ask.
She had prepared for something else—an interrogation dressed in sarcasm and sisterhood. Who is she? How did this even happen? When were you going to tell us? But instead, something softer slipped out. Something that cracked open a part of her she didn’t realize she’d been guarding.
Lisa blinked, startled—not by the question, but by the way it was asked.
She stepped forward slowly, as if the floor might break under her feet. Her voice, when it came, was careful. Honest.
“I am,” she said, and the words landed gently, but they hit Rosé like a gust to the lungs.
“There’s so much noise all the time,” Lisa went on, “cameras, people pulling at you, always having to be… something for someone else. But with them… it’s quiet. I can breathe. I’m just me. Not ‘Lisa from BLACKPINK.’ Not the face in the magazine or the video playing in Times Square.”
Her eyes met Rosé’s, and for a moment, the space between them felt achingly fragile.
“With them, I feel real .”
Rosé nodded slowly, swallowing around the knot in her throat.
She could lie to herself and say she hadn’t been hoping. That she hadn’t, somewhere in the back of her heart, been holding a door open that she now realized Lisa had already walked past.
It wasn’t just that Lisa was with someone else—it was that Rosé hadn’t known. That Lisa hadn’t told her. And that, for a second, made her feel like a stranger in her own story.
Still, she did what she always did. She smiled through it.
“Well,” she said, voice catching slightly, “I guess that’s what matters. You being happy.”
Then, trying to pull herself back together, she let out a laugh—light, almost too light—and reached for the one defense mechanism she knew always worked: humor.
“—But just so we’re clear, I’m actually dying inside from the lack of detail,” she said, putting her hand to her chest like a dramatic stage actor. “Who is this mystery person? How did you meet them? Are they famous-famous or industry-famous? And more importantly, when in the actual hell did you even have the time?”
Lisa laughed, a real one this time. The tension in her shoulders finally eased, and her whole face softened like a string being loosened around her.
Without warning, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Rosé, pulling her into a hug so tight it knocked the air out of her lungs.
“Thank you,” Lisa said into her shoulder, voice suddenly thick. “For being you. For not making this weird. For still being my best friend, even when I don’t tell you everything.”
Rosé closed her eyes, leaning into the embrace, the familiar scent of sweat, shampoo, and faded studio dust wrapping around her like a second skin. It hurt, a little. But it also healed something.
Lisa pulled back, only just, still close enough to feel the space buzz between them.
“But,” she added, wiping a tear she pretended wasn’t there, “unfortunately for you, I’m still not giving anything specific.”
Rosé groaned, dramatically falling back a step. “Oh come on .”
Lisa grinned as she reached for her water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and took a long sip.
“Nope,” she said with mock finality, like a judge in a game show. “You will not know who it is.”
She held up her fingers, ticking them off one by one.
“I met them through a mutual friend. Yes, they’re in the industry. It was one of those nights—unexpected but… kind of undeniable. And,” she gave Rosé a pointed look, “I made time for them.”
Rosé narrowed her eyes. “That’s just enough information to drive me completely insane.”
Lisa only smirked, leaning back against the mirror as if she’d just dropped a plot twist into the middle of a movie. Her reflection behind her was all soft edges and low light, her smirk mirrored twice, once in glass and once in Rosé’s stunned silence.
Then the air shifted again—quieter this time. The laughter faded into something more still, more intimate. Not heavy, but delicate.
Lisa glanced down at her feet, suddenly fidgeting with the cap of her water bottle. She twisted it on and off, the plastic creaking softly in her hands. “Hey,” she said, voice barely above the hum of the room. “Can I ask you for something?”
Rosé looked over. “Of course.”
Lisa hesitated. Her eyes stayed on the bottle, like maybe it would speak for her. “Can you… not say anything? To the others. Not yet.”
Rosé didn’t respond right away. She just watched her, taking in the way Lisa’s shoulders curved inward, the way she wasn’t standing like her usual self—confident, sure, untouchable. She looked younger like this. Uncertain. Like she was asking not just for discretion, but for protection.
Lisa sighed. “I mean, they’ve already been through so much. We have. And I feel like we’re finally getting our rhythm back. Finally feeling like… us again.”
Rosé’s chest tightened.
Because she knew exactly what Lisa meant.
The beginning of the year had been rough. The kind of rough that didn’t make headlines, but hollowed them out from the inside. It wasn’t just Jennie and Lisa—though that fallout had cracked the center of everything—it was the ripple effects. The way they’d stopped speaking without realizing it, the rehearsals that felt like walking on eggshells, the energy in the room that used to be electric now humming with something colder, something cautious.
They’d all tiptoed through January and February like ghosts of themselves, trying to patch up wounds they didn’t know how to name.
But lately… something had shifted.
They’d started laughing again. Texting each other at 2 a.m. just to send memes. Fighting over practice room playlists. Becoming themselves again, piece by piece.
Rosé understood why Lisa wanted to protect that.
She looked at her—really looked. Lisa’s expression wasn’t pleading, but it was close. Quietly hopeful. Like someone handing over a secret and hoping it wouldn’t turn into a burden.
Rosé hesitated only a moment more, then nodded once.
“Okay,” she said. “I won’t say anything.”
Lisa’s relief was visible. She exhaled, shoulders dropping just slightly. Her eyes found Rosé’s again, a silent thank you behind them—sincere, unguarded.
Rosé held her gaze for another second before finally pushing herself up from the floor, brushing her palms on her thighs as she straightened. Her body ached, knees stiff, but there was something solid beneath her chest now—something steady.
“I think,” she said, glancing at the mirror, her voice light but firm, “it’s time to run through it again.”
Lisa blinked. “ Now ?”
Rosé turned to her, a half-smile playing on her lips, hair falling in loose waves around her face. “Yeah. How You Like That. Bridge section. On the ground, off the ground, knees crying. You know the one.”
Lisa stared at her for a second, then let out a surprised laugh, the sound breaking through the tension like sunlight through fog.
“You’re insane,” she said.
“Probably,” Rosé said, already walking toward the center of the room, “but if I don’t get this section right tonight, it’ll haunt me in my sleep.”
Lisa rolled her eyes affectionately, grabbing the remote and restarting the track. “You realize it’s past 2 a.m., right?”
“Exactly,” Rosé called over her shoulder. “The witching hour. Perfect time for cursed choreography.”
The beat kicked in a moment later, pulsing through the speakers like a jolt of adrenaline, and without another word, Lisa moved to stand beside her.
No more questions.
No more secrets—for now.
Just two girls chasing perfection under fluorescent lights, letting muscle memory take over where emotion left off.
The music rose, and they dropped into it—together.
—
Four hours of sleep felt exactly like what it was: not enough.
Lisa’s forehead was pressed against the cool van window, her breath fogging the glass every time she exhaled. Beside her, Rosé sat slouched in the corner seat, hood over her head, iced coffee balanced precariously between her knees like it was the only thing tethering her to consciousness.
“Never again,” Rosé mumbled, voice hoarse.
Lisa didn’t even lift her head. “You say that every time.”
“This time I mean it,” Rosé muttered, but neither of them believed her.
It was 7:02 a.m., and the van ride back to YG felt like purgatory. Gray light seeped in through the tinted windows, casting a dull sheen over their faces. Seoul outside looked tired too, all damp sidewalks and half-awake traffic. The city wasn’t even fully online yet—and somehow, BLACKPINK already was.
Jisoo sat across from them, wide awake and scrolling through her phone like she’d had a full night of rest, even though they all knew she hadn’t. She looked suspiciously chipper.
Lisa squinted at her. “You’re not human.”
“I’m functioning out of spite,” Jisoo replied without looking up.
Jennie, in the passenger seat up front, had her AirPods in and her head tilted back, trying to nap between red lights. Every so often, she’d tug her coat tighter or sigh dramatically—classic Jennie on less than five hours of sleep.
The van turned into the YG lot, smooth and familiar after so many years it felt more like a recurring dream than real life.
Lisa groaned softly. “Vocals first thing in the morning should be illegal.”
“You chose dance practice over sleep,” Jisoo said sweetly, not bothering to hide her smirk. “I’m just here to benefit from your bad decisions.”
Lisa made a noise that sounded like half a growl and half a whimper.
Rosé yawned so hard her eyes watered. “I don’t even remember agreeing to this. I blacked out sometime after the second floor roll.”
“Tragic,” Jisoo said, grabbing her bag as the van slowed to a stop.
“Cruel,” Lisa muttered.
“Standard,” Jennie added without opening her eyes.
The doors slid open, and the early morning cold slapped them all awake. A PA waited by the entrance holding a clipboard and a cup of hot tea that, tragically, wasn’t for them.
“Lisa, Jisoo—studio two for vocals. They want to finish harmonies and ad libs before noon.”
Lisa groaned again.
“Jennie, Rosé—you’re upstairs for fittings. They’ve got the makeup team trying a few new looks for the concept teaser.”
Jennie cracked one eye open. “If they put glitter on me again, I swear—”
Rosé nudged her. “You love glitter.”
Jennie closed her eye again. “Not at 7 a.m.”
They shuffled out of the van, dragging their feet like soldiers on the losing side of a war. Lisa pulled her hood up, sunglasses on, trying to disappear into herself. Her throat was dry, her body heavy, and all she could think about was how Mina would probably be waking up hours from now, well-rested, maybe texting her good morning—
“Don’t fall asleep during warmups,” Jisoo said as they rounded the corner.
“No promises,” Lisa replied, yawning so wide it cracked her jaw.
Across the hallway, Rosé and Jennie were already climbing the stairs toward the styling floor, mumbling something about contouring and caffeine.
And just like that, the machine was moving again.
Studio Two greeted them with the same low hum and lived-in warmth it always had. The walls were padded with memories—hits built from scratch, arguments that ended in laughter, verses rewritten at 3 a.m. on voices cracked from too much use. It smelled faintly of coffee, vinyl, and something metallic from the cables curled like sleeping snakes across the floor.
Teddy was already at the mixing console, fingers dancing across dials and sliders with quiet precision. His cap was pulled low over his brow, head bobbing faintly as he scrolled through vocal takes. He didn’t look up as Lisa and Jisoo walked in.
“Ten minutes,” he said. “Just checking levels.”
Lisa slumped onto the weathered leather couch in the back, exhaling like she’d been holding her breath since the van ride. Jisoo followed, claiming the armchair beside her with the kind of ease that came from being both the eldest and the most quietly observant. She folded her arms, watching Lisa with a familiar, quiet concern.
“You look like someone dug you up,” Jisoo said, not unkindly.
Lisa groaned, letting her head fall back. “I feel worse than I look, unnie.”
“Did you sleep at all?”
Lisa considered. “I think I blacked out for three minutes while brushing my teeth.”
“Chaeyoung-ah too?”
Lisa just nodded. “We left the studio around two-thirty. Didn’t sleep until after three.”
Jisoo clicked her tongue. “Aish… this comeback’s going to kill you before it even drops.”
Lisa cracked one eye open. “Worth it.”
The room drifted into a momentary quiet. Teddy kept working, lost in his rhythm, the soft tap of keys and switches the only sound. Then Jisoo leaned forward, elbows on her knees, eyes still on Lisa.
“You know Jennie’s next, right?” she asked.
Lisa lifted her head. “Next for what?”
“To move out,” Jisoo replied. “Get her own place. Her own space.”
Lisa blinked, surprised. “Jennie-unnie?”
Jisoo nodded, like it wasn’t news to her at all. “She’s already talking to the label. Wants more independence.”
Lisa frowned. “Wow… I thought I was the impulsive one.”
Jisoo smirked faintly. “You were. But I wasn’t surprised when you left.”
Lisa tilted her head. “Why not?”
Jisoo didn’t answer right away. Her gaze flicked toward the empty vocal booth, then back to Lisa, her voice softening.
Jisoo shook her head. “You’ve always been independent. Even as a trainee, you didn’t wait for permission to grow. So when you left, it made sense. Especially after…” She paused, eyes flicking toward the glass of the booth. “After what happened between you know.”
Lisa tilted her head, cautious now. “Yeah…”
Jisoo looked back at her, eyes warm. “I didn’t know back then how deep it went. How in love you were with her. But I do now. And no wonder, Lisa-yah. Of course you needed space. That kind of thing carves something out of you.”
Lisa sat with that. The truth of it hung in the air, unspoken but mutual.
She nodded slowly. “It wasn’t just that, though. I mean, yeah… that was part of it. But I needed more than distance from Jennie-unnie.”
Her voice dropped as she leaned forward, hands clasped between her knees.
“I needed to know who I was when I wasn’t ‘Lisa of BLACKPINK.’ Not the dancer. Not the center of a formation. Just me. I wanted to live without the choreography, without the brand deals, without someone handing me a schedule and saying, ‘Be here. Do this. Say that.’ I wanted to wake up in a place I chose. To know what kind of candles I like. What kind of quiet feels like mine.”
Jisoo smiled, small but sincere. “You wanted to be a person, not a product.”
Lisa met her gaze. “Exactly.”
“You don’t have to explain that to me,” Jisoo said softly. “I get it.”
Lisa exhaled, the tension easing in her chest. “Still. You’re my unnie. I felt like I should say it out loud.”
“You didn’t need to,” Jisoo said with a shrug. “I already knew.”
A pause. Then, with a wry little smirk tugging at the corner of her lips, she added, “But seriously, you couldn’t have fallen in love with someone outside the group?”
Lisa rolled her eyes and laughed, standing up as the red light flicked on above the booth.
“If only you knew what was happening right now,” she muttered under her breath.
Jisoo raised an eyebrow. “What was that?”
Lisa flashed her a grin as she headed toward the door. “Nothing, unnie. Absolutely nothing.”
The fitting room was freezing. Why they always insisted on setting the AC to arctic levels was a mystery, but Rosé was too distracted to complain.
She stood in front of the mirror, arms raised, as a stylist pinned the back of her blazer to better fit the new silhouette. The outfit—a sleek black-and-white concept piece meant for teaser images—was sharp, polished. Nothing like how she felt on the inside.
Jennie sat cross-legged on the velvet couch, her phone in one hand, sipping iced americano with the other. She looked absurdly put together for someone who had gotten just as little sleep as the rest of them. Her makeup was barely there, hair in soft waves, but she carried herself like someone who woke up with eyeliner already perfect.
“You look constipated,” Jennie said casually, not even glancing up from her phone. “Like you’re trying to solve world peace in your head.”
Rosé blinked at her in the mirror. “I—what?”
Jennie finally looked over, tilting her head. “That face. You’re doing the thing.”
“What thing?”
“The thing where your eyebrows are fighting each other, and your mouth keeps twitching like it’s trying not to say something.”
Rosé sighed as the stylist gave her a break to change out of her jacket. She stepped behind the curtain and peeled it off, running her hand through her hair, trying to keep her expression neutral.
“It’s nothing,” she called back. “Just tired. Stayed up too late.”
“Practicing or spiraling?” Jennie asked, amusement in her voice.
“Both,” Rosé muttered, low enough not to be heard.
When she emerged again, Jennie had tucked her phone away and was watching her more closely. “You sure you’re okay?”
Rosé shrugged as she slid into the next outfit. “Yeah. Just… you know. Life.”
Jennie leaned back, hands laced behind her head. “Tell me about it.”
That opened the door just enough.
They sat like that for a while—Jennie on the couch, Rosé standing barefoot on the fitting platform as another stylist worked on adjusting her skirt. The conversation drifted easily, like it always did between them. They talked about what they’d eaten the night before (nothing), what their schedule looked like next week (chaotic), and how sick they were of taking photos where they had to look “intense but approachable.”
Jennie made a face. “Intense but approachable? Pick one.”
Rosé laughed. “It’s always the vibe. Like we’re supposed to look like we could crush your soul and sell you lip gloss at the same time.”
Jennie grinned. “Pretty sure that’s our whole brand.”
They moved on to other topics—hair color trends, stage outfits, fan edits. Eventually, Jennie let out a sigh and said, “It’s wild what fans come up with. You smile at someone once and suddenly it’s your wedding photo.”
Rosé chuckled. “Or breathe the same air as a male idol and the headlines write themselves.”
Jennie swirled her iced coffee and looked at her sideways. “So? Are you into someone?”
Chapter 33: lovely
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Jennie swirled her iced coffee and looked at her sideways. “So? Are you into someone?”
Rosé froze—not visibly, not enough for the casual eye to notice—but something inside her stilled, like a bird pausing mid-flight.
Her first instinct was to laugh it off, to roll her eyes and toss back something flippant like, Yeah, maybe, aren’t we all? But her throat tightened before the words could make it out. Jennie’s tone had been light, almost bored, but there was a glint behind her eyes—sharp, observant. Jennie always noticed more than she let on.
Rosé pulled a breath through her nose and masked it with a soft smile. “I thought we weren’t focused on me right now,” she said, pushing lightly against Jennie’s shoulder. “Weren’t we supposed to be orchestrating your long-overdue love story with you-know-who?”
Jennie let out a dry chuckle, tilting her head as if she were humorously indulging a memory she’d already filed away. “Oh, please,” she said, waving the idea off with the flick of her fingers.
“They’re too distracted these days.”
Rosé blinked. “Distracted?”
Jennie didn’t miss a beat. She leaned back against the velvet cushions, letting her eyes trace the ceiling for a moment, like she was merely filling the room with idle conversation. “Yeah,” she said slowly, calmly. “I’m pretty sure they’re seeing someone.”
It hit Rosé like a quiet avalanche.
Her body didn’t react. Her mouth didn’t open. But her heart stuttered in a way that made her feel twelve years old again—unsure, transparent, suddenly too aware of herself.
She forced her voice steady. “What makes you think that?”
Jennie shrugged, still casual. Too casual. “I don’t know. Just… little things. The way they disappear sometimes. How they smile at their phone like it’s a secret. The fact that they’re actually sleeping more. You start to recognize the signs.”
Rosé looked down at her hands. Her fingers were curled slightly in her lap, knuckles pale.
Jennie didn’t say Lisa’s name. She didn’t need to.
The way she said they was so deliberate, so unbothered, that it made Rosé feel like she’d walked into a room that had been set up hours ago—lights staged, lines rehearsed, but no one had told her the scene had already begun.
All night, Rosé had been turning over Lisa’s confession like a smooth stone, feeling the edges of it in private. It had felt sacred. Secret. Something only she knew.
But Jennie said it like it was weather. Like it had been in the forecast for days and Rosé had just forgotten to check the sky.
And suddenly, the question Jennie had asked minutes ago echoed back, louder now.
Are you into someone?
Because Jennie had asked it with that same ease. That same knowing.
Rosé cleared her throat, careful not to let it crack. “Well, whoever it is,” she said, still staring down at her hands, “they’re lucky.”
Jennie didn’t respond right away. She just watched her, gaze curious, but not unkind. Like someone watching a puzzle solve itself slowly.
And Rosé… she couldn’t tell if Jennie was trying to protect her, test her, or warn her.
Maybe all three.
Outside the fitting room, someone called for final adjustments on the next look. A stylist poked her head in with a clipboard, but Rosé didn’t move yet. Her world had tilted a few degrees. Only slightly—but enough to notice.
The silence between them stretched, not heavy, but thick with something unnamed. Something that had always been there, just under the surface.
Jennie broke it, her voice quieter this time, almost thoughtful. “It’s weird, isn’t it? How private something can be… until suddenly, it’s not.”
Rosé met her eyes then, and something in her chest thudded—hard, once.
Because maybe Jennie did know.
Having known each other for so long, Jennie could tell Rosé knew something.
She didn’t say it outright—Jennie never did—but her gaze lingered longer than usual, like she was watching the flicker of something behind Rosé’s eyes. Not suspicion exactly. Not yet. But recognition.
That something had shifted.
Jennie was too used to Rosé’s tells: the way she fidgeted with her rings when she was holding back, how she suddenly got too calm when trying to hide how fast her thoughts were running. Right now, Rosé’s fingers were ghosting along the hem of her skirt, mindlessly tugging at loose threads. Her expression was soft but too blank—carefully composed in the way only people with secrets know how to be.
Jennie leaned forward, elbows on her knees, resting her chin in one hand. Her voice was light, but her eyes were sharp.
“You sure you’re just tired, Chae?”
Rosé’s smile was a fraction too quick. “Of course. What else would it be?”
Jennie studied her for another long second before sitting back again. She didn’t press—never had to. Jennie was the kind of person who let silence do the heavy lifting. She asked questions like she already had the answers. And more often than not, she did.
Rosé turned away slightly, pretending to look at the rack of outfits they still had to try on. But her mind was stuck—caught in Jennie’s tone, the way she said I’m pretty sure they’re seeing someone, the calm certainty of it.
Did Jennie know ?
Or worse—did Jennie think she knew, and was waiting to see if Rosé would be the one to confirm it?
It was too much.
The pressure of carrying Lisa’s secret was already weighing heavy, and now it felt like Jennie was gently tapping on the glass, looking for cracks.
And Rosé… she wasn’t sure how long she could keep from shattering.
Jennie’s voice broke the silence again, casual as ever. “You know you’re a terrible liar, right?”
Rosé turned her head. “I’m not lying.”
“You’re avoiding.”
“I’m conserving energy.”
Jennie grinned. “Right.”
And just like that, the moment passed—but not really. It only folded itself into the air between them, tucked somewhere quiet but unfinished.
Because Jennie knew Rosé was holding something.
And Rosé… she didn’t know how much longer she could pretend she wasn’t.
Jennie crossed one leg over the other, her expression unreadable now—cool, detached, but with the faintest curve of a smirk at the corner of her mouth. A look Rosé had seen before. A warning shot, of sorts. The kind Jennie fired when she already knew the answer but wanted to see how you’d play it.
“Haven’t you noticed?” she said, voice casual as breath, like they were still talking about nail polish or fan theories.
Rosé blinked once. Her heart stuttered—but her face didn’t flinch.
“Noticed what?” she asked, tone smooth, light, her smile just right. Cooler than a cucumber, as if nothing at all was ticking behind her eyes.
Jennie tilted her head, watching her carefully. Her fingers played with the edge of her coffee cup, dragging a line of condensation along the table like she was drawing circles around the truth.
It wasn’t a challenge exactly.
It was bait.
And Rosé knew it.
She kept her expression open, feigning a soft curiosity, like Jennie was simply making conversation. But inside, her mind was racing. She’s testing me. She knows something. Or she thinks she does.
The silence stretched, just long enough to make it uncomfortable.
Jennie leaned back again, sipping her drink like she hadn’t just lit a quiet fire in the room.
Rosé tucked her hair behind her ear, voice still calm. “You gonna finish that thought, or…?”
Jennie only smiled.
That same knowing, infuriating, I see more than I say kind of smile.
And Rosé smiled right back.
They spent the next hour pretending neither of them was holding anything back.
Jennie, lounging on the couch like a cat in the sun, absently scrolling her phone, legs crossed at the ankle, face unreadable. Rosé, perched beside her, flipping through lookbooks she wasn’t actually reading, nodding at stylists, giving perfectly timed smiles, all while feeling the low, constant thrum of Jennie’s gaze checking in every so often.
They talked about trivial things. Lip tints. A photoshoot next week. Someone’s ridiculous meme edit going viral on Twitter. But the undercurrent of tension was constant—thin, electric, stretched tight between them.
Neither one blinked.
Neither one folded.
Not until lunch.
They left the fitting room together, side by side down the long hall that led toward the YG cafeteria, where Jisoo had already gone ahead. The scent of warm rice and something spicy drifted in the air, and the fluorescent lights buzzed faintly above them.
As they reached the final turn before the cafeteria doors, Jennie glanced around, almost absently.
“Lisa’s not around,” she noted, like it was just an observation. But her voice held something else—just enough edge to make Rosé’s pulse skip.
Rosé said nothing, but her chest tightened.
Of course Lisa wasn’t there. Of course she wasn’t sitting at the table yet, playing with her chopsticks or sneaking bites of someone else’s lunch. It made sense. It was probably nothing .
And yet…
They walked into the cafeteria together, like nothing had changed.
Jisoo was already seated at their usual corner table, hair pulled into a messy bun, a tray of food halfway finished in front of her. She looked up as they approached and smiled with the ease only Jisoo could carry—like everything was still simple, still solid, still home.
Neither Jennie nor Rosé said anything.
Not about Lisa.
Not about what they were each waiting for the other to confess.
The air between them was polite, perfectly controlled.
But Jisoo was no fool.
She picked up a piece of kimchi with her chopsticks and said casually, “Lisa’s on call right now. She said she’ll join us later.”
That did it.
Jennie stood to get herself a drink, rising slowly, stretching just enough to draw it out. She walked past Rosé’s chair, her shoulder brushing lightly against the younger girl’s as she leaned down—not dramatically, not pointed, but just enough for her words to land.
She whispered, “See,” her voice a breath against Rosé’s ear.
And then she was gone, walking off toward the drink station like she hadn’t just cracked something wide open.
Rosé sat frozen, her tray untouched.
Because Jennie hadn’t said it like a guess.
She’d said it like confirmation.
Rosé knew her unnie wasn’t going to let this go.
Jennie Kim did not do loose ends. Especially not when they wore oversized hoodies, sat three seats away at lunch, and whispered I think that’s going to work perfectly, unnie to her manager while smiling like nothing in the world was secretly shattering someone else’s calm.
Lisa had shown up to the table twenty minutes after they’d started eating. Jisoo, chipper as ever, waved her over and scooted her tray aside to make space. Rosé pretended to be completely immersed in her rice. Jennie watched Lisa like she was waiting for a piece of evidence to fall into her lap.
Then came the moment.
Lisa, mid-conversation with Alice, leaning in just enough to be heard—but not enough to be secret—smiling as she said, “I think that’s going to work perfectly, unnie.”
And Alice nodded, beaming, before walking off with the kind of knowing look that made Jennie’s stomach twist.
By the time the day wrapped up, everyone was too exhausted to argue when Jisoo suggested they skip late-night practice just this once. It had been fittings, vocals, meetings, and rehearsals—all packed into twelve hours with no room to breathe.
Jennie, Rosé, and Jisoo were dropped off together, while Lisa, half-asleep in the back seat, murmured a soft “Goodnight, unnies,” before letting the car lull her into quiet.
They all thought that was the end of the day.
They were wrong.
Rosé knew her unnie wasn’t going to let this go.
There was a stillness to Jennie now—controlled, composed, but humming underneath with something sharper than curiosity. Something heavier. Something that had been building all day, hiding in glances and half-questions, and now that they were alone, there was nowhere for it to go but out.
The second the door shut behind them, the air in the apartment shifted.
“Okay,” Jennie said softly, turning to face her. “Tell me.”
Rosé blinked, still halfway pulling off her hoodie. “Tell you what?”
Jennie’s eyes didn’t move. “You know something about Lisa.”
From the kitchen, Jisoo had just opened the fridge, already digging for leftover strawberries. “Are we still on that? I thought we were taking the night off from being emotionally chaotic.”
Jennie didn’t even flinch. Her focus stayed locked on Rosé. “I saw your face at lunch. When Lisa was talking to Alice.”
Rosé sighed, tried to laugh it off. “Unnie, I was probably zoning out. We’ve been working for ten hours straight.”
“Don’t deflect,” Jennie said, quieter this time. “Not with me.”
Jisoo closed the fridge slowly, chewing on one strawberry, watching. “Okay… hold on. Are we doing this now?”
Jennie stepped closer, the calm in her voice thinning. “I have to ask, because if I don’t, it’s going to keep circling in my head. And I’ll start making up things that feel worse than the truth.”
“Unnie…” Rosé murmured.
But Jennie wasn’t angry. She wasn’t accusing. If anything, she looked like someone walking toward something she already knew would hurt.
“She’s different lately,” Jennie continued. “She’s not just distracted—she’s… somewhere else. Like part of her already belongs to someone, and the rest of us are just watching it happen.”
Jisoo finally spoke, stepping forward. “Nini. You don’t have to do this to yourself.”
“Yes, I do,” Jennie said. “Because you made this big plan, remember? Hawaii. The beach, the stupid fire pit, the late-night walks. All these quiet moments we set up to make it feel like something could come back. And I let myself believe it was working.”
Rosé turned away, guilt curling hot in her stomach.
Jisoo sighed, quietly. “I’m sorry”
Jennie looked at her, eyes narrowing slightly. “You knew how I felt. And you said she just needed time.”
“I thought she did,” Jisoo said carefully. “I didn’t know—whatever this is now—I didn’t know it was happening. I thought Lisa was just… working through it.”
Rosé sank onto the armrest of the couch. Her voice came out small. “So did I.”
Jennie looked back at her. “But now you know.”
Rosé didn’t answer, and that silence alone was confirmation enough. Jennie sat down across from her, slow and quiet. “I just want to know if I missed my moment. If I waited too long.”
Jisoo lowered herself onto the floor beside Jennie, her voice gentler now. “Nini you didn’t wait too long..”
Jennie looked down at her hands, fingers intertwined so tightly her knuckles were pale. “But Hawaii—”
“I know,” Jisoo said. “I really thought that would bring her back to you. I wanted it to.”
Rosé swallowed, her throat thick. “We all did.”
Jennie’s voice was barely above a whisper. “So she’s with someone.”
Rosé nodded once. A small, aching gesture. Jennie didn’t cry. But her shoulders fell, just slightly, like the truth had finally settled onto them with all its weight.
“I was right–,” she said.
And it hit Rosé like a wave—how unfair all of it was. The timing. The silence. The way they’d all danced around each other for months, hoping love would fall into place if they just stayed close enough.
Jisoo placed a hand over Jennie’s. “I’m sorry.”
The room was quiet again.
Not because there was nothing left to say—
—but because saying it out loud wouldn’t change any of it.
Not just quiet in the way all rooms eventually are, but in that after kind of silence—the kind that settles when everything important has already been said, and what’s left is the shape of it echoing in your chest.
No one moved.
Jisoo sat curled at the end of the couch, unusually still, a hand resting loosely near Jennie’s elbow. Rosé was perched on the armrest, rigid, staring into nothing with the same tired look she wore at the end of long tour nights, when the adrenaline ran out and only the weight of her own thoughts remained.
Jennie kept her eyes fixed on the rug beneath her feet, as if the threadwork might offer some kind of answer. But it didn’t.
She didn’t want to speak again. She really didn’t.
But she couldn’t help it.
The words came, soft and strained, like they’d been trying to claw their way out of her for weeks. “Is it serious?”
Rosé didn’t respond right away. Her fingers knotted together in her lap. Her breath hitched so slightly that it would’ve gone unnoticed by anyone who didn’t already know her rhythm.
Jennie lifted her eyes. “You’d know, right? I mean, if it was just a fling… if it wasn’t really real…”
Her voice thinned at the end. Broke a little.
Rosé looked up.
And in her eyes, Jennie saw the truth before she said it.
“Yes,” Rosé whispered. “It’s real.”
Jennie didn’t flinch.
But something in her chest caved in a little. Quietly. Completely.
She nodded once, a small gesture, but it felt massive.
Jisoo shifted beside her, reaching for her again, but Jennie didn’t move.
Her voice came again, low and bitter, but steady. “Okay.”
Silence pooled between them again, but this time it wasn’t unbearable. Just heavy. Something to carry rather than escape.
Jennie’s gaze dropped back to the rug. She spoke so softly Rosé almost didn’t hear her.
“I kept thinking… if I loved her long enough… loud enough… it would change something.”
Rosé swallowed.
“I don’t think it works like that,” she said gently.
Jennie let out a sound. It wasn’t quite a laugh—it was something smaller, sadder. “Yeah. I’m starting to figure that out.”
She stared into the middle distance, and for a moment, she looked so young. Not in age, but in heartbreak—in the way people do when they realize the world won’t bend just because they want it badly enough.
“Is she planning on telling the rest of us?” Jennie asked.
Rosé shook her head. “I don’t know but it’s just me right now...”
Jennie nodded once, as if that was enough. She didn’t ask who. She didn’t want to know—not now. Knowing the truth would burn, but she feared the specifics might destroy her.
She stood slowly, each movement measured. “I’m gonna wash my face,” she murmured.
She walked out of the room without another word.
The sound of the bathroom door closing was soft.
Not a slam. Not a retreat.
Just… quiet.
Jisoo let out a breath beside Rosé. Her eyes were shining, but she didn’t say anything.
Neither did Rosé.
There was nothing else to say.
Not tonight.
—
The next morning, Lisa walked into the studio already sensing something was off.
It wasn’t loud. Not exactly tense. Just… quieter than usual. The kind of quiet where glances stretched a little too long and greetings landed a beat too late. The kind where everyone was pretending nothing had changed, which only made it more obvious that something had.
She didn’t ask. She barely even looked too long at anyone’s face. Mostly because she didn’t want to get caught up in it—whatever it was—but also because her body was running on about four hours of sleep and three sips of coffee, and she needed to conserve whatever was left of her energy.
Their flight to Japan was on Friday, and with the schedule crammed tighter than usual, today was a full dress rehearsal for their Japanese setlist. That alone was enough to make her heart beat a little faster—Lisa loved Japan. Always had. The language, the culture, the way the fans greeted her like she was more than just an idol, but someone they truly saw.
And lately, thanks to her, Lisa’s Japanese had only gotten better.
But that was a thought for another time.
Right now, the lights were dimmed, and their instructor was guiding them through morning stretches, the usual way to warm up before choreography: a ten-minute meditation, just breathing and stillness. Eyes closed. Hands on knees.
Lisa sat cross-legged on the floor, the studio cool and quiet around her. The hum of the air conditioner was the only real sound.
Inhale. Exhale. Reset.
She let her shoulders drop. Tried to tune everything else out.
But even with her eyes closed, she could feel it—Jennie sitting a few spots over, unusually silent. Rosé beside her, moving slowly through the stretches, like her limbs were heavier than usual. Even Jisoo, who usually cracked jokes during warm-up, had barely said a word since they walked in.
Lisa didn’t want to admit it, but the shift in the room felt personal. Not pointed—but present. Like the aftermath of a conversation she wasn’t part of but might’ve been the subject of.
Still, she said nothing.
She pulled in another breath, slow and deep, held it, and then let it go.
She didn’t know what was going on.
But she had a feeling she was about to find out.
As they moved through the blocking for their Japanese setlist, Lisa’s body followed the familiar choreography on autopilot—step, pivot, pause, breathe. But her mind was somewhere else entirely.
She caught Rosé’s eyes across the stage—just for a second.
But it was enough.
That look.
That soft, hesitant, slightly guilty tilt of the head. The barely-there furrow between her brows. It was so Rosé. So unmistakably her. And Lisa knew it like she knew the lines of her own palm.
It was the look Rosé gave when she’d broken something before anyone noticed. When she’d said too much, or not enough. The look she gave when she was already sorry for something she couldn’t take back.
And Lisa didn’t even need to ask.
She knew. They all knew.
Maybe not everything , not the name or the nights or the quiet, secret beginnings—but the thing that mattered most… that part was out. She was seeing someone. And now, everyone knew.
Her heart stuttered in her chest, then picked up again.
She didn’t falter in her steps, didn’t break formation. Years of training kept her movements clean, her face smooth, her posture precise.
But her stomach twisted.
She’d known it would come out eventually—these things always did—but it was something else entirely to feel it in the room. In the way Jennie avoided eye contact. In the way Jisoo had been just a little too focused during warmups. In the way Rosé looked at her like she was half-expecting to be iced out.
Lisa clenched her jaw and glanced away.
They hadn’t asked. Not yet. But the silence was its own kind of pressure. Heavy. Waiting.
And for the first time in a long time, she felt exposed.
Like the secret she’d guarded so carefully had finally stepped out into the light—uninvited, but undeniable.
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Five hours of back-to-back run-throughs had drained every last drop of energy from the room.
The music had finally stopped. The sweat had dried. The tension, however, remained.
The concert manager had clapped once, loud and final, declaring a break. The stage manager followed suit, muttering something about checking the lighting queues. The doors opened, and in a quiet exodus, staff slipped out—chasing coffee, fresh air, anything but the smothering weight of a studio floor.
The girls didn’t move at first.
They peeled away from each other without a word, instinctively spreading out like debris after a storm.
Jisoo laid flat in the center of the floor, arms sprawled, eyes to the ceiling. “I think I’ve fused with the ground,” she mumbled, barely audible.
Jennie had found a corner near the back wall, a half-empty oxygen canister beside her, her phone resting in her open palm. Her thumb hadn't moved in minutes. She stared past it like there was something out there she was trying not to see.
Rosé paced slowly by the mirror. Her sneakers squeaked now and then against the polished floor. The rhythm of her movement was uneven—start, stop, turn, repeat—like she was trying to out-walk her own thoughts. And they were loud today.
Lisa had been on fire. Ruthless with corrections. Clipping their timing, calling out micro-adjustments like they were off by miles instead of inches. It wasn’t cruelty—Lisa was never cruel. But she was meticulous. Unrelenting. And today, it felt personal.
Rosé didn’t want to say it was guilt. But she hadn’t been able to meet Lisa’s eyes since rehearsal started. Not really. And the longer they stayed quiet, the heavier everything pressed on her chest.
She didn’t even remember deciding to move—her feet carried her halfway across the room before she caught her breath.
Behind her, Jennie and Jisoo exchanged a look. The kind they reserved for moments like this. Brace for impact.
Rosé stopped just short of Lisa, who was seated on the floor, towel around her neck, head bowed over a bottle of water. Before Rosé could speak, Lisa looked up—like she’d been waiting for her all along.
“So,” Lisa said, eyes meeting hers calmly. “I heard you know.”
Rosé blinked, stunned by how soft her voice sounded.
“I’m just here to confirm it.”
Lisa stood slowly, dusting her palms on her sweats. Her face was neutral, almost unreadable, but her voice was gentle, carefully measured. As if trying to make it easier. Or at least, less cruel.
“Yes, I’m seeing someone,” she said. “No, I won’t tell you who. We met through a mutual friend. We’ve been seeing each other for a few months. It’s still new.”
She paused, and in that moment, her entire expression softened—like something in her had finally uncoiled.
“And I’m happy.”
Rosé felt the breath catch in her throat.
It wasn’t just the words—it was the way Lisa said them. Quietly, like the truth wasn’t just hers, but sacred. Like being happy was a thing she didn’t always let herself have, and now that she did, she wasn’t giving it up easily.
Lisa turned, like she might walk back to her corner, but her eyes landed on Jisoo—who was already halfway standing, clearly caught mid-scene, like an actress who missed her cue.
Lisa tilted her head. “You coming?”
Jisoo froze for a beat too long. “Me? Oh—yeah! Totally. Coming. Super casual.”
Jennie, still by the wall, didn’t lift her eyes. But her posture stiffened slightly.
Rosé stayed where she was as Lisa sat back down on the floor, legs crossed, towel now hanging off one shoulder. She patted the spot next to her wordlessly, and Jisoo joined, brushing invisible lint off her leggings like that would help reset the moment.
Jennie followed last. Her movements were slow, precise. She sat with perfect posture, phone still in hand, like it might protect her if she needed something to hold.
The four of them sat in a loose circle now, the quiet hovering like something tangible.
Lisa took her time. Her voice, when it came, was the same—level. Practiced, almost.
“I know you know,” she said again. “Because I made the mistake of telling loudmouth over here.”
She nudged Rosé gently with her knee.
Jennie looked up at the sound of her voice, just barely. And there it was—the truth she’d known for weeks now. Confirmed. Spoken. Real.
It shouldn’t have hurt this much. But it did.
Jisoo, sensing the shift, straightened. “Know what?” she asked, too fast.
Rosé closed her eyes. “Unnie…”
Lisa gave her a look. “Really?”
“What are we even tAlkInG abOut?” Jisoo said in a warped, cartoony voice, her hand fluttering dramatically.
Rosé made a slicing motion behind Lisa’s head, mouthing stop with all the force of a full-body sigh.
“Unnie,” Lisa deadpanned.
Jisoo shrugged, cornered. “Alright, fine.”
Rosé opened her mouth, but Lisa cut in before she could start.
“No, I won’t tell you who it is. Yes, they’re in the industry. We met through a mutual friend. It’s still new.”
She exhaled.
“And all that matters is that I’m happy.”
Jennie didn’t breathe.
Her throat tightened, and something deep in her chest clenched like a muscle being pulled too far. But her face—graceful, composed, guarded—remained a mask.
She nodded, just once.
Small. Polite.
Like the words didn’t mean anything at all.
And Lisa looked at her.
She hadn’t meant to. Or maybe she had. Maybe some part of her had needed to know— am I still in there somewhere?
So she looked.
And Jennie didn’t flinch. Didn’t blink. Didn’t crack.
From where Lisa sat, it looked like she’d finally let go.
And for a second—a flicker, a breath—Lisa felt it land. Dull, not sharp. But deep.
She hadn’t expected it to sting.
But it did.
The silence that followed wasn’t heavy. It was hollow. The kind that comes when everyone’s pretending they don’t feel what they feel. When pretending is the only way to survive the room.
Jisoo shifted her weight, Rosé kept her head down, and Jennie… Jennie looked past them all, like there was something waiting on the other side of this conversation. Something that didn’t hurt.
Lisa turned away first.
Not because she wanted to.
But because it was the only thing left to do.
The rest of rehearsal dragged like wet fabric clinging to her skin.
Jennie hit every mark. Remembered every line. Moved exactly where she was supposed to. But none of it felt real. The music blurred into noise, and the mirrors blurred back versions of herself she couldn’t recognize anymore.
It wasn’t the exhaustion—though that didn’t help.
It was the way her chest had stayed tight since Lisa’s words.
And all that matters is that I’m happy.
That line had wrapped itself around her ribs and hadn’t let go.
She’d known. Of course she had. The way Lisa moved through the world these days—calmer, fuller, a little more private—something had shifted. The version of her that used to look back at Jennie like she might stay forever was gone. Jennie had seen it fading, little by little. But knowing and hearing were different beasts entirely.
And now, with the truth in the room, rehearsals felt like punishment.
The truth was, Jennie didn’t want to be in this studio anymore. Didn’t want to finish the routine or listen to another note or pretend like her body wasn’t still reeling from that soft, steady confession.
All she wanted was to lie down somewhere dark and let the floor swallow her whole.
She had let herself hope.
That was the problem.
She’d let Jisoo get in her head back in Hawaii—plant those little maybe’s, those sweet, stupid what ifs.
Lisa had been glowing there. Laughing in the ocean, stealing pieces of fruit off Jennie’s plate, curling up beside her on the beach at night like it meant something. For a moment, Jennie had believed the door was still open. That maybe Lisa just needed to remember what they had.
But now?
Now she knew better.
Lisa had remembered something else. Or worse— someone else.
Jennie blinked hard and turned her face away from the mirror.
She didn’t cry. She wouldn’t—not here, not now.
But the ache was there. Steady and quiet. Like a bruise pressed under her ribs.
She wanted to be angry. At Lisa. At Jisoo. At herself. But none of it felt fair. Lisa hadn’t owed her anything. Not really. She’d just… hoped. And the worst part about loving someone in silence was that they never heard the promises you whispered to them in your head.
So now she sat with them alone.
The unspoken ones.
The maybe if I wait long enough and maybe if we get one more chance and maybe if she sees me, really sees me, she’ll remember what this used to feel like.
Jennie exhaled sharply through her nose, grounding herself.
The music picked up again. The setlist moved forward.
She found her mark. She lifted her arms. She danced.
But inside, she didn’t move at all.
Chapter 34: to sit between
Notes:
so who's going to see BP?
Chapter Text
Friday finally came, heavy with everything the week hadn’t said aloud.
Jennie showed up—because that’s what she did. For the group. For the job. For the image of strength she wore like skin, even when it felt like she was stitching herself together by the hour.
She smiled when she needed to. Laughed where it counted. She stood beside Lisa during interviews, answered fan questions, posed with practiced ease. No one watching would have known that she was barely breathing through it.
But she noticed everything.
The way Lisa’s phone lit up during van rides or mid-break, and how her expression changed—softened, brightened, became something more private. Lisa didn’t even try to hide it anymore. She would step away, sometimes just a few feet, her voice low and casual, laughter slipping through in pieces.
And Jennie would sit there, pretending to scroll through her phone, pretending she wasn’t listening, pretending it didn’t feel like someone was slowly scraping her heart hollow from the inside out.
She never heard a name. Never saw a contact photo. Lisa was still careful with details—always had been. But she wasn’t hiding the fact of it. Not now.
The giggles were quieter than they used to be. But they were real. They were hers.
And Jennie had been watching it all week—the soft joy Lisa tried to keep muted, the way she checked her phone like it meant something. Like someone meant something.
She didn’t even need confirmation anymore.
That conversation they’d had in the studio had been enough. The truth was already out in the open now—like perfume in the air. You couldn’t see it, but it was everywhere.
Jennie never said a word.
She just kept showing up, one day at a time, holding her composure with both hands while the person she loved quietly disappeared into someone else’s life.
They landed in Haneda just after noon.
It had rained earlier—Jennie could smell it in the air as they stepped onto the tarmac, the asphalt still damp beneath their soles. The clouds hung low, soft and gray, like they hadn’t quite decided whether to clear or settle in.
Lisa barely looked up.
The moment they cleared the jet bridge, she was already unlocking her phone, her thumbs moving quickly, eyes focused. Jennie didn’t need to guess who she was talking to. She’d spent all week watching it—those tiny, quiet exchanges that had become so frequent they felt routine now.
Jennie did her best. She really did. She walked with Jisoo and Rosé, tucked between them like a buffer. Jisoo was saying something about miso soup, Rosé had her earbuds in one ear, but Jennie wasn’t fully there—not when Lisa’s voice drifted just a few steps behind her.
“I just landed, yeah… no, I slept a little—don’t worry, I’ll text you once we’re settled.”
Jennie blinked hard, focusing on her steps.
The airport was already filling with noise—the sound of gates opening, distant announcements, footsteps echoing off high ceilings. And beneath all of that, the low, familiar hum of cameras and voices getting closer.
They hadn’t even reached customs before the first flash hit.
Lisa hung up instantly.
Jennie could hear it, that subtle break in her voice as she ended the call. Then silence. A breath. The sound of a bucket hat being pulled lower over a pair of sunglasses.
And suddenly, Lisa was walking beside her again.
It was instinct.
The crowd swelled around them as they neared the terminal’s glass doors. Security tightened formation. The shouts grew louder—fans, paparazzi, airport staff trying to maintain order. The flashes kept coming, lighting up their faces, catching on every angle.
Jennie’s heart picked up the pace she’d tried to regulate all morning.
It happened then—quiet, deliberate.
She felt the soft brush of a finger.
Lisa’s pinky grazed hers once. Then hooked around it.
Jennie looked down, surprised.
There it was. Lisa’s pinky, looped loosely through hers. Not holding. Not pulling.
Just there.
Jennie blinked, looked up at Lisa—who didn’t say a word. Her expression was neutral, jaw set, mouth relaxed. But she didn’t let go.
Neither did Jennie.
They walked like that through the terminal—pinkies linked, nothing else said. A small gesture, hidden in the chaos, but it anchored Jennie more than anything else could have in that moment.
Lisa had always known.
How crowds made Jennie tense. How the noise, the flashing, the unpredictability—it all lived in her body like static. And Lisa, without needing to ask, without needing to explain, did what she always did.
She absorbed it.
Distracted the fans. Smiled under her mask. Made eye contact with the cameras so maybe— maybe —they would stop focusing so hard on the girl beside her.
Jennie kept walking, heart heavy and full at the same time.
Because Lisa was still protecting her.
Even now.
They reached the vans just as the air shifted.
It was subtle—the kind of moment you wouldn’t even notice unless you were already watching her. But Lisa was gone. Her figure disappeared into a separate vehicle parked just down the curb, her silhouette ducking into the passenger seat beside her manager. A few of the heavier bags were loaded in after her, the door closing with a soft, final click.
None of them had known she was leaving with someone else. None of them had heard her say a word.
Jisoo blinked. “Did she just...?”
Rosé tilted her head, her lips parting. “I guess she’s with staff for now?”
Jennie said nothing. Her eyes had followed the motion before anyone else noticed, but her brain hadn’t caught up. There had been no reason to leave separately—none that was said. No explanation. Just distance, quiet and seamless, as if it had always been there.
They boarded their own van without protest. Their own luggage was loaded quickly. The door slid shut behind them, soft as a sigh. Haneda shimmered outside the windows, golden in places, smudged with grey in others. The city blurred with movement, but inside the car it was still.
Not awkward—just... quiet.
Jisoo leaned her head against the glass, eyes half-lidded, already counting down to the hotel bed. Rosé scrolled through her phone, screen lighting up her face in soft blue pulses. Jennie sat in the middle row, perfectly still, hands resting in her lap. Her eyes stayed forward, but her thoughts kept slipping sideways.
She left with her manager.
She tried not to take it personally. Lisa had always been independent. Lisa had always done things her own way. Ever since she moved out, that divide had grown—quietly, gently, but steadily. It was never cruel. Just... inevitable.
Still, something about today felt different.
Jennie kept seeing her smile from earlier—soft, distracted, glued to the glow of her phone. The way she’d hung back at baggage claim, fingers moving fast across her screen. And then she was just... gone. Without a word.
Jennie didn’t want to care.
But she did.
And she wasn’t the only one.
After several long minutes of silence, Jisoo spoke, voice hushed and slow. “She really didn’t tell you anything else?”
Rosé shook her head without looking up. “Just what she already said. Someone in the industry. Met through a mutual friend.”
Jisoo exhaled, lips pressing into a line. “That could be literally anyone.”
Jennie didn’t say it aloud, but she thought the same thing.
They’d spent the last seven years weaving themselves into the industry. Not just as idols, but as people. They had shared meals, concert bills, behind-the-scenes breakdowns with almost every major name in their generation. When the lights went down, they were all just kids in the same storm, trying to keep their footing.
They’d gotten close with the third-gen crowd for that very reason. Those were their people. Their equals. The ones who understood the weight of it.
Lisa had grown up in that same circle. She knew all the same names. Had danced next to them, texted them, laughed with them.
It could be anyone.
But that wasn’t what kept Jennie spinning.
It was the how.
Because when?
When did Lisa have the time?
Since their return from Hawaii, they hadn’t been apart more than a few hours at a time. Their schedule had been relentless. Press, rehearsals, prep for tour. Jennie had seen her every day. Slept in hotel rooms beside her. Watched her every move. And yet—somehow—Lisa had managed to keep this entire world hidden in her back pocket.
There hadn’t been dinners out. No secret van rides, no hushed disappearances. Maybe conversations. But that was all. Nothing to mark a relationship.
She’d been so careful.
Jennie leaned her head back against the seat, her gaze slipping toward the tinted window.
She’s allowed to be happy.
She deserves to be happy.
But that didn’t make it easier to sit beside the space she left behind.
Not when it used to belong to Jennie.
Not when Jennie didn’t even know if Lisa had meant to leave her behind—or if she’d simply forgotten she was there.
***
The first few days in Japan moved like silk through Jennie’s hands—beautiful, but impossible to hold on to.
They had a soundcheck the day after landing, followed by the first show of the Japanese leg of their tour that night. It was electric. The crowd was thunderous, the girls in sync, their adrenaline running higher than the stage lights. Jennie hadn’t felt that kind of collective euphoria in a while, and she held onto it, even as her body ached and her mind worked overtime to stay in the moment.
Afterward, they celebrated. As they always did.
They brought their staff out—managers, stylists, dancers, tech crew. Packed into a warm little izakaya lit by paper lanterns, they raised glasses and ordered more food than anyone could finish. Jennie laughed until her face hurt. She leaned into Jisoo’s shoulder, clinked drinks with Rosé, even sang along when someone started a birthday song for one of the stage crew.
She was present. She really was.
But all the while, Lisa was laughing too—into her phone.
Not the same way.
Not at them.
Jennie had noticed it the moment they landed—Lisa’s phone practically glued to her hand. She wasn’t being secretive about it either. Her eyes would light up mid-conversation, and she’d step away with a soft, “Give me one second.” Sometimes she wouldn’t even bother stepping away—just turn slightly in her chair, her voice lowered, that smile curling at the corner of her mouth.
Jennie knew that smile.
She hated that she still loved it.
What stung most wasn’t that Lisa was talking to someone—it was how happy she looked doing it. Gone was the exhaustion from months of touring. Gone was the distance that had hung between them for weeks back in Seoul. Lisa was glowing.
And the others? They didn’t seem to mind.
In fact, Jisoo was having the time of her life with it.
“Someone’s got heart-eyes,” she’d sing-song, every time Lisa’s face lit up.
Rosé just grinned. “Seriously, what’s got you giggling like that?”
Lisa would roll her eyes and wave them off, cheeks pink, but never denying it.
Jennie said nothing.
She just sipped her drink and smiled like it didn’t feel like slow torture.
Because the truth was this: for the first time in what felt like forever, Jennie had her friend back. Lisa was joking with her again. Nudging her when the translator said something funny. Resting her chin on Jennie’s shoulder during car rides. They were good again.
But Jennie couldn’t tell if that was healing her or killing her slowly.
Because no matter how much she smiled or played along, it didn’t change the fact that she didn’t just want Lisa back as a friend. She wanted her back completely.
Not in a desperate, shallow way. Not even in the way people assumed. Jennie didn’t care about the optics or the stories or the headlines fans made up online. She just wanted the quiet things: Lisa’s head on her shoulder. Her laugh in the dark. Her voice in Jennie’s ear, telling her things she didn’t tell anyone else.
She didn’t want to be the best friend.
She wanted to be the person.
But that role was already taken now. Jennie didn’t know who had it, but someone did. And that truth sat with her like a splinter—small but sharp, always catching beneath her skin.
The morning after the concert, they had interviews scheduled before heading to Osaka. It was early, the hotel’s breakfast buffet barely open, but Jennie was already downstairs, hair pulled back, hoodie slouched over one shoulder.
She scanned the dining room.
Rosé was by the tea station. Jisoo sat at the corner table, mid-bite of something flaky and golden. A few stylists filtered in. Alice, Lisa’s manager, was talking to someone near the coffee bar.
But no Lisa.
Jennie furrowed her brow. “Where’s Lisa?”
Jisoo glanced up, barely pausing to swallow. “Probably still in bed.”
Rosé returned to the table, sliding into her seat. “She’s never on time for breakfast. You know that.”
Jennie hummed, sitting down slowly.
They weren’t wrong. Lisa had a longstanding war with hotel alarms. She was chronically late to everything except rehearsals and soundchecks. But this morning… it felt different.
Maybe it was the silence in their shared group chat. Maybe it was the fact that Lisa hadn’t said goodnight after the dinner. Maybe it was that Jennie had been quietly hoping Lisa would sit beside her again—close enough for their knees to touch.
But the seat stayed empty.
Jennie picked at her fruit, barely tasting it. The noise of clinking dishes and low conversations faded to a hum.
Lisa would show up. Of course she would.
But Jennie couldn’t help but wonder—not for the first time, and not for the last—where exactly Lisa had woken up that morning.
And who she’d texted first.
Lisa never came down for breakfast.
Just her manager did—Alice, eyes on her phone, already fielding a dozen questions from production. She entered briskly, exchanged a few quiet words with other staff, and disappeared into a corner of the dining room with the other managers to review the day’s logistics.
Jennie watched her closely, waiting for a flicker of something. A glance. A mention. Even the smallest acknowledgement.
But it never came.
No one seemed remotely concerned that their youngest member hadn’t appeared.
Not Jisoo, who was now halfway through a croissant and retelling a story from rehearsal the night before. Not Rosé, who had taken to quietly stirring her tea while listening. Not the managers, who handed out briefing folders and seating assignments as if they were running at full capacity.
And maybe they were.
Maybe Lisa’s absence was already accounted for—communicated, cleared, signed off like everything else in their itinerary. But no one said anything. Not out loud. Not even in passing.
Except Jennie noticed.
Of course she did.
She was the only one who glanced toward the elevator. The only one who checked her phone under the table. The only one who waited just a little longer before taking a bite of her food, like Lisa might walk in late, grumbling about the coffee and sliding into the seat beside her with that sleep-heavy grin.
But she didn’t.
The chair stayed empty.
After breakfast, the production manager stood up with a clipboard and a tight timeline. Everyone gathered in the front—wardrobe, makeup, hair, dancers, press liaisons. Schedules were handed out, instructions relayed. It was a travel day, technically. They’d be heading to Osaka by noon, then a free day before back-to-back concerts.
Still, no one said Lisa’s name. And that was the strangest part.
It wasn’t that they weren’t worried—it was that they didn’t even act like she was missing. Like her absence had already been penciled in. Like it had become normal.
But Jennie felt it everywhere.
In the way Rosé didn’t crack a morning joke. In the way Jisoo stopped humming halfway through her routine. In the heaviness of the space beside her. It was quiet, but it was felt.
The Pinks noticed.
They always noticed.
Lisa was gone. Not officially, not dramatically—just gone. And nobody seemed to be asking why.
Except Jennie.
Who still, after all this time, looked toward the door every time it opened. Just in case.
The truth was, Lisa had left before sunrise.
The city had barely begun to stir, the sky still painted in deep indigo and washed-out violet, when she slipped out of the hotel under a borrowed cap and coat. Her suitcase was small—just a soft duffel. She didn’t need much. Just enough to disappear for the day.
Alice had arranged everything.
She always did.
A discreet black car met them outside the service entrance, a plain license plate and tinted windows the only signs of how carefully this had been coordinated. It wasn’t the first time Lisa had done this. And it wouldn’t be the last. There was a rhythm to it now—a quiet, practiced routine.
No goodbyes. No trail. Just a whispered “Thank you, unnie” before Lisa ducked into the car and disappeared into the early morning.
By 9:04 a.m., she was back in Kansai.
And standing in front of Mina’s door.
The gate buzzed softly as it opened, and Lisa slipped through like a secret. The air smelled different here—cleaner, softer, like something quiet lived in the neighborhood itself. A cat darted under a hedge. A wind chime clicked somewhere overhead.
Mina opened the door before Lisa could knock.
She was in an oversized sweater, sleeves past her hands, eyes sleepy but warm.
“You’re early,” she said, smiling.
Lisa smiled back, and suddenly everything else fell away.
“I missed you.”
Mina stepped aside, letting her in without a word, and Lisa exhaled like she hadn’t breathed in month.
Here, no one asked where she was going.
No one expected answers or presence or perfection. Mina didn’t want the idol. She just wanted her. The girl who lost track of time in vintage bookstores. The one who got overly competitive during card games. The one who snuck photos of Mina when she thought she wasn’t looking.
Lisa had promised they’d have this day together. A full, uninterrupted day.
No styling chairs. No rehearsals. No cameras. Just hours with Mina, curled into each other’s space, their laughter soft, private, real.
She hadn’t told the girls.
Not because she didn’t trust them—but because this was hers.
This version of her life didn’t belong on a schedule or in a group chat. It wasn’t for the tour. It wasn’t for the brand. It was just for her. Just for now.
She placed her bag by the doorway and kicked off her shoes.
Mina was already walking back toward the kitchen, calling over her shoulder, “Coffee or tea?”
Lisa followed her, a smile tugging at her lips, and for the first time all week, she didn’t feel like she was balancing two lives.
Just this one.
The quiet, simple one where someone was waiting.
And loved her in the open.
The scent of miso and rice filled the small kitchen, mingling with the morning light that slipped lazily through the curtains.
Lisa leaned against the counter, sleeves pushed to her elbows, hair tucked beneath a hoodie that still smelled like hotel sheets. She watched as Mina moved through the kitchen barefoot, calm and focused, her oversized sweater slipping off one shoulder as she stirred something on the stove.
It felt like a dream—one of those soft, slow-moving ones that didn’t ask for anything except presence.
They hadn’t seen each other in weeks.
There’d been late-night phone calls and rushed check-ins, voice notes whispered from rehearsal rooms and backstage closets. But this—this was different. This was real time. A full morning. A whole day. No makeup. No cameras. No one watching.
“Sit,” Mina said, gesturing to the small table by the window.
Lisa obeyed, pulling one leg up under her as she dropped into the chair.
Mina brought over a tray—rice, grilled salmon, tamagoyaki, and miso. Lisa’s favorite.
“You made all this?”
Mina smiled, soft and shy. “You don’t eat properly on tour. I know how you get.”
Lisa felt her heart stutter a little. “I don’t deserve you.”
Mina rolled her eyes as she sat down across from her. “You might be right. So, eat.”
They talked between bites, filling in the blanks they hadn’t had time for.
Lisa told her about the first night of the Japanese leg of the tour, how she’d nearly tripped over a fog machine during the final chorus of Kill This Love, and how Jisoo had laughed so hard she cried. Mina told her about her latest writing project, about baking something that exploded (almost intentionally), about how quiet the house felt without Lisa in it.
Lisa reached for her bag after they finished eating and pulled out a bundle wrapped in a folded scarf.
“What’s this?” Mina asked, eyes curious.
“I’ve been holding onto them since Hawaii,” Lisa said, a little shy now. “I didn’t want to send them. I wanted to give them to you.”
Mina unwrapped the bundle slowly: a beaded bracelet from a street market, a small hand-painted fan, a notebook with pressed flowers in the cover, and a tiny shell Lisa had found on the beach.
“These are beautiful,” Mina whispered, fingers brushing over each object. “You’re so sentimental.”
Lisa shrugged, embarrassed. “I guess I wanted you to know how much all of these things reminded me of you. Since you weren’t there.”
Mina looked up, her expression unreadable for a beat.
Then she leaned across the table and kissed Lisa—slow, grateful.
“You make me feel like I was.”
***
It was late morning when they arrived in Osaka, and the hotel room was filled with soft, silvery light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling curtains. The city buzzed quietly outside, but inside the room, it was still—save for the low hum of the air conditioner and the occasional rustle of a snack wrapper.
Jennie sat curled in the corner of the couch in Rosé and Lisa’s shared suite, legs tucked under her, her phone resting screen-down on the coffee table. Across from her, Jisoo had taken over the floor, stretched out with her hair fanned behind her and her arms tucked under her head. Rosé was seated on the bed closest to the window, fingers tapping absently against her thigh, clearly thinking the same thing they all were.
“Did she say anything to you?” Jennie asked, finally breaking the silence.
Rosé shook her head. “Nope. She was already gone by the time I got up.”
“Her manager didn’t mention anything either,” Jisoo added. “Just showed up like it was a normal day.”
“Because for her,” Jennie said, voice low, “maybe it is.”
They were supposed to have breakfast together—one of the few slow mornings before heading Osaka. A rare free day before their next two shows. But Lisa had never come down. She hadn’t been seen since the day before. And no one in management had looked even remotely concerned.
The girls had traveled without her earlier that morning, flown to Osaka with an empty seat and a vague explanation from Alice that Lisa would “meet them later.”
That had been hours ago.
“Do you think…” Jisoo started, then trailed off.
Jennie looked over. “What?”
Jisoo turned her head to the side, resting her cheek against her arm. “Do you think she’s gone off to see them?”
Them. The person.
The someone Lisa had been smiling about for weeks. The one none of them had met. The one she refused to name.
“I mean,” Jisoo continued, “it’s a free day. She’s technically allowed.”
“She is,” Rosé said, trying to keep her voice neutral. “And it’s not like we’ve been staying in the same place much lately.”
“Still,” Jennie said, trying to sound casual but not quite pulling it off, “you’d think she’d at least say she wasn’t coming.” Jisoo and Rosie exchange knowing looks. They know where this rational is coming from.
“Are we surprised though? None of us even realized she was dating.” Rosé asked, eyebrows raised as she spooned yogurt into her mouth.
“Yeah.” Jennie leaned back into the couch, her expression unreadable.
“I really thought she just overslept,” Jisoo said from her seat on the floor, fiddling with the end of her braid. “But then we got to Osaka and… no Lisa. No explanation. Just Alice acting like everything was normal.”
Rosé narrowed her eyes. “Yeah, she was suspiciously calm. Too calm.”
The three of them sat in Lisa and Rosé’s shared hotel room, legs curled, snacks half-finished, a laptop playing music in the background. The day had drifted by, slow and cloudy, but not without questions.
They’d all noticed the absence. Not just Lisa’s physical one—but the lack of anything about her.
No. I’ll meet you there.
No. Don’t wait up.
Not even a group chat emoji.
“She’s been attached to her phone for days,” Rosé said. “Laughing, texting, smiling like she’s sixteen and in love. At least when it was her little secret she was a little more subtle”
“She is in love,” Jisoo muttered. “Or something like it.”
“And yet,” Jennie added softly, “no clue where she went or who it’s with.”
A silence settled over them. Not awkward, just… cautious. Like they were all thinking the same thing and waiting to see who’d say it first.
Then Jisoo sat up straight. “Okay. Plan.”
“Oh no,” Rosé said, laughing.
“We each ask our managers if they know where she went,” Jisoo said, holding up three fingers. “Divide and conquer. If one of them slips, we’ll know.”
Jennie blinked. “You’re seriously proposing a stealth mission.”
“I’m not saying we interrogate anyone,” Jisoo said. “I’m just saying… casual curiosity. A well-placed ‘oh, did Lisa mention her plans this morning?’ sort of thing.”
“And when that fails?” Rosé asked.
Jisoo grinned. “We go straight to Alice.”
They did.
By the time late lunch rolled around, the plan had been executed.
Three quick check-ins with their individual managers: nothing. Some shrugs, one I think she’s taking a personal da y and another She’s probably just with a friend .
So they approached Alice—separately at first, then awkwardly as a trio. Jennie tried first, during wardrobe fitting. “Did Lisa say where she was headed?”
Alice, without missing a beat, replied, “She just asked me to adjust her schedule. That’s all.”
Rosé tried again in the hallway, casually tossing in a “We just want to make sure she’s okay, you know?”
Alice smiled kindly. “Of course. She’s fine.”
And then Jisoo, predictably, tried to go full detective.
“So like, not even a hint ?” she asked, leaning in conspiratorially. “Not even a time zone?”
Alice blinked once. “She’s exactly where she needs to be.”
And that was that.
Back in the hotel room, the three of them regrouped on the bed, defeated.
“She’s too good,” Rosé said, arms crossed. “Like… professionally trained in being vague.”
“She didn’t lie,” Jisoo added. “Which is the worst part. She told us just enough to make us feel like we’re crazy.”
Jennie was quiet for a moment. Then she said, “What’s so messed up is that she was telling the truth…like I believe her”
Rosé nodded. “Same. But where are the details…”
“Is where all the chaos lives,” Jisoo finished.
They laughed softly.
It wasn’t angry or bitter. Just… the kind of laugh you let out when someone you love keeps slipping through your fingers a little, even as they promise they’re still holding on.
Jennie glanced toward the door again. No knock. No keycard beep. No footsteps.
“Wherever she is,” she murmured, “I hope she tells us eventually.”
None of them answered.
Because even if Lisa came back tomorrow, they all knew—she wasn’t just gone for the day.
She was somewhere else now.
And they still didn’t know who had gone with her.
***
Back in Japan:
Lisa watched her with a quiet, full kind of ache. The kind of ache that came not from pain, but from care . From realizing how much she wanted to get it right.
“I’ve been holding onto them since Hawaii,” she said, voice barely above a breath. “I didn’t want to send them. I wanted to give them to you. In person.”
Mina smiled gently, brushing her fingers over the pressed-flower notebook. “You’re so sentimental.”
Lisa chuckled softly, looking down at her hands. “It’s embarrassing.”
“No,” Mina said, firmly now. “It’s not.”
Lisa’s chest expanded with something warm and fragile.
These mornings—unrushed, quiet, real—were rare. She was always in motion. In a dressing room, in a car, in a camera lens. But here, with Mina, time settled differently. It uncurled itself. Let her exist without performing. And she hadn’t realized how much she missed that until she felt it again.
After breakfast, they lingered at the kitchen table, the plates cleared, the light changing color as the sun drifted higher. Mina sat cross-legged in her chair, hair tucked behind one ear, the fan Lisa had brought her resting across her knees like a small, sacred object.
And Lisa… she just watched her.
Not as an idol. Not as a girlfriend.
Just her.
Then, quietly: “There’s something I’ve been meaning to say.”
Mina looked up, her expression calm, but attentive. Always attentive.
Lisa took a breath, steadying herself. “That call we had… the one after Hawaii. When you told me how you were feeling.”
Mina nodded once, still quiet.
“I appreciated it more than I knew how to say. Even now.”
She paused, fingers nervously tapping the table once. “You were right. About what you said. You weren’t wrong for saying any of it.”
Mina’s gaze didn’t falter.
“I didn’t mean to make you feel like you were on the back burner,” Lisa continued. “That was never my intention. But I can see how it felt like that. And I hate that I made you feel like you were waiting around for me to choose you, when you’d already chosen me.”
Her throat tightened just slightly.
“It wasn’t about not caring. It was just… I think I got swept up.”
Mina tilted her head, not accusing, just listening.
Lisa looked down for a second, then met her eyes again. “Coming back from Hawaii… the girls and I had found a rhythm again. That part of me—the one that missed them—was loud. Louder than I expected. It felt like reclaiming something. Like I was coming home to a version of myself I hadn’t been in a long time.”
Mina nodded slowly. She knew the feeling.
Lisa’s voice softened. “And maybe, in all that, I didn’t do enough to make you feel like home, too.”
Mina’s lips parted, just slightly.
“I love the quiet way you show up,” Lisa said. “The steadiness. The way you make space without making demands. But I should never have let you wonder where you stood with me. That was my fault.”
Lisa stopped. Her pulse was fluttering now.
There was more. Of course there was more.
Like how part of what swept her up in Hawaii wasn’t just the group dynamic. It was Jennie. The way she laughed again. The way she started letting Lisa in again, little by little, before the weight of their history made it too complicated to carry.
It had stirred something in her. Not old feelings exactly—but an old version of herself. The part of her that had loved Jennie so recklessly it nearly undid her.
But she wouldn’t say that now.
Not to Mina.
Because this moment wasn’t about the past.
It was about showing up now.
Lisa reached across the table, palm open.
“I’m sorry I made you feel like you had to shrink down. You never do. Not with me.”
Mina didn’t speak right away.
Instead, she slid her fingers into Lisa’s hand—cool and steady—and held it there.
“I didn’t want to feel like I had to compete with the noise,” Mina said, her voice as clear and unwavering as it had been on the phone that day. “I just wanted to know that when things got loud, I still mattered.”
Lisa nodded, her eyes stinging just a little. “You do. You do.”
The quiet that followed wasn’t empty.
It was full.
And Lisa felt something shift—not dramatically, but in the way you feel the tension release from your shoulders when someone finally believes you. When they stay.
Mina smiled softly, thumb brushing over Lisa’s knuckles. “Thank you. For saying it out loud.”
Lisa exhaled, smiling through the tightness in her throat. “Thank you for giving me the chance to.”
Outside, the wind picked up slightly, rustling the leaves by the window. A neighborhood cat hopped up onto the garden wall. Somewhere in another room, the kettle clicked off with a soft pop.
And for a moment, everything was still.
Lisa was still.
In love. In the right place. In the presence of someone who had waited without demanding, and stayed without condition.
And yet—even as her heart stayed anchored in this moment, this home she’d built with Mina—there was still a part of her she hadn’t fully named. A shadow of something old. Something unresolved. A soft, unspoken ache that lived somewhere between gratitude and guilt.
But for now, she left it where it belonged.
Outside the room.
Outside of them.
Mina’s fingers tightened slightly around hers. She tilted her head, eyes searching, but not questioning. Lisa didn’t flinch.
They were already leaning toward each other before either of them moved.
It wasn’t rushed.
It was quiet. Deliberate.
A shared breath before their mouths met—soft and slow and steady, like everything that had built up between them had been waiting for this. For something that didn’t need to be proven, only felt.
Mina kissed her like she knew her. Like she forgave her.
And Lisa kissed her like she’d finally come home.
When they pulled back, foreheads resting together, Lisa’s eyes fluttered closed.
“I missed you,” she whispered.
Mina smiled, just barely.
“You’re here now.”
And for the first time in weeks, Lisa believed that being present could be enough.
Chapter 35: comfort and chaos
Chapter Text
The kiss lingered even after it ended — like something unfinished but deeply known.
Lisa’s heart was still beating faster than usual, not just from the softness of Mina’s mouth, but from the way Mina looked at her now — like she’d been waiting for this moment since Lisa stepped through the door that morning. Maybe even longer.
They stayed close, foreheads brushing, hands still linked. But the air between them had shifted — warmer, a little heavier, and threaded with something familiar: want.
Mina’s touch changed — a subtle slide of her palm from Lisa’s wrist up to her forearm, then higher, fingers gently tracing the slope of her shoulder. Her other hand moved, too, lightly, over the curve of Lisa’s waist. Slow. Exploring. Intentional.
Lisa let out a breath of a laugh, eyes fluttering open.
“Ohhh,” she murmured, smiling against Mina’s jaw. “So that’s what this breakfast was really about.”
Mina gave the smallest shrug, eyes dark with amusement. “Can’t a girl miss her girlfriend?”
Lisa kissed the corner of her mouth once, lingering, before gently pulling back just enough to meet her eyes again.
“We’re definitely picking this up later,” she said, brushing Mina’s hair back behind her ear. “But first…”
Mina groaned, dramatically falling back into her chair. “Nooo. Don’t make me talk about my feelings.”
Lisa laughed, standing up to stretch before sliding into the chair beside her this time — shoulder to shoulder, thighs brushing under the table. “I want to hear what it was like. Going back. Being with the girls again.”
Mina leaned back slightly, folding her arms across her chest, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then she exhaled slowly, not quite a sigh.
“The music video shoot came first,” she began, her voice low, thoughtful. “It was supposed to be exciting, right? This big return, the fans anticipating it, the members ready to welcome me back. But it wasn’t like that. Not really.”
Lisa stilled, her playful smile fading as she tuned into the shift in Mina’s tone.
“The day started early. Makeup chairs and lights and choreography that my body knew but hadn’t done in so long,” Mina said, looking down at her hands. “Everyone was happy to see me. But I felt like I was being watched, measured. Like I had to prove I still fit. That I deserved to be there again.”
Lisa reached out, her fingers brushing Mina’s lightly.
“The girls were kind. They always are. But I could feel them trying not to say the wrong thing. Trying to be careful. It made the space between us feel wider somehow.”
Mina’s voice softened even more. “During breaks, I didn’t really talk. I just… watched. They were laughing, messing around like always. But it felt like I was behind a glass wall. Jeongyeon tried, though. She always tries. Made me smile a few times. But it never quite lasted.”
Lisa nodded, listening without interruption.
“At one point, I told them I had therapy and physical therapy during lunch,” Mina continued. “Which was true. But also, I just needed to be alone. My manager backed me up. Said it with a smile like we’d rehearsed it.”
Lisa squeezed her hand gently.
“When I left that room, I felt like I’d failed somehow. Like I’d shown up just to remind everyone I wasn’t ready. But then later, after I left, they told stories about me. The members. They remembered me. Missed me. That part got to me.”
Lisa tilted her head, her voice quiet. “You deserved that. And more.”
Mina smiled faintly. “Then the anniversary concert happened. That was different.”
Lisa raised her brows. “Better?”
“Still scary,” Mina admitted. “But it felt more... possible. Jihyo was so careful with my schedule. They planned light rehearsals for me. Just vocals and slow movements at first. It felt manageable, like they actually wanted me to succeed, not just show up.”
Lisa smiled softly at that.
“I remember sitting by the van window on the way to rehearsals, watching the city pass by, and thinking how everything looked the same but felt so different inside me,” Mina said. “When we got there, I froze. Just outside the stage. I couldn’t breathe for a second.”
Lisa instinctively reached over, brushing her hand along Mina’s thigh.
“Jihyo noticed,” Mina went on, eyes distant. “She came over. Didn’t push. Just told me we could wait. And then Momo joined us. She didn’t say much either. Just... stood with me. That’s when I realized I wasn’t alone anymore.”
She turned, meeting Lisa’s eyes fully now. “I stepped on that stage because they didn’t rush me. And when I looked out at the crowd, it didn’t scare me like I thought it would. It just... reminded me why I ever wanted to do this.”
Lisa smiled at her, a little in awe.
“You’re incredible,” she said simply.
Mina leaned into her slightly, resting her head on Lisa’s shoulder. “I don’t know about that. But it felt good to come back. To know that I still belonged.”
Lisa turned, kissed the top of her head. “You always did.”
Mina let the words settle over her, then leaned her weight a little more into Lisa’s side. Her cheek rested against Lisa’s shoulder, and for a long moment neither of them said anything. The room was quiet, save for the faint tick of the clock on the wall and the muffled hum of life outside the apartment window.
Lisa’s voice broke the silence, low and careful. “How’s it been?” she asked. “Being away from everything… really being away.”
Mina was quiet at first. Her fingers found the hem of her sleeve, tugging at a loose thread as she searched for the right words.
“It’s strange,” she said finally. “Not waking up to rehearsal alarms. Not hearing someone yell about borrowed clothes or who finished the last yogurt. No chaos.”
Lisa chuckled, soft and warm.
“I thought I’d feel free,” Mina continued, still watching her fingers. “And for a while, I did. Like I could breathe again. But then the silence got… loud. Like too loud. I didn’t know what to do with all the space in my head.”
Lisa didn’t speak, didn’t try to fix it. She just held Mina’s hand a little tighter.
“It’s getting better though,” Mina said, her voice steadier now. “Therapy helps. And medication, honestly. I was scared of it—of needing it. Like it meant something was wrong with me, or I’d failed somehow.”
Lisa turned toward her slightly, brows drawing in. “You didn’t fail. Taking care of yourself isn’t failure.”
Mina smiled faintly. “I know that now. It’s taken time, but… I do. I’m learning to trust myself again. To not feel guilty for resting.”
She took a breath, then looked up at Lisa. “I’m not afraid of performing anymore. I still want to come back—I really do. Just… slower. At my own pace this time. Not for the cameras. Just… because I want to.”
Lisa nodded, as if she’d already known. She didn’t say anything overly sweet or profound. She just reached for Mina’s hand and laced their fingers together again, holding on.
Mina leaned into the warmth of it for a moment, then suddenly straightened with a gleam in her eyes. “Okay. Now that we’ve unpacked our souls,” she said, mock-serious, “it’s time.”
Lisa raised an eyebrow, amused. “Time for what?”
“I’ve been saving games,” Mina said with a grin, already getting up. “You’re not leaving this house until we beat level four in Overcooked.”
Lisa groaned playfully as Mina tugged her up from the chair. “That cursed game again?”
“You love that cursed game,” Mina shot back. “And after that, we’re farming. You owe me three in-game days of Stardew.”
Lisa surrendered with a grin, letting herself be pulled toward the living room. “Fine. But if our restaurant burns down, that’s on you.”
They plopped themselves in front of the TV, bodies tangled in a heap of throw blankets and pillows on the floor. Lisa was just about to choose her character when her phone buzzed on the coffee table.
It was Alice.
Lisa gave Mina a quick look, then answered. ‘Hi unnie,’
‘How’s it going?’ Alice coo’s, Lisa blushes and Mina is quick to register it.
‘Good we’re about to play some games’ Lisa smiles and her girlfriend begins to tease her by tickling Lisa’s ear.
‘Good, now for tomorrow, the car will be outside at nine,’ Alice said without preamble. They’ve been instructed to get you to Osaka by ten. Then you have an hour before sound check’’
‘Got it.’
‘Oh, and Lisa?’
‘Yeah?’
‘The girls are sniffing around,’ Alice warned, voice dry slightly joking ‘I think Jisoo cornered your stylist.’
Lisa exhaled, rubbing her forehead. ‘Thanks for the heads-up. I wish I could say I’m surprised by I knew this was coming’
‘Oh so you told them?’ Alice added, ‘Yeah I told them before we left for Japan
Lisa hung up with a small laugh and tossed her phone aside.
Mina, watching with a curious smile, tilted her head. “What are you going to tell them?”
Lisa reached out and pulled her into her arms, slotting Mina neatly between her legs and resting her chin on her shoulder. “Are you teasing me?” she murmured. “Because for your information… they know.”
Mina blinked, surprised. “They—wait, what?”
Lisa grinned. “Not everything. They know I’m seeing someone. That’s it.”
Mina narrowed her eyes, half-laughing, half-nervous. “How?”
Lisa sighed dramatically. “I made the mistake of telling Rosé at two a.m. We were talking about something completely unrelated, and suddenly… it slipped.”
“You told Rosé?” Mina echoed, mock-horrified.
“I know,” Lisa groaned. “I told myself not to, but it felt like the right moment, and I figured she could handle one secret—”
“And then she told the unnies.”
“Exactly,” Lisa said, leaning back. “By lunch, Jisoo was making comments about my ‘new glow.’ Jennie started analyzing every time I picked up my phone.”
Mina laughed, though her fingers played idly with Lisa’s sleeve. “So they don’t know it’s me.”
“Nope,” Lisa confirmed, popping the P. “Just that I’m seeing someone. I’ve got a 90% alibi thanks to Alice, but… they’re on a mission.”
Mina gave her a look, half amused, half concerned. “And you’re okay with that?”
Lisa shrugged. “I will be. Eventually.”
Mina didn’t press. She tucked her chin slightly, thoughtful, filing that “eventually” away for another day.
“Alright,” she said instead, grabbing the Switch controllers. “But I swear, if you let the soup catch fire again—”
Lisa stole the controller and grinned. “Babe, we both know you’re the one who dropped the tomato on the floor.”
Mina gasped. “That was once!”
They descended into easy laughter, tangled limbs and half-hearted jabs, the kind of comfort that felt earned. Outside, the night settled over the city, but in Mina’s living room, time stretched out like the warmth of their shared blanket—undemanding, quietly content, and full of just enough chaos to feel like love.
***
Dinner in Osaka was supposed to be a wind-down. Their team had arranged a quiet restaurant, tucked away from foot traffic, with a long table that wrapped them in low lighting and privacy. The food was good. The atmosphere, better. And yet, Jennie barely touched her plate.
Rosé and Jisoo sat across from her, chopsticks in hand, casually chatting about tomorrow’s schedule.
“Call time is six?” Rosé asked, already grimacing.
“Soundcheck by nine,” Jisoo confirmed, picking at a side dish. “Then the usual—press photos, rehearsal block, maybe a quick fan greeting.”
Jennie nodded absently, her fingers playing with the condensation on her glass. Her eyes flicked toward the empty chair at the end of the table, the one Lisa would usually sprawl out in, complaining about being hungry like she hadn’t eaten an hour ago.
She wasn’t there. Still.
“She’s probably with them,” Rosé said gently, as if sensing the thought. “I mean… whoever she’s seeing.” she whispers towards the end.
“Yeah,” Jisoo added, sipping her tea. “Honestly, good for her. At least she’s getting some time off.”
Jennie forced a smile and tried to let it go. Tried to focus on the talking points for tomorrow’s media briefings, on whether she packed her backup heels, on anything that didn’t feel like her chest was quietly folding in on itself.
But she couldn’t. She kept thinking about the little signs—the soft smiles, the phone turned screen-down, the giggles into her AirPods. And now, the disappearing act.
She picked at her food.
Rosé noticed, but said nothing. Jisoo, less subtle, raised a brow.
“Jennie.”
“What?” Jennie replied quickly, too quickly.
“You’ve read the rehearsal schedule three times,” Jisoo pointed out. “You’re not fooling anyone.”
“I’m just making sure we’re ready,” Jennie muttered, eyes still on the paper in her lap. “Tomorrow’s tight.”
“You mean you’re tight,” Jisoo said. “Wound tighter than that time we got stuck in Shibuya traffic and missed our slot.”
Jennie said nothing.
Rosé leaned forward. “She’ll show up tomorrow, you know. She always does.”
Jennie nodded once, curt.
But Jisoo didn’t let it drop. She watched her for a beat longer, then finally said, “Just call her.”
Jennie looked up.
“Mask it like you’re checking in,” Jisoo said, with a shrug. “Make it casual.”
Rosé’s eyes darted between them, cautious but curious.
“I’m not calling her,” Jennie said flatly.
“Why not?” Jisoo challenged. “You’re clearly worried. And you know Lisa—she’s terrible at texting when she’s happy. If you want to know where she is, ask.”
Jennie looked down again, but her knuckles had gone white where she gripped the edge of the table.
“She’s not mine to ask anymore,” she murmured, almost too quiet to hear.
Silence stretched between them.
Rosé placed her chopsticks down softly, her gaze landing on Jennie with a quiet sort of empathy. “You’re still allowed to miss her,” she said.
Jennie didn’t reply. She just stared at the blank screen of her phone lying next to her placemat, the itch in her fingers growing louder by the second.
Lisa always answered her calls.
Even now.
Especially now.
But still—Jennie hesitated.
Lisa was mid-laugh when her phone buzzed on the coffee table, its screen lighting up in a soft glow that cut through the cozy warmth of the room.
Mina was curled up beside her, head resting lightly against Lisa’s shoulder, fingers still fidgeting with her controller as their Overcooked kitchen burst into digital flames.
“Okay, but that wasn’t me!” Mina insisted, pointing at the screen as Lisa scrambled to restart the round.
“It was absolutely you,” Lisa grinned, nudging her side. “You set the rice on fire.”
Mina gasped. “You were chopping onions!”
“Don’t blame the chef!”
But the laughter stopped the moment Lisa leaned forward to check her phone. Her fingers hovered over the screen.
Jennie.
Her breath caught—small and sharp—and Mina immediately picked up on the change in her energy.
Lisa didn’t answer right away. She just stared at the screen, thumb hesitating over the green icon. Her heart thumped in her ears, louder than the cartoon sizzle from the TV.
“You okay?” Mina asked gently, peeking at the caller ID.
Lisa quickly tilted the phone away, trying to make it look casual.
“Yeah,” she said. Too fast. “Just… Jennie.”
Mina blinked. “Oh.”
Lisa stood up with a quick, half-laugh. “I’ll, uh, just take it real quick—check-in stuff. Probably about tomorrow.” She didn’t wait for a reply, already walking toward the hallway.
Once she was out of view, she hit accept.
‘Hello?’
‘Hey,’ Jennie’s voice came through, soft, a little hesitant. ‘Hope I’m not interrupting anything.’
Lisa leaned against the wall, her hand tightening around the phone. She pressed her palm flat to the cool plaster, grounding herself.
‘No, you’re not. I—what’s up?’
There was a pause on the line. Then: ‘Just checking in. Didn’t see you today. Thought I’d make sure everything’s good.’
Lisa’s chest tightened. She hated how much she still recognized every emotion behind that voice. And worse—how easily it could undo her if she let it.
‘I’m good,’ she said, keeping it light. ‘Just took the day off. Alice helped move some stuff around.’
‘Right,’ Jennie replied. ‘I heard.’
Lisa didn’t respond. She didn’t trust herself too.
Jennie cleared her throat softly. ‘Are you with..’ she tried her best to mask her disappointment.
Lisa shut her eyes. A beat too long.
‘Yeah,’ she said, forcing her voice to stay even. ‘Just relaxing.’
Jennie was quiet. Lisa could hear the soft background of a restaurant—distant clatter, maybe Jisoo laughing. But Jennie? She was silent.
And Lisa hated how much that silence made her feel guilty.
‘I’m glad,’ Jennie said finally. ‘You sound… happy.’
Lisa glanced back toward the living room, where Mina’s laughter floated down the hall like a warm tide.
‘I am,’ she said.
‘That’s good,’ Jennie said. ‘Really.’
It sounded like the truth and a lie at once.
Another pause.
‘Just don’t disappear without saying anything next time’ Jennie added, trying to keep it light. ‘Jisooni and Rosie had us drawing maps and timelines. We were two hours from calling Interpol.’
Lisa laughed, grateful for the shift in tone. ‘Sorry. I’ll warn you next time I go rogue.’
Jennie chuckled softly, and for a second, it felt like a memory. A version of them that still existed somewhere between now and before.
‘I’ll see you tomorrow?’ Jennie asked.
Lisa nodded, then realized she had to speak. ‘Yeah. Bright and early.’
‘Okay. Night, Lili.’
Lisa’s heart caught at the nickname. She let it sit between them a second longer than she should have.
‘Night, unnie.’
She hung up, exhaling slowly, her forehead resting against the wall.
When she turned, Mina was standing at the end of the hall, controller in hand, her head tilted just slightly.
Lisa swallowed.
“You okay?” Mina asked again, a bit softer this time.
Lisa forced a smile, walking toward her and curling an arm around her waist. “Yeah. Just my bandmates being overbearing.”
Mina nodded, pressing her lips together like she was still deciding what to believe.
Lisa kissed her temple, holding her close.
“Come on,” she said. “I think we’re finally ready to three-star the burger level.”
But even as she said it, Lisa couldn’t ignore the quiet thrum of nerves still fluttering in her chest.
Not from the call.
But from what might happen if Mina ever asked:
Why did Jennie sound like she still knew how to miss you?
It was quiet in the room—too quiet for Mina’s liking.
Lisa had long since put her phone down, curled beneath the blankets beside her, the soft flicker of the muted TV casting gentle shadows across her face. They hadn’t said much since the call with Jennie ended, and Lisa, though physically present, felt… elsewhere. Not distant, not cold—just quieter than usual. A little withdrawn.
Mina noticed.
She always noticed.
Lisa’s arm was still around her, warm and loose across her waist, but Mina couldn’t shake the tiny echo in her chest. That hum of uncertainty. That creeping voice that whispered, Is she thinking about someone else? Did that call shift something between us?
Mina hated that voice. She hated that it still lived inside her.
She didn’t say anything. She didn’t ask. But she did what she always did when she felt that ache: she moved closer.
At first, just a nudge. Her nose grazing Lisa’s collarbone. Then a kiss—light, barely there, just beneath her jaw. Lisa hummed, her eyes fluttering open.
“Mmh… Min?”
Mina didn’t answer. She kissed her again, this time a little firmer, lips moving along the line of Lisa’s neck.
Lisa’s body tensed for a second—surprised—but then relaxed, her hand tightening around Mina’s waist.
“Hey,” Lisa whispered, her voice laced with sleep and something else—concern, maybe. “Everything okay?”
Mina only nodded, her lips brushing against hers now.
Lisa paused. Just for a breath. Long enough to read the shift in Mina’s touch—the quiet urgency. The way her mouth moved like she was chasing reassurance she didn’t want to ask for. Lisa’s chest ached with it.
She kissed back, slow and careful at first. Letting Mina set the rhythm. Letting her come closer, settle on top of her, legs tangled, hands moving to cradle Lisa’s jaw like she was afraid she'd vanish otherwise.
The kiss deepened.
Mina pulled back slightly—only to tilt Lisa’s chin and press into her again, more heated now. Her fingers threaded into Lisa’s hair, grounding herself. Claiming. Lisa let her, let herself be taken by the moment, by the heat blooming between them, by Mina’s breath shuddering softly against her mouth.
Lisa rolled with her, shifting their weight so they lay on their sides, forehead to forehead.
She wanted to ask what was wrong. She wanted to say something comforting. But she didn’t.
Because Mina didn’t want words right now.
She just wanted Lisa close. Closer.
So Lisa gave her that.
They kissed until the tension slowly unraveled, until Mina’s hand slid down to rest over Lisa’s heart, until their breaths synced again.
Lisa whispered her name once—just a whisper, no question attached.
Mina looked at her, eyes soft but unreadable.
“I’m here,” Lisa said quietly.
And that was all.
Mina nodded, resting her head against Lisa’s chest, her arm still wrapped around her.
And though neither said it out loud, they both felt it:
Something had shifted.
Not in a bad way.
Just in a real way.
And in the dark, in the silence, in the tangle of limbs and soft exhales, they both held on tighter than they meant to.
Later, after the controllers were set aside and the kitchen fires (both digital and emotional) had been extinguished, Mina lay on her side, back to Lisa but not asleep.
The bedroom was quiet. Warm. The overhead light was off, but the amber glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the ceiling. Lisa’s breathing had evened out behind her, slow and soft, one arm still draped loosely around her waist. The kind of sleep that came easy when your body trusted the person beside you.
But Mina’s mind hadn’t quieted yet.
It wasn’t anything Lisa had said. Not exactly. It was more about what she hadn’t.
Mina knew what that kind of nervous laughter sounded like — the too-bright tone Lisa had used before picking up Jennie’s call. The way she’d walked down the hall like she needed distance. Privacy.
Not secrecy, Mina reminded herself. Just… caution.
Still, something about it made her stomach twist.
She didn’t doubt Lisa’s feelings. That wasn’t it. She felt them in every small gesture: the way Lisa made her tea just the way she liked it, the way she instinctively pulled her close when she rolled too far from the center of the bed. There was love there. Real love. Gentle, steady, growing.
But that call tonight had shifted something.
It was the pause after Lisa said Jennie’s name. The pause Mina couldn’t unhear.
She stared at the wall, fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of the blanket.
Twice.
That word had lingered too.
Lisa had said it so casually — I made the same mistake twice — but Mina wasn’t stupid. That phrasing had history behind it. And if Rosé was the first, then…
She exhaled slowly, her breath catching slightly in her throat.
It wasn’t jealousy. Not really.
It was the feeling of standing in front of a door you’d never opened. One that your partner never said not to open — but also never handed you the key for.
Lisa was a good girlfriend. Kind, attentive, careful. But she was also layered. Walled, sometimes. There were corners of her that still flickered with a past Mina hadn’t touched yet. Didn’t even know how to ask about.
And Jennie… Jennie was one of those corners.
Mina turned slightly, just enough to catch a glimpse of Lisa’s sleeping face in the soft light.
She looked peaceful.
And that was enough — for tonight.
Still, Mina couldn’t help the question that pressed into her ribs like a secret:
If Jennie called again tomorrow…
Would Lisa
still
sound like that?
Mina shut her eyes and tried to let the warmth of Lisa’s arm calm her nerves.
Tried to remind herself that love didn’t have to be perfect to be real.
But that didn’t mean it was easy.
Chapter 36: but it's over
Chapter Text
The light came early through the curtains—soft, pale, unbothered by the weight of what had been said or left unsaid the night before.
Lisa stirred first. She always did.
Mina’s body was still wrapped around her, arm draped across Lisa’s waist, cheek resting against her chest. Her breathing was steady. Peaceful. But Lisa could feel it—the subtle change. A tension that hadn’t quite faded in sleep.
It wasn’t about sex. It never was. Lisa had learned, in the quiet moments, in the silences between texts and long-distance calls, that love didn’t always ask to be touched. Sometimes it just asked to be seen. And Mina—her Mina—had withdrawn a little last night, just toward the end. Not in rejection. Just… retreat.
Lisa had felt it like a draft under a closed door.
So she did what she always did when her words might not land right. She got up quietly, slipped out from beneath the sheets, careful not to stir Mina, and padded barefoot into the kitchen.
If Mina needed something to hold onto, Lisa would give her something warm. Something grounding.
Food.
Not just food—her food. Comfort food. Familiar. Gentle.
She didn’t need to double check the list. She could recite it like a lyric burned into her bones:
Two soft-boiled eggs, barely runny. A slice of grilled toast with honey butter. Chamomile tea with a splash of oat milk. A side of strawberries, sliced thin, no sugar. And the tiniest pinch of salt on the eggs—just enough to cut through the morning haze.
Too many early-morning calls across too many time zones, Lisa thought, smiling to herself. She could probably prep Mina’s breakfast in her sleep.
She moved quickly, checking the time—an hour or so before the car was due to pick her up and bring her back to Osaka. If she packed first, she could spend the rest of her morning focused only on Mina.
The bag didn’t take long to throw together. A few essentials. Clothes already laid out. Lisa worked efficiently, quietly, tucking away the last of her chargers and zipping it shut before tying her hair up and heading back into the kitchen with renewed purpose.
The toast popped just as the tea finished steeping.
Lisa plated everything carefully. She didn’t overdo it. This wasn’t about being impressive. This was about showing up. Saying something real without saying it out loud.
When she finally brought the tray into the bedroom, Mina was just beginning to stir—brows furrowed, hand stretching toward the empty space in bed Lisa had left behind.
Lisa set the tray down gently and leaned over to kiss the top of her head.
“Morning,” she whispered.
Mina’s eyes opened slowly, sleep still clinging to her lashes. “You made breakfast?”
Lisa smiled, brushing her fingers over Mina’s cheek. “Wanted to beat the staff to it. Figured I had just enough time to make it the way you like.”
Mina looked at the tray, then back at Lisa.
And for a moment, something softened behind her eyes. That quiet place she’d retreated to the night before—it flickered. Not gone. But reachable.
Lisa didn’t press her to speak. She just climbed back into bed beside her, tucking one leg beneath her, their knees brushing. She picked up the toast and broke off a piece, holding it out to Mina wordlessly.
Mina took it, still blinking herself into the morning. “You remembered everything.”
Lisa shrugged gently. “Of course I did.”
They didn’t talk much as Mina ate—just the occasional hum of appreciation or soft clink of porcelain.
Lisa gave Mina’s hand another squeeze. “You know you can trust me, right?”
“I do,” Mina said, voice quiet. “That’s not the part I’m scared of.”
Lisa tilted her head slightly, brushing her thumb over Mina’s knuckles. “Then what is?”
Mina looked down for a moment, watching their hands. “That… maybe one day, I’ll be too much. Or not enough. And you won’t want to explain things anymore.”
It hit Lisa like a slow, silent wave.
Not because she hadn’t heard those words before—but because she knew exactly how they felt.
“Mina,” she said, her voice low, steady, “you are never too much. And you are more than enough. I swear to you, whatever parts of me feel confusing or complicated—none of them are because I’m unsure about us.”
Mina’s eyes searched hers like she was trying to believe it completely. Lisa let her. She didn’t rush the moment, didn’t try to fill it with more words. She let the silence speak for them both.
Outside, a bird chirped once, faint through the closed window. Somewhere down the street, a car passed. Inside, the air shifted just slightly—less heavy now.
Lisa leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Mina’s forehead, lingering there. “Whatever I’ve been holding onto, it’s not a wall between us. It’s just something I need to learn how to tell you right.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Mina murmured into her shoulder. “You don’t have to rush.”
Lisa smiled. “I know. But I don’t want you sitting in silence wondering if you did something wrong. You didn’t.”
Mina gave her a small nod, and Lisa could feel the tension release under her palm, little by little.
She looked down at the tray on the bed—Mina’s half-eaten breakfast, the tea growing cooler by the minute.
“You want me to warm that up?” Lisa asked, nudging the cup gently.
Mina shook her head. “Just stay like this. Just for a little longer.”
And Lisa did.
She wrapped her arms around her again and leaned back against the headboard, drawing Mina in until they were chest to chest, heartbeats syncing up.
There was still so much left to unpack between them—but not all in one morning. Not all before a car came to take Lisa away.
For now, it was enough that Mina stayed in her arms, quiet but no longer distant. And that Lisa, finally, felt like she could breathe.
Lisa hated leaving like this.
Not because of the car or the schedule waiting for her in Osaka, but because of the way Mina’s eyes lingered on her—quiet, unreadable, lips slightly parted like she wanted to say something more but didn’t.
The goodbye tasted too final, even though they both knew it wasn’t.
Still, when Lisa reached for her, Mina stepped forward without hesitation. The kiss they shared wasn’t rushed. It was long, hot with the ache of time lost and time promised. Mina’s fingers tangled in the fabric of Lisa’s hoodie, grounding her there, refusing to let the moment feel casual.
When they finally broke apart, Mina’s breath was slightly uneven, her lips curved into the kind of smirk that barely masked the softness underneath.
“Promise you’ll come back,” she murmured, eyes dancing between serious and teasing.
Lisa could only blink at her for a beat, stunned and already missing her. “You know I will.”
But she didn’t say it aloud. Not fully. Not with all the things she hadn’t yet figured out how to say.
Instead, she kissed her again—quicker this time, and with that same heat—and turned for the door before she could talk herself out of leaving.
The ride back to Osaka was quiet, the early morning sun casting long, gold lines across the window. Lisa sat back against the seat, arms crossed over her chest, lips still tingling from goodbye. She wasn’t the type to sulk, but the silence pressed in like a weight.
Her phone buzzed.
Alice.
Lisa picked it up on the second ring. ‘Good morning unnie,’
‘You make it into the car okay?’ Alice’s voice was casual, too casual—she knew what she was doing.
‘Unnie, the walk to the car was like 10 feet,’ Lisa murmured, eyes flicking to the road ahead. ‘But–we just left’
There was a pause.
‘Well?’ Alice asked, stretching the word out like taffy. ‘How was it?’
Lisa smiled faintly, tilting her head back against the headrest. ‘It was… good. And way too short’
‘Just good?’
Lisa exhaled. ‘Better than good, I missed them and I wish I could stay longer.’
Another pause.
‘I know, maybe we can find some time when you get back to Korea’ Alice said, knowingly. ‘You coming back in one piece, or do I need to prep a second car and a new excuse?’
Lisa laughed, soft but genuine. ‘Ahhh unnnniiieeee it wasn’t even like that!’
‘I don't know what you kids get up too–and it’s been months since you last saw them–’ Alice’s voice gentled. ‘Ahh unnie!’
‘Okay, I’m down how are you actually?’
Lisa hesitated—not because she didn’t know the answer, but because she wasn’t sure how to say it out loud. ‘Okay–I just hate having to leave her like that’
Alice didn’t say anything for a second. Then: ‘I understand, it never gets easy but the fact that you’re willing to make the time to see them is always accounted for’
Lisa nodded, not trusting her voice.
‘Alright,’ Alice added, tone slipping back into practical mode. ‘Rest if you can. You’ve got rehearsals as soon as you get here’
Lisa groaned. ‘Don’t remind me.’
Alice chuckled. ‘See you soon, superstar.’
‘Okay unnie–thank you again,’ Lisa said, looking out the window again. ‘No worries kid’
She ended the call and let the silence return, her hand still loosely gripping her phone.
The road ahead stretched endlessly, but Lisa already knew—her heart hadn’t stayed in the car.
It was still wrapped up in warm sheets and quiet kisses. Still sitting on that bed with Mina.
Waiting.
The Osaka venue sat like a sleeping giant, empty chairs stretching out like shadows waiting to be filled. Lisa’s car pulled up behind the arena, the morning light still pale against the building’s steel exterior.
To her surprise, they were early.
Actually early.
Lisa stepped out, her duffel bag slung over one shoulder, hoodie bunched up around her forearms. Her eyes still carried the softness of Mina’s apartment, but her body was already shifting into work mode—muscle memory kicking in, feet moving faster than her head.
Alice stood near the back entrance, coffee in one hand and a brown paper bag in the other.
“You beat them,” she said by way of greeting, holding both offerings out like bribes.
Lisa blinked, smiling despite herself. “That’s a first.”
Alice handed her the cup. “You can thank traffic. And also Jisoo insisting they stop to buy ‘performance socks.’ Whatever those are.”
Lisa snorted, sipping the coffee. “You’re a saint.”
“I try.” Alice gestured toward the hall. “Stretching room’s open. Crew’s just setting up lights. You’ve got maybe thirty minutes before the chaos arrives.”
Lisa nodded, already pulling her hair back into a low bun. “Thank you unnie.”
Inside, the air was cool and quiet. She took her time changing, rolling out her neck and shoulders, grateful for the silence. The in-ear monitor pack clicked on with a soft beep as she adjusted it against her back, pulling the wire behind her shirt.
She crouched down, fiddling with the gain level just right when—
“LIIIIIIIISAAAAAAAAYAAAHH!”
Before she could even brace herself, a blur of blonde and denim launched into her side, arms wrapping tightly around her midsection.
Lisa let out a yelp as her balance gave out completely, sending them both crashing to the floor in a tangle of limbs.
“Chaeyoungah!” Lisa groaned, half-laughing, half-winded.
“I missed you!” Rosé said dramatically, head buried in Lisa’s neck like a very needy koala. “You disappeared! We thought you were kidnapped! Jisoo-ni thought you eloped! I just wanted to give you a good old-fashioned tackle.”
Lisa lay there for a moment, laughing breathlessly. “Can I at least get my in-ears set before you kill me?”
From above, Jisoo’s voice rang out. “To be fair, we did consider calling the embassy.”
Jennie stepped in last, slower than the rest, clutching a warm cup of tea like it was armor. “Thank you for answering my call”
Lisa met her eyes briefly. “Of course”
Jennie’s mouth twitched, but she nodded, looking away just as fast. “Glad you’re back.”
Rosé finally peeled herself off of Lisa, helping her up with zero remorse. “Where were you, though? Don’t give us that vague idol mystery excuse. I need details.”
Lisa dusted herself off, adjusting her mic pack again. “You’ll live without them.”
“You’re no fun,” Rosé pouted. “Did you at least have a good time?”
Lisa paused for a split second too long. Jisoo caught it first, raising both eyebrows.
“Oh my god,” she whispered. “Our maknae!”
Rosé gasped like she’d discovered national treasure. “There are some things I don’t need to know about you”
Lisa didn’t say anything—just smirked and turned toward the practice area, her monitor pack blinking quietly behind her.
“YAH!” Rosé shouted, chasing after her. “Get back here! WHO IS IT?!”
Lisa laughed as she jogged ahead, throwing the calmest, most maddening response over her shoulder:
“Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Lisa’s words hung in the air like bait, but rehearsal kicked in before Rosé or Jisoo could chase the answer. Music filled the space, staff shifted around them, and the girls slipped back into their roles—sharp, precise, but laughing in between counts.
It felt different this time. Lighter.
The teasing and side-eyes were still there, but the rhythm—their rhythm—was back. For the first time in a while, it felt like rehearsals weren’t just about perfecting choreography or tightening harmonies. They were moving like they used to: serious when the music played, bursting into laughter the second it stopped.
Rosé tripped over her own mic cable and dissolved into giggles. Jisoo turned one of the warm-up stretches into a dramatic interpretive dance, sending half the staff into chuckles. Even Lisa, usually the one steadying everyone, doubled over laughing when Jennie missed her mark and tried to cover it up with a swagger that fooled absolutely no one.
Jennie felt it most of all.
That sense of normal. The tension that had weighed on her chest for months seemed to slip away with every eight-count. And for a moment, she let herself believe nothing had changed between her and Lisa.
By the time soundcheck wrapped, Jennie was riding that rare high, a soft smile lingering even as she tugged her in-ears out. And before she could overthink it, the words just tumbled out.
“Lisa, want to grab food after this?”
The silence lasted half a beat too long. Jennie’s pulse jumped—her brain catching up, panic curling in her stomach. She hadn’t planned it. She hadn’t thought it through. She just… wanted a little more time with Lisa, like before.
“Uh—” Jennie cleared her throat, forcing a casual shrug. “I mean, you too, Rosé. And Jisoo. Let’s all go. We deserve it.”
She prayed her voice didn’t sound too rushed. Too obvious.
Rosé perked up immediately. “Yes! If there’s food, I’m there.”
“Same,” Jisoo said, already fishing out her phone. “I saw this place nearby with killer ramen reviews. We’re going.”
Lisa just grinned, no suspicion in her eyes, no tension in her shoulders. “I’m down.”
Jennie let out a slow, quiet breath. Thank god.
Nobody seemed to notice the little spike of nerves that had run through her. Nobody saw how tightly she clutched her water bottle for a second longer than necessary.
All they saw was four girls, tired from rehearsal but buzzing with energy, heading out the back door toward lunch—laughing, shoulder-bumping, the way they always used to.
And Jennie told herself that was enough.
The lights dimmed to a softer hue, and the opening notes of Stay rolled across the stadium like a sigh. Rosé began, her voice carrying the melody with that familiar aching clarity. The crowd swayed with her, thousands of light sticks painting the air in soft pinks.
Jennie sat at the far left of the stage, Lisa right beside her, then Rosé, and Jisoo at the end. Rosé sang, eyes closed, letting herself sink into the song, while Jisoo and Jennie both waved to their sides of the crowd.
Lisa, though—Lisa wasn’t singing her part yet, but her lips moved silently with Rosé’s, mouthing every word. There was that old playfulness in her, a little giggle under her breath as she exaggerated the phrasing, her shoulders rocking to the rhythm. Jennie caught it out of the corner of her eye.
And just like that, her chest squeezed.
It felt like her Lisa was back—the one who teased and laughed and lived with this boundless energy that made every space brighter. The one who used to lean on her, who used to be hers.
But she wasn’t hers anymore.
Jennie clapped along with the crowd, smiling outward, but inside the lyrics gnawed at her. The song was always a plea. A wound made into melody. Do you still love me? If you feel the same, don’t leave me today–Don’t ask why it has to be you, just stay with me.
And Jennie knew, deep down, that she was the one who had driven Lisa away. She had hurt her. She had caused the silence between them, the cracks. And yet, sitting here now, listening to the words echo across the stadium, Jennie felt her heart scream the chorus: I don’t expect a lot right now, just stay with me.
When her verse came, she tried to steady herself. But the weight of the lyrics pressed too heavy on her chest.
“In your expressionless face that’s getting more dull, oh-oh…”
Her voice faltered. She tried again, pushing through, but the last line broke in her throat.
“I whisper to the mirror, let’s slowly let this go…”
Her gaze blurred with tears. She couldn’t finish.
Immediately, Lisa noticed. Her head snapped toward her, her lips pulling into a pout as though she could will Jennie’s sadness away. She leaned closer, tilting her head to catch her eye. Jennie tried to shake it off, to mask it with a smile, but Lisa didn’t buy it. Neither did Rosé or Jisoo—both of whom were stealing glances between lines, sensing the shift.
The crowd picked it up instead, tens of thousands of voices rising to carry the melody that Jennie had dropped. The sound was overwhelming, beautiful, and cruel all at once.
Lisa’s eyes shimmered, her own tears threatening. She looked up quickly, forcing them back, lips pressed tight to keep from trembling. But Jennie saw. She always saw.
When Jisoo’s verse came, Jennie covered her face with her hand, trying to steady herself. Lisa shifted closer, her knee bumping against hers, her hand hovering as if she wanted to reach out again.
Jennie shook her head, just slightly, overwhelmed.
The song pressed on. Jisoo sang the chorus, her voice unwavering, the fans echoing her every word. Jennie lowered her hand, her cheeks damp, forcing herself to breathe.
By the bridge, she found her courage. The tears still clung, but her voice returned, soft and raw, the kind of singing that came straight from the crack in her chest. Lisa stayed right there beside her, quiet, grounding, even if she didn’t touch her again.
When the song ended, the crowd erupted, chanting, singing, refusing to let the moment go.
When the song ended, the crowd erupted, chanting, singing, refusing to let the moment go.
Jennie was the first to move, the first to cut through the charged silence. She stepped forward with the mic in hand, her voice bright, practiced, but just a little too quick.
“Osaka,” she called, breathless, “we have one more for you tonight!”
The fans screamed, the venue rattling like it might split apart. Jennie pushed forward, steady even as her chest heaved. “Sing it with us, dance with us… let’s make this one unforgettable. ‘As If It’s Your Last’!”
The others glanced at one another—Jisoo with her arched brow, Rosé with a small shake of her head, Lisa with that tilted look like she could read Jennie better than anyone—but no one stopped her. They moved in sync, slipping back into formation as if it had always been planned this way.
And suddenly the stage was alive again.
The bass hit, and the crowd screamed louder than before. Confetti rained like sparks, the fans jumped in waves, and every word poured out of the girls as if their lungs had no limits. It was reckless, wild, electric—the way an ending should be.
Jennie threw herself into it, almost too much. Every lyric, every note carried a charge, her voice sharper, her movements faster, her smile wider. She wanted the music to swallow her whole, to drown out the ache still clinging to her ribs from the song before.
Because this was easier. Pretending. Acting like the stage lights could burn away everything messy and real.
Beside her, Lisa danced with that magnetic joy that always made the audience scream louder. She wasn’t even trying, but her energy was contagious, lifting the others with her. Jennie caught flashes of it from the corner of her eye, and each time it pulled at something deep inside her, something she couldn’t quite smother.
The final chorus rose, the stage shaking with thousands of voices screaming along. Their bodies ached, their throats burned, sweat streaked their temples—but none of it mattered. They gave everything. Because this was the last night. Because after this, there would be silence.
When the final note hit, the stage went dark for a breath. Then the lights came back, blinding and golden, and the girls stumbled forward, arms linking like muscle memory.
They bowed together. Breathless. Gleaming. Their smiles fragile but real.
Jennie wiped her face quickly, turning the gesture into laughter. The crowd roared louder, mistaking her tears for the high of the moment. She wanted it to stay that way—surface-level, clean, safe.
But then she looked left.
Lisa was leaning toward the barricade, grinning at a fan. She laughed at something shouted, her eyes curved like crescents, joy spilling out of her so naturally it nearly hurt to look at. Her whole face was lit up, bright and alive in a way that no spotlight could ever fake.
And Jennie’s chest ached.
She smiled too, for the crowd, for the cameras. But her eyes lingered, caught. Watching. Memorizing. Because what else could she do?
For months, Jennie had told herself she could move on. That she could push through. That friendship was enough. But standing there, watching Lisa shine, she knew she’d been lying.
The truth was raw, undeniable.
Even as the arena roared around her, even as confetti fell like snow and thousands of voices shouted their names, Jennie felt it: that tug. Relentless. Cruel.
The kind of love that refused to let her go.
And when Lisa finally turned her head, meeting her gaze for the briefest second, Jennie smiled wider than she meant to. But behind it, her heart whispered the plea she could never say aloud:
Stay.
The lights dimmed just enough for the final bow to sink in, and instinct took over. Lisa reached out first, looping her arm around Rosé’s waist, Jisoo pressed in from the other side, and in seconds they were tangled together, four bodies pulled into one.
The iconic group hug.
The crowd went wild—cheers, chants, screams so loud they rattled the rafters. Phones lit up like stars, recording the moment.
Lisa buried her face into Rosé’s shoulder, laughing breathlessly, her body shaking with the release of months of work, sweat, and sleepless nights. “We did it,” she gasped, muffled but clear enough to make Rosé giggle.
Rosé tightened her arms around them, her voice trembling with joy. “Our first world tour. We actually finished it.”
Jisoo’s laughter rang out, deep and rich. “And we didn’t kill each other in the process,” she teased, her words pulling another wave of laughter from the others. She squeezed them tighter, as if she could bottle up this exact second and keep it forever.
For Lisa, Rosé, and Jisoo, it was pure triumph. A victory lap in the form of a hug. Months of exhaustion, airports, arenas, and aching limbs suddenly felt worth it. They had made it. Together.
And Jennie—
Jennie smiled too. Wide and dazzling, the kind that melted lenses and lit up jumbotrons. She laughed on cue, leaned in close, let herself be swallowed by her members’ warmth. To the fans, to the cameras, it looked perfect.
But her eyes…
Her eyes lingered. Just a second too long.
On Lisa. On the curve of her grin, the flush in her cheeks, the way she clung to the others like her whole heart was here and nowhere else.
Jennie memorized it, as if she could stitch the image into her ribs. Because she knew—painfully—that she had no right to hold on anymore.
Jennie held onto the moment instead like she could brand it into her bones, memorizing every line of Lisa’s smile, every spark in her eyes. She wanted to keep it—selfishly, desperately—even though she knew she’d lost the right to.
The arena roared, confetti swirled down like snow, and still, the pull was there. That stubborn, merciless tug in her chest.
Love that didn’t fade. Love that refused to let her go.
So Jennie laughed louder, clung tighter, grinned as if she were weightless. She played her part to perfection.
And beneath the lights, behind the dazzle, the truth pressed in—an ache she carried quietly, thin as glass. Whole enough to stand, fragile enough to break.
The restaurant belonged to them tonight. They’d taken over the whole place, staff and crew spilling across every table, the air thick with the sound of plates clattering, glasses toasting, and bursts of laughter so loud it carried all the way out to the street. The four of them sat tucked in their own corner, away from the chaos yet still wrapped in it, a bubble of familiarity that had been years in the making.
Lisa and Jennie shared the bench side of the table, shoulders pressed together like it was the most natural thing in the world. Across from them, Rosé and Jisoo sat side by side, each already leaning halfway across the table, animated and loud with their storytelling.
They were three bottles of sake in, and it showed. Rosé was flushed pink, her laugh high and unrestrained. Jisoo had gone glassy-eyed but sharp-tongued, her quips hitting harder the tipsier she got. Lisa, ever the lightweight, was buzzing but steady, and Jennie was right at that sweet spot—warm, loose, her smile stretched wide without hesitation.
Rosé smacked the table with her palm. “No, no, you don’t understand! I really thought my mic was going to fly into the crowd. Can you imagine if it smacked someone in the face?”
Lisa leaned forward, snorting into her glass. “You did almost chuck it into the pit! The way you looked at it, like it betrayed you—oh my God.”
Jisoo threw her head back, laughing so hard she nearly toppled. “The betrayal of the century! Blackpink versus the microphone—Rosé loses in the first round!”
Rosé groaned, hiding her face in her hands but peeking up through her fingers. “You guys are the worst. The worst.”
Jennie, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes, leaned into Lisa, her shoulder shaking with laughter. “Chaeng, I swear, you make even disasters adorable. That’s your superpower.”
Lisa raised her glass toward Rosé, grinning. “To Rosé—may every mistake become a fan cam.”
They all clinked glasses, sloppily, spilling a little sake onto the table before bursting into another fit of laughter.
The night unspooled easily from there. Jisoo recounted a moment from soundcheck where she’d sung a completely wrong verse and the staff had stared at her like she’d committed a crime. Rosé argued back about how she’d saved a dance break when the lights glitched. Lisa mimed the whole thing out, nearly falling off the bench, while Jennie doubled over, gasping for breath.
“Honestly,” Jisoo said between sips, “I think the chaos is half our charm. The fans don’t even notice half the time. They just think it’s part of the show.”
Lisa grinned. “Or they do notice and love us more for it. We’re like… professional clowns.”
“You’re the clown,” Jennie teased, nudging her with her elbow.
Lisa gasped, hand over her chest. “Excuse me? I bring energy!”
“And chaos,” Rosé added.
“And heart,” Jisoo finished, softer this time, her smile curving warmly at Lisa.
That quieted them for a moment, but not in a heavy way. Just long enough to let it sink in. They clinked glasses again, this one slower, more deliberate.
Jennie swallowed the lump in her throat, covering it with a dazzling grin. She leaned back, looking at them all—their flushed cheeks, the way Rosé was curled against Jisoo’s shoulder, the way Lisa’s eyes shone brighter than the dim lights above them. It felt like old times. Like something she’d worried they’d lost forever.
Rosé was rambling again, halfway through a story about one of the stylists tripping over a light cable, complete with sound effects. Jisoo nearly spit her drink out laughing, and Lisa was doubled over, clutching her stomach.
Jennie laughed too, but her eyes slipped sideways—and lingered. Too long. Lisa’s face lit up in that unguarded way Jennie used to know better than anyone, and the sight tugged at something raw inside her.
Then Lisa turned, catching her.
Jennie snapped her gaze down, fumbling with her chopsticks like they were suddenly fascinating. Her cheeks warmed, and she forced a tiny laugh at nothing.
Lisa leaned closer, voice just for her. “Everything okay?”
Jennie nodded, quick. “Yeah. Totally.”
Lisa searched her face for a beat. Then, quieter: “You sure? You went quiet on me.”
Jennie’s throat tightened. She wanted to say I miss you. I don’t know how to stop. But instead she managed, soft and steady, “I’m fine. Just… glad we’re all sitting here like this again.”
Lisa smiled, gentle but almost teasing. “You know, I was actually happy you called me the other night. Didn’t expect it.”
Jennie froze for a half-second. “Oh.” She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, forcing a little grin. “Yeah, well… someone had to check in on you. I got tired of letting those two scheme about it.” She flicked her chin toward Jisoo and Rosé, who were too wrapped up in their story to notice.
Lisa chuckled, shaking her head. “Sounds like them.” She gave Jennie’s shoulder a quick nudge. “Still. It meant a lot.”
Jennie swallowed, her smile holding, though her chest ached. To Lisa, it was nothing more than a kind gesture. To Jennie, it had been everything.
The night could’ve ended there. It probably should have—quiet goodbyes, hotel rooms, the slow unravel of exhaustion after weeks on the road. But Rosé and Jisoo had other plans. Somehow, in the way only they could, the two of them managed to stir the managers, the staff, everyone, into keeping the celebration alive.
Which is how they all ended up at a karaoke bar, the kind with flickering neon lights and a machine that looked like it hadn’t been updated since the early 2000s. The whole place buzzed with warmth, laughter spilling out of every booth, sake pouring faster than anyone could keep track of.
Jennie let herself get pulled along, the tug of Rosé’s hand and Jisoo’s teasing too relentless to fight. And maybe—just maybe—that was a good thing.
The karaoke bar was chaotic in the best way. Their team had taken over every booth, food trays stacked high and sake bottles emptied faster than the staff could bring them in. Music pulsed through the walls—shaky mic feedback, off-key harmonies, and laughter that drowned out everything else.
They started with their own songs, of course. Out of pure mischief, Rosé queued Playing with Fire, forcing Jisoo to rap Jennie’s part while Lisa and Jennie’s dramatically fanned themselves with napkins like stage props. By the second verse, they’d already switched parts, Lisa delivering Rosé’s high notes with exaggerated gestures while Rosé rapped in her best imitation of Lisa’s rap. Everyone was doubled over, tears streaming from laughing too hard.
From there, the setlist spiraled. Big Bang’s Bang Bang Bang had half the room jumping on couches like teenagers, while BTS’s Fire turned into a full-out dance-off between Rosé and Lisa, both of them nearly tripping over their sneakers. Jisoo, dead serious, performed Seventeen’s Very Nice with the kind of dedication that made even the staff clap along. By the time they hit Red Velvet’s Red Flavor, Jennie was gasping for air from laughing so much, watching Jisoo hold the mic upside down and Lisa pretending to take a bite out of an apple from the fruit tray.
The next song started before any of them had a chance to check what queued up.
Hey boy, look, I’m gonna make this simple for you…
Rosé shrieked, “Yes or Yes!” and immediately started bouncing like she was on stage again. Jisoo doubled over laughing, already pointing to the screen as the intro rolled.
Jennie was smiling too, ready to jump in—until she caught the way Lisa reacted.
It wasn’t huge. Lisa didn’t scream or leap off the couch. But her whole face lit up in this way that didn’t belong to karaoke silliness. It was too sharp, too real. Her fingers tightened around the mic, and before anyone else could claim the part, she leaned in with a grin and picked it up herself.
Her voice wrapped around the lines with a mix of playfulness and care, swaying to the beat, laughing at Rosé’s dance moves. To anyone else, it probably looked like Lisa was just caught up in the fun. But Jennie knew better. The excitement in her voice, the way her eyes kept darting to the screen whenever Mina’s face flashed—it gave her away.
Jennie tried to laugh it off, tried to sing along when the chorus hit, but the sound stuck in her throat. She swayed with Jisoo, clapped with the beat, but her chest ached with every line Lisa delivered like she meant it.
By the bridge, it didn’t feel like a Twice song anymore. It felt like a love letter Lisa couldn’t help but let slip, drunk and unguarded, her smile too soft to be mistaken for anything else.
Jennie’s hand tightened around her mic, the room spinning with laughter and music. She didn’t need anyone to say it. She didn’t need Lisa to confirm.
The truth was right there—in her eyes, in her smile, in the way she sang Mina’s part like she’d been waiting for it all night.
The transition into the next song was seamless—someone had queued up 2NE1, and the room exploded all over again. Rosé was screaming the rap part before it even hit, Lisa had grabbed another mic to double her lines, and the managers were laughing, waving their arms like it was their own encore.
Jennie laughed, too—or at least she tried. She let herself fall back on the couch, mic resting in her lap. To anyone watching, it might’ve looked like she was catching her breath, pacing herself after all the chaos. But Jisoo noticed the way her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. How her gaze drifted toward the floor, not the screen. How quiet she suddenly was.
While the others screamed into the chorus, Jisoo slipped away from the crowd, plopping down beside her. She leaned back against the couch, close but not crowding her. For a moment, she didn’t say anything at all, just letting the noise of their friends cover the silence between them.
“You went quiet fast,” Jisoo finally murmured, her voice just loud enough to be heard over the music.
Jennie glanced at her, caught off guard. “I’m fine,” she said quickly, too quickly. She even tried to add a smile, like proof.
Jisoo tilted her head, unimpressed. “Mm. That’s your fake smile,” she said simply, eyes still on the stage where Lisa and Rosé were practically tripping over each other for the mic.
Jennie looked away, swallowing hard. Her fingers tightened around the microphone in her lap. “I just… needed a break,” she muttered.
But Jisoo wasn’t letting her slip out that easy. She leaned in a little, softer this time. “WahT happened?”
Jennie froze, her throat going dry. She didn’t answer, not right away. She could feel Jisoo’s gaze on her—steady, knowing, the kind that didn’t need explanations.
Finally, Jennie exhaled a laugh that cracked at the edges. “You really don’t miss a thing, do you?”
“Nope,” Jisoo said easily, though her tone was warm, not teasing. “That’s why I’m sitting here and not pretending I know all of CL’s lines.”
Jennie’s eyes stung, and she blinked fast, forcing another laugh, one that didn’t quite land. She wanted to say yes, it was the song. Yes, it was Lisa. Yes, it was Mina. But the words caught in her throat like glass.
Jennie’s eyes were on the floor when she finally whispered it.
“It’s her.”
Jisoo turned her head slowly, like her brain needed a second to catch up. “Her who?” she asked, too loud for a secret. Jennie shushed her quickly, swatting at her arm.
“Shhh,” Jennie hissed, glancing at the table where Lisa and Rosé were fighting over the mic, shrieking the chorus of I Am the Best. The managers were clapping and hollering like fans at a college festival, oblivious.
Jisoo blinked at Jennie, her expression unfocused but earnest. “Who’s her?” she whispered again, though her volume control wasn’t much better.
Jennie sighed, long and heavy. She didn’t want to say it. Saying it made it real. Saying it put her heartbreak into the air, made it something she couldn’t stuff down anymore. She twisted her fingers in her lap, swallowed, and forced it out.
“Mina.”
For a second, Jisoo just stared at her, as though the name floated in the air like a lyric she hadn’t quite caught. Then, with all the gravity in the world, she reached for a half-empty glass of water, drank it in three gulps, and slammed it back down on the table.
“Mina… from TWICE?” Jisoo finally muttered, eyebrows rising in a slow arch.
Jennie closed her eyes, pressing her lips together. “Don’t make me repeat it.”
Jisoo leaned back, shaking her head like she was trying to rattle the alcohol loose from her skull. She squinted, replaying the last song in her head, the way Lisa had all but glowed when Mina’s part came up. “Ohhh,” she said finally, the sound dragging out like a lightbulb turning on.
Jennie groaned, burying her face in her hands. “God, this is humiliating.”
Jisoo blinked again, then leaned closer, her words dropping into a conspiratorial whisper. “So… all that back in Hawaii, and then…” She trailed off, waving her hand vaguely in Lisa’s direction. “It’s… Mina.”
Jennie gave her a flat look, equal parts exhausted and heartbroken. “Yes, unnie. Congratulations. You’ve solved the case.”
Jisoo bit back a giggle, though her tipsy state didn’t help. “I just… I mean, Mina. Wow. She’s like…”
Jennie groaned again, this time into her hands. “You’re not helping.”
For a beat, the two of them just sat in it—Jennie with her heart in her throat, Jisoo trying her best to be coherent but wobbling between sympathy and inebriated commentary. Then the chorus of I Am the Best roared across the room again, and Lisa screamed into the mic with so much energy that the entire bar shook.
Jennie cracked the smallest laugh, even through the ache in her chest. “How am I supposed to compete with that?”
It was light on the surface, something tossed out to pass as a joke, but her voice betrayed her—soft, frayed at the edges, breaking just enough to reveal where it hurt.
Jisoo blinked at her, the sound cutting through the haze of alcohol that had wrapped around her head all night. She frowned, the crease between her brows deeper than usual, and reached across the low table. Her hand closed clumsily around one of the many water bottles left sweating on the surface, forgotten between shots of sake. She twisted the cap with exaggerated care, like she needed the distraction, then lifted it to her lips.
A long drink. A pause. As if water could wash the heaviness out of the air.
“Okay,” she said at last, setting the bottle down with a dull thud. She pointed a finger at Jennie, wobbly but deliberate, her eyes locking onto hers. “You have to remember something first—” She hiccuped, grimaced, then pushed through. “I am very drunk right now.”
Jennie’s lips curved into the faintest wry smile, though her chest felt too tight to hold it for long. “I noticed.”
Jisoo nodded solemnly, as though Jennie had just confirmed something grave. Then she leaned in closer, her shoulder brushing Jennie’s. Her voice softened, dropped low so it wouldn’t carry past their little corner of the couch.
“But,” she murmured, “there’s no competing. Not with her.”
Her hand flicked vaguely toward the front of the room where Lisa and Rosé were stumbling through a high note together, Lisa’s laughter spilling over everything, bright and contagious. Jisoo’s own laugh had been part of that chaos just minutes ago, but now it caught in her throat.
“It’s… clear,” she continued. “The way Lisa looks at her, the way she—”
And then she froze.
The words jammed suddenly, like her tongue had tripped on something her brain hadn’t meant to find. A memory flashed sharp behind her eyes, jagged even through the haze of alcohol: a quiet night months ago, a hushed voice, Nayeon’s hesitant confession about Mina, about feelings Jisoo hadn’t known what to do with. And now—Lisa, Mina, Jennie beside her, breaking quietly at the seams.
“Oh, fuck,” Jisoo muttered, too low, too reflexive. Not meant for Jennie’s ears. Her whole body went still, as though she could press the memory back into the dark where it belonged.
Jennie tilted her head, catching the slip anyway. “What?”
“Nothing,” Jisoo shot back too fast, her voice a touch too sharp. She grabbed the bottle again, forcing down another swig of water like it could dissolve what had surfaced. Her throat bobbed as she swallowed, her free hand pressing briefly to her temple as though she could physically shove the thought away.
She steadied herself with a slow exhale. Her tone softened again, the eldest returning, older-sister steady despite the chaos in her own head. “Listen, Jennie-ya.”
Jennie’s eyes didn’t leave her, dark and searching.
“You can’t think of it like a fight,” Jisoo said carefully, deliberately, choosing words like stepping stones. “You can’t keep measuring yourself against someone she’s already chosen. That’s not love—it’s torture.”
Jennie didn’t move, didn’t breathe for a moment, the words sitting heavy in her chest.
“I know it hurts,” Jisoo went on, her hand finding Jennie’s on the couch cushion between them. Warm. Solid. Shaking only faintly from drink. “But if you meant it, all those times you said you loved her… then the only thing left—the only thing you can do—is be happy that she’s happy. Even if it’s not with you.”
Jennie’s throat tightened, her eyes flicking toward the stage. Toward Lisa. Toward the way her laugh still rang bright, unbothered, lighting up a room that had always been hers to command.
Her chest ached so hard she thought it might split.
Jisoo squeezed her hand once, firm but fleeting, then pulled back, letting the contact dissolve into the noise. She didn’t press, didn’t pry. Just anchored herself beside Jennie, letting the chaos of karaoke—Rosé shrieking, managers cheering—fill the gaps between them.
Jennie’s voice was barely audible when it finally came, raw enough to slice through anyway. “It already hurts.”
Jisoo closed her eyes, just for a moment. She let the weight of it settle, heavy as a stone in her chest. She thought of Nayeon’s voice that night, quiet and trembling with truths Jisoo hadn’t asked for, and she felt the world tangle further, crueler, than she’d ever imagined.
When she opened her eyes again, she was steady. The eldest. The one who held the line.
“I know, Jennie-ya,” she said softly. “I know.”
Jennie sat in the quiet of her words, chest tight, trying not to let the tears sting too visibly under the dim karaoke lights. But before the heaviness could root itself any deeper, the door burst open again—Lisa and Rosé practically tripping over each other, flushed red from drink and the adrenaline of screaming through I Am the Best.
“Unnies! You’re sitting?” Rosé slurred with mock offense, hair sticking to her temples, voice pitched high with laughter. “You don’t get to sit! Not after that!”
Lisa, not nearly as composed, stumbled toward them, still clutching a mic in one hand, her other hand reaching down to tug at Jennie’s arm. “Unnie, you think you can hide during 2NE1? No way. Come on, no excuses!” Her words tangled together, her accent slipping heavier with the alcohol, but her smile was impossible to resist—wide and bright, like nothing had changed.
Jennie opened her mouth to protest, but the unmistakable synth opening of I Don’t Care filled the room. The managers cheered, already swaying in their seats. Rosé shrieked, “We need our CL!” as if the room didn’t already know.
Lisa didn’t even let Jennie breathe. She shoved the mic into her hand, eyes gleaming, and leaned close enough for Jennie to feel the warmth of her breath. “We practiced this one a thousand times, unnie. Don’t even try to tell me you forgot.”
Jennie’s heart lurched. The memory of those trainee nights—tiny rooms, sore throats, laughing until dawn even when their futures felt uncertain—flooded back in a wave so sharp it almost undid her. She sighed, staring at the glowing lyrics on the screen, then reached blindly for a shot glass from the table. One of the managers had lined them up, forgotten in the chaos. She downed it quickly, wincing, muttering, “Sorry, morphing into CL sunbaenim now,” like a prayer and an apology all at once.
Then, right as Bom’s part scrolled across the monitor, Jennie lifted the mic to her lips and sang.
The room erupted—Rosé screaming encouragement, Jisoo smacking the tambourine completely out of rhythm, Lisa jumping up beside her to harmonize like it was still 2012 and they were nothing but kids with dreams bigger than their voices.
Jennie’s voice wavered at first, but then it steadied, pulled along by the sheer familiarity of the song. And Lisa, drunk but steady in all the ways that mattered, leaned in shoulder to shoulder, grinning like she was home.
Jennie felt her chest ache again—but this time, she let the music carry her.
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Chapter 37: then you're drivin' me home
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The return home carried a different weight this time. The girls had done what they once thought impossible: they’d finished their first official world tour. City after city, stage after stage, they had given every last piece of themselves to crowds that sang their words back louder than they could have imagined. And though exhaustion ran deep in their bones, they came back to Korea lighter, freer—like they’d survived something that would define them forever.
For the first time in years, their schedules loosened. A holiday break, small but precious, stretched before them. And so, they scattered—each to the places that had shaped them long before the fame.
Lisa returned to Thailand, the place where her heart always softened the second her plane touched down. Home wrapped around her in familiar scents and sounds: her mother’s cooking, her father’s teasing jokes, the neighborhood voices calling out her name. She walked through old streets where she’d once practiced dance moves until her sneakers tore, now greeted as someone who had left and come back with the world at her feet. But for Lisa, the true warmth came in the quiet moments—sitting across from her parents at dinner, laughing until her cheeks hurt, leaning her head against her mother’s shoulder in the mornings like she had when she was a girl.
And there was something else, too. Something new. Her phone buzzing late into the night with messages, calls, the sound of Mina’s voice. They spoke until sunrise sometimes, the hours melting away with easy laughter and unspoken affection. For once, Lisa wasn’t weighed down by fractured friendships or uncertainty. She was steady. Balanced. In love. And with the group finally back on good terms, her chest felt unburdened for the first time in what felt like forever. The new year stretched before her like a promise—one she couldn’t wait to keep. Dance had always been her anchor, her passion, and now she dreamed of using it to help others find themselves, the way she once had.
Rosé and Jisoo stayed close to home, back in Korea. Rosé slipped into her family’s orbit with ease—her mother’s gentle care, her father’s quiet pride, her sister’s teasing banter filling her days with the kind of love she had missed. She caught up with friends she hadn’t seen in years, laughing over coffee and late-night dinners, the kind of simple joys that fame often stole from her. Jisoo did much the same in her own way. She spent afternoons with cousins, evenings with childhood friends, letting herself be ordinary again if only for a little while. For them both, it was a grounding reset—a reminder of where they came from, who they were before the spotlight.
Jennie, though, couldn’t breathe in the dorm anymore. Every wall whispered Lisa’s name, every room replayed memories she couldn’t silence. It had become unbearable—like living inside a wound that refused to close. So, she made the decision she had been circling for months. Quietly, decisively, she moved out. She packed her things, left her room behind, and signed the lease on her own apartment. To her, it wasn’t just moving—it was severing. It was choosing to let the dorm hold the memories, the best and the worst, so she could stop reopening them every time she walked through the door.
From there, she took her mother by the hand and boarded a plane to Europe. Paris, Milan, Vienna, Prague—their holiday blurred into cities draped in winter light. They stayed in small Airbnbs, wandering cobblestone streets, wrapped in scarves and anonymity. Some days Jennie found joy—laughing at her mother’s insistence on trying every pastry, marveling at the beauty of a painting, sipping wine in a quiet café. But many days were heavy. Jennie would retreat into silence, moping by the window as snow fell, or wandering the streets alone, lost in thought. Her mother, ever patient, nudged her gently back into the world whenever she could. It wasn’t perfect. Some days felt endless. But it was something.
And by the time Jennie boarded her return flight to Seoul, she felt… different. Not healed. Not whole. But refreshed. The ache in her chest still lingered, but the sharp edges had dulled. She was ready again—for the studio, for the stage, for the comeback. Ready to start something new, even if part of her was still stitched into the past.
The weeks passed quickly. Holidays ended. Suitcases were unpacked, and phones buzzed with schedules again. Slowly, their separate worlds folded back into one.
It was time.
Time for the four of them to reunite, to sit across from one another in meeting rooms, to laugh in practice studios, to share microphones and secrets again. Time to remind themselves, and the world, that they were BLACKPINK.
And this time, with the holiday behind them and the future stretching wide, the momentum was theirs for the taking.
The conference room was too big, too cold, until the four of them filled it with noise.
Lisa had barely dragged her suitcase through the door before Rosé launched herself across the room, squealing, “Lalisaaaa!” and practically knocking the wind out of her. Jisoo followed, smiling so wide it softened all the weeks apart. Jennie trailed in last, quiet but glowing in her long coat, scarf slipping loose as her eyes swept over them.
They had all changed in their time away, but together they snapped right back into rhythm.
And, as always, before the work came the ritual: gifts.
Lisa set her bag on the table, already buzzing. “Okay, okay, I went a little overboard,” she laughed, pulling out carefully wrapped packages. For Rosé, a vintage vinyl she’d tracked down in Bangkok—a copy of a folk singer they’d listened to on long trainee nights. For Jisoo, a tiny carved wooden camera she’d found at a market. “So you don’t forget your other job,” Lisa teased, pressing it into her hand. And for Jennie—a silk scarf, black with delicate gold threading. “It reminded me of you,” Lisa said simply.
Jennie blinked at it for a beat too long, before folding it carefully over her wrist.
Rosé went next, cheeks flushed with excitement. “I didn’t just stay in Seoul,” she grinned, reaching into her tote. “I went down to Jeju with my family for a few days.” She handed Jisoo a jar of homemade tangerine marmalade, her favorite. Lisa got a small pouch of polished stones from the beach—“For your dance studio. For good energy.” And for Jennie, a necklace strung with a single pearl. “It’s not fancy,” she said, a little shy, “but I thought of you right away.”
Jennie squeezed her hand in thanks, her eyes soft.
Jisoo, who’d kept the quietest, finally spoke. “I didn’t leave Seoul, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t think of you.” She opened her bag and pulled out Polaroids, each one slipped into an envelope. Late-night coffee shops, neon-lit streets, their old practice building at dawn. She slid them across the table. “So you don’t forget what home looks like.”
Lisa’s laugh bubbled out, bright and unguarded, as she thumbed through her stack. Rosé clutched hers to her chest. Jennie’s fingers lingered on her own, tracing the outline of a photo of their dorm building lit by a pale winter sun.
Finally, Jennie set her box on the table. Europe was still in her, clinging like perfume, and so were the gifts she’d brought. For Rosé, a leather-bound notebook from Florence, embossed with gold stars. For Jisoo, a fountain pen from Vienna—smooth, elegant, heavy in the hand. “Because you’re always doodling, unnie.”
And then she turned to Lisa. A small, simple keychain: an Eiffel Tower, polished silver. She hesitated, then placed it in Lisa’s palm. “For the next time we go together.”
It hung between them, weightless and heavy all at once.
The room quieted for a beat, but not awkwardly. Just long enough to let it sink in—that even apart, they’d been thinking of each other. That they still belonged.
And then the door opened, and the executives streamed in. The girls straightened, souvenirs tucked into bags and pockets, but the warmth lingered, buzzing under their skin.
The conference room shifted from laughter to business. Folders were set on the table, schedules projected on the wall. Six months of their lives mapped out in neat columns and time blocks—relentless, glittering, terrifying.
“Starting tomorrow,” one of the producers began, “we begin rehearsals for How You Like That. You’ll spend three full days tightening choreography. At the end of the week—Friday—you’ll be on set filming the music video.”
Lisa’s eyes darted to the others, a smile tugging at her lips. The thrill of a new era, the kind of high only comeback season could deliver, was already racing through her veins.
“Next week,” another exec continued, “you’ll be filming the prologue for 24/365 with BLACKPINK.” A reality series. Cameras back in their faces, catching them in candid moments. The room hummed with nervous energy, but there was excitement too—they’d fought for more involvement, more honesty in how they were portrayed. Now, it was happening.
After that, the schedule tightened even further: studio sessions to polish lingering vocal layers, re-record lines that hadn’t landed, finalize the album’s mixes. Styling consultations. Endless fittings. Photoshoots for teasers.
By late June, the single would drop—How You Like That. The release meant no sleep, no pause: promotions lined up across Inkigayo, radio shows, online stages, interviews, livestreams, Q&As with fans. Every day packed, every hour accounted for.
“And then,” the creative director said, sliding another document forward, “we have the collaboration with Selena Gomez. Filming begins middle of the summer.”
That one landed like a spark—Rosé’s head snapped toward Lisa, Jisoo blinked fast, Jennie’s lips parted in surprise. The weight of it hit them all at once. Another global step. Another impossible goal somehow made real.
The final slide clicked on the projector: tonight’s date, bolded.
“Before all of that,” YG himself said, voice calm but charged, “you’ll go live now. Surprise your fans. Let them feel your energy before this era begins.”
Silence, just for a beat. And then, four smiles.
They had been apart. They had been bruised. They had been tired. But right here, with the future pressing in, they felt whole again.
The executives filed out, leaving the girls alone with their folders and their nerves. Jisoo exhaled loudly, flopping back in her chair. “Six months of chaos,” she muttered.
“Six months of us,” Rosé corrected, her grin quick and bright.
Lisa leaned forward, eyes sparkling, the thrill of dance and performance already buzzing in her fingertips. “It’s going to be insane,” she said. “But… I’m ready.”
Jennie, quiet for a moment, let her hand slip into her pocket. Her fingers curled around the Eiffel Tower keychain she hadn’t let go of since Paris. It grounded her. Reminded her.
She looked at her members—her family—and let herself smile.
“Let’s give them something they’ll never forget.”
The girls huddled tighter around Jisoo’s phone, the screen angled toward them as she hit the go live button. Within seconds, the numbers in the corner skyrocketed—ten thousand, twenty thousand, then climbing faster, the comments a blur of hearts and screaming emojis.
Jennie lifted her hand in a small wave, her smile shy but polished. Lisa leaned in immediately, chin nearly on Jennie’s shoulder. “Annyeong, Blinks!” she shouted, grinning so wide her dimples dug deep.
The flood doubled.
제니 언니, 정말 예뻐! <3
LALISA IS BACK 😭😭😭
컴백할 때가 된 걸까?
OT4 ENERGY 🔥🔥🔥
채영!! 정말 예뻐!
JENLISA SKINSHIP WHAT IS HAPPENING
지수 사랑해 <3 !
My Chaesoo heart
I’m literally in the middle of class but so worth it
Rosé nudged Jisoo out of the way, giggling. “We missed you guys so much.”
Jisoo rolled her eyes, deadpan into the camera. “She’s lying. She didn’t miss anyone.”
Lisa cackled, falling halfway into Jennie, who steadied her without thinking. The motion was unconscious, practiced—a body memory. Jennie’s hand lingered a second too long on Lisa’s wrist before she let go.
The comments exploded again.
JENLISA REAL.
HER HAND. SHE’S STILL HOLDING HER HAND.
Jennie unnie smiling like a girlfriend 😭😭😭
Jennie’s throat tightened, but she laughed anyway, tossing her hair like it was nothing. Lisa leaned in closer, murmuring something only she could hear. Jennie shook her head, but her smile betrayed her, soft and secret.
The camera caught it all.
Across Seoul, lunch bowls were spread across the table, half-eaten, chopsticks clinking lazily. TWICE had gathered, the comfort of finally being home together filling the room like a blanket.
“BLACKPINK’s live how exciting!” Jihyo said suddenly, unlocking her phone. She tapped it open, set it on the table between kimchi and soup. “Might as well see what they’re teasing.”
The girls leaned in, crowding shoulder to shoulder.
Onscreen, BLACKPINK glowed. The four of them squeezed close, laughter so easy it looked rehearsed. Lisa practically draped over Jennie now, her arm brushing against her thigh. Jennie didn’t move away. Instead, she leaned back a little, shoulder tucked into Lisa’s chest like it belonged there.
Sana whistled low. “I haven’t seen them like this in a while–”
“They look good though,” Dahyun said, softer.
Mina sat still, chopsticks poised above her rice. She told herself she was just watching. Just another fan, just another idol checking in. Her heart fluttered at the sight of her girlfriend, she looks so happy. She thought to herself.
Lisa laughed into Jennie’s ear, when Jennie tilted her head toward her like the sound belonged there.
Then, Nayeon’s voice, barely above a murmur, slipped out: “I’m glad they worked things out.”
Her spoon clinked against the bowl as she set it down. She hadn’t meant it to be heard, just a thought spoken into steam. But it landed.
Mina’s head slowly snapped toward her, eyes narrowing, her voice thin but sharp. “What do you mean, worked things out?”
The air in the room shifted. Silence pulled taut.
Nayeon blinked, heart jolting. “I just—just meant they look… you know, like—”
“Why are you sweating?” Jeongyeon teased, easing the tension unconsciously.
But Nayeon continues to scramble, “Unnie are you okay?” Momo asked. Trying to get her attention, she clears her throat “Yeah just–you know how things get in grou–they were really distant with each other haven’t you guys noticed their clips?”
The girls exchange looks and for a moment Mina almost bought the explanation but the way that Nayeon. It’s as if she’s confessing to her.
“Are you lying right now?” Dahyun teased along hoping that she would read into the joke.
“We can all tell.” Tzuyu adds half kidding. Her voice cut clean, steady as a knife. Her gaze locked on Nayeon’s, unflinching.
Around the table, the girls stiffened. Sana’s brows drew together, Chaeyoung’s lips pressed tight. But Mina—Mina didn’t move, didn’t blink. Only her grip on her chopsticks tightened until her knuckles paled.
Nayeon’s chest squeezed. She looked at Mina, at the flicker of hurt in her eyes, and panic surged. And slowly but surely Nayeon connected the dots, Mina and Lisa are dating. Usually comments like that wouldn’t get the youngest girl's attention unless there was an unspoken commitment.
She should lie. She should bury it. But Mina deserved more than shadows. Mina deserved truth, even if it ripped her open.
Her voice shook. “Uhm–” she paused for a moment looking deeply at Mina hoping there was some kind of protest from her. Instead Mina furrowed her eyes, almost preparing herself for heartbreak.
Nayeon catches a glance at Jihyo, despite not knowing what was going Jihyo is still trying to protect her friends. But Mina deserves the truth, “At the start of last year… Lisa kissed Jennie. She told her she had feelings for her.”
The table fractured into shock. Momo’s hand flew to her mouth. Jihyo sat back hard in her chair, shaking her head.
Mina’s chopsticks slipped from her hand, clattering against her bowl.
Nayeon forced herself to go on, each word acid on her tongue. “It was bad. For months I think Jisoo said for about 3 to 6 months. Lisa tried to move on, pushing Jennie away, but… Jennie—” She exhaled, shaking her head. “Jennie didn’t want that but she also at the time couldn’t give Lisa what she wanted–and I–” she takes another beat.
“But anyone could see, Jennie’s in love with her. Just look at the way she looks at her.”
All eyes darted back to the phone.
Onscreen, Jennie laughed at something Lisa whispered, her smile so unguarded it felt like trespassing to witness it. Lisa’s gaze lingered, soft, proud, like no one else existed.
Mina’s chest hollowed. Three to six months. That was their time. Late night texts, calls and facetimes. And Kansai with her for a week, where Lisa had promised her something real. My feelings for them are gone—long gone. Lisa had told her.
It had all been borrowed. Overlap.
Mina stared at the screen, her throat closing. Jennie leaned closer, Lisa brushing her hair behind her ear with a tenderness Mina knew by heart.
The comments scrolled fast.
JENLISA BACK!!!
Look at the way Lisa looks at her 😭😭😭
They never fell out of love.
Are the only comments that her brain was able to focus on. Her stomach dropped. They were right.
Momo reached for her hand, but Mina jerked back, as though contact would shatter her. Her body felt made of stone, heavy and cracking.
Across the table, Nayeon’s hands trembled around her glass. Her eyes met Mina’s, frantic, begging forgiveness for the words she’d unleashed. She tried to plead silently, I’m sorry. I didn’t want this. I didn’t mean to hurt you.
But it was too late.
Mina’s eyes brimmed, not with fury, but with something worse: betrayal. Quiet, raw betrayal that didn’t scream but carved deep.
She realized then—she had never been Lisa’s beginning.
She had only ever been her pause.
The live kept playing. Lisa kissed Jennie’s temple—just a quick, playful peck, fan-service on the surface. The dorm filled with gasps, some from the phone’s comments, some from the girls around the table.
Mina couldn’t breathe. Every laugh from Lisa felt like a dagger. That phone call , a confirmation.
And when she finally tore her gaze from the screen, she wasn’t looking at Lisa anymore. She was looking at Nayeon, who still hadn’t moved, her water glass half-raised, her face pale with regret.
Because Nayeon knew. And now Mina did too.
Mina didn’t shout. She didn’t demand an explanation. She simply stood, her chair scraping hard against the floor, startling the others.
“Mina—” Sana’s hand darted out, but caught only air.
The others rose in a panic of overlapping voices.
“Mina-yah, wait—”
“Hold on we don’t even know if it’s—”
“Mina-unnie, please—”
But she didn’t turn back. Her face was unreadable, set in that distant, practiced calm she wore whenever the world got too loud. Her steps were quick, clipped, until she disappeared into the hallway.
But she didn’t slam the door, she simply shut it, yet what followed was the brutal sound of the lock turning.
Silence fell. A silence so heavy it pressed down on every breath.
And slowly, as though pulled by some unseen force, every gaze turned to Nayeon.
She froze under it. She hadn’t meant for any of this—hadn’t meant to spill those words, hadn’t meant to hurt Mina. But the damage was done, and she could feel it, the weight of Mina’s absence throbbing through the room like a wound.
Jihyo didn’t speak. She sat stiff, her lips pressed into a thin line, but the fire in her eyes was unmistakable. The kind of fire that, if released, could burn.
It was Momo who broke first. Her tone was steady, but the cut was sharp. “What,” she said, “the fuck just happened?”
Nayeon’s throat closed. She wanted to lie. She wanted to laugh it off, to brush it away with one of her practiced smiles. But she couldn’t. Not when they were all staring at her like that.
“It was just a stupid comment–I shouldn’t have said something,” she shook her head. Jihyo sighs, “Well, it’s all out in the open now–so please just shine the light on the rest of us”
“Are you sure this wasn’t just about you getting an answer from her?” Sana asked earnestly. Nayeon shouldn’t be surprised though, she should’ve seen this coming.
“No–I just put it together now.” she sighed. Dahyun confused, “Put what together?”
“I think Mina and Lisa have been seeing each other and by the way she reacted…”she drops first, the girls exchange looks but wait for their unnie to continue.
“It was… something Jisoo told me.” Her voice cracked. “Months ago…literally last year”
Chaeyoung leaned forward, suspicion written all over her face. “Jisoo-unnie?”
The words tumbled out, clumsy and frantic. “Like I said, the first half of their year was rough. They were… lost in it. I didn’t know how involved Minayah was. ”
A collective gasp moved through the room. Dahyun covered her mouth. Tzuyu’s eyes narrowed, unreadable but sharp.
But the silence that followed demanded more.
And Nayeon knew what that silence meant. It wasn’t just about Lisa and Jennie anymore. It was about her.
She swallowed hard. Her chest hurt as the words forced themselves out. “You all know I confessed to Mina. Which apparently happened two months after Lisa and Jennie kissed.”
The truth sat there, naked and cruel.
No one moved. No one denied it.
Nayeon’s laugh came bitter, hollow. “And then she went on hiatus. I thought maybe… maybe if I waited…” She shook her head, her hands gripping her knees to stop them from trembling.
Jihyo’s voice sliced in, low and sharp. “How could we have missed her and Lisa?”
Nayeon winced. “I didn’t know. Not then.”
But even as she said it, memory stabbed her. Mina’s quiet returns during hiatus—slipping into schedules for recordings, for shoots. The phone that buzzed in her lap late at night, the way her lips curved, soft and secretive.
The memory was crystal clear now: Lisa’s name lighting up Mina’s screen. With a heart beside it.
Her voice dropped to a whisper, almost confession. “I should have known then. When I saw her name, with that heart. I should have known.”
Sana drew in a sharp breath. Dahyun shook her head slowly. Momo’s gaze didn’t waver.
The silence pressed in again, heavier this time.
“I ignored it,” Nayeon whispered. Her voice cracked, breaking in the middle. “Because I didn’t want it to be real. I told myself it was nothing. But it wasn’t nothing. Clearly they’ve been together since last year. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Her eyes burned as she looked toward the hallway where Mina had vanished. The locked door felt like a wall she had built herself, brick by brick, with every cowardly choice she had made.
Her final words came out ragged, almost inaudible. “And now she knows. Because of me. In the worst way possible.”
No one spoke. No one breathed.
And behind that door, Mina’s silence was deafening.
“Clearly she needed to know. It’s not our relationship and from now on we will say nothing.” Jihyo advised, already thinking of all the possible repercussions.
The live stretched longer than they had planned—thirty minutes turned into almost an hour. Jisoo cracked jokes, Rosé sang snippets off-key, Jennie teased Lisa about her hair color, and Lisa… Lisa played along. She leaned into Jennie, flashed her brightest smile, did aegyo when the comments begged for it. The numbers on the screen climbed into the hundreds of thousands, then millions.
It felt electric. For a little while, it was easy to forget the weight of anything beyond the four of them crammed onto the couch, shouting over each other, laughing so loudly the managers outside probably winced.
But when they finally ended the live, when Jisoo clicked her phone off and the room fell into a hush, reality rushed back in.
Lisa’s own phone buzzed violently against the table. She reached for it without thinking, still smiling seeing her girlfriends name pop up—only for the smile to vanish almost instantly.
Seven missed calls. All from Mina.
Her thumb hovered. Her chest constricted. And then she saw it: one message, sitting alone like a demand she couldn’t ignore.
[Minari🐧]
Call me.
Jennie caught it first. She always did. Her eyes flicked from the screen to Lisa’s face, reading the shift—the drop in her expression, the way her hand stiffened. Rosé leaned in, sensing it too, and even Jisoo’s laughter slowed as she noticed the change.
“You okay, Lisa-yah?” Jisoo asked softly, the kind of soft that meant she already knew the answer.
Lisa swallowed, throat dry. “Yeah. I just—” trying to smile and push it down.
But before she could move, before she could press call, her phone was snatched clean out of her hand.
“Focus up,” her manager said briskly, sliding it into his pocket. “We’re on the clock. Fittings. Now.”
“Wait—” Lisa’s protest died in her throat. She reached instinctively, but it was useless. The managers were already ushering them toward the door, the mood in the room shifting from playful to professional in the blink of an eye.
Jennie frowned, her gaze lingering on Lisa, but she didn’t push—not here, not with so many eyes around them.
Rosé tried to lighten it, clapping her hands. “Outfit time, let’s go!” she chirped, forcing a grin.
Lisa followed, but her steps felt heavy, every nerve in her body screaming at her to turn back, to fight for her phone, to answer Mina.
Instead, she was herded down the hallway, swallowed by the machine of their comeback. Lights, fabric, stylists waiting with racks of clothes.
Mina’s words burned in her pocket, though the phone wasn’t even there anymore.
Call me.
By the time Lisa finally got her phone back, the day had already bled into night. The studio windows were black, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly above her as she sank onto the bench in the corner. Her legs ached from hours of drilling choreography, but her chest ached worse—from the weight of the unanswered calls.
9:03 p.m.
Lisa’s thumb hovered over Mina’s name, the glow of her phone screen the only light in the corner of the rehearsal room. Seven missed calls. One message. Call me.
She’d never ignored Mina before. Not once. If Mina called, Lisa answered—whether it was three in the afternoon or three in the morning. That was their rhythm, their quiet promise. And now, for the first time, she’d broken it.
Not by choice, but still.
She could still feel the phantom weight of her phone being tugged out of her hand by her manager earlier, the stern look that said later. Later, later, later. Hours of later. Every time she asked for a break, someone was watching, every time she stretched toward her bag, there was another drill, another correction, another “just one more.”
Lisa had tried to smile through it, tried to keep her energy high for the girls, but the back of her mind never shut up. Why so many calls? Why not just text more? Why that message, so bare, so heavy? Mina never begged for attention like that.
Her chest twisted with guilt. She hated herself for it—the way she’d let everyone control her schedule, her phone, her access. The way she hadn’t fought harder. What if Mina needed her? What if Mina was hurting?
But Lisa clung to hope, because she had to. Maybe Mina just missed her. Maybe it was nothing heavy at all. Maybe tomorrow they’d laugh about how frantic Lisa was over a few missed calls.
She told herself that. Over and over. But her hand still shook as she set the phone back down, because she knew deep down—this wasn’t nothing.
It had never been nothing when it came to Mina.
Mina hadn’t left her room. Not for dinner. Not for the quiet knocking from Sana. Not even when Jihyo peeked in, worry written across her face.
The walls felt smaller now, the air heavier, as if it were pressing her into the mattress. She’d curled beneath her blanket at first, but that hadn’t stopped the reel in her mind from playing, over and over.
Nayeon’s words.
Jennie’s name.
The timeline she hadn’t wanted to piece together, now slotting into place with cruel precision.
Three to six months.
That was what she’d said.
Mina pressed her palms into her eyes, as if she could smudge out the memory of Lisa’s voice in Kansai—the way she’d promised, Just talk to me. Communicate, I’m sorry I missed your call—I was A, B, C , and D. Because all I need is reassurance that we’re still doing this together. The way she’d kissed Mina like she was a first, not an after.
But now Mina couldn’t unhear it. Couldn’t stop the thought that maybe she’d been woven into Lisa’s story as a way to move on, not a choice of her own.
And it gutted her.
Because she’d believed it. Believed Lisa’s laugh when she said Mina was different. Believed the softness in her touch, the quiet in her eyes. She’d let herself fall completely, carelessly, into Lisa’s orbit. And now the ground beneath her feet felt thin, like she might drop through at any second.
The phone sat on her nightstand, the call log glowing like a wound she couldn’t stitch. Seven calls, all unanswered. The message she’d sent—Call me—looked pathetic now. Too desperate, too raw.
Still, Mina couldn’t bring herself to delete it. Because if Lisa did call… it meant she still had a chance to explain. Or to lie. Or to say nothing at all.
The worst part was she didn’t know which answer would hurt less. Until finally her phone rang and the phone connected.
‘Hello?’ Mina’s voice was quiet, almost detached, like she’d already built a wall before Lisa could even climb through.
Lisa’s whole chest seized. She leaned back against the cool mirror of the practice room, her free hand pressed tight to her stomach as if that could steady her. ‘Baby, I—I’m so sorry. I couldn’t—my manager—God, I’m sorry I couldn’t get to you sooner. Baby, is everything—’
‘Is it true?’
The question was so blunt, so sharp, it sliced straight through her apology.
Lisa froze, the echo of her voice hanging in the cavernous room. In the corner, Rosé and Jisoo were bickering lightheartedly over shoes, laughter bubbling between them. Jennie hummed to herself, bent over a rack of jackets, the sequins catching the overhead lights. The air smelled faintly of fabric, sweat, and fresh leather.
Everything looked normal. But inside Lisa’s chest, the world was collapsing.
‘…Is what true?’ she asked, though the tremor in her voice betrayed her.
‘Please don’t,’ Mina whispered. And God, that whisper hurt more than shouting ever could. ‘Just tell me. Is it true?’
Lisa’s grip on the phone tightened until her knuckles whitened. Her heart slammed against her ribs. Her mind clawed for excuses, for explanations, for anything—but her throat locked.
‘…What do you mean?’
Another pause. Mina’s silence was heavy, suffocating. She was giving Lisa one last chance, one last moment to save them. But when she finally spoke, her words landed with a precision that left no space for denial.
‘About you and Jennie-unnie. About what happened last year.’
The world seemed to still.
The thump of music faintly leaking from another studio down the hall. The rustle of fabric as Jisoo flicked through hangers. The laugh Rosé let out when she tried on boots too big for her. All of it felt distant, muted—like Lisa was underwater, drowning while everyone else breathed.
Her silence was the answer.
Mina let out a sound—half-breath, half-sob—that fractured Lisa’s chest.
‘…So it’s true.’
‘No,’ Lisa burst out, finally choking on words, her voice ragged. ‘Baby, please—listen, it’s not like that—’
‘You’re still with her, aren’t you?’ Mina’s words came like glass, sharp and cold. ‘That’s why you can’t even say my name.’
Lisa pressed her fist against her thigh, nails digging through the fabric of her sweatpants. Her eyes stung, heat welling up until she could barely see.
‘You don’t understand—please, just listen—’
‘No.’ Mina’s voice was steadier now, but Lisa could hear the quiver beneath it. ‘You don’t understand. The timing, Lisa. When you kissed her. When you told her. Suddenly me.’ A pause, so long it felt like a blade being twisted. ‘…Was I just?’
The last word was so soft it nearly broke apart in the air.
Lisa’s heart lurched. Her entire body recoiled like she’d been struck. ‘No… no! God, no! Mina—’ Her voice rose, too raw, too loud. She didn’t care who in the room overheard. ‘You weren’t—you aren’t—you’re not second, you’re—’
But the words strangled themselves. She couldn’t finish. Couldn’t form the truth she wanted to carve into stone.
On the other end, only silence. Mina’s silence.
“Mina, please,’ Lisa begged, her voice cracking wide open, her body curling in on itself as if she could hold the hurt inside. ‘Say something. Yell at me. Scream at me. Just—don’t…’ Her breath hitched, throat burning. ‘Just don’t go quiet on me.’
The silence stretched, taut as a wire, broken only by Lisa’s ragged breaths. Jisoo glanced up from across the room, brows pinching faintly, but didn’t intrude. Rosé and Jennie kept fussing with outfits, unaware that Lisa was splintering in the corner.
And then, finally, Mina’s voice—soft, flat, the sound of something ending.
‘…I don’t think I can do this, Lisa.’
It hit harder than any scream could have.
Lisa’s knees buckled. She stumbled back against the mirror, the cool glass holding her up as her reflection stared back: wide eyes, trembling lips, a girl unraveling.
Around her, life moved on. Sequins glimmered under fluorescent light. Jisoo laughed at something Rosé said. Jennie shook her head at a hat that didn’t match.
But Lisa stood apart, phone pressed to her ear, the words still echoing inside her like an empty room.
It was Rosé who noticed first.
The room had been buzzing only seconds ago—fabric rustling, laughter spilling as the three of them fawned over outfits, sequins catching every bit of fluorescent light. Lisa had drifted off earlier, excusing herself with a casual shrug, phone pressed tight to her ear. They’d heard her voice once or twice—muffled, uneven—and then sharper, too loud for the moment, though none of them had let themselves dwell on it. They were too wrapped up in the joy of their comeback.
But the silence that followed—thick, unnatural—clawed at Rosé’s instincts.
She turned, eyes searching until they landed on her best friend across the room. Lisa stood half-shadowed by a rack of jackets, her head bowed, one hand pressed against the mirror behind her as if she needed it to stay upright. Her phone dangled weakly at her side, her other hand trembling. And in the harsh, unforgiving light, her eyes shone wet.
“Lili…” Rosé breathed, voice barely audible. She moved without thinking, steps quick, quiet. The unnies looked up, following her line of sight.
Lisa didn’t hear her approach. She was trying—God, she was trying—to hold it in, to swallow back the storm threatening to split her in half. But then a pair of long arms slipped around her, pulling her in close, and whatever fragile dam she’d built gave way.
The sobs came quietly at first, stifled against Rosé’s shoulder. A symphony of broken sounds, raw and muffled, as if she was ashamed of being heard. Rosé said nothing—because what could she possibly say? She didn’t know what had just happened, but she didn’t need to. She just held on, firm and steady, letting Lisa fall apart in the only space she could.
Across the room, Jisoo and Jennie exchanged a glance, a flicker of understanding sparking between them. It was unspoken but clear: Japan. That conversation they’d had, hushed and careful, just before the holiday break. Now it was unfolding right in front of them.
They crossed the room, slow but certain, closing in around their maknae. Lisa was still folded into Rosé, her shoulders trembling, her breath breaking in uneven bursts. Jisoo’s hand rested gently against the back of her head, Jennie’s palm finding her arm, grounding her without pressing for words. Together, they built a quiet wall around her, letting her grief spill out without interruption.
They didn’t need details. They didn’t need explanations. They just let her cry.
But there wasn’t much time. The door swung open, and the voices of their managers and choreographers filled the space, bright and businesslike.
The company manager’s tone faltered when he saw them huddled together. “Everything… is everything okay here?”
The three girls stiffened, about to ask for the day to be cut short, to shield Lisa from the grind just this once. But before they could, Lisa straightened. She pulled back from Rosé, her face blotchy, lashes wet, but her chin lifted with that stubborn pride only she could summon.
“I’m fine,” she croaked, voice wrecked but firm. “Let’s… let’s just get back into it.”
The managers lingered, uncertain, but Lisa was already wiping at her eyes with the back of her hand. She forced a shaky smile, then pressed her phone into Alice’s hand—her manager, her anchor, her confidant throughout this whole thing. The exchange was wordless, but it said enough.
The news wasn’t good.
Alice squeezed the device gently, nodding once, as if she’d read the message straight from Lisa’s heart.
And then the world spun forward again. The chatter of stylists, the bark of choreographers, the shuffle of shoes against the polished studio floor. But the girls knew. Beneath the rhythm of work and the gloss of performance, something fragile had cracked wide open.
And Lisa, their brightest light, was doing everything she could to stand in the pieces.
To the untrained eye, Lisa looked unstoppable. A machine. A star on fire.
Every spin, every snap of her arm, every drop to the floor was sharp, clean, relentless. To the staff that lingered along the walls, arms crossed and clipboards in hand, she was simply the model idol—hungry, driven, unbreakable. They nodded approvingly, some even whispering about her dedication. But her sisters knew better.
This wasn’t drive. This was punishment.
Lisa’s body moved like it had betrayed her, and she was determined to beat it into submission. Sweat soaked through her shirt, her braid had come loose, but she didn’t care. Her chest heaved, lungs begging for rest, but her eyes were hollow, locked on the mirror like she could outrun the reflection of herself staring back.
And every thirty minutes, like clockwork—or at least that’s what it felt like—someone tried.
Rosé, with her quiet gentleness, pressing a water bottle into Lisa’s hand. Jennie, coaxing her with a half-smile, whispering that it was okay to stop, that no one would judge her. Jisoo, more blunt, telling her flat out that idols didn’t burn themselves out, they burned themselves alive, and she wasn’t going to watch that happen.
But Lisa refused.
Each time, she’d shake them off with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I’m okay. I just… I just need this. When I’m ready to talk, I will. But right now—I’m okay.”
She wasn’t.
By the eleventh run of How You Like That, her knees were threatening to buckle, her throat raw from counting under her breath, but she still pressed on—until the music finally cut.
The company manager stepped forward, his voice brisk but satisfied. “Good work today. Call time is 8 a.m. tomorrow. Expect it to run longer than today.”
A few nods, polite bows, murmurs of acknowledgment. Managers and stylists began gathering their things, chattering as they moved toward the door. But when Jisoo lifted her hand, sharp and deliberate, the three younger girls stilled.
“Could we have the room for a moment?” she asked.
The staff hesitated. One look at Lisa—puffy eyes, blotchy skin, her hair sticking to the back of her neck—and they understood. Slowly, the room cleared, footsteps echoing down the hall until the door shut. Silence fell.
Jennie and Rosé exchanged a glance, their faces soft with worry. Jisoo stepped forward.
“Sit,” she said gently but firmly, pointing at the bench along the mirrored wall.
Lisa blinked, confusion flickering. “Unnie, I’m fine. Really. I just need to be alone—”
“No,” Jisoo cut in, voice low but steady. She crouched a little, meeting Lisa’s eyes, not letting her dodge. “You shouldn’t be alone right now.”
Rosé slipped closer, placing a hand on Lisa’s shoulder. “Come back to the dorms tonight, yeah? Just… be with us.”
Lisa’s chest tightened. The air felt too heavy, her throat too narrow. “I don’t—when I’m ready to talk, I will. I promise. But right now, I just need space. I’ll be okay, really, I will—”
“No.” This time Jisoo’s voice carried a weight that brooked no argument. She turned, eyes flicking to Jennie. “You’ll come back too, right?”
Jennie froze. The words hung in the air, sharp, pointed, loaded with something unsaid. Lisa caught it—her head tilted just slightly, her gaze flickering between them. But she couldn’t even focus on what it meant. Not tonight. Her world was already cracked wide open.
“I don’t need—” Lisa began again, desperate, voice trembling.
Jisoo didn’t let her finish. She stood, walked to the door, and cracked it open. “Alice-ya?”
Her manager appeared instantly, concern etched across her face.
“Unnie,” Jisoo asked softly, “could you take care of Lisa’s cats for a few days? And maybe swing by her apartment tonight to grab her a change of clothes?”
Alice’s eyes flicked past Jisoo to Lisa, who sat slumped against the mirror, her body trembling with exhaustion, her eyes red and raw. For a moment, Lisa looked like she might protest again. But Alice only nodded, her voice steady.
“Of course.”
“Great,” Jisoo said, turning back to the group, clapping her hands lightly like the matter was settled. “Since that’s taken care of, let’s head home.”
Rosé and Jennie moved quickly, gathering Lisa’s things along with their own, stuffing stray clothes and notebooks into bags. Jisoo offered her hand to Lisa—not forceful, but unshakable. And when Lisa didn’t take it, Jisoo simply crouched down again, her eyes soft.
“You’ve carried us through enough storms, Lili,” she murmured. “Let us carry you now.”
Lisa’s lips trembled, her pride and grief colliding in her chest, but in the end, she let Jisoo pull her to her feet.
The four of them walked out together, side by side, Lisa’s head bowed but her steps guided by the others. And outside, only one van waited—because there was no option tonight but home.
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my ghost-ship is..I dont know
Chapter 38: and it kinda
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Chapter Text
The van ride home had been quiet. Too quiet for four girls who had built their lives on music, chatter, and laughter. Lisa pressed herself against the window, her breath fogging the glass. She said nothing, and the others didn’t push.
When they reached the dorm, she slipped away almost immediately, retreating to her old room like a shadow fleeing light. The door clicked softly behind her.
Rosé knocked gently a few minutes later, balancing a folded set of clothes. “I’m just leaving these here for you,,” she said softly, placing them on the handle.
A muffled, hoarse “thank you” came from the other side.
The shower started, water hitting tile in steady percussion. And in the living room, the three unnies sat, their voices hushed.
Rosé, ever gentle, asked, “What do you think happened?”
Jennie stared at her hands, her nails digging into her palm. Jisoo’s eyes found hers, steady, knowing, the kind that left no room for evasion.
“Jennie-ya,” Jisoo said, quiet but firm, “tell her what you realized in Japan.”
Jennie swallowed hard, the sound loud in the silence. She hesitated, but Jisoo’s gaze didn’t falter, and eventually the words spilled: the pieces she’d put together, Lisa and Mina, the subtle glances, the confirmation she hadn’t wanted to voice aloud.
Rosé went still. Her lips parted, but no words came. She leaned back against the couch, staring at the ceiling as if it might make more sense there.
“So… Lisa and Mina,” she whispered eventually.
Neither unnie corrected her. “But that could totally be unrelated this could be something else”
Rosé was quiet for a long moment, processing, her chest rising and falling like she was breathing underwater. Then she said softly, almost reluctantly, “I’ve only ever seen her like this once before.”
Jisoo tilted her head. “When?”
Rosé’s gaze flicked to Jennie, her voice breaking into something fragile. “When she was in love with you.”
Jennie flinched as if struck. The room went silent.
The next few days blurred into each other.
Lisa would rise when the alarm called her, tie her hair back with methodical precision, and leave with the others for schedules. She hit every mark, every step, every cue with perfect precision, and to the outside world she was the same Lisa: charismatic, tireless, bright.
She made jokes with staff, even Alice was fully convinced that it was nothing but a fight.
But the moment they returned to the dorm, she would retreat.
Sometimes straight to her room, where the muffled sound of sobs leaked faintly through the door. Other times she’d sit in the living room, phone clutched loosely in her hand, her gaze locked on nothing in particular. The television might play in the background, but she didn’t follow. She just… sat.
Meals were battles.
“Come eat with us,” Rosé would coax, holding out a plate.
“I’m not hungry,” Lisa would mumble.
Jisoo tried a different tactic, teasing lightly. “Yah, maknae. If you starve yourself, your cheekbones will cut sharper than mine. Can’t let you upstage me.”
It earned a ghost of a smile, but Lisa still shook her head.
Jennie tried blunt honesty. “You can’t keep doing this, Lili. You need to eat.”
That time, Lisa relented. She took the food, picked at it, swallowed a few bites, then pushed the plate away as if every mouthful weighed her down.
The unnies learned to take turns. One would knock on her door with tea. Another would sit silently beside her on the couch. Another would leave little notes—we love you—slipped under her door.
But Lisa didn’t talk. Not about what was wrong, not about Mina, not about why her phone was always in her hand yet never ringing.
Once, late at night, Jennie padded down the hall for water and froze. Through Lisa’s door came the faint sound of her voice—low, breaking, urgent.
“Please, baby… please just call me back. I can explain, I promise… I—”
Jennie’s chest clenched. She turned, retreating before she could hear more.
By midweek, Lisa’s phone had become an extension of her hand. She checked it constantly, flipping the screen on, staring at the blank notifications, flipping it off again. Over and over. Every time it lit up, her breath hitched, only to fall when it was never Mina.
She even tried calling Jihyo once, a last attempt at a thread. But Jihyo’s voice had been gentle, apologetic, firm: It’s just not the right time, Lisa.
So Lisa folded in on herself.
On Wednesday, Rosé peeked into the living room to find her sitting on the couch, knees pulled to her chest, eyes red-rimmed but dry. The TV flickered with some drama, but Lisa wasn’t watching.
“Lisaaaa,” Rosé said softly, “do you want to go for a walk?”
Lisa shook her head.
“Movie night, then? We can rewatch Parasite.”
Another shake.
Rosé lingered in the doorway, her heart aching. “Do you want me to sit with you?”
Lisa looked at her then, really looked, and for a moment it seemed like she might say yes. Her lips parted. But then she shook her head again, whispering, “Not right now.”
Rosé nodded, her chest tight. She closed the door softly, the sound more painful than a slam.
By Thursday, the dorm felt heavy with grief, as if Lisa’s silence seeped into the walls.
They still heard her sometimes. A stifled sob. A sharp breath. Or worse—the sound of her voice, whispering into her phone, words breaking, never answered.
None of them dared intrude. None of them wanted to break her further.
And so the days passed, heavy, fragile, waiting.
Waiting for Lisa to speak.
Waiting for Mina to call.
Waiting for something to crack.
Friday arrived heavy, though it looked no different than any other day on paper. Call time: 8 a.m. Studio: Seoul outskirts. Schedule: group shoots, dance sequences, styling tests.
For everyone else, it was routine. For Lisa, it felt like standing at the edge of a cliff.
The makeup room smelled faintly of hairspray and powder, a symphony of brushes clicking against palettes. The girls sat side by side, each in their chairs, each being transformed under the bright white bulbs.
Lisa tried to keep her eyes down, her hands clasped tight in her lap. But tears betrayed her. They slid out uninvited, gathering at the corners before her stylist could even dab foundation. She apologized in broken whispers, forcing a smile, but the tears kept coming.
The artists pretended not to notice. Jisoo and Jennie, though—they noticed everything. Their eyes flickered, soft with concern, but they didn’t press.
Then their names were called. “Kim Jisoo-ssi, Kim Jennie-ssi—you’re up first.”
The two unnies rose, brushing past Lisa with a squeeze to her shoulder, their looks unreadable but heavy with unspoken words. That left only Rosé and Lisa, plus two stylists hovering.
“Could we have a minute?” Rosé asked suddenly, her tone warm but firm.
The makeup artist blinked, uncertain, then nodded and slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.
Silence pressed in, broken only by the hum of the dressing room lights. Rosé got up from her chair and crossed to Lisa, who sat stiff, fighting the wobble of her chin.
Rosé rested her hands gently on Lisa’s shoulders, her thumbs rubbing in small circles, grounding her. “Lisa,” she said softly, “you’ve been carrying this for days. Please… just talk to me. I’m not asking for everything. Just something. Anything.”
Lisa’s lips trembled. She squeezed her eyes shut, willing the tears away, but the moment Rosé’s voice broke through, the dam cracked. Her chest heaved once, twice, and then she broke into a quiet, stuttering sob.
“Rosie…” Her voice was raw, jagged, torn from her throat. She lifted a hand, covering her face as though ashamed.
Rosé didn’t push, didn’t demand. She simply pulled her closer, wrapping her arms around Lisa like she’d been waiting for this exact moment.
Lisa’s breath came in jagged bursts against Rosé’s shoulder, every sob making her whole body tremble. The words she hadn’t dared to say spilled like they’d been waiting on the tip of her tongue for days.
“I should’ve told her,” Lisa choked, her voice shredded. “I should’ve been the one to explain before–I thought—God, I thought if I waited, if I just waited until the right time, I could make her understand. That Jennie and I… that it was a moment, a mistake, not—” She broke off, pressing her fists into her eyes as though she could blot herself out.
Rosé rubbed slow circles into her back, grounding her. But Lisa kept unraveling.
“I kept telling myself, ‘Soon. Tomorrow, I’ll tell her.’ And now there’s no tomorrow, Rosie. She won’t pick up. Not a single message, all of my calls, and she just…” Lisa’s voice cracked on the word, collapsing into a whisper. “She hates me enough not to even want to hear my voice.”
Her whole frame shook with the weight of it, the guilt pressing like stones on her chest. She tipped her head back, staring up at the ceiling as though the fluorescent lights could burn the truth out of her.
“I wasn’t trying to keep it from her forever,” she said, almost to herself, a confession she needed to push into the air. “I just wanted time. I wanted to find the right words, the right moment, when she could see in my eyes that she’s everything. That there was never anyone else after her. That she wasn’t second. Never second.”
Her laugh came bitter, strangled. “But now it doesn’t matter, does it? Because she won’t even let me say it. She won’t even give me the chance.”
Rosé’s own eyes stung, her throat thick with the ache of watching someone she loved beat herself down like this. She wanted to tell Lisa she was wrong, that Mina would listen, that this wasn’t the end—but the words caught in her chest. Because she didn’t know. None of them knew.
So instead she squeezed Lisa tighter, pressing her cheek against Lisa’s temple. “Then keep trying,” Rosé whispered. “Even if she won’t answer now. Keep trying. If she means everything, you can’t stop now.”
Lisa’s sobs slowed, but the silence that followed was heavier than before. Her chest rose and fell, shallow, her hands limp in her lap.
“I just… I just want to hear her voice,” she admitted finally, broken and small. “Even if it’s to tell me it’s really over. I just… I need her to say it.”
There was a knock on the door. “Girls, your part is coming soon.”
Rosé brushed Lisa’s tears with her thumbs, not caring if the foundation smudged, not caring if makeup artists would scold later. She tilted her face so Lisa would meet her eyes.
“You’re not alone,” she said firmly. “Not in this room, not in this group, not in this life. You hear me? We’re with you. Even if she won’t be right now.”
Lisa swallowed hard, nodded once. But the hollow ache in her eyes didn’t leave. She rose slowly, adjusting her clothes, smoothing her hair back as though she could erase the past ten minutes with a gesture.
The door opened again, this time wider, and the stylists streamed back in with practiced cheer. Brushes and powders, sprays and palettes—all the tools of disguise. Lisa sat obediently in the chair, her face a mask of stillness as the artists leaned in, dabbing away what remained of her grief. They layered over the redness around her eyes, pressed concealer into the evidence of sleepless nights, traced color back onto her lips.
In less than five minutes, it was as if she had never broken down at all. To the mirror, she looked like Blackpink’s maknae again—sharp, striking, flawless. But Rosé knew better. She could still hear the echo of Lisa’s voice in her head, that crackling whisper: She doesn’t want me anymore.
Rosé stood at a distance, arms wrapped tightly around herself. The weight of what she carried now pressed down like wet wool—suffocating, inescapable. Lisa’s truth wasn’t hers to tell, but it lived inside her now, swelling, clawing for release. She glanced at the door, half-expecting Jennie and Jisoo to return at any moment, their laughter filling the space, their eyes sharp and searching.
Jennie.
Rosé’s chest tightened at the thought. Of all people, Jennie was in the center of this tangled mess. Jennie, who had once been the reason for Lisa’s heartache. Jennie, who had unknowingly left Mina with questions that Lisa had been too afraid to answer. Jennie, who even now still carried the shadow of Lisa’s gaze like a ghost trailing behind her.
Rosé chewed the inside of her cheek, torn. Should she tell her? Should she let Jennie in on the truth of what Lisa was carrying—that Mina knew, that Lisa had lost her, that this silence between them wasn’t just distance but a fracture?
Her heart said yes—because Jennie had a right to know, because Jennie had been part of it, because hiding it only made the weight heavier. But her head screamed no—because Lisa had trusted her, because it wasn’t her story to tell, because one wrong word could rip their group’s fragile balance apart.
Rosé looked back at Lisa. The younger girl sat perfectly still, eyes downcast, letting the stylists move her face like porcelain. She didn’t speak, didn’t flinch, didn’t betray the storm still raging inside.
And Rosé realized: Lisa wasn’t just grieving Mina. She was punishing herself. Every moment of silence, every refusal to eat, every forced smile—penance.
The door clicked again, and Jisoo’s laugh spilled in, Jennie following with her bright, casual chatter. The room filled instantly with noise, the ordinary rhythm of work, the rhythm of Blackpink. Rosé straightened, smoothing her own expression before either unnie could look too closely at her.
“Chaeyoung-ssi, Lisa-ssi—you’re up,” a staffer called from the hallway.
Rosé blinked, realizing the words were for her. She glanced over to Lisa, who was already on her feet, body moving with a precision that masked the heaviness in her eyes.
Jennie’s gaze flickered briefly between them. She caught Rosé’s arm for the smallest second, eyes searching, silently asking what happened? Rosé couldn’t answer, not here, not now. She only gave a quick look back—steady but heavy, her lips pressed into the kind of line that said, We’ll talk after the shoot.
Jennie hesitated, then let go, turning to adjust her outfit as if nothing had happened. But Rosé knew she’d caught it—the warning, the weight.
Rosé followed Lisa down the corridor toward the set, her chest tightening with every step. The lights ahead were bright, almost blinding, spilling out into the dark hallway like a stage curtain being drawn.
“Positions!” the director barked, and suddenly they were swallowed by it—by the blare of music, the shouts of crew, the flash of cameras.
Lisa slid seamlessly into her role, her body snapping sharp, every movement hitting like lightning. To the outside eye, she was fire—Blackpink’s untouchable dancer, flawless, unstoppable. But Rosé could see it in the corners of her movements: the way she pushed too hard, as if trying to outrun something. The way her jaw clenched when the music paused. The way her breath broke just a little too unevenly between takes.
Rosé sang her lines, smiled when the cameras rolled, but all the while her heart twisted. She wanted to grab Lisa mid-chorus, shake her, tell her she didn’t have to break herself to prove she was fine. But the cameras were rolling, the lights were hot, and this wasn’t the place.
So she danced. She sang. She played her part, all while holding Lisa’s secret like a thorn pressed into her palm—hidden, but cutting deeper with every passing second.
And when the director finally called cut, when the cameras stopped, Rosé glanced across the set. Lisa stood there, chest heaving, makeup flawless, the picture of control. But Rosé saw it—the shimmer in her eyes that had nothing to do with sweat or stage lights.
***
The van ride back was near-silent, save for the soft hum of the engine and the occasional shuffle of staff outside the tinted windows. Lisa had curled against the seat almost immediately, her head bobbing once, twice, before surrendering to sleep. Her face in rest looked younger, but the weight of exhaustion pulled at the corners, a fragile peace that the others dared not disturb.
By the time they reached the dorm, she was barely awake enough to follow their gentle nudges. Jisoo supported her by the elbow, Jennie steadying her from the other side, while Rosé trailed close behind, clutching Lisa’s bag. Together, they guided her through the door like carrying something precious, fragile.
Lisa muttered a faint apology, insisting on showering before bed. The girls let her, hovering just close enough to listen for the water shutting off. When she finally stumbled out, hair damp and sticking to her cheeks, she didn’t bother with anything more than slipping into bed. The blankets swallowed her whole, and within moments her breathing deepened.
Jennie lingered longest at the doorway. She showered quickly herself, then padded back to the kitchen, filling a pot with water. The steam fogged her glasses as she leaned over, stirring ramyun more out of instinct than appetite. She plated it carefully, added a soft-boiled egg the way Lisa liked, even sprinkled seaweed. Carrying it down the hallway, Jennie hesitated outside the maknae’s door—knocked once, softly. No answer. She pushed gently, peeking in. Lisa was already asleep, curled into herself, face turned to the wall.
Jennie sighed, lips pressing thin. She carried the bowl back to the kitchen, setting it down with a small clatter. That was when she noticed movement—Rosé, stepping out of her room, hair tied messily, her expression pale in the low light.
Their eyes caught. Jennie’s chest gave a sharp, uneven thump.
“What did you find out?” Jennie asked quietly, voice low but heavy. There was no time for pleasantries, no strength for it either.
Rosé froze, guilt rushing up like a tide. Her first instinct was to stall, to push it off. “Let’s… let’s wait until Jisoo-unnie comes out. We should all… we should all hear this together.”
Jennie’s gaze lingered on her, sharp and searching, but she only nodded once.
Minutes stretched. The dorm was hushed save for the occasional creak of the heater, the faint sound of Lisa turning over in her sleep. And then Jisoo emerged from the bathroom, hair wrapped in a towel, pajamas loose, face still damp with skincare. She blinked at them, sensing instantly that something was wrong.
“What’s going on?” she asked, settling into the couch.
Rosé’s throat tightened. She sat down opposite, fingers knotting in the fabric of her sweatpants. Jennie sat stiffly beside Jisoo, arms folded, her foot tapping a nervous rhythm against the floor.
Rosé drew in a shaky breath. She didn’t look at Jennie—not yet. Her eyes fell to her lap instead.
“I talked to her. Today. Before the shoot.” Her voice came soft, cracking in places. “She… she told me. About Mina.”
The room seemed to shrink at that name. Jennie stilled, her jaw locking. Jisoo’s expression flickered, some part of her bracing even though she’d already suspected.
“She said Mina doesn’t want her anymore,” Rosé whispered, voice breaking as the memory replayed in her chest. “That Mina found out. About… last year. About…”
Her eyes darted—just for a second—to Jennie. Then back down.
Jennie’s breath caught, shoulders tight as though waiting for a blow.
Rosé pressed her palms together, squeezing until her knuckles whitened. Her breath shook as she searched for the words, almost afraid to give them shape. “From what she said… I think Mina believes it overlapped,” she whispered, finally letting it out. “Like Lisa still had feelings for you, Jennie-unnie, and Mina was just…” She faltered, her throat tightening. “A replacement. Someone she chose because she couldn’t have you.”
The room went still. Even the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen felt louder in the silence that followed.
Rosé’s eyes flicked between her unnies, wide and shimmering. “And Lisa… she doesn’t know how to fix it. She just keeps saying she wants to explain, but Mina won’t answer. Won’t even give her a chance.” Her voice cracked, and she dragged her sleeve across her face like it might steady her. “She’s terrified that Mina thinks she was never first. That she was… never really loved.”
Jennie flinched. The words hit her like a slap, each syllable scraping raw against a wound she’d been trying to bury for months. She wanted to deny it, to tell Rosé she was overthinking, but she couldn’t. Because deep down, Jennie recognized the truth in what she said. If Mina saw the way Lisa used to look at me—the way I still sometimes catch her looking—how could she not believe it?
Her throat burned with guilt. She wrapped her arms tightly around herself, as if she could hide the shaking of her hands. “God…” she whispered, almost too soft to hear. “It’s my fault, isn’t it? If Mina believes that, it’s because of me.”
Jisoo’s sharp inhale cut through the heaviness. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, her eyes steady and unflinching. “No,” she said firmly, her voice carrying a weight that silenced both of them. “Don’t you dare put all of this on yourself, Jennie-ya.”
Jennie’s head snapped toward her, lips parting, but Jisoo shook her head before she could speak. “This isn’t about blame. It’s about timing, about misunderstandings, about Lisa keeping too much locked inside. Mina’s hurt because she doesn’t see the full picture. None of us do. But don’t turn this into you punishing yourself.”
Rosé sniffled beside them, her shoulders curling inward. “Still… it makes sense, unnie. If Mina thinks Lisa’s heart was divided, then of course she’d feel like second place. And Lisa—she’s tearing herself apart because she knows how it looks, and she doesn’t know how to prove otherwise.”
Jennie pressed her fist to her mouth, eyes glistening. She wanted to argue, but she couldn’t. Because Rosé had put into words the very thing she’d been too afraid to admit.
The morning crept in earlier than any of them wanted. The sun hadn’t even cleared the city skyline when alarms started buzzing one after another, dragging the girls from the kind of restless sleep only exhaustion could give. Jisoo groaned into her pillow but rolled out of bed anyway, tugging on a hoodie. Jennie was already awake, hair tied back, eyes sharp with a plan she pretended not to have.
They didn’t announce anything to Lisa. Instead, Jennie and Jisoo shared a quiet look in the kitchen, a silent agreement. Jisoo slipped out first, determined to bring back pastries from the little café Lisa loved but hadn’t been to in months. Jennie lingered only long enough to scribble something on a notepad before pulling on her cap and mask. She knew exactly what she wanted to make—gamjatang, Lisa’s favorite—and they were missing a few ingredients.
By the time Lisa stirred awake, the dorm was oddly quiet. She dragged herself out of bed, hair still damp from the shower she’d barely remembered taking the night before, and shuffled into the living room. The only one there was Rosé, curled on the couch with a blanket thrown over her lap.
Lisa blinked, rubbing her eyes. “Where is everyone?” Her voice was hoarse, half-asleep, half-wrecked.
Rosé looked up, as casual as she could manage. “Unnie went for a walk,” she said, tucking her knees under the blanket. “And Jennie went to grab a few things from her apartment.”
Lisa frowned, caught off guard. “Her apartment?” she repeated slowly, like she hadn’t heard right. “What do you mean… her own apartment?”
Rosé hesitated, biting the inside of her cheek. She hadn’t meant to slip—it was supposed to be simple, light. But Lisa’s eyes, still swollen and red-rimmed from days of tears, pinned her in place. She sighed softly, setting her phone aside. “Yeah… she moved out. Before the break. Right after we got back from Japan, she found a place and settled in.”
Lisa’s confusion deepened, her brows knitting. “And she… never said anything?” Her tone wasn’t angry, just small. Hurt, maybe.
Rosé shook her head gently. “She didn’t make a big deal out of it. But…” She softened, her voice dipping lower. “Seeing you like this? She didn’t even think twice about coming back. She’s been here every night since.”
Lisa’s lips parted, but no sound came out. Her chest tightened with something she couldn’t quite name. She thought of Jennie leaving the van with her, holding the door open like nothing had changed. Thought of the way she hovered without hovering, checking in without prying. The thought that Jennie had quietly moved out months ago but still came back—for her—landed heavy, confusing.
Lisa lowered herself into the chair across from Rosé, her body slumping as if even sitting upright was too much. She crossed her arms tight over her chest, not for warmth but to keep herself from coming undone. Her gaze flicked toward the empty hallway, then back down to the table.
“If she’s got her own place now…” Her voice was quiet, almost bitter. “Why has she been staying here? I know how unnie feels about sleeping in her own bed?”
The words cracked in the air, heavy with suspicion, confusion, something rawer beneath. Rosé’s stomach tightened—because she’d been waiting for this question, because she knew Lisa wasn’t just asking about logistics.
A dozen truths pressed at Rosé’s throat: Because Jennie doesn’t trust you to hold yourself up right now. Because she’d rather give up her bed than leave you drowning in your own silence. Because no matter what happened between you and Mina, Jennie can’t seem to let you go either.
But Rosé bit them back. None of it would land the right way—not when Lisa was still bleeding. So she steadied her voice and simply said, “Because you’re not okay. And she knows it. That’s reason enough.”
Lisa’s jaw tightened, her eyes falling to her hands as she twisted her fingers together. The question she hadn’t asked—can she actually love me back—burned unspoken at the back of her throat, searing her silence.
Lisa wasn’t able to chase the thought any further—the door clicked open, and in came Jisoo with a white paper box balanced carefully in her hands, the scent of butter and sugar spilling into the room. Right behind her was Jennie, arms full of plastic bags, the tops crinkling with every step.
“Maknae-yah,” Jisoo sang lightly, as though the morning hadn’t been dipped in quiet heaviness. “Look what I hunted down for you.” She wiggled the box before setting it on the counter, her smile the kind that dared you not to smile back.
Jennie, though, didn’t linger. She brushed past with a quick glance, already headed toward the kitchen. “Give me twenty minutes,” she said, almost to herself. “We don’t have long.” She tugged ingredients free from the bags—green onions, pork bones, red pepper paste—and moved with the urgency of someone working against time, not sentiment.
Lisa blinked, disoriented. For a second she forgot to stand. Forgot how to breathe right. The sight of Jennie at the stove, sleeves rolled up, hair tied back, was so familiar it tugged at the past like an open wound.
Jisoo nudged her shoulder gently. “Don’t just stand there like a ghost. Go wash up. Both of you.” She flicked her eyes toward Rosé, who was still watching Lisa a little too closely. “Breakfast will be ready when you’re done. Jennie and I have it covered.”
Lisa didn’t argue. She never did with Jisoo when her voice carried that quiet authority. She rose, feet heavy, and let Rosé guide her toward the hall. But even as she moved away, her gaze caught on Jennie—on the way she reached for the ladle, on the way she leaned into the steam curling from the pot.
The second day on set carried the weight of something no camera could capture.
On the surface, it was business as usual. Makeup brushes swept across skin, stylists tugged at sequins and fabrics, managers clicked through schedules on their phones. Blackpink was a machine, well-oiled and polished, and Lisa knew her role better than anyone. She hit her marks with deadly precision. Every pop of her chest, every slice of her arm, every twist of her body landed on the beat with almost mechanical sharpness. The choreographers praised her. The staff nodded in approval.
But her members saw it for what it was: penance.
Lisa wasn’t performing—she was punishing herself. Every move was a lash, every take an exorcism she couldn’t complete. She didn’t stumble once, didn’t laugh when she usually might, didn’t banter with the camera staff who adored her. Behind-the-scenes footage usually captured her as the bright, cheeky maknae, but today she was almost spectral, orbiting the monitors like a ghost of herself. Whenever a cameraman managed to get her in frame, the smile she offered was too quick, too brittle, dissolving the second the lens turned away.
To anyone else, it looked like focus. Dedication. A relentless work ethic.
To her members, it looked like a girl trying to outrun herself.
Hours blurred. Makeup reapplied, hair adjusted, lights changed, scenes reset. And through it all, Lisa carried the hollow weight of Mina’s silence in her chest like a stone. Every thirty minutes, it felt like her hands itched for her phone, like a phantom limb. She knew Mina wouldn’t answer—hadn’t answered, not in days—but the ache to see her name on the screen was unbearable.
By the time the group stumbled back into the green room for a break, Lisa’s body was buzzing, overstimulated and hollow all at once. She slumped into a chair, her muscles coiled tight beneath her skin, and tried to regulate her breathing. Jisoo and Rosé were called away first. Then Jennie drifted toward the sofa across from her, phone in hand, expression casual, unbothered, as if the world hadn’t tilted off its axis months ago.
Lisa stared at the mirror in front of her instead.
Her reflection was a stranger: flawless skin, glittering eyeshadow, lips lined perfectly. But beneath it, she could still see the blotchy red of yesterday’s crying, the exhaustion lining her eyes. She hated it. She hated her.
Her chest twisted. How did Mina know?
The question pulsed like a drumbeat, steady and suffocating.
Was it Jisoo? Had her unnie slipped somehow, meaning well but breaking everything in the process?
Was it Jennie? Did she—without thinking, without realizing—say something to the wrong person?
Or was it her own fault, her own clumsiness, too careless with memories she should have buried deeper?
The guilt was relentless, gnawing at every corner of her. But layered under it was something hotter, sharper: anger. Not at Mina—not exactly. And not just at herself. It had nowhere clean to go, no easy target. But her heart kept circling back to Jennie.
Jennie, sitting across from her, scrolling absently through her phone, thumb flicking against the glass, face lit by the glow. Jennie, who looked calm, composed, untouched by the wreckage Lisa was drowning in. Jennie, who carried secrets in her smile that only Lisa knew.
Lisa clenched her fists against her knees, nails pressing crescents into her palms. She wanted to demand it out loud. Did you tell her? Did you ruin me?
But her throat burned, locking the words inside.
Jennie glanced up once, briefly, as if sensing the weight of Lisa’s stare. Their eyes met, only for a second, but it was enough to knock the air from Lisa’s lungs. Because in that second, she felt the pull again—the one that had undone her last year, the one Mina must have seen through, the one she’d tried to bury but never could.
Her pulse thundered in her ears.
Jennie broke the eye contact first, returning to her phone with the ease of someone who hadn’t just shattered Lisa’s last thread of composure.
Lisa exhaled shakily, her chest caving in.
Why her? Why do I still feel this? Why does it still matter when it’s Mina I love, Mina I want, Mina I’m losing?
The anger tangled with grief, twisting until Lisa didn’t know if she wanted to scream at Jennie, collapse into her, or both. The silence between them thickened, almost alive, vibrating with everything unsaid.
Lisa’s reflection in the mirror blurred. She blinked hard, realizing her eyes had filled with tears again. She dropped her gaze to her hands, squeezing them together, as though holding tight enough might keep her from coming undone in front of Jennie.
The door opened then, sparing her from choosing. Staff poured in with fresh notes, pulling them back into motion, back into choreography, back into the version of themselves the world needed.
The cameras rolled again, bright white lights beating down like interrogation lamps. The four of them took their positions, the music swelling to life.
At first, it seemed smooth—Lisa sharper than ever, her movements hitting every accent like she’d rehearsed them in her sleep. But then it started.
Tiny corrections slipped out of her mouth, low at first, then sharper, louder.
“Rosie, half a beat late on that drop.”
“Jisoo, your arm—higher, it’s supposed to snap here.”
“No, Jennie—your angle’s off. Watch the screen.”
At first, the unnies took it in stride. Lisa was a perfectionist, always had been. But the edge in her tone was different today—less about the dance, more about control, more about needing something, anything, to fix.
The director frowned as another take had to be reset. The crew shifted, restless. Every extra minute stretched the day longer.
And Lisa kept pushing.
Every beat off was a mistake too loud to ignore. Every slip of timing a splinter in her skin. Her words cut sharper with each run, and her own body trembled with the effort of holding it together.
Rosé stole a glance at Jisoo, worry etched in her features. Jisoo glanced at Jennie. Jennie, who hadn’t said a word yet but whose shoulders were wound tight, eyes tracking Lisa’s every movement.
Jennie knew.
She could feel it—Lisa’s anger, Lisa’s grief, the way her gaze lingered too long, almost accusatory. The tension between them was no longer subtle. It was alive, filling the space between every beat of music.
And maybe that’s why Jennie had gone out this morning. Why she’d walked the aisles of that corner market, scanning for the right cut of pork bones, the right greens, clutching the bag like an apology she couldn’t voice. She didn’t know if Lisa would eat it, didn’t even know if she’d care. But Jennie had done it anyway, as if action could patch what her feelings had cracked open years ago.
But watching Lisa now—jaw clenched, barking corrections until her voice grew hoarse—Jennie realized it wasn’t enough.
The track reset again, staff adjusting cameras. The girls shifted back into formation, but this time Jennie raised her hand.
“I’ll handle it,” she said quietly. Her tone left no room for argument.
Rosé and Jisoo exchanged a glance but didn’t stop her.
Jennie walked toward Lisa, slow, deliberate. Lisa was pacing, her chest rising and falling hard, wiping sweat from her forehead though the studio was cool. Her eyes flicked to Jennie, defensive already, as if bracing for another critique.
“Lili,” Jennie said, soft enough that only she could hear. “Can I talk to you for a second.”
The younger girl hesitated, the muscles in her jaw tightening. She wanted to say no, to brush her off and demand another run of the choreography. But the weight in Jennie’s eyes—steady, unflinching—made her pause.
Lisa exhaled sharply, jerking her head toward the side of the studio. “Fine. Two minutes.”
The music cut, staff muttering as the two of them stepped off the floor. The air between them was heavier than the heat of the lights, charged with years of silence and everything Lisa had been too scared to name.
Jennie folded her arms, not in defense, but in a way that kept her own hands from trembling. She could already feel Lisa’s anger coiled tight, waiting to strike.
And maybe she deserved it.
Jennie approached quietly, the sound of her sneakers against the polished floor drowned out by the muffled bass thundering from the studio down the hall. Lisa stood with her arms crossed, back against the wall, eyes locked on the floor as though staring hard enough might make it swallow her whole.
Jennie hesitated, then lowered her voice.
“Hey. You know… if you want to take a break, we can.”
Lisa didn’t move.
Jennie tried again, softer.
“You haven’t been eating. You’re throwing yourself into this so hard that it’s starting to scare people. We’re grateful—you’ve always been the one to push us—but it’s okay to breathe. Just… for a second. A moment.”
Still no reaction. Just the shallow rise and fall of Lisa’s chest.
Jennie’s lips pressed together. She wanted to reach out but didn’t. Instead she whispered, “I don’t know what’s going on with you—you haven’t spoken to me. Not really. But you’re clearly not okay. And that’s okay. We don’t need you to be bulletproof. Just… let yourself rest.”
Lisa’s laugh startled her—sharp, humorless, bitter. She lifted her head finally, her eyes rimmed red, her mouth curled in something that wasn’t a smile.
“Acting like you don’t know exactly what’s going on doesn’t suit you, unnie.”
Jennie flinched. The words cut straight through her composure. Still, she forced herself to exhale, to steady the tremor in her chest.
“Fine,” she said, her voice low but steady. “Then let’s not pretend. I can see it—you’re angry. You’re grieving. You’re hurt. And I get that, Lisa. I do. But what you’re doing—taking it out on the shoot, on the staff, on yourself? That’s not it. Those people out there have been working as hard as we have, and they deserve rest too. And you—” Jennie’s throat tightened, but she pushed through it, “—you starving yourself, driving yourself into the ground isn’t going to make the pain disappear.”
Lisa’s jaw flexed, eyes burning, but she stayed silent.
Jennie stepped closer, her voice dropping to almost a whisper.
“So if you need someone to blame, if you need to unload all of that somewhere—then do it on me. Blame me.”
The words landed like glass shattering between them.
Lisa blinked slowly, her lips parting. For one fragile moment, the tears fought to spill over. But instead of breaking, she swallowed them down like poison. Because she could hear the layers in Jennie’s voice—the guilt, the plea, the desperate need to be punished so she could feel absolved.
And it made something inside Lisa twist, ugly and hot.
Of course Jennie would say that.
Of course Jennie would make it about taking the weight, about being strong enough to carry it, about trying to ease Lisa’s pain by placing it on herself.
But Lisa didn’t want to give her that. Didn’t want to hand her the satisfaction of feeling like she’d done something right in the wake of everything she’d done wrong.
Lisa’s voice came out flat, her accent heavier than usual.
“I’ll make note of that.”
Her words were brittle, sharp enough to draw blood.
She pushed off the wall and strode past her, every step fast and deliberate, carrying her back toward the glaring lights of the studio, toward the only place she could burn herself out until there was nothing left to feel.
Jennie stayed rooted in place. Her throat closed around the words she couldn’t say—I didn’t want it to be like this. I never wanted you to bleed for my mistakes. But the hallway swallowed her silence whole, leaving her with nothing but the echo of Lisa’s retreating steps and the sting of her own guilt pressing like a bruise against her ribs.
Lisa’s footsteps echoed against the studio floor as she walked back in, head high, face set in stone. The staff straightened, dancers shuffled into place, and cameras buzzed back to life. The air was tight, every pair of eyes flicking toward her, waiting for some sign, some cue, but Lisa didn’t waver. She strode to her mark, rolled her shoulders back, and stared ahead at her reflection in the mirrored wall.
Not a word. Not a quip. Not even a glance at the others.
Rosé shifted nervously, catching Jisoo’s eye across the room. Jennie was still absent. It felt like the beat of a song was missing, throwing off the rhythm of everything.
Then, about thirty seconds later, Jennie entered. Her expression was unreadable, not stormy, not calm, just… layered. A mask over a mask. She looked at Jisoo, then Rosé, but didn’t say a word.
The director clapped. “Alright, let’s run it again.”
And they did.
Lisa gave nothing away this time. No comments about timing, no sharp corrections, no restless critiques. Just silence. She moved with perfect sharpness, body hitting every angle, every count, as though her bones had memorized the song better than her mind. But it was mechanical, stripped of spark. Every turn of her wrist, every kick of her leg was a blow struck against herself.
The hour dragged. Sweat slicked their skin, breaths came heavy, but Lisa kept going. Kept pushing. Kept bleeding her fury and grief into the dance until it was almost frightening to watch.
By the time the clock struck three, exhaustion weighed heavy over the room. The director finally called cut, dismissing them with a satisfied clap, and the staff scattered to pack up.
In the dressing room, the four girls moved wordlessly through the motions of gathering their things. Lisa didn’t linger, didn’t joke, didn’t wait. She was the first one out the door, bag slung over her shoulder like she couldn’t get away fast enough.
The others exchanged looks the moment she was gone—knowing, uneasy, helpless.
When they piled into the van, Jisoo was the first to notice the empty seat. Her voice cut through the quiet.
“Where’s Lisa?”
The manager, scrolling through his tablet, barely looked up. “She asked to be taken back to her apartment.”
For a moment, no one spoke. The hum of the engine filled the silence.
Then Jennie exhaled sharply, the curse slipping past her lips like smoke.
“Fuck.”
Rosé looked at her, her chest heavy, but Jennie just leaned back against the seat, eyes shut tight, as though bracing herself for a storm that was already breaking.
The next morning, Lisa moved like someone who hadn’t slept.
She slipped into the van with her hood pulled low, her face unreadable, her body folded small against the corner seat. No earbuds, no scrolling through her phone like she usually did, no soft humming under her breath. Just stillness. Her hands rested loosely in her lap, fingers twitching every now and then like she was holding back the urge to move.
The van felt wrong without her chatter, without her teasing Jisoo about her morning face or nudging Rosé to share whatever snack she’d smuggled on board. Even Jennie, who was usually content with silence, found herself sneaking glances at Lisa, unsettled by how far away she looked.
When they reached the studio, Lisa bowed politely to the staff, thanked the stylists, and answered every question with quiet, practiced efficiency. But it was the bare minimum. She didn’t linger in conversation. She didn’t laugh when one of the makeup artists accidentally dropped a brush. She didn’t even tease Rosé for almost tripping over the hem of her own sweats.
She just sat, still and hollow-eyed, while they painted her face, combed through her hair.
But the moment the director called for energy, Lisa flipped a switch. On stage, she was sharp, flawless, magnetic. Every move landed clean. Every beat was on time. She even clapped the backup dancers on the back, flashing her camera smile, hyping them with practiced words.
And the second the cameras cut, she went quiet again, folding into herself like a shadow no one could touch.
By their first break, Jisoo couldn’t stand it anymore. She slipped into the seat beside her, nudging her arm lightly.
“They’ve got the good coffee today,” she offered with a half-smile. “Want me to grab you one?”
Lisa blinked, as though surfacing from underwater. Her voice was flat, distant.
“No, unnie. I’m fine.”
Nothing more.
Later, Rosé made her own attempt. She sat cross-legged on the floor beside Lisa’s chair, phone in hand.
“Look at this,” she said, pulling up a clip of one of the dancers tripping over his shoelaces. Her laugh was bright, desperate to spark something. “Tell me that’s not the cutest fall you’ve ever seen.”
Lisa’s lips twitched into the faintest curve—so fragile Rosé almost convinced herself she imagined it.
“Cute,” Lisa murmured. Just one word.
And then her eyes went distant again.
Jennie kept her distance all morning. She could feel the tension radiating off Lisa, not like fire anymore but like smoke—thick, suffocating, impossible to ignore. Jennie wanted to walk over, to try, but she held herself back. She knew Lisa wasn’t ready. Or maybe Lisa would never be ready, at least not with her.
By early afternoon, the weight of Lisa’s silence had become part of the rhythm of the set. Staff stopped expecting chatter from her. They praised her professionalism instead—her sharpness, her dedication, her consistency.
“Lisa never misses a beat,” the director said once, shaking his head in admiration. “Always reliable.”
The unnies exchanged glances behind his back. Reliable wasn’t the word. Punishing herself was closer to it.
When the cameras rolled again, Lisa gave herself to the performance like her life depended on it. Her body was fire, her face untouchable. She danced like she had something to prove—like perfection was the only thing holding her together.
And when the cameras cut, she sank back into stillness, quiet and hollow.
At one point, Rosé returned from grabbing water and found her staring at the wall, completely still. Not checking her phone, not doodling in the corners of her notebook, not doing anything. Just staring.
“Lili,” Rosé said gently, crouching down beside her. “You hungry? I can grab something for you.”
Lisa shook her head. “I’ll eat later.”
But they both knew later never came.
By the evening, the exhaustion was written into her face. Dark smudges under her eyes, lips pressed tight, shoulders stiff. Yet she never once complained, never asked for a break. She moved on autopilot, as though the only thing keeping her upright was the schedule itself.
The other girls tried again and again—small questions, soft invitations.
“You okay?” from Jisoo.
“Want to sit with us?” from Rosé.
Each time, Lisa gave them clipped answers. “I’m fine.” “Not now.”
Jennie didn’t try at all. She watched from across the room, biting back every word that rose to her lips. She wanted to say she was sorry, wanted to tell Lisa not to carry this weight alone, wanted to explain. But the set wasn’t the place, and Lisa’s silence was a wall she didn’t dare push against.
By the time the clock neared midnight, the crew was winding down. Lisa stood off to the side, hands resting loosely on her knees, gaze vacant. And yet when the director called for one more take, she nodded, stepped forward, and delivered perfection again.
When it ended, she bowed politely, whispered thanks to the staff, and retreated without another word.
To everyone else, she looked like a professional—an idol giving her all.
But to the three girls who knew her best, she looked like someone who had given too much of herself already.
The dorm felt heavier without Lisa’s things scattered in the corners, without the thrum of her laughter spilling down the hallway. She had officially gone back to her own apartment, and though they all pretended to understand, it sat in their chests like failure.
Dinner was quiet, the three of them pushing food around their plates. Jisoo eventually set her chopsticks down with a sigh that carried more weight than words.
“So… what do we do now?”
Rosé glanced between her unnies, lips pressing into a line. She hesitated, then admitted softly, “The only thing Lisa wants… is to talk to Mina. Everything else is just noise to her right now.”
Jisoo rubbed her temple, leaning back. “And how exactly are we supposed to manage that? Mina’s in her own world, and Lisa can’t even get a call through. We don’t have that kind of reach.”
Silence settled over the table. Rosé fiddled with the rim of her glass, unsure of what else to say. Jisoo looked tired, but there was a sharpness in her eyes, the kind that came from wanting to protect someone you couldn’t reach.
And Jennie—Jennie said nothing at all.
She sat perfectly still, eyes lowered, pretending to focus on the half-eaten rice in her bowl. But inside, gears were already turning. A plan was stitching itself together, quiet and reckless. She couldn’t look at either of them, not when the truth burned so hot in her chest. Not when part of her already knew what had to be done.
When they exchanged muted goodnights and retreated to their rooms, Jennie lay on her back, staring at the ceiling. The apartment felt suffocating, the silence pressing down on her ribs. She counted the minutes, waiting for the others to fall fully asleep.
Thirty minutes passed. She slipped out of bed.
Her disguise was simple but thorough: oversized hoodie pulled low, mask snug across her face, cap hiding her eyes. She moved like a shadow, slipping past the door with the practiced ease of someone used to hiding in plain sight. Her phone buzzed in her palm as she called a ride, the address already etched into her memory.
Twice’s building.
The city blurred past the car windows, neon bleeding into the night. Jennie’s heartbeat matched the rhythm of the passing lights. It was reckless. Dangerous. If she was caught, it would explode into a storm she couldn’t contain. But she couldn’t care about that now. Not when Lisa was breaking. Not when Mina was the key to everything, and Jennie might be the only one bold—or guilty—enough to face her.
When the car stopped, Jennie pulled her hood lower, mask tighter. She kept her head down, slipping through the shadows until she reached the familiar door. Her hand trembled as she rang the bell once. Twice. Three times.
For a moment, there was only silence. And then, finally, the door unlocked.
Jennie’s chest tightened as it creaked open.
Jihyo stood there, eyes widening in disbelief as recognition cut through her tired expression.
“Unnie?”
And the night hung in suspension, sharp as glass, waiting to shatter.
Chapter 39: comes out
Chapter Text
Jihyo stood there, eyes widening in disbelief as recognition cut through her tired expression.
“Unnie?” Her voice cracked, soft, unguarded.
The word hung between them like a shard of glass—sharp, fragile, threatening to break the silence of the dorm.
Jennie tugged her mask lower, the brim of her cap shadowing her eyes. Her voice came quiet, almost breaking. “Can I… come in?”
For a moment, Jihyo didn’t move. She simply stared, her mind catching up to what her eyes were telling her. Then, almost mechanically, she stepped aside. Jennie slipped in quickly, closing the door with care as though any sound might shatter what little permission she’d been granted.
She paused in the entryway, her gaze falling on the neat row of shoes by the door—different sizes, different colors, worn down by countless stages and rehearsals. Her chest tightened. She could practically hear the ghosts of laughter that belonged here, imagine the kind of peace Mina retreated to when the world became too much.
It only made the ache sharper.
“Here,” Jihyo murmured, motioning toward the living room.
Jennie followed her into the dimly lit space. The clock on the wall ticked quietly; the fridge hummed in the distance. The rest of the dorm was still, asleep. Jennie stood awkwardly at first, hands buried deep in her jacket pockets, before lowering herself onto the couch.
Jihyo sat across from her, studying her with a carefulness that made Jennie’s skin prickle. The leader’s eyes were sharper now, the fog of sleep fully gone. “Is everything… okay?”
Jennie swallowed hard, her voice shaky but resolute. “Can I talk to Mina?”
The words hit like a gunshot muffled by silence.
Jihyo froze, her whole body going rigid. Her lips parted, then closed again, her mind clearly racing. For a long moment, the only sound was the faint tick-tick-tick of the clock.
When she spoke, her voice was low, measured. “You show up here, in the middle of the night, asking for her…” She shook her head once, as though trying to piece together the edges of a puzzle. “You need to tell me what this is about.”
Jennie’s throat burned. She pressed her hands together tightly in her lap. “Please,” she whispered. “Let me explain. Just… not here. Not now. I’ll say whatever you need me to say, but right now—please, I just need to see her.”
Jihyo stood abruptly, her chair scraping faintly against the floor. “Water,” she muttered, disappearing into the kitchen.
Jennie stayed still, her heart hammering in her ears, her mind rehearsing everything she could say and everything she shouldn’t. Her legs bounced with restless energy. The weight of the dorm pressed down on her—the knowledge that behind every door was another member who could wake at any sound, who could discover her.
The thought almost made her laugh. Jennie Kim, creeping into Twice’s dorm like a thief in the night.
But the desperation in her chest was louder than her fear.
Jihyo returned with two glasses of water, her movements brisk, controlled. She set one in front of Jennie, kept the other for herself, and sank back into her seat.
Jennie’s hands shook slightly as she lifted the glass, drinking if only to keep her mouth from trembling. The water was cold, grounding, but it didn’t wash away the weight on her chest.
“I know this is insane,” Jennie started, setting the glass down with a quiet clink. Her voice wavered, but she forced herself to meet Jihyo’s eyes. “I know what it looks like. And I know it’s three in the morning. But I can’t keep watching her—watching Lisa—waste away like this. She’s not eating, she’s not sleeping. She’s… she’s slipping. And she won’t let anyone in. Not me, not the others. The only person she wants to talk to is Mina.”
Her words cracked, but the plea beneath them was raw, urgent.
Jihyo’s expression softened for just a fraction, though suspicion still lingered in her eyes. She leaned back, crossing her arms, studying Jennie like she was trying to read between her silences.
“And why,” Jihyo said slowly, “do you think she won’t let anyone else in?”
Jennie’s lips parted, but no words came. Her throat tightened. She had no answer—at least, not one she could give without unraveling everything.
The silence grew heavier, almost suffocating.
Finally, Jihyo exhaled, long and tired. “Stay here.”
Jennie’s pulse quickened. She nodded once, too quickly, as Jihyo rose again.
The older girl walked down the hall, her footsteps muted against the floor. Jennie sat frozen on the couch, staring into the darkness of the dorm. Each second stretched unbearably long, every creak of the building sharpening her nerves.
She clasped her hands together, pressing her thumbs hard against each other, grounding herself. She wanted to close her eyes, but she didn’t dare. Not when she was this close.
Jihyo stopped in front of a door. Knocked gently. Waited.
Jennie held her breath.
And then, quietly, Jihyo slipped inside.
Jennie couldn’t hear what was said, only the faintest murmur of voices through the wall, indistinguishable, like secrets too far away. She leaned forward on the couch, every nerve straining.
The seconds dragged on. A door hinge creaked.
And Jennie knew—Mina was coming.
The second-to-last day of shooting began with a fracture.
The van was ready, the staff already restless, and still, Jennie hadn’t come down. Jisoo had gone first, rapping on her door with the firm authority of an older sister. “Jennie-yah, let’s go. We’re late.” Silence. She tried again, louder this time, until her knuckles ached from knocking. Nothing.
Rosé tried next, her voice soft, coaxing. “Unnie, please… we really have to go.” Still, no answer.
It wasn’t until Alison, her manager, came up from the van that the door even rattled. “Go ahead,” Alison said to the others, her voice clipped with irritation. “I’ll deal with it. She’ll get there.”
So, they left without her.
When Jennie finally arrived at the studio, it was already too late not to notice. Hair slightly mussed, eyeliner only half set, her apology tumbled out before she could even catch her breath. “I’m sorry. I overslept. I’ll make it up.” She bowed deeply to the staff, to the director, to anyone whose eyes lingered.
Oversleeping was plausible. Understandable, even. But there was something about the hollow tiredness in her eyes, the way she avoided Jisoo’s stare, the way Rosé’s worry went unanswered—that hinted at something more.
She didn’t let them ask. She slipped into the makeup chair, her reflection swallowing her whole.
Today was mostly individual shots, which meant long waiting periods for the rest of the group. Jennie slipped easily into the rhythm of pretending—laugh when spoken to, nod when directed, keep the silence otherwise.
And then she heard it.
Not loud, not the kind of laugh that used to ripple across an entire room, but soft. Tentative. Lisa’s laugh.
Jennie’s chest tightened.
When she finally looked up, she found Lisa sitting with Jisoo and Rosé, the faintest smile tugging at her lips. It wasn’t whole—it wasn’t radiant—but it was there, the ghost of what it used to be. Rosé had leaned in close, whispering something that earned a tiny curve at the corner of Lisa’s mouth. Jisoo followed, brushing imaginary dust off her jacket with a teasing flick.
And Jennie? Jennie just stood there, suddenly outside of it all.
Her heart clenched, not because Lisa was smiling, but because she wasn’t smiling at her. Because maybe it was easier this way—maybe her absence was the balm. Maybe Lisa only found space to breathe when she wasn’t there to suffocate her with guilt.
Jennie looked down at her hands, balled tightly in her lap. A knot of guilt pressed against her ribs.
When Lisa took her mark in front of the camera, Jennie couldn’t stop watching. Every movement Lisa made was razor-sharp, clean to the point of perfection. But Jennie saw it—the control, the restraint. Lisa wasn’t performing to shine. She was performing to survive, to hold herself together, to carve order out of chaos.
The staff clapped politely when the director called cut. Lisa bowed, murmured thanks, and stepped back.
Rosé leaned in again, whispering something that drew the barest flicker of a smile. Jisoo brushed Lisa’s bangs from her face, careful, tender.
Jennie turned away, heat rising to her eyes.
Whatever last night had been—whatever risk she had taken sneaking into that other dorm, begging at someone else’s door—it hadn’t changed anything. Or maybe it had, but not in the way she hoped.
Lisa was smiling again.
But Jennie couldn’t tell if it was relief in her absence or punishment in her presence.
The next group scene was set under blinding white lights, the kind that made every flaw, every breath, impossible to hide.
They were all called back onto the soundstage, the dancers taking their places first before the director waved the girls to the center. Lisa had been glowing—not bright, not like before, but softly, like the faint flicker of a candle that refused to die. A smile, a small one, still lingered at the corners of her mouth as Rosé looped her arm through hers, whispering something about coffee after this was all over. Jisoo clapped her hands together, rallying the group, her voice warm and grounding.
And then Jennie walked in.
It was subtle at first—the way Lisa’s body tensed, her posture sharpening like glass. The candle snuffed out in an instant. The faint curve of her lips flattened, the air around her cooling.
Jennie felt it. God, she felt it like a weight pressing into her chest.
She took her mark beside Lisa, the way she had hundreds of times before, but the distance between them was suddenly a canyon. Jennie could hear her own pulse in her ears, could feel the ghost of what Lisa’s smile had been only moments earlier, gone now, as if her presence had stolen it away.
The director called for playback. The opening notes of How You Like That filled the space, thunderous, alive.
Lisa danced like her body was a weapon, each movement carved with precision so sharp it almost hurt to watch. She didn’t miss a beat, didn’t falter, didn’t even blink—but there was no joy in it. No spark. Only discipline. Only survival.
Jennie moved beside her, their energies once seamless, now jarring. She could feel Lisa’s refusal to meet her eyes, the invisible wall she’d erected. Every time their formations shifted, bringing them closer, Jennie swore she could feel the recoil, like Lisa’s very skin was rejecting her.
The director yelled cut. Applause again.
Lisa bowed low, then stepped back immediately, head down, towel pulled to her face before anyone could look too closely. She took her water bottle and moved to the corner of the stage, alone.
Rosé and Jisoo both exchanged a look—worried, knowing—but didn’t move toward her. Not yet.
Jennie stood in place, chest heaving, watching the faint shadow of the girl who used to laugh the loudest, the brightest. The girl who used to lean into her shoulder without hesitation. Now she wouldn’t even stand near her.
The truth sat like a stone in her throat: Lisa’s light didn’t just dim.
It disappeared the second Jennie walked in.
The first verse and chorus wrapped cleanly, the music cutting off with the final beat as the director raised his hand.
“Good. Very good,” he said, stepping forward, his voice carrying over the cooling speakers. “Do you want to see playback? Just to check if we’ll need reshoots or if this take’s strong enough?”
The crew began resetting equipment, stylists fluttered around with towels, and the girls followed the director toward the glowing monitors. Their reflection shimmered back at them through the screen: four fierce silhouettes, cutting through smoke and light with practiced precision.
To an outsider, it was flawless. Powerful. Exactly what Blackpink was supposed to look like.
But to them—it was fragile.
Lisa stood with her arms crossed tight against her ribs, the towel hanging from her neck as though she’d forgotten it was there. The Lisa on the monitor was all fire—razor-sharp, magnetic—but the Lisa standing here looked hollowed, her edges softened by exhaustion and something heavier. Even Rosé, who had been careful not to hover, caught the vacancy in her eyes. Jisoo too, her brow knitting as she glanced sideways at the maknae.
Jennie, though, didn’t look at the monitor at all. She only looked at Lisa. She noticed the tremor in her hands as she twisted her water bottle cap. The shallow rise and fall of her chest, too quick for someone who had danced this routine a thousand times. The absence of light—that spark Jennie had relied on since the beginning.
And then Alice stepped in.
She leaned in close, murmuring something too low for the others to hear, her hand hovering gently over Lisa’s arm.
Whatever she said landed hard. Lisa’s head turned, her lips parting, and Jennie—standing nearest—caught it clear:
“I want to return the call now.”
The words lodged deep in Jennie’s stomach. She felt her pulse in her throat. The call. She didn’t need to guess. She knew. And if she was right, that call only existed because of last night—because she herself had stood outside Twice’s building, rung their bell until Jihyo opened the door. Because she had begged to see Mina.
Nobody else knew. To the others, it was just a vague, urgent phone call Lisa wanted to make. But to Jennie, the pieces fit together too neatly. The timing. The shift. If Mina had called—or even been willing to leave the door cracked open—it was because Jennie had pried it that way.
Alice shook her head softly, her words like a tether. “Not now. Soon. On break, maybe during individuals. But not now. Don’t hold production back.”
Lisa’s jaw worked, the muscles tense like she was ready to argue, but then she nodded, slow and small. And then, in a move that startled even the staff lingering nearby, she turned and hugged Alice.
It wasn’t casual. It wasn’t polite. It was clinging, desperate, as though Alice were the only solid ground left under her. Alice held her, smoothing a hand briefly across her back, whispering something meant only for her.
Jennie’s stomach twisted. Watching Lisa’s arms tighten around Alice was unbearable—not because she resented it, but because she understood. Lisa was hanging by threads, waiting for a voice on the other end of the line. And Jennie knew, with a bitter taste in her mouth, that she was part of why that voice had gone silent in the first place.
Rosé stood very still at Jennie’s side, eyes darting but never settling, as though afraid to intrude. Jisoo’s gaze lingered on the hug too, suspicion flickering across her features. But neither of them asked. No one asked.
The monitors played back on loop: Lisa fierce, invincible, burning under stage lights. But standing here, Lisa looked like she could collapse with the wrong gust of air.
Jennie turned away, guilt pressing like a bruise in her chest. She was the only one who knew what might have sparked that call. She was the only one who understood how close Lisa might be to breaking. And worst of all—if Mina didn’t answer, if she refused—Jennie wasn’t sure Lisa would survive the weight of it.
The room went back to motion around them. Stylists adjusted costumes. Staff checked lighting. The director asked about angles. But Jennie barely heard any of it. Her eyes flicked once more toward Lisa, who stood rigid beside Alice, her arms crossed again, waiting for the next cue.
And in her silence, Jennie kept the secret—that the call Lisa was clinging to so fiercely might never have existed without her.
The break didn’t come.
Not at seven. Not at nine. The hours bled together under the searing white lights of the set, each run-through stretching thinner and thinner over the girls’ shoulders. The director pressed for more takes, more angles, every detail tweaked until exhaustion was stitched into their bones.
Water breaks came, quick and strict—five minutes, a bottle in their hand, phones still locked away. Meals were no different: quick trays of food slid in front of them like offerings to keep them upright. It was all routine, all protocol, and normally Lisa could take it. But tonight, each minute stretched her tighter, every denial of her phone felt like another hand pressing against her chest, keeping her from breathing.
The call pulsed in her head like a second heartbeat.
By eleven, the group shots were finally finished, the director’s voice carrying the promise of relief. “Individual shoots now. Who wants to start?”
Before anyone else could open their mouth, Lisa stepped forward.
“Me.”
Her tone was clipped, almost too fast, and it drew the faintest flicker of surprise from the staff. But no one questioned it. They nodded, shifting equipment, setting up lights.
She moved toward the side of the studio where the exit door stood. She could already feel the weight of her phone in her hand, even though it wasn’t there yet. Alice’s eyes tracked her, and without needing to speak, she pressed the device into Lisa’s palm as she passed by. A silent exchange, private, almost sacred.
And then Lisa was outside.
The January air slammed into her lungs like ice. It cut across her skin, needling under her thin shirt, biting into her arms. She didn’t care. She barely noticed. Her fingers shook not from cold but from adrenaline as she unlocked her phone, the screen too bright in the dark.
Her breath puffed white in front of her as she scrolled, thumb hovering over the name she’d stared at a thousand times these past few days. Mina.
Her chest constricted.
It didn’t matter if the call went to voicemail. It didn’t matter if Mina didn’t pick up. All she wanted—all she needed—was the sound of her voice. Proof she was still there, still real, that Lisa hadn’t imagined their years together, hadn’t loved a ghost.
She pressed call.
The dial tone rang into the night, thin and cruel, stretching seconds into centuries.
Her other hand gripped the railing beside the door, knuckles whitening, legs trembling as she whispered to herself, “Please. Please just answer. Just once.”
Behind her, faintly through the door, she could hear movement—Rosé’s laugh, Jisoo’s voice calling for water, the shuffle of staff preparing for her solo shots. The world kept moving. But here, outside in the dark, Lisa’s entire universe narrowed to the ringing in her ear.
And the unbearable silence on the other end.
The dial tone kept ringing, each beat a knife sawing through her nerves. Lisa closed her eyes, forehead pressing against the cold metal of the railing, whispering under her breath like a prayer.
Please, please, just once…
And then—
“Hello?”
The single word split the night wide open. Lisa’s eyes snapped open, her chest heaving like she’d been underwater too long. For a second she thought she had imagined it, conjured Mina’s voice out of the wind and the hunger in her chest.
But no. It was real. Soft. Fragile. Carried through the phone like glass.
Lisa’s knees nearly buckled. She pressed the phone tighter against her ear, her throat already burning. “Mina… oh my god—baby.” The word slipped out raw, automatic, aching. “I—thank you. Thank you for answering. I didn’t—I thought—” Her breath hitched into a half-sob, half-laugh.
Mina didn’t respond right away. The silence on the other end wasn’t sharp or cruel; it was heavy, careful, like she was holding something in her hands she didn’t want to drop. And then, finally:
“Lisa.”
Her name. Nothing else. But the way Mina said it—it wasn’t anger. It wasn’t cold. It was pain, threaded so thin Lisa could almost see it unraveling between them.
It gutted her.
Lisa turned her face into her shoulder, squeezing her eyes shut, trying to steady herself against the rush of emotions. She wanted to fall to her knees right there in the snow-dusted parking lot. “I’m so sorry,” she choked out, words tumbling. “I wanted to explain, I was trying—I swear I was trying. Thank you for calling me—I’m sorry I couldn’t—They wouldn’t let me touch my phone, and every second felt like dying, Mina. I just—” Her voice cracked, breaking under the weight. “I didn’t want to lose you like this.”
A soft inhale on the other end, shaky but restrained. Mina wasn’t trying to hurt her; Lisa could hear that. But she was hurt, still bleeding, and the tenderness of her restraint made it cut deeper.
“Why now?” Mina’s voice wavered, barely above a whisper. “After everything… why is did it have to take all of this for you to just be honest with me?”
Lisa’s free hand clawed into her own chest as if she could dig the answer out of her ribs. She swallowed hard, blinking fast as tears slipped hot down her face. “Because you’re everything. Because I was stupid—I thought I had time. I thought… when the schedules calmed down, when things made sense, I’d sit you down and tell you everything. The truth. And now—” She dragged in a ragged breath. “Now it looks like I lied. Like I made you… second. And that’s killing me, Mina. I swear to you, you were never second.”
The quiet on the line stretched again. Lisa could hear the faintest hitch in Mina’s breathing, like she was trying not to cry.
“Mina…” Lisa pressed her fist against her lips, shaking. “Please. I just need you to believe me. Just once more. Please.”
For a long moment, Mina said nothing. But her silence wasn’t the absence Lisa had been drowning in—it was presence. Painful, yes, but present. Mina hadn’t hung up.
And for Lisa, that sliver of mercy was enough to keep her standing in the cold, praying the line wouldn’t break.
There was silence at first. Not the comfortable kind they used to share when words weren’t needed—when Lisa would simply listen to Mina’s breathing as proof of the world’s gentleness—but a silence stretched taut, trembling like a string about to snap. Lisa clung to it anyway, because silence meant Mina was still there. Still on the other end.
Then Mina spoke, and her voice was soft, yes, but not in the way that soothed. It was soft the way glass is before it shatters—thin, brittle, dangerous.
“This past week has been the worst pain of my life,” she whispered. “And I’ve had pain, Lisa. You know that. But this… this doesn’t compare.”
Lisa squeezed her eyes shut, pressing her knuckles against her lips. She wanted to argue, to cut in—but her throat locked up.
“You told me,” Mina went on, her breath shaky but her words sure, “to always communicate with you. And I did. Every fear, every worry, I laid them out. I trusted you. You were the last person I ever thought would hurt me like this.”
Lisa bent forward, elbows on her knees, the January night sharp against her skin. The words weren’t accusations—they were truths, unrelenting, steady as snowfall.
“And we had that talk, remember? About being honest. About not pretending the past didn’t exist. About not trying to erase other people. But that’s exactly how this feels, Lisa.” Mina’s voice hitched. “Like I was painted over someone else. Like I was… a replacement. A shadow.”
Lisa’s stomach dropped. She gripped her phone so tightly her hand ached. “Mina, no—”
But Mina didn’t let her. “I wouldn’t have cared, Lisa. Truly. About how you felt about her. I could have handled it. If you’d just told me. If you’d trusted me enough to be honest. But after last night—”
Lisa’s head snapped up. “Last night? What happened last night?”
Her voice cracked like thunder.
On the other end, Mina exhaled, a sound that carried more weight than words. “Jennie-unnie came to our dorm.”
The name ripped through Lisa’s chest. Her blood roared in her ears. “She did what?!” Her voice shot up, raw, furious. The winter air fogged around her lips, but the cold couldn’t douse the fire clawing up her throat.
“Lisa, wait,” Mina said quickly, almost pleading. “Let me finish. I don’t know the full story between you and her. But I know this much—it isn’t something you can erase. It isn’t something you bury. It’s a scar. You can cover it, hide it, pretend it’s gone, but it’s still there. It’s always there. Part of you.”
Lisa staggered back a step, the words slicing through her. She wanted to scream that Mina was wrong, that Mina was everything, but even in her fury she knew Mina wasn’t wrong. Jennie wasn’t something she could erase. Jennie was a wound that had never fully healed.
“And I’m not the one who should tell you everything she said,” Mina continued, her voice quieter now, almost tender. “That’s between you two. But I’ll tell you this—and please believe me when I say there’s no malice in it.” She paused, and Lisa felt her heart brace against the silence. “What you and I had was beautiful. It was good, Lisa. Like a first love should be. Thank you for giving me that. For teaching me what it feels like to love someone. To love myself.”
The words were kindness, but they gutted Lisa all the same. Tears spilled down her cheeks, and she bit hard into her lip to keep quiet.
“But it’s clear now,” Mina whispered, almost as if she was breaking herself open to set Lisa free. “You already have your first love. And you deserve to fight for it. Because after last night…” she faltered, her breath catching, “after last night, I don’t think she’s going to keep waiting. Even though it breaks her. Even though she saw us together, and it must’ve felt like dying for her—she was willing to let you go. Willing to let you be happy. Even if it meant losing you.”
Lisa’s entire body shook. She wanted to scream that Mina was wrong, that Jennie wasn’t—
But Mina kept going, her voice steady with the kind of strength born only from heartbreak. “So… for now, I think we need to let go. We were friends first. Maybe one day we’ll be friends again. But right now, time needs to do its work.”
The air left Lisa’s lungs, her body folding as though Mina had struck her.
“I hope you finally listen to your heart,” Mina said softly. “Instead of trying to prove it wrong.”
And then—quiet.
“Mina?” Lisa croaked, her voice breaking. But the line had already gone dead.
The world around her kept moving. The studio lights glared against the night, the hum of engines on the nearby road pulsed steady, but Lisa stood in the middle of it all hollowed out, gutted.
She sank down on the steps, the phone limp in her hand. The January cold crawled into her bones. The wind clawed at her damp cheeks, but she couldn’t bring herself to wipe the tears. The cold outside wasn’t what froze her—it was the cold inside, the kind that burrows deep and stays. The kind you can’t shake, no matter how many blankets you throw over it.
Mina had taken the warmth with her.
And Jennie—Jennie, who had been both wound and salve, curse and cure—remained a ghost Lisa couldn’t exorcise. The cruelest part of it all was that Mina was right. What they’d had was amazing. Beautiful. Necessary. And maybe that was the problem: beauty doesn’t stop pain. Sometimes it makes it sharper.
Lisa tilted her head back, staring up at the washed-out Seoul sky, and thought bitterly that the stars looked as far away as Mina felt.
FLASHBACK
Jennie knew—Mina was coming.
The door creaked open, and Mina stepped into the hall, still wrapped in a blanket, her hair tousled, her eyes hazy from sleep. She blinked against the light, her body moving on autopilot—until she saw who was waiting in the living room.
She froze.
The blanket slipped a little from her shoulders. Her breath caught audibly in her throat.
Jennie rose halfway from the couch without meaning to, her mask tugged low, her cap pulled down, but her face was still unmistakable. The silence was so sharp it cut.
Jihyo’s voice cracked the stillness. “I’ll give you two some space.”
And just like that, she was gone—leaving Mina rooted in place and Jennie drowning in the weight of her stare.
Jennie’s chest constricted, her voice scraping its way out. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, trembling. “For coming here. For waking you. But—”
“Unnie.” Mina’s voice sliced clean through hers, low but unyielding. She shook her head once, her lips pressing into a thin, trembling line. “Whatever you think you need to say, I don’t want to hear it. I’m sure you and Lisa can figure—”
“Mina, please.” Jennie’s words tumbled out before she could stop them. She leaned forward, her voice cracking under the weight. “She is breaking without you. Do you understand? She’s not eating. She’s working herself until her body can’t keep up. She won’t talk to anyone. Not me. Not Jisoo. Not Rosé. No one. The only person she’s begging for is you.”
Her throat locked, but she forced the words out, each one heavier than the last. “And I can’t keep watching her die like this in front of me.”
Mina’s fingers tightened around the edge of her blanket. Her face twisted, and for a second she looked like she might scream—or collapse.
“I’m sorry,” Jennie continued, her voice breaking open now, raw and frantic. “I’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you. For what I’ve done to her. I never meant—God, I never meant for it to be like this. But clinging to something she’s tried so hard to bury—it’s destroying her. And me being near her only makes it worse.”
Mina let out a small, bitter laugh that sounded nothing like laughter. Her eyes glistened, sharp with unshed tears. “That’s the problem, unnie. She hasn’t buried it. She hasn’t let you go. And she never will.”
Jennie’s breath stuttered. “Mina—”
“No!” Mina’s voice cracked like lightning in the still dorm, sharp and shaking. “No matter how much she tells herself she’s moved on, she hasn’t. I was there when you changed your mind. It broke her, yet no matter how much it did--she couldn’t. And I—” her chest heaved, her words spilling like confession, “I was never enough. Not when every part of her heart still belonged to you.”
Jennie’s eyes blurred, her chest collapsing inward. “That’s not true—”
“Look at yourself!” Mina’s voice tore open, rising, ragged and broken. “Look at what you’re doing right now. You’re here. In our dorm. At three in the morning. Fighting for her. Not even for yourself—but for her. You’re asking me to take her back because you know she’s dying without me. Do you know what that looks like to me? Do you know how impossible it is to compete with that? With you?”
Jennie’s body trembled, her words desperate, pleading. “But this isn’t a competition. This isn’t about me. This is about Lisa. About her heart. And right now, all she wants—the only thing she wants—is your voice. Your forgiveness. Please, Mina. Don’t do it for me. Don’t even do it for what we were. Do it for her.”
The silence after was deafening.
Mina closed her eyes, her shoulders quaking as she exhaled a long, broken breath. When she finally spoke, her voice was small, wrecked, but resolute. “…I think you should go, unnie.”
Jennie’s heart twisted violently. Her body wanted to stay, to claw back every second, but her soul knew pressing further would break Mina beyond repair. She nodded once, too sharply, her throat closing around the words she couldn’t say.
She stood, her knees weak, her cap shielding the tears threatening to fall. She lingered for one last heartbeat, praying Mina would stop her.
But Mina only turned away, clutching her blanket tighter, silent.
Jennie’s whisper was barely audible. “Thank you… for listening.”
And then she left.
The cold night air slapped her face the moment she stepped outside, biting and merciless. But it still wasn’t half as brutal as the cold inside her chest. She pulled her mask higher, tugged her cap lower, and slipped into the waiting car like a ghost, her hands trembling.
She gave the driver the dorm address, voice flat.
Back to Blackpink. Back to Lisa. Back to the girl who would never let her go.
But Mina’s voice wouldn’t leave her. Look at what you’re doing for her.
The words throbbed in her chest like a wound that would never close.
Lisa stood outside, phone still warm in her palm, the January air burning against her cheeks. Mina’s voice still rang in her ears—soft, fragile, but real.
She should’ve been relieved. For days, she’d begged in silence, prayed to hear her again. And now she had. But instead of clarity, instead of peace, she felt… nothing she could hold onto.
Her chest ached, yes. Her throat still tightened when she thought of the pauses between Mina’s words, the sigh that carried more weight than sentences. But there was something else tangled beneath it, something that made her uneasy.
Was this hope?
Was this grief?
Or was it just exhaustion masquerading as both?
Lisa tried to measure her heart against the sound of Mina’s voice. Did it race? Did it ache? Did it cling like it used to?
It did—but not in the same way.
Before, Mina’s voice had been her lifeline. The one thing that could tether her to sanity. Tonight, though… it had felt like holding smoke. Real, but fleeting. Something she could never grip long enough to keep.
And maybe that was the cruelest part—she didn’t know if it was Mina who was slipping away, or if it was her own heart finally loosening its hold.
She hugged her arms tighter around herself, shivering, but not from the cold. The street was silent except for the faint hum of traffic blocks away. In that silence, she could almost hear Jennie’s voice instead. The way she had spoken earlier in the shoot, quietly, carefully. The way her presence had shifted everything in the room without her trying.
Lisa shook her head, frustrated with herself. Was she betraying Mina by even thinking of Jennie in this moment? Or had she been betraying herself all along, forcing her heart to stay anchored where it no longer belonged?
She pressed the phone to her forehead, eyes squeezed shut.
All she knew for certain was that Mina still loved her. She had heard it, hidden beneath the hesitation, wrapped inside the pain. And Lisa still loved her too. But love wasn’t the same thing as wholeness. Love wasn’t enough to heal what had already cracked.
For the first time, Lisa realized she wasn’t sure what she wanted anymore.
Not Mina’s forgiveness.
Not Jennie’s reassurance.
Not even an answer.
Just… to feel like herself again.
But she didn’t know how.
The phone slid from Lisa’s hand into her pocket, her fingers stiff, her mind heavier than the winter air. She stayed rooted to the spot, staring at nothing, as if the night itself might deliver an answer she couldn’t find inside her.
The studio door creaked open. Alice stepped out, her breath puffing white into the dark. She didn’t ask anything—didn’t prod, didn’t scold. She just stood there for a moment, reading Lisa the way only someone who knew when not to speak could.
Lisa finally turned her head, her eyes glassy but steady. Her voice came out small, almost childlike, stripped of the sharp edges she usually carried.
“I want to go home.”
That was all. No explanation, no defense. Just the truth, bare and trembling.
Alice didn’t push. She nodded once, decisive, the kind of nod that said she’d take care of everything else. Without another word, she slipped back inside to the green room. A minute later, Lisa heard the shuffle of the schedule being rearranged, voices murmuring in low tones, the quiet friction of production shifting course.
By the time Alice returned, coat draped over her arm, it was already decided. Lisa was done for the day.
She followed her manager to the van, the neon studio lights receding behind her. For once, Lisa didn’t care about what was left unfinished. She didn’t care about the whispers, the questions that would surely trail her absence.
She just wanted distance—from the cameras, from the script, from the weight of two women’s voices echoing in her head.
Home.
Even if she wasn’t sure anymore what that word meant.
Jisoo’s eyes followed Lisa as she slipped out of the studio, shoulders hunched, movements slow, as though even gravity had grown heavier for her. The glass door shut softly behind her, but the sound rang loud in Jisoo’s chest.
When she turned back, her gaze collided with Jennie’s.
Jennie was already gathering her things, her face smoothed into something unreadable, but her disappointment bled through the cracks. The way her lips pressed thin. The way her hands lingered on her bag longer than they should have. There was something heavy clinging to her—words she was holding back, a secret she wasn’t ready to put into the air.
For a heartbeat, Jisoo thought she might say it. But Jennie only lowered her head, swinging her strap over her shoulder, moving with quiet finality toward the exit.
Not toward the dorm. Toward her own place.
And Jisoo felt it—the shift. Jennie had decided. There was no point circling the dorm when Lisa hadn’t slept there in days. No point pretending things were the same.
Jisoo’s name was being called—it was nearly her turn for the camera—but her body was already moving before her mind could stop her. She dropped the script from her lap, shoved her arms into her coat, and jogged for the hallway.
“Jisoo-ssi, you’re up—” someone called after her.
Jisoo raised a single finger without looking back. One second.
She pushed through the doors, the cold hallway air rushing her skin. Jennie’s figure was just ahead, her coat pulled tight, her steps brisk, like she was running from something that wouldn’t stop chasing her.
“Nini!” Jisoo called, jogging to close the distance.
Jennie stopped but didn’t turn right away. Her shoulders rose and fell, a sharp breath betraying everything she wasn’t saying. When she finally glanced back, her eyes were tired, rimmed with something Jisoo didn’t want to name.
“Is everything okay?” Jisoo asked, breathless, her hand brushing Jennie’s arm as though she could steady her that way.
Jennie only shook her head, a humorless laugh catching in her throat. “No. I think I just made everything worse.”
The words fell heavy, heavier than anything Jisoo was prepared for.
Her mouth opened, but no sound came out at first. Jennie wasn’t one to confess defeat easily, not to anyone, and the fact that she was unraveling now told Jisoo more than Jennie ever could outright.
Jisoo’s hand lingered on her sleeve, grip tightening slightly. “Worse how?” she asked softly, though part of her already feared the answer.
Jennie just looked at her—looked through her—and Jisoo swore she saw a storm in her eyes, fierce and desperate, as if Jennie was holding back a confession that could break them all.
Notes:
we should talk huh?
Chapter 40: as I get up to go
Chapter Text
Rosie had waited in the van for Jisoo, chin tucked against the window, her breath fogging up the glass as the minutes dragged. She kept glancing at her phone, hoping for a text, an update, anything. But instead, the van door slid open and Jisoo leaned in, her voice clipped but soft.
“Go home first, Chaeyoung. Don’t wait up for me.”
There was no room for argument in her tone. Rosie only nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat, and climbed out into the chill of the night air alone.
By the time she unlocked the dorm door, the silence inside pressed against her like a weight. No Lisa’s scattered tissues. No Jennie’s faint humming down the hall. Just empty rooms, dark corners, and the ghost of what they used to be.
Déjà vu.
Rosie dropped her bag by the couch and lingered there, staring at the shadows dancing across the walls. Her chest twisted with something she didn’t want to name. Again. It’s just us again.
Her stomach grumbled, pulling her back to earth, so she shuffled into the kitchen and filled a pot with water. The sound of the stove clicking to life was the loudest thing in the dorm. She moved slowly, her body heavy, until she was sitting at the counter slurping instant ramyun, the steam rising into her face like a thin shield against the ache.
When the bowl was empty, she rinsed it quietly and reached for a pen and scrap of paper. Her hand hovered for a moment before the words came, small and deliberate:
It’s just us all over again. Take care tonight.
She left the note on the table where Jisoo would see it. Then, without another sound, she slipped into her room, shut the door, and leaned her back against it.
Her phone buzzed once in her hand, but she didn’t open it. She didn’t know who to reach for anymore.
And for the first time in a long time, she chose no one at all.
The final day of shooting carried a heaviness none of them could shake. The studio lights were bright, the sets familiar by now, but the air was taut—like a rubber band stretched to its breaking point.
They’d all noticed it. How Lisa seemed like a shadow of herself. How Jennie carried herself like she was balancing glass in her chest, afraid it might shatter with the wrong breath.
They weren’t avoiding each other exactly. But they weren’t to each other either. Just two people orbiting in the same space, careful not to collide, careful not to spark.
Today was all group shots. The kind that demanded laughter, energy, synchronized power. Cameras rolled for the official takes, but the behind-the-scenes crew trailed them too, catching every stolen glance, every slip of the mask.
Lisa put hers on well. She smiled at the right cues, teased the dancers when the camera found her, slipped into that familiar role of playful maknae the fans adored. But when she thought no one was looking, the brightness drained from her face. She stood straighter, sharper, her eyes locked on the monitors with almost military precision. Professional. Detached.
It was Jisoo and Chaeyoung who worked hardest to fill the gaps. They cracked jokes, bumped into each other during rehearsals, over-exaggerated their bloopers until the whole staff laughed. For the cameras, it worked. For the group, it was survival.
Strangely, it worked too well.
Despite the tension, despite the fractures none of them dared speak out loud, the group ran like a well-oiled machine. Their lines were crisp. Their energy infectious. Their professionalism undeniable. So much so, that by early evening the director clapped his hands and called it—done.
Applause broke out across the studio. Staff bowed, managers exhaled, cameras were lowered. Relief rippled through the air.
They gathered for group photos, the four of them pressed shoulder to shoulder, smiling for the flashes, the weight of weeks—months—resting in the curve of their mouths.
And then, without warning, Lisa stepped forward.
Her voice carried across the room, calm but clear, commanding attention in a way that froze even the staff mid-bow.
“I just wanted to say thank you,” she began, clasping her hands together. Her tone was light, but her eyes—dark pools reflecting every face turned toward her—held something else entirely. “To all of you. For your hard work. For staying late. For giving us your best.”
A ripple of surprise moved through the room. Lisa wasn’t shy, not exactly, but she’d been quieter than dust the past week. Withdrawn. Silent. This sudden burst of composure—this speech—felt almost surreal.
“So,” she continued, a faint smile tugging at her lips, “I’d like to invite everyone to dinner. As a celebration. My treat.”
Gasps, laughs, applause followed. The maknae buying dinner for the entire staff wasn’t unheard of, but the timing—the whiplash shift from ghostly silence to heartfelt gratitude—took everyone off guard.
Jisoo and Chaeyoung exchanged a look, their smiles practiced but their eyes unsettled. Jennie stayed very still, her face unreadable, as if she didn’t trust what she might betray if she let the mask slip.
And yet Lisa stood at the center of it all, radiant in a way that didn’t quite feel real. Like she was playing a part so perfectly no one could call it out.
The applause went on. Staff members bowed. A few clapped her shoulder as they passed.
And Lisa just kept smiling, like nothing had ever cracked her open in the first place.
The restaurant hummed with warmth as the girls and staff poured in, jackets sliding off, chatter bubbling after the long shoot. The smell of grilled meat and spices clung to the air, heavy with comfort. The waiters were quick, setting down bottles of soju and clinking shot glasses onto the table before anyone even sat down.
Lisa had insisted—she wanted the bottles, wanted the staff to relax, wanted everyone to feel that they’d earned this. Her insistence had been playful, light enough to pass as generosity. But the glint in her eye was sharper, more determined, like she needed the room full and loud to drown out the silence pressing in on her.
Before they reached their table, though, Jisoo’s hand caught her wrist.
“Are you okay?” the eldest asked, her voice low, careful, as the others slipped past them.
Lisa blinked, the faintest pause before she offered a small nod. Not smiling, but steady. “Yes, unnie. Thank you. I just wanted to show how thankful I am.”
It was the kind of answer that soothed most people. Polite. Practiced. A full stop at the end of a sentence.
But Jisoo didn’t let go.
She pulled Lisa back again, her grip firmer this time, her eyes cutting into her like only an older sister’s could. “Seriously. Is everything okay?”
Lisa laughed then. A quiet laugh, one that lifted the corners of her mouth without ever touching her eyes. She leaned in, looping an arm around Jisoo’s shoulders like a kid coaxing her unnie into letting it go.
“Yesss, unnie,” she drawled, the word stretching out almost teasing. “Now come on—it’s gonna be a long year. We might as well celebrate when we can.”
On the surface, it was harmless. Cheerful even. A message about gratitude and living in the moment.
But Jisoo heard something else in it. The subtle weight buried under Lisa’s playful tone. It landed in her chest like a warning.
Whatever happened last year… it’s about to happen again.
Lisa gave her shoulder a squeeze and broke away, sliding into her seat at the head of the table, pouring shots for the stylists, laughing as she clinked glasses with the choreographers. She carried herself like the life of the gathering, filling the room with just enough light that most people wouldn’t notice the shadows clinging to the edges of her smile.
But Jisoo noticed. She always noticed.
Across the table, Jennie sat quiet, hands folded neatly in her lap, her eyes betraying nothing. Rosé forced her laugh to ring louder than it needed to, almost as though she were covering the silence Jennie left behind.
The table grew louder with every passing glass. Bottles of soju emptied and refilled, chopsticks clinked against sizzling plates, and laughter spilled freely now—the kind of laughter that came when exhaustion finally gave way to release.
Jennie nursed her first drink slowly, the clear liquid barely touched. She smiled when she needed to, laughed at the right moments, but her restraint was steady, her glass rarely leaving the table.
Rosé, on the other hand, gave in easily. The second round hit her cheeks pink, her voice rising higher as she bantered with one of the stylists. She tilted her glass against Jisoo’s more than once, her grin wide, her laughter loose.
And Jisoo—stoic, careful Jisoo—finally let it go. Maybe it was the warmth of the room, maybe it was Lisa’s insistence, maybe it was just that strange message she’d tucked away earlier. Whatever it was, she leaned into the night, her shoulders loosening, her smile fuller than it had been in weeks.
If Lisa wanted to treat them, if she wanted to play hostess and bury whatever was eating her alive, then fine. They would let her. They would drink, laugh, and hold on to the fragments of normalcy while they lasted. If last year was about to repeat itself, then at least they would have nights like this to remember—warm, messy, alive.
It was Jisoo, tipsy enough for her inhibitions to blur, who leaned across the table with a grin.
“You know what would make this night perfect?” she said, waving her phone. “Let’s hear How You Like That over the speakers!”
The table erupted—staff cheering, dancers clapping their hands against the table, Rosé squealing with delight. Even Jennie cracked a smile, shaking her head as if she couldn’t believe Jisoo was actually asking.
The restaurant owners, already charmed by the spectacle of having Blackpink themselves at one of their tables, didn’t mind in the slightest. One of them hurried over to take Jisoo’s phone, fumbling politely as she scrolled to the file.
Jisoo leaned back in her seat with a satisfied smirk, already imagining the chorus shaking the walls.
It was then Lisa pushed back her chair. The legs scraped softly against the floor, her smile still in place but thinner, practiced.
“I’m just gonna use the bathroom,” she said lightly, excusing herself before anyone could object.
And just like that, she disappeared into the dim hallway, leaving the table loud, happy, and oblivious.
Only Jennie’s eyes followed her.
The opening beat of How You Like That shook the walls, turning the cozy restaurant into a miniature concert hall. Dancers stood on their chairs, the stylists clapped out of rhythm, and Jisoo was already shouting the lyrics like she’d never performed them a thousand times before. Rosé swayed and twirled with her arms overhead, cheeks pink from the soju.
It was chaos, the joyful kind—the kind where no one noticed when someone slipped away.
Jennie, however, did notice. The second Lisa rose from the table, murmuring something about the bathroom, Jennie’s gaze followed her. She waited, timing her own exit carefully, then slid out of her chair, eyes pinned to the hallway. She wasn’t about to let Lisa vanish without knowing where her head was.
But before she could disappear, a hand caught her wrist.
“Jennie-yah.”
Alison voice was steady, low enough to be drowned by the thundering chorus but sharp enough to cut through Jennie’s thoughts.
“You have a part coming up,” she said. “They’ll want to see you lead it. Just like in the video.”
Jennie’s lips parted in protest, her chest tightening. “Lisa—”
Alison shook her head, almost imperceptibly. “Do your part. Please.”
Jennie stood frozen for a moment, the hallway just within reach. Then the crowd around them erupted again, chanting the chorus, pulling her back into the gravity of the table. She exhaled hard, nodded once, and let Alice’s grip go. She returned to her seat, shoulders tense, forcing herself to smile as the cameras turned their way.
No one knew Lisa wasn’t in the bathroom.
While the room roared with pride and alcohol and the sound of their own voices, Lisa was at the counter, slipping her card across the register. Her voice was soft but unyielding: she would pay for the night. For every drink, every dish, every toast. It was her gift, her quiet thank-you.
The staff bowed, hesitant but grateful, and Lisa smiled—a polite, practiced smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She adjusted her cap, tugged her mask higher, and walked into the chill of the night without looking back.
Her ride was already waiting, arranged in advance. Alice lingered by the door, watching her climb in, but said nothing. This was Lisa’s choice, and tonight, she wouldn’t stop her.
Back inside, Jisoo and Rosé clinked glasses. Jennie sat stiff, her gaze drifting toward the empty hallway.
But the music was too loud, the laughter too bright, the moment too full—no one questioned why the maknae hadn’t come back.
Lisa was already gone.
The apartment door clicked shut behind her, sealing away the roar of the restaurant. Silence greeted her for only a beat before she kicked off her shoes and dropped her coat in the hallway. Then—click—music filled the space, bass-heavy and loud enough to rattle the walls. Not Blackpink, not even K-pop. Just her playlist, all sharp beats and messy energy, the kind of songs that didn’t belong in a rehearsal room or on stage.
She pulled a bottle of tequila from the cabinet, no shot glasses in sight. Just the bottle and the burn.
“Maybe I should just be alone,” she muttered, laughing under her breath as she tipped it back.
The cats were confused at first, tails flicking as they padded cautiously into the living room. But when Lisa dropped to the floor, arms wide open, they darted toward her, mewling with excitement. She scooped them up, tequila still in her free hand, twirling with them until they wriggled away. They lingered close though, watching their mom with curious eyes as if sensing she needed them near.
The lights stayed low. The music stayed loud. Lisa danced barefoot, hair falling loose around her face, tequila warming her veins. She sang along to half the words, screamed out the ones she knew best, laughed when she stumbled.
It wasn’t the same as being surrounded by her members, but maybe that was the point. No cameras, no questions, no forced smiles. Just her. Just this.
The cats chased shadows across the rug while Lisa poured herself into the night, bottle in one hand, heart in the other. Tomorrow could wait. The call time was late, and for once, she didn’t care how the morning would look.
Because tonight, she was her own audience. Her own celebration.
And she was determined to make it loud enough to drown out everything else.
The burn of the tequila spread like wildfire down her throat, but it wasn’t enough to numb her chest. Lisa threw herself back on the couch, legs stretched out, music pounding so loud the walls might’ve been shaking in protest. She didn’t care. Let the neighbors complain. Let them hear.
She tipped the bottle again, lips wet, hand trembling.
Mina’s voice wouldn’t leave her. That quiet, steady way she’d said it—what you and I had was amazing, but it’s clear you’ve already got yours.
The words had burrowed deep, replaying like a broken track. Lisa wanted to argue, wanted to scream into the phone that Mina was wrong. That she hadn’t already chosen Jennie. That she hadn’t been stringing her along, not on purpose. But Mina wasn’t wrong, was she?
She thought about last night again—Jennie at Twice’s dorm. Mina’s dorm. Jennie, of all people, standing there in the middle of the night asking for her. That was the part that made Lisa feel sick.
What had Jennie said? What had she done?
The tequila didn’t help the images that flooded her mind. Jennie sitting across from Mina, maybe with that soft, low voice Lisa knew too well. The voice that always cracked when she was sincere. The one that broke Lisa apart the first time she heard it whisper I love you.
Maybe Mina had looked at Jennie and recognized something Lisa had always known but never admitted: that Jennie wasn’t something you get over.
Lisa pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes, groaning into the dark. The cats mewed at her feet, unsettled, but she barely registered them.
“What the hell am I supposed to do?” she muttered, half a laugh, half a sob.
Because Mina was right. There was nothing Lisa could say to win her back. Mina had been gentle but firm, her goodbye coated in love and finality. It wasn’t anger, wasn’t even rejection in the sharp sense—it was worse. It was resignation. Acceptance. The kind of letting go that meant she had already done her grieving.
Lisa could feel herself teetering. Mina’s words on one side, Jennie’s silence on the other.
If Mina had already let her go, then what? Did that mean she was supposed to turn back, to Jennie, as if nothing had happened? As if months of trying to stitch herself into someone else’s arms didn’t matter?
Her throat burned, but not from the tequila this time.
Jennie.
Lisa hated how the thought of her name—just the name—still had the power to cave her chest in. Mina wasn’t wrong when she said Lisa never truly let go. No matter how many times Lisa told herself it was over, no matter how much she begged herself to forget, Jennie lived in her like a scar that refused to fade.
She hated it. She hated herself for it.
Because what kind of person destroyed one love just by holding onto another? What kind of person left behind someone as pure, as gentle, as Mina—someone who gave her warmth without asking for anything back—only to still ache for the girl who’d left her fractured in the first place?
Lisa gripped the bottle tighter, her knuckles white.
Maybe Mina was right about one more thing: she needed to stop fighting her own heart.
But what was left of it?
The thought cracked something inside her, and this time the laugh that slipped out was bitter, ugly. She stumbled off the couch, pacing the length of the apartment as though movement could shake the weight off her chest. Music blared, tequila burned, cats followed her anxiously.
“First love,” she spat under her breath. “Like that’s supposed to mean anything anymore.”
But it did. God, it did.
It meant that Jennie was stitched into her, not just as a memory, but as something she couldn’t cut out no matter how much it bled. Mina had felt that, seen it, and had the strength to walk away.
Lisa? She was just standing here, drunk, broken, and still unsure if she should run back to the very thing that ruined her.
She sank down onto the floor, bottle slipping from her hand, rolling until it hit the leg of the coffee table. She pulled her knees up, burying her face against them, letting the music drown her.
And for the first time in months, she admitted it—to the empty apartment, to her cats, to herself.
She still loved Jennie.
And that terrified her more than losing Mina ever could.
Jennie first noticed it in the smallest way—the quiet.
Too much time had passed since Lisa excused herself. She should’ve been back already, sliding into the seat with that careful mask of politeness she’d worn all evening. Jennie scanned the table, at first only half-aware, but then her gaze lingered on the empty chair. Still empty.
A pulse of unease stirred at the base of her throat.
She glanced to Jisoo, who was swaying a little, her cheeks flushed from soju. The older girl caught her looking, misreading the expression, and lifted her glass with a grin. “Bathroom. Lisa’s in the bathroom,” she said, matter-of-fact, as though the reassurance alone could anchor everything.
Jennie didn’t move right away. She just sat there, hands folded neatly on the table, her face calm. But something underneath—something old and familiar—tightened.
Across from her, Rosie had her chin resting on her palm, fighting a giggle as she tried to say something about the song still playing overhead. The carefree slur in her voice told Jennie all she needed to know. They weren’t seeing it. They weren’t feeling it.
Jennie rose slowly, pushing her chair back with a scrape that turned a few heads. She ignored them. Walked toward the hallway, toward the bathroom.
Empty.
The space smelled faintly of disinfectant, the kind that stung her nose. She lingered there for a beat, staring at the row of closed doors, but she already knew. Lisa wasn’t here.
Jennie turned on her heel, steps steady, and moved toward the cluster of staff a few tables away. Alice sat among them, face pink with drink, laughter breaking easily from her lips. Jennie approached quietly, her presence pulling the unnie’s attention before she even spoke.
“Where is she?” Jennie asked.
Not sharp. Not panicked. Just steady. A low question that didn’t need repetition.
Alice’s smile faltered, her eyes glassy. For a second, it looked like she might deflect. Then she gave the smallest shrug, voice airy, careless in a way that cut sharper than she knew. “Home. She went home.”
Jennie stood there, motionless, her breath shallow in her mask. A strange calm washed over her—not relief, not fear, but something heavier. Like a tide pulling at her chest.
Home.
Of course.
She returned to the table. Jisoo was mid-story, hands animated, Rosie giggling uncontrollably beside her. The music was still blasting over the restaurant speakers, their voices raised to match it. Neither of them noticed Jennie standing there, sliding her jacket over her shoulders.
And maybe that was a mercy.
She pulled her cap low, tugged her mask high. Her movements were unhurried, deliberate. She slipped to the till offering her card but the owner declined stating it's already been paid for and more. Every gesture carried the weight of decision.
She had spent months second-guessing herself. A year convincing herself that waiting was safer than speaking. That silence hurt less than confession. That time would somehow mend what honesty could not.
But tonight, sitting at a table filled with laughter that didn’t reach Lisa, listening to excuses that weren’t real, Jennie felt the truth settle in her chest like lead.
Lisa was slipping away. And Jennie wasn’t going to let her.
She didn’t know what she’d say when she arrived. Didn’t know if Lisa would open the door or turn her away. Didn’t know if she’d be met with silence, anger, or something worse.
But she knew one thing: she wasn’t waiting anymore.
Jennie stepped out into the night, the winter air biting at the edge of her skin. She pulled her jacket tighter, flagged a car, and gave the only address that mattered.
Her pulse stayed even. Her face calm. But inside, every step, every breath, carried the same steady refrain.
I’m going to her. I’m going now.
The music was loud. Too loud for the hour, too loud for the neighbors, too loud for the thoughts clawing at Lisa’s head. Bass rattled against the walls, shaking picture frames and making her cats scatter into the corners.
She was past caring.
The half-empty bottle of tequila sat crooked on the coffee table, its rim wet from where she’d been drinking straight from the neck. The burn in her throat was nothing compared to the weight sitting in her chest. Every swallow was a dare to herself: maybe this time it would quiet the questions.
But nothing stopped the reel.
Mina’s voice.
Jennie’s shadow.
Her own heart, raw and confused, demanding an answer she couldn’t find.
She laughed bitterly, throwing herself back against the couch cushions, eyes locked on the ceiling as if it might offer her mercy. “What the fuck am I doing,” she muttered, but the music swallowed her words whole.
The room smelled of alcohol, faint perfume, and the lingering scent of her cats’ food. Her hair stuck to her temples with sweat, her chest tight, but she kept moving—pouring, sipping, pacing, collapsing back onto the couch.
Her phone lay abandoned on the counter, screen black. She couldn’t bear to look at it. Couldn’t bear to see the calls she hadn’t returned, the messages she wouldn’t answer.
And then—
Ding-dong.
The sound cut sharp through the music, foreign and jarring.
Lisa froze, bottle suspended halfway to her lips. Her head lifted slowly, eyes narrowing toward the door.
No one came here. Not at this hour. Not unannounced.
She blinked, as though maybe she imagined it.
The doorbell rang again.
Lisa stumbled toward it, hair sticking to her damp face, tequila burning in her chest.
“Leave me the fuck alone!” she yelled, her voice cracking against the walls. The cats darted under the table, startled.
She didn’t even check the peephole—just turned away, waving her arm at the door like whoever stood behind it could see.
Ding-dong.
“Go away!” Her voice slurred now, but the anger was sharp, reckless. “I don’t want anyone here. Not the girls, not the managers—no one!”
She threw herself back on the couch, grabbing the bottle and tipping it straight into her mouth, a defiant gulp that spilled down her chin.
Ding-dong.
Her jaw clenched. She grabbed a cushion and hurled it at the door. “Are you deaf?! I said leave me alone!”
But the bell kept coming. Steady, unrelenting. Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Ding-dong. Each press rattled through her like a taunt, like someone chiseling at her walls with quiet determination.
By the seventh ring, Lisa was shaking—half from rage, half from the tequila settling like fire in her veins. She staggered back to her feet, bottle in hand, her voice hoarse from shouting.
“One more time—one more fucking time—and I swear—”
Ding-dong.
Her throat tightened. Tears pricked hot behind her eyes, uninvited and humiliating. She banged her palm flat against the door, pressing her forehead to the cool wood. “Why won’t you just let me be?” she whispered, but her whisper cracked open into a broken shout.
Lisa’s grip tightened on the bottle as she swung the door open, her chest full of fire, her throat primed to unleash the hell that had been simmering all night.
“What the fuc—”
The word cut short.
Because it wasn’t Alice. It wasn’t Rosie, or Jisoo, or some manager sent to babysit her.
It was Jennie.
Standing there under the hallway light, cap pulled low, hands shoved deep into her jacket pockets. No makeup, no stage mask—just Jennie.
Lisa blinked, swaying slightly, the tequila blurring her edges. Her lips parted, anger tangled with something softer, messier. “Unnie?”
The word cracked out of her, not sharp but broken, carrying disbelief. It was a question and an accusation all at once—how dare you be here, why are you here, why did part of me hope it was you?
Her knuckles whitened around the neck of the bottle. The heat in her chest didn’t know whether to spill into rage or relief.
Jennie’s eyes softened the instant she saw her, the kind of softness Lisa had tried for months to pretend didn’t undo her.
“Yeah,” Jennie said quietly.
And for one suspended second, they just stood there—Lisa breathing heavy, Jennie rooted in the doorway, the whole world balanced on the sharp edge between an explosion and a collapse.
Jennie’s voice was steady, but there was a weariness behind it, the kind of tired that comes from fighting the same war with yourself every night.
“Can I come in?” she asked.
Lisa stood in the doorway, tequila on her breath, music bleeding into the hall. Her fingers flexed around the doorframe like she needed to hold herself upright. She hesitated, eyes narrowing, thoughts slipping loose under the alcohol’s weight.
“What are you doing here, unnie?” Lisa finally bit out, her voice shaky but rising. “Haven’t you done enough?”
The words tasted bitter on her tongue, like she was daring herself to keep going. And once she started, she couldn’t stop.
“I mean—going to her dorm at three in the morning? What were you even thinking?” Her tone cracked, louder now, almost desperate. “Haven’t you hurt me enough? I don’t even know what you thought you were going to do going there in the first place because clearly—”
“Please,” Jennie tried, her sigh cutting through, softer than the storm at the door. “Just let me—”
But Lisa steamrolled over her, spitting out the jagged pieces of what had been building inside.
“Clearly you think barging into people’s lives is just… fine, right? You don’t even care what it does to them.”
Her laugh was hollow, bitter. She stumbled back just enough to leave space, but not an inch of forgiveness in her stance.
Jennie stepped forward, no longer asking, pushing past Lisa into the apartment.
Lisa scoffed, dragging the word out with venom. “Are you serious? You barge into her apartment, and now you’re barging into mine?”
Her voice echoed off the walls, mixing with the bass of the music and the smell of tequila. It wasn’t just anger in her tone—it was betrayal, it was longing, it was the ache of someone who didn’t know whether to slam the door or collapse into the arms standing on the other side of it.
Lisa paced, barefoot across the floor, her steps unsteady but fueled by something hotter than the alcohol. She ran both hands through her hair, tugging at the strands as if it could ground her, but it only made her more frantic.
“You know what’s the worst part, unnie?” she barked suddenly, whirling around to face Jennie again. Her laugh was sharp, humorless, the kind that cracked in the middle. “It’s that I still care. After everything, after you sneaking around, after you breaking me down piece by piece, after Mina—after all of it—I still…” She stopped herself, biting down on the words so hard her teeth clenched.
Jennie’s eyes softened, but she didn’t move.
Lisa threw her arms out in exasperation, nearly stumbling. “I hate that you still have this power over me. That you can walk into a room—walk into my apartment, even now—and all I want to do is scream at you until I can’t breathe. And then what? Then I cry and you sit there looking at me with those stupid sorry eyes like you didn’t light the whole damn fire to begin with!”
Her chest heaved as she sucked in a ragged breath.
“And it gets better doesn't it, unnie?” she spat, whipping around to glare at Jennie. “I don’t even know what you said to her. I don’t know. Mina wouldn’t tell me. She just stood there, breaking my heart while she told me that whatever we had was good, but it wasn’t enough. That I already had my first love, and that I should fight for it.” Lisa’s voice cracked, her laugh turning bitter. “Do you know what that feels like? To realize nothing I could’ve done, nothing I could’ve said, was ever going to make her stay—because whatever you said to her, whatever she saw in your eyes, it made her decide for me.”
Her chest rose and fell sharply, words tumbling out faster, harsher.
“She told me you weren’t going to wait forever. That even though it killed you to see us together, you were still willing to let me go—for her.” Lisa jabbed her finger toward Jennie, eyes glassy with rage and grief. “So now what? I don’t get Mina. I don’t get peace. All I get is you—hanging over me like a ghost that won’t let me breathe!”
Her voice cracked hard, tears threatening but still unshed, like her body refused to give her the release she needed.
“You don’t love me enough to stay, but you don’t hate me enough to let me go,” Lisa hissed, her words slurred with venom and grief. “And I… I don’t know how much longer I can keep being the one who pays for it.”
She grabbed the tequila bottle again, unscrewing it with shaking hands, and took a long, reckless swig, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Her laugh returned—quieter this time, desperate. “So, what now, unnie? You want me to forgive you again? You want me to play the fool again?” She shook her head furiously, her braids swinging with the motion. “I can’t. I won’t. Not this time.”
The tequila bottle tilted in her hand, glass catching the light in an unsteady grip. But before she could drink, Jennie lunged forward. She ripped it out of Lisa’s hand, setting it hard on the counter with a bang that made the cats scatter from the couch. Then, with a sharp breath, she crossed to the speaker and shut the music off.
The silence that followed was violent. No bass, no buzz—just the two of them, breathing too loudly in a room that suddenly felt too small.
“That’s enough, Lisa.”
Jennie’s voice wasn’t raised, but it cut sharper than any scream. Controlled. Unshaking. For once, she wasn’t dodging the storm—she was stepping into it.
Lisa froze, blinking at her through alcohol-hazed eyes. Her lips parted, ready to spit venom, but nothing came. Not yet.
Jennie met her stare head-on, her chest rising and falling hard, her whole body trembling, but her voice steady.
“I’m sorry.”
The words dropped heavy into the quiet.
Lisa scoffed, bitter. “Sorry? That’s all you’ve got? You come barging into Mina’s dorm at three in the morning, and then mine, and now it’s just—sorry?”
Jennie flinched, but she held her ground. “I thought going to her would fix this.”
Lisa laughed, a hollow sound. “Fix this?”
Jennie stepped forward, her voice rough but determined. “Yes. I thought maybe if she saw you, if she gave you even a piece of herself back… maybe you’d breathe again. Maybe you’d stop wasting away in front of us. I thought I could give you something normal. Something happy. Because Mina—” she faltered, forcing the words out—“Mina wasn’t giving you the chance to fight for her.”
Lisa’s face twisted, like the words were barbed wire cutting through her chest. She turned away, running a shaking hand through her hair. “You think you know what I needed? You think you can just… pick and choose for me?”
Jennie’s throat burned, but her words spilled faster, urgent now. “I didn’t think it would feel like this. Like ripping you apart. God, Lisa, I never wanted to hurt you. I just—I didn’t want to stand there anymore, watching you fall apart, pretending I couldn’t see it. Do you know what that’s like? To watch you slip further every day and feel like I’m locked out?”
Lisa’s shoulders rose and fell, her back still turned.
Jennie’s voice dropped, trembling but fierce. “For once, I didn’t want to run away. I didn’t want to hide, or give you space, or wait for the perfect time that never comes. That’s what I’ve always done—wait, and wait, and wait—until we’re both bleeding from it. Not this time.”
She stepped closer, closing the gap until she was only a foot behind Lisa. “So here I am. No running. No waiting. No hiding.” Her voice cracked, but she pushed through it. “I’m standing here—in all this mess, all this ugliness, all this pain—because I can’t stand by anymore while you twist yourself apart. Not when I’m part of why you’re breaking.”
Lisa finally turned, her eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, lips trembling between fury and heartbreak.
Jennie held her gaze, her words low but clear.
“I’m here, Lisa. I’m choosing you. Even if it’s too late. Even if you hate me for it. I’m here.”
Lisa shook her head, a choked sound caught in her throat, half laugh, half sob. “You don’t get it, do you? You really don’t get it.”
Her voice cracked, but her words came sharper, angrier. “I kissed you. I told you how I felt. A year ago, Jennie. I put my heart in your hands, and you crushed it without even looking. You spent months pretending you didn’t feel anything, and by the time you finally figured it out—” her voice broke, trembling with grief—“I was already gone. I had to be. Because I couldn’t keep bleeding for someone who wouldn’t even admit they wanted me.”
She laughed bitterly, wiping at her face though no tears had fallen. “And now you stand here saying you’re choosing me? Now? When I already learned how to stop waiting for you?”
Her voice dropped, gutted. “You don’t get it, Jennie. You weren’t too late because I stopped loving you. You were too late because I stopped believing you ever could.”
The silence between them was unbearable—thick with everything unsaid, everything festering.
Jennie took one small step closer, her voice raw. “Then let me prove it. Tonight. Right now. Just… let me prove it.”
Lisa blinked at her, swaying slightly under the tequila, her eyes glossy but sharp enough to cut. “How?” Her voice cracked on the single word, torn between challenge and desperation. “How are you gonna prove that, unnie? What could you possibly do?”
Jennie faltered. Her shoulders sagged, her body folding into the couch as if the fight had been knocked out of her. She sat down heavily, her face buried in her hands for a second before she dragged them down, forcing herself to meet Lisa’s eyes.
“I don’t know,” Jennie admitted, her voice trembling, stripped bare of bravado. “I don’t have some magic answer. I can’t undo the past, I can’t take back all the times I stayed quiet when you were begging me not to. But I will do everything—anything—to show you. If you tell me you want me to stay, I’ll stay. If you tell me to fight for you, I’ll fight. Just… tell me what you want from me, Lisa.”
But Lisa couldn’t.
Her lips parted, ready to speak, but nothing came out. Instead, the pressure inside her cracked, spilling out as her whole body shuddered with sobs. She pressed the heels of her hands to her eyes, but it did nothing to stop the flood.
Jennie froze, her heart clenching as she watched Lisa unravel.
Lisa’s sobs were raw, broken, pouring from somewhere deeper than words. “I’m so stupid,” she choked, shaking her head. “I’m so fucking stupid. I thought… I thought I could move on. I thought Mina—” her voice cracked on the name, her chest heaving—“I thought maybe I could finally have something that didn’t hurt.”
Her body folded forward, her forehead nearly touching her knees, as if the weight of her own heart was too much to carry. “But look at me,” she sobbed. “Back here again, crying over you. Over both of you. And I don’t even know who I’m crying for anymore. I don’t even know what I want anymore.”
The tequila bottle glinted on the table, abandoned now, forgotten. The music was still off, the silence of the apartment so loud it made every sob echo.
Jennie didn’t move closer, not yet. She just sat there, her own eyes burning, letting Lisa cry, letting the sound of her pain fill the space between them. Because this wasn’t about winning or proving anything anymore. It was about Lisa finally breaking open, no longer holding it in, no longer hiding behind laughter or anger.
Jennie’s voice was a whisper when it finally came. “Then let me be here while you figure it out. That’s all I’m asking. Just… don’t shut me out this time.”
Lisa lifted her head slowly, her cheeks wet, her eyes swollen. She stared at Jennie, lips trembling, as if she wanted to scream at her and cling to her all at once.
But all she managed was another sob, collapsing into her own hands again.
Jennie rose from the couch, her movements deliberate but gentle, and stepped into Lisa’s space. Without overthinking, she reached for her, sliding her arms carefully around Lisa’s frame. She didn’t care that Lisa towered over her slightly; Jennie just pressed close, her cheek brushing against Lisa’s shoulder as she anchored herself against her.
Lisa went rigid, her body trembling beneath Jennie’s hold. Her sobs broke unevenly against the silence of the apartment, muffled but sharp, and for a moment Jennie thought she might be shoved away. Still, she didn’t loosen her grip. She held her firmly enough to be felt but softly enough to let Lisa decide.
Seconds dragged heavy and endless before Lisa finally caved. Her arms, which had hung at her sides, slowly lifted—hesitant, weak—and curled around Jennie. Her forehead dropped against the side of Jennie’s head, and the dam broke. The sobs came harder, harsher, tearing out of her chest.
Jennie closed her eyes, pressing closer, letting Lisa’s grief soak into her. She didn’t speak, didn’t try to soothe with empty promises. She just held her there, steady, grounding, until Lisa’s hands fisted in her shirt like she needed something solid to cling to.
Jennie tilted her head enough to whisper into the air between them, her voice low, trembling but resolute.
“I’m not leaving you this time. Not again. Not ever.”
Lisa froze. The words cut through her sobs like a blade, stilling everything inside her. Slowly, she pulled back, her hands slipping from Jennie’s shirt but not letting go entirely. Her eyes—red, swollen, rimmed with exhaustion—lifted to Jennie’s.
For the first time all night, the silence wasn’t heavy. It was sharp, electric, so taut it felt like the smallest movement would snap it in half.
Lisa stared at her, really stared—at the stubborn glint in Jennie’s dark eyes, at the way her lips were parted as if she’d just said more than she dared. Lisa’s breath shuddered out of her chest. Her gaze flickered down to Jennie’s mouth for a fleeting second before snapping back up to her eyes, like she’d caught herself doing something dangerous.
Jennie didn’t move. She just stood there, close enough for Lisa to feel her warmth, close enough for Lisa to realize her own chest was rising and falling too fast. But she wasn’t pulling away either. Her eyes softened, and then—just barely—her head tilted, the smallest shift, as if the thought of closing that distance had slipped past her defenses.
Lisa’s heart stuttered. Her body leaned, almost unconsciously, a fraction forward. The air between them grew impossibly thin, charged with something raw, something neither of them dared name.
Neither spoke. Neither moved further. But they hovered there, suspended in that breathless space where everything could happen—or nothing at all.
And then Lisa leaned in.
It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t reckless. It was the kind of kiss that felt inevitable, as though it had been written into the marrow of her bones long before she even understood it. A quiet surrender. Her lips met Jennie’s with the gentlest press, but beneath that softness was an ache that bled desperation—like she was trying to memorize the shape of this moment before it slipped away.
Jennie exhaled sharply against her mouth, almost like a sob, then kissed her back. Slowly. Tenderly. Their lips moved with care, but every brush set Lisa’s skin ablaze, every pull and pause humming with unspoken years. It wasn’t a kiss that demanded; it was a kiss that begged. That pleaded, please, don’t vanish on me again.
The world shrank to just them. The thrum of Lisa’s racing pulse. The salt of unshed tears on her lips. The sound of Jennie’s breath catching like she was terrified to let this end.
And for a fleeting heartbeat, it felt like freedom. Like healing. Like everything broken inside them could be pieced together in the quiet desperation of this kiss.
But then Jennie pulled away.
The severance was gentle, but it tore Lisa open all the same. Jennie’s hands lingered on her arms, grounding her as though she could sense the way Lisa’s whole body trembled on the verge of collapse.
“I want you,” Jennie breathed, voice raw, shaking. “God, Lisa, I want you. But not like this. Not when you’re breaking.”
Lisa blinked rapidly, tears spilling so fast she couldn’t even wipe them away. Her chest heaved like she was drowning, and Jennie was standing there offering no lifeboat, only words.
Jennie’s voice softened further, almost pleading. “I’ll be here. I swear I’ll be here. But if this—if we—start in this place, when you’re hurting, when you’re drunk, you’ll only wake up tomorrow and hate me for it. Hate yourself for it. And I can’t—” Her words cracked. “I can’t let that be us.”
Lisa let out a jagged laugh that broke halfway through, her whole body shaking with it. “You’re right.”
And then she bolted.
Her bare feet slapped against the hardwood as she stumbled down the hall, one hand pressed against the wall for balance, the other clamped against her mouth. Her body lurched, her stomach revolting against the tequila and the tears alike.
Jennie’s voice echoed faintly behind her. “Lisa—”
But Lisa didn’t stop. Couldn’t.
She crashed into the bathroom, the door slamming shut so violently it rattled the frame. Dropping to her knees, she barely made it before the sickness tore out of her. Bitter tequila, bile, every ounce of poison she’d been pouring into herself. Her body convulsed with it, wracking sobs and dry heaves tangling until she couldn’t tell which was grief and which was physical.
Behind the door, Jennie stood frozen, her palms pressed flat against the wood as if she could reach through it. She heard everything—the retching, the gasping, the muffled cries—and it hollowed her out.
Inside, Lisa stayed bent over the toilet, tears streaking her flushed face, strands of hair plastered to her damp skin. Her hands gripped porcelain like it was the only thing anchoring her to the earth.
Notes:
<3
Chapter 41: you kiss me
Notes:
heheheeheheheehhehh is it too rushed should I dial it back ?
Chapter Text
Jennie forced herself to move. To do something. Standing in the quiet wreckage of Lisa’s apartment, she rummaged through the bathroom cabinet until she found a packet of hangover relief. Her hands trembled slightly as she tore it open, filled a glass of water from the sink, and crouched back down beside Lisa.
“Hey,” Jennie whispered gently, her voice soft, steady—like she was coaxing someone out of a nightmare. “You’re okay. Just breathe with me.”
Lisa groaned faintly, her body slumping against the side of the tub, spent. Jennie slid an arm behind her shoulders, guiding her upright with surprising strength for her small frame. She tipped the packet toward Lisa’s mouth, then pressed the cool glass against her lips.
“Slow sips,” Jennie murmured. “Just enough to keep it down.”
Lisa obeyed, too weak to argue. Her lashes clung together, damp with tears, her throat working around each careful swallow. Jennie’s free hand cupped the back of her head, thumb brushing lightly against sweat-matted hair, steadying her. She stayed like that until the glass was empty, until Lisa’s body no longer threatened to revolt.
“Good girl,” Jennie whispered, almost instinctively, almost to herself.
Minutes later, she eased Lisa to her feet, half-carrying her down the hall. Lisa’s weight leaned heavy against her, the kind of vulnerable, unguarded heaviness Jennie hadn’t felt from her in years. She lowered her onto the bed, tugging the covers over her long frame with deliberate care. Lisa was already gone—eyes closed, breathing evening out, her body surrendering to sleep the moment she hit the mattress.
Jennie stood there for a beat, watching her. The steady rise and fall of her chest. The faint traces of salt dried on her cheeks. The way her lips parted just slightly, soft in sleep, as if the storm that had torn through her hours earlier had finally given way to fragile peace.
She leaned down, tucking a stray braid gently behind Lisa’s ear, her fingers lingering for just a second too long. A ghost of a smile touched her lips, but it was laced with grief. “Goodnight,” she whispered.
Jennie moved quietly then, cleaning the bathroom, flushing away the evidence of Lisa’s misery, wiping the counter, rinsing the glass. She moved on autopilot, as though restoring order might grant her some control over the chaos that had unraveled between them.
Finally, she padded back into the living room. The apartment was still humming faintly with the aftertaste of music, though now it was only silence pressing against her ears. She collapsed onto the couch, curling up with one of Lisa’s throw blankets, exhaustion crashing over her like a tide.
Her last thought before sleep claimed her was of Lisa’s lips against hers—gentle, desperate, fleeting. A memory that burned brighter than she wanted to admit.
And then, at last, Jennie drifted off, keeping vigil from the couch in the home of the girl she couldn’t walk away from.
The shrill buzz of Lisa’s alarm tore through the apartment like a blade. She groaned, burying her face into the pillow before slapping blindly at her phone until it shut off. Her head throbbed, her mouth tasted like ash, and every bone in her body felt weighted with regret.
Dragging herself upright, she shuffled toward the kitchen, desperate for water. The sunlight slanted in through the blinds, too sharp, too merciless. She rubbed her temples, muttering under her breath.
Then she saw her.
Jennie—curled up on the couch, tangled in Lisa’s throw blanket, lashes casting shadows on her cheeks as she slept.
Lisa’s breath caught, her heart lurching into her throat. For a second she just stood frozen, water forgotten, then a sharp sound ripped out of her chest—half shout, half gasp.
Jennie jolted awake instantly, eyes flying open, body snapping upright like she was bracing for an attack. Disoriented, she blinked rapidly, her gaze darting around the room before landing on Lisa.
Both of them froze again, breathing heavy in the fragile morning light.
“Are you okay?” Jennie rasped, her voice hoarse with sleep but filled with concern.
Lisa pressed a hand against her chest, trying to steady the erratic pounding of her heart. “Why are you here?” Her voice cracked louder than she meant it to, raw with confusion and the remnants of alcohol.
Jennie’s eyes softened, though her lips pressed tight. “Do you… not remember?”
The question hung heavy in the silence.
Lisa’s mind scrambled through the haze—flashes of music, tequila, the front door, Jennie’s voice, the kiss. The bathroom. Jennie’s arm steadying her, her voice coaxing her to sip water, the warmth of being tucked under blankets.
Her stomach flipped.
She broke their stare, her throat tightening as the fragments stitched together. “I…” she muttered, trailing off. The memory was there. Clear enough.
Jennie didn’t push. She just waited.
Lisa swallowed hard, then turned away, disappearing down the hall without another word. The sound of her bedroom door shutting, then the faint rustle of her getting ready, carried through the apartment.
Jennie stayed on the couch, shoulders slumped, her hands clenching in the fabric of the blanket.
And in that quiet, it felt like the space between them had only grown heavier overnight.
Lisa trudged out of her room, her damp hair tied back into a low ponytail, her oversized hoodie hanging off one shoulder. Her face was pale, but her eyes were sharp now, guarded. She tugged at her sleeve as she shuffled into the kitchen, reaching automatically for the cupboard where she kept her vitamins.
Then she froze.
Jennie was standing at the stove, ladling steaming rice into two bowls like she belonged there. The faint smell of fried egg and sesame oil filled the room. For a moment, Lisa thought she was still dreaming—that her brain, foggy and hungover, had conjured the one person she didn’t know how to face.
“What…” Lisa’s voice cracked, her throat still raw from the night before. She cleared it, sharper this time. “What are you doing?”
Jennie startled slightly, setting the ladle down. She turned, her expression soft but cautious, as if she’d been rehearsing this moment in her head a dozen times and still didn’t know the right line.
“You need to eat,” she said simply.
Lisa blinked at her, then let out a dry, humorless laugh. “So you broke into my kitchen to play house? Unnie, seriously.”
“I didn’t break in,” Jennie countered gently, holding Lisa’s gaze. “You let me in. Last night.”
That landed heavier than Jennie meant it to. Lisa’s shoulders stiffened, her breath hitching as fragments of memory—Jennie’s voice, Jennie’s arms, Jennie’s lips—rushed back like a tide she couldn’t stop.
Her chest tightened. She broke the stare, brushing past Jennie to grab a glass of water. “I remember.”
Jennie didn’t move, didn’t push. She just watched Lisa drink, her own fingers tapping nervously against the counter.
Finally, Jennie nodded toward the table where two bowls sat waiting. “Sit. Please. Just… eat something.”
Lisa lowered her glass, eyes narrowing at the quiet persistence in Jennie’s tone. Part of her wanted to fight it, to send Jennie packing before she unraveled any further. But her stomach growled before her mouth could form the words, betraying her.
She sighed, rubbing her temples. “Fine. Ten minutes. Then you’re gone.”
Jennie didn’t argue. She didn’t even try. She just stood there, spoon still in her hand, shoulders rising and falling once in a controlled breath before she set it down gently on the counter. The sound of metal against wood was so soft, but in the silence it cracked like thunder.
She looked at Lisa—really looked at her. Eyes red, hair still messy from sleep, skin pale from last night’s tequila. And yet, Jennie’s gaze lingered with something raw, like she wanted to memorize every flaw, every fracture, because maybe this was all she’d be allowed.
“I won’t stay,” Jennie said at last. Her voice was quiet, steady, but there was a tremor buried underneath. “I’ll see you at YG.”
She didn’t wait for a reply. She moved past Lisa, keeping her head down, every step measured like she was holding herself back from something—touching her, begging her, breaking again. At the door, Jennie hesitated, her hand hovering on the knob. She could’ve turned around. She could’ve said something reckless, something that would’ve forced the air between them to ignite. But she didn’t.
The lock clicked, and then she was gone.
Lisa stood frozen in the kitchen, her pulse hammering in her ears. The bowls on the table were still steaming, the smell of rice and broth filling the air, nauseating her. Jennie’s absence was louder than her presence had been, and the apartment suddenly felt cavernous, hostile.
She sank into the chair, staring at the food like it was a trap, like if she ate it, it would mean accepting something she wasn’t ready for. But her stomach growled, and her hands trembled, and in the end, she ate alone—each bite heavy, metallic, like chewing on regret.
By the time she finished, the steam had died, and so had whatever piece of her had still believed Jennie might stay.
The YG building was alive in that particular way it always was before a comeback—electric, urgent, suffocating. Staff darted down the halls with garment bags swinging, stylists barked orders over the hum of hairdryers, and makeup brushes clicked against palettes like tiny war drums.
Normally, Lisa felt at home in this chaos. It was her element—movement, rhythm, adrenaline humming in the walls. But not today.
Today, it all pressed down on her like a weight she couldn’t shake.
Her hood was up when she walked in, headphones dangling loose around her neck though she hadn’t even bothered to turn them on. It was a half-formed shield, a flimsy way of telling the world: don’t talk to me, not yet.
And then she saw her.
Jennie.
Sitting like she always did, effortlessly magnetic without trying. A stylist combed through her dark hair while another laid out accessories on the counter. Jennie’s phone glowed in her hand, her lips curving faintly at something on the screen. She laughed once—a low, easy sound that threaded through the buzz of the room like it had every right to exist there.
Lisa froze.
Her stomach dropped, her palms slicked, and for a moment she thought she might be sick all over again. Because Jennie—after everything, after last night—looked fine.
No awkwardness in her posture. No shame in her face. No trace of tears on her cheeks or desperation in her eyes. Jennie was calm. Jennie was composed. Jennie was Jennie.
And Lisa hated it.
Because Jennie should look wrecked. She should look torn apart, rattled, something. Anything to mirror what was still screaming inside Lisa’s chest. But instead, Jennie sat there like the world hadn’t just tilted off its axis, like Lisa hadn’t kissed her with every broken piece of herself, like Jennie hadn’t pulled away with words sharp enough to slice her open.
“Come on, Lisa, chair’s open,” one of the stylists beckoned, snapping her out of it.
She sat. She let herself be turned, brushed, painted, prepped. But her eyes kept sliding—inevitably, helplessly—to Jennie.
And every time they did, Jennie was fine. Smiling faintly at Rosé. Nodding politely to Jisoo. Even humming along under her breath to a song on the speakers.
Fine.
Lisa gritted her teeth, curling her fists under the cape until her nails dug crescents into her palms.
Inside her head, the questions were relentless: Did she regret it? Did she mean it? Was it pity? Did she just say what I wanted to hear to shut me up? Was last night nothing but an act of mercy?
And still, Jennie moved through the room like nothing had happened. Like the kiss hadn’t happened. Like the breakdown, the promises, the tears—it was all just smoke, gone by morning.
Except… Lisa noticed the cracks.
The way Jennie’s eyes always seemed to circle back, lingering just a second too long before she looked away. The way she didn’t push for conversation, but stayed close enough that Lisa could feel her presence like static in the air.
Jennie wasn’t ignoring her. She wasn’t dismissing her. She was waiting.
Waiting for Lisa to talk. Waiting for Lisa to move.
And Lisa hated it.
Because that meant the ball was in her court, and she had no idea what to do with it.
By the time makeup testing ended, her nerves were shredded. Her body moved on autopilot through choreography, sharp and mechanical, her steps precise enough to satisfy the director. But her face betrayed her—too serious, too flat, shadows pulling her features down.
She could feel Jennie watching from the wings. Always watching. Silent.
When the director called cut, Rosé bounded over with a bottle of water, her blonde hair bouncing as she grinned.
“Hey, you okay?” she asked, offering the bottle. “You’re killing it out there, but you look… I don’t know. Tired?”
Lisa forced a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, twisting the cap open. “Just… focused.”
Jisoo joined, draping an arm around Lisa’s shoulders. “Focused is fine, but you don’t have to look like you’re going into battle.” Her eyes softened. “Smile a little, yeah? We’re almost done.”
Lisa chuckled weakly, shaking her head. “I’m fine, unnie.”
They seemed satisfied enough, retreating with playful chatter. But Lisa caught Jennie across the room, her gaze steady, unreadable. She wasn’t smiling. She wasn’t frowning. Just watching.
And somehow, that made Lisa feel more exposed than if Jennie had confronted her outright.
The day dragged on like that, Jennie’s calm composure like a knife twisting slowly under Lisa’s skin. Every laugh Jennie gave someone else felt like a quiet betrayal. Every calm smile felt like a taunt. And every second of silence between them screamed louder than words ever could.
By the time the company manager finally called break for lunch, Lisa’s nerves were so frayed she thought she might snap at anyone who so much as asked her if she wanted rice or noodles.
Jennie was the first to stand, stretching lightly, already slinging her jacket over her arm as if she planned to head out.
“Let’s go,” Jisoo chirped, nudging Rosé toward the door.
But before Jennie could follow, Lisa’s voice slipped out, sharp and low. “Stay.”
Jennie paused. Turned back.
Jisoo and Rosé exchanged a look but didn’t push. “We’ll get food and bring some back,” Rosé said gently, tugging Jisoo along. “Don’t take too long.”
The door shut behind them, and silence pressed down like a weight.
Jennie’s eyes found her. Soft. Curious. “Is everything okay?”
Lisa scoffed, the sound bitter even to her own ears. “That’s the thing, unnie. Nothing is okay. You—you’re making me feel crazy.”
Jennie’s brows pinched. “Crazy?”
Lisa’s hands fluttered helplessly in the air before falling back against her thighs. “You came to my apartment last night. You told me you’d do anything to get me back. You—you stayed, you held me, you said you’re choosing me.” Her voice cracked, but she pressed on. “And now you’re here acting like nothing happened. Smiling, laughing, like we didn’t—like none of it mattered.”
Her words tumbled faster, sharper, the dam finally bursting. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but it’s messing with my head. I can’t even focus because you’re just—so normal, like it’s just another day, like last night wasn’t—”
“Lili.” Jennie’s voice cut clean through her spiral. That damn nickname.
Lisa froze, her chest heaving, her mouth still half-open as though the next rant was already sitting on her tongue.
Jennie’s gaze didn’t waver. Calm, steady, almost disarming. “You haven’t communicated what you need me to do. All you communicated to me so far was to leave you’re apartment, all I'm doing now is waiting..”
The words landed heavy, unexpected.
Jennie tilted her head slightly, her tone steady but not cold. “Is there something you’d like me to do? Tell me. Because otherwise…” she let the silence fill the space, “I’m not going to force my way into something you’re not ready for.”
Lisa just stared at her, dumbfounded. Her anger snagged on Jennie’s evenness, her words catching in her throat. For once, she had no comeback, no accusation, nothing to throw back.
Because Jennie wasn’t fighting her. She wasn’t arguing. She wasn’t pushing.
She was waiting.
And that—more than anything—left Lisa speechless.
Silence pressed down on them like a storm that refused to break. Lisa sat rigid, heart hammering, words buzzing at the edge of her tongue but refusing to form. She wanted to scream, to demand, to accuse—but when she tried to push anything past her lips, all that came was air. Empty. Useless.
Jennie didn’t fill the space. She didn’t fidget, didn’t flinch, didn’t even let the awkwardness bend her spine. She just… waited. Her patience was almost unbearable, like she’d prepared herself for this exact moment—for Lisa’s fire, her collapse, her silence.
The clock on the wall ticked, each second stretching longer than the last. Lisa’s hands balled into fists against her thighs. She wanted Jennie to crack first, to give her something, anything, but Jennie only looked at her with that steady calmness that felt more dangerous than any fight.
And then Jennie stood. Smooth. Effortless. Her chair barely scraped.
“Alright,” she murmured, voice quiet but firm, like a promise. “I’ll grab some coffee for everyone. I’ll be right back.”
No dramatic pause, no attempt to force Lisa into speaking. Just that—soft, simple, and infuriating.
The door closed behind her with a muted click, leaving Lisa in a silence so thick it felt like drowning. Her shoulders sagged, her breath breaking free in a shaky exhale she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
She dragged her headphones over her ears, thumb trembling as she pressed play. Music surged in, loud and fast, a wall against the storm inside her head. She threw herself back against the couch cushions, closing her eyes, as if the beat could erase Jennie’s voice.
But it couldn’t.
Every word Jennie had said earlier still clung to her skin like smoke. “Is there something you’d like me to do?”
The question echoed, impossible to ignore, because Lisa didn’t know the answer. She didn’t know what she wanted from Jennie—an apology, a confession, a fight, a goodbye. All she knew was that every option felt like a trap.
Images blurred behind her closed eyes: Mina’s gentle voice in her ear, Jennie’s desperate whisper in her apartment, her own reflection in the mirror looking more like a stranger every day.
She gritted her teeth and turned the volume higher. Louder. Louder. Until it was pounding against her skull and shaking her chest. Until the rest of the world was nothing but noise.
But no matter how high she cranked it, one thought still cut through:
Jennie was waiting.
And Lisa didn’t know if she’d ever be ready to answer her.
Lisa barely noticed the door creak open, the soft shuffle of footsteps breaking through the muffled thrum of her music. She didn’t move, sprawled across the couch with her hoodie bunched under her chin and her headphones drowning her out. But when a firm tap brushed her knee, she jolted, tugging one side of her headphones down.
Alice stood there, a water bottle in one hand, eyebrows raised in that calm, no-nonsense way that had gotten Lisa through more schedules than she could count.
“Sit up,” Alice said, tone flat but not unkind.
Lisa groaned but obeyed, dragging herself upright, her body sagging against the cushions like even that small movement had cost her. Alice sat down beside her without ceremony, close enough that her shoulder was right there if Lisa needed it. She didn’t ask questions, didn’t pry—just was. And that somehow made the silence louder than anything.
Lisa exhaled shakily, rubbing at her eyes. Her voice cracked when she finally spoke.
“I think I want to take a break.”
Alice let out a low chuckle, shaking her head as if she’d seen this storm brewing a mile away. “If I could, kid, I’d grant it in a heartbeat. But you and I both know we’re chained to this machine right now. Do you want to talk about it?”
Lisa stared at her hands, her knuckles pale from how tightly she was squeezing them together. She shook her head slowly.
“No. I just… I don’t ever want to have feelings again.”
That made Alice laugh—not the warm kind, but one edged with bitterness, the laugh of someone who’d been there once, maybe more than once. “So, I’m assuming I don’t have to rearrange your schedule anymore. No more carving out those mysterious thirty-minute windows for a certain… special someone?”
Lisa snorted, though it came out more like a broken sigh. “At this point, unnie, I need you to just lock me in my apartment. Don’t let me out until the comeback is over. And even after that…” She gave a hollow laugh. “I might still beg you to keep me locked up.”
Alice tilted her head, studying her like she was a puzzle she couldn’t quite solve. There was confusion, sure, but there was also patience. She didn’t push. She just let the silence breathe before answering, her voice softer than Lisa expected.
“You know whatever it is, kid, I’m here to help however I can. No judgment. No contracts. Just me and you.”
That undid Lisa in a way she hadn’t prepared for. Her chest ached, her throat tightened, and before she could stop herself, she leaned sideways, pressing her head against Alice’s shoulder. For a second, she just stayed there, rigid as stone. But then her body gave out, the weight of everything melting into Alice’s steady frame.
“I know, unnie,” Lisa whispered, the words muffled against fabric. “I know.”
Alice didn’t move, didn’t fidget, didn’t fill the silence with empty comfort. She just sat there with her, solid and unwavering, while Lisa let herself breathe for the first time all day.
The room stayed quiet like that for a long moment. The distant hum of stylists chattering down the hall. The soft buzz of Lisa’s phone on the table, ignored.
The room stayed quiet like that for a long moment. The distant hum of stylists chattering down the hall. The soft buzz of Lisa’s phone on the table, ignored.
And then the door swung open, and the noise of the world rushed back in. Jennie slipped inside first, balancing a cardboard tray heavy with coffees, the steam curling faintly upward. Jisoo and Rosé followed right behind her, bags of lunch dangling from their hands, the faint smell of kimchi and rice already filling the room. Behind them, staff trickled in with their own takeout boxes and chatter, the whole place swelling back to life in seconds.
It wasn’t announced, no one said anything, but the shift was obvious. The private cocoon Lisa had with Alice dissolved into the hum of activity, swallowed whole by the sound of lids popping off, plastic bags rustling, and quiet laughter bouncing between crew members.
Lisa sat up straighter, subtly pulling herself from Alice’s shoulder, her expression smoothing into something neutral. Jennie’s eyes flicked over the room as she set the coffees down, her gaze lingering just a fraction of a second too long in Lisa’s direction before sliding away again.
Jennie moved easily through the room, passing steaming cups into waiting hands. One for a stylist, another for a manager, one for Jisoo, another for Rosé. When she reached their little corner, she set two cups down in the middle of the floor—hers and the girls’—like a quiet marker that this was where they’d gather.
Jisoo and Rosé caught on immediately, dropping their trays down beside the coffees. The plastic lids came off with soft snaps, the smell of cafeteria food filling the room. Neither said anything, but the way they settled on the floor made it clear they weren’t waiting for permission.
Lisa hesitated for a second before joining them, lowering herself to the floor. She didn’t say a word. Just folded herself into the circle and stared her food down like it was routine.
They waited, instinctively, for Jennie. And when she sat, the circle felt complete.
It was mostly Jisoo and Rosé carrying the conversation, laughter bubbling between them, Jisoo’s wit and Rosé’s bright tone enough to keep the table alive. Jennie chimed in here and there, calm and easy, her smile slipping into place as naturally as breathing. But between her quiet remarks, her eyes flicked sideways, landing on Lisa’s tray.
Lisa hadn’t touched half of it. The things she didn’t like—left in neat little piles like barricades she didn’t want to climb. She’d picked out the bits she favored, chewing through them slowly, absently.
Jennie noticed. She didn’t say a word, didn’t break her rhythm with Jisoo and Rosé, but she reached into her own tray, slid the same foods onto Lisa’s plate without pause, like she’d done it a thousand times before.
Lisa froze. Her eyes snapped to Jennie immediately, sharp and startled, but Jennie was still listening to something Rosé was saying, her expression unbothered, almost light.
At first Lisa wanted to push the food back. To say something, anything. But the conversation spun around them like a current, carrying everything forward before she could open her mouth. And then it happened again—Jennie’s chopsticks moving without hesitation, adding another small piece of food to Lisa’s side, her focus still outward, like it was instinct.
Lisa’s stomach turned in quiet confusion. She let it go the first time. The second. By the third, she stopped trying to protest at all.
She told herself it wasn’t worth it. That she didn’t care. But every time Jennie’s chopsticks tapped gently against her tray, her chest tightened, like her body remembered something her mind had been trying so hard to forget.
After lunch, the day slipped back into its rhythm. Stylists ushered them into different corners, fabrics swishing, pins clinking against the floor. But even when they weren’t in the same space, Jennie’s presence seemed to trail Lisa like a shadow.
It started small.
They’d been dismissed for a short break, barely five minutes before the next round of fittings. Lisa was scrolling aimlessly on her phone when Jennie passed by, slipping a chilled water bottle into her hand without even pausing. She didn’t stop to explain, didn’t hover—just pressed it into her palm on the way to where one of the stylists stood, discussing adjustments to a jacket. By the time Lisa looked up, Jennie was already talking, her brows drawn as she gestured lightly at fabric swatches.
Later, during the trial run of possible performance costumes, Lisa had been quiet. The stylist circled her like a hawk, tugging at the hem of a skirt that barely skimmed mid-thigh. Lisa stood still, her cheeks warming, the mirror betraying just how exposed she felt. And then—without announcement—Jennie was there. She had plucked a blazer from a rack, draped it over Lisa’s hips, and held it casually in place as if she’d only been adjusting it for the stylist’s sake.
Lisa hadn’t realized what she was doing until she caught their reflection. Jennie standing behind her, posture easy, face calm, one hand anchoring the blazer so Lisa’s back was covered. She didn’t say anything. Just held it there until the stylist was satisfied with the silhouette and waved Lisa off.
By the time they transitioned into recordings, Lisa thought she’d managed to steady her breathing. But again—Jennie. She’d disappeared for a few minutes only to return with a steaming cup of tea. She set it in front of Lisa before sliding effortlessly into the conversation Rosé was having with the producers, her voice calm, her focus pointed elsewhere. Like she hadn’t just remembered Lisa’s throat was sore from practicing. Like it wasn’t a big deal.
It kept happening. Quiet gestures. Subtle interferences. Not enough to draw attention from anyone else, but enough that Lisa noticed every single one.
And that was the problem—because Lisa did notice. That’s what rattled Lisa most.
Because this—Jennie quietly watching, quietly tending—was everything Lisa had ever wanted. For years, she had dreamed of being seen like this, cared for like this. And now that it was happening, all Lisa could feel was fear.
Fear that Jennie might wake up tomorrow and decide it had all been a mistake. Fear that the words she’d whispered last night—I’ll do anything to prove it. I’m choosing you.—were only heat-of-the-moment promises that would dissolve with daylight. Fear that one day Jennie would change her mind, and Lisa would be left hollow, humiliated for believing in her again.
Her stomach twisted at the memory of their kiss. How gentle, how desperate, how much it had felt like everything finally breaking open—only for Jennie to pull back. Not like this, she’d said. I don’t want to start us like this.
Those words should have been comforting, proof that Jennie wanted to do this the right way. But instead, they gnawed at Lisa. Because if Jennie could stop herself then, what else could she stop herself from? What if her feelings—this sudden devotion, this unshakable care—weren’t as steady as Lisa’s heart wanted them to be?
Every small gesture Jennie made was a gift, but also a test Lisa couldn’t stop running in her head. Was this real? Was this temporary? Was this guilt?
By the time evening crept closer, Lisa didn’t know if she was more drained by the endless fittings and rehearsals, or by the storm of her own confusion.
The week slipped by in quiet repetitions. Every day started the same, ended the same—endless fittings, rehearsals, notes, recordings. But woven through the monotony was Jennie.
Always Jennie.
She wasn’t loud about it, never drew attention. It was in the little things. A water bottle pressed into Lisa’s hand before she even thought to ask. A tea placed at her side when her voice grew hoarse. A chair pulled out, a bag picked up, a door held open without fanfare.
At first, Lisa had tried to ignore it. To brush it off as coincidence, as routine, as Jennie simply being Jennie. But the longer it went on, the harder it became to pretend she didn’t notice.
Because slowly—almost unconsciously—Lisa found herself laughing again.
Not the hollow, empty laugh she’d forced for the cameras, but real ones. She teased Rosé when she tripped over choreography. She playfully rolled her eyes at Jisoo’s endless puns. She cracked jokes with the stylists, teased Allison for her nagging, even grinned through a mock-scolding from Teddy when she missed her cue in the studio.
And Jennie—always nearby, always watching—never claimed credit. She just let it happen.
But Lisa knew. Deep down, she knew.
The peak came one gray morning when the van pulled up outside her apartment. Lisa climbed in, still tugging her hoodie over her head, and froze.
Sitting neatly on her seat was a small breakfast bag, steam still curling faintly from the cup inside.
“Got it from the café downstairs,” Jennie said casually, eyes still on her phone. “Didn’t think you’d have time to eat.”
Lisa blinked, fingers tightening around the warm paper bag. Her chest swelled with something that felt dangerously close to hope.
And then Jennie glanced up, almost as an afterthought, pulling something from her bag.
“Oh—these are yours,” she said lightly, holding out Lisa’s headphones. “You left them in the recording room yesterday. I figured you’d need them.”
Lisa stared. Not at the headphones, but at Jennie—calm, unbothered, as though returning a piece of her world and feeding her in the same breath meant nothing at all.
Lisa sat back in her seat, headphones in one hand, the warm breakfast in the other. The van rumbled beneath them, Jisoo humming along to the radio up front, Rosé scrolling through her phone. The world outside blurred past, ordinary, unchanged.
But inside her, something shifted.
A week ago, she couldn’t even look at Jennie without feeling the sting of betrayal, the ache of everything that had been said, everything that hadn’t. A week ago, she thought Jennie’s words—I’ll do anything, I’ll fight for you—were just heat-of-the-moment desperation. Empty promises.
And yet here they were.
Not because she was loud, or demanding, but because she kept showing up in the smallest, most ordinary ways—the kind of moments fans went crazy for online, the ones that seemed casual but landed heavy in Lisa’s chest.
Like the way Jennie would crouch behind her during practice, fingers deftly tucking Lisa’s mic pack back into place before she even realized it was slipping. Or the way she’d reach across the table during breaks, sliding half of her kimbap onto Lisa’s tray without asking, her eyes still fixed on whatever conversation she was having with Rosie.
There were the little touches, too—like when Jennie’s hand brushed her bangs out of her eyes mid-dance, muttering a soft, “You’ll thank me later,” before jogging back into formation. And the quiet callbacks, Jennie suddenly reviving an old nickname Lisa hadn’t heard in years, tossing it out with such casual ease that even Jisoo picked it up again, like no time had passed.
It built slowly, day by day, a rhythm Lisa couldn’t escape. None of it was grand. None of it demanded anything from her. But to Lisa, each gesture felt louder than words. Because this—this steady, unshaken consistency—was all she’d ever wanted. And though the week was short, though her heart was still wary, Lisa felt herself slipping toward one terrifying conclusion: maybe Jennie really did mean what she said.
The next week unfolded differently. If the first had been Jennie’s quiet persistence, the second became Lisa’s slow, stumbling echo of it. At first, it wasn’t intentional. It was instinct—her body moving before her mind caught up, like muscle memory she hadn’t realized she still carried.
The first time it happened, it was late during rehearsal. The AC had been blasting all night, the mirrors fogging slightly with the mix of cold air and sweat, and Lisa noticed Jennie shiver when they sat down to rest. Her arms were wrapped tightly around herself, lips pressed together as if she didn’t want to call attention to it. Without thinking, Lisa tugged off her oversized sweatshirt and draped it over Jennie’s shoulders. “Don’t argue, just wear it,” she muttered, already turning away to grab her water bottle. Jennie blinked, startled, but she didn’t say a word. She simply pulled the sleeves over her hands, hiding the smile that tugged at her mouth.
Then came choreography. Jennie had stumbled lightly over a new step, her brow furrowed, frustration threatening to boil over. Lisa crossed the room without hesitation and extended her hand. “Come on, I’ll walk it through with you,” she said, voice calm, patient. She guided Jennie beat by beat, breaking down the movement until Jennie relaxed into the rhythm again. For a moment, it was like nothing had changed between them—like Lisa was still that younger version of herself, all sunshine and instinct, helping her members because she couldn’t not.
There were smaller things, too. Things so quiet Lisa almost missed them herself. At lunch one day, when dessert came with their trays, Lisa pushed the last bite across the table toward Jennie, pretending she didn’t care but waiting until Jennie picked it up. When she got up to grab water, she’d automatically bring back two bottles and wordlessly place one by Jennie’s side. During styling, when Jennie’s hair kept slipping out of its clip, Lisa was the one who reached forward to fix it, twisting it back into place with gentle fingers before the stylist returned.
And it didn’t stop there. During a recording session, Lisa noticed Jennie humming to herself nervously while waiting for her turn in the booth. Lisa reached over, slid one earbud into Jennie’s ear, and pressed play on a beat she’d been working on in her free time. “Distract yourself,” she said softly. Jennie had looked at her with something unreadable in her eyes, but she let the music drown out her nerves until her name was called.
By the end of the week, it wasn’t just Jennie showing up anymore. Lisa had started unconsciously returning it, piece by piece, like a mirror reflecting light back to its source.
She caught herself once, after setting a cup of tea in front of Jennie during a late-night meeting. Her hand lingered a moment too long on the rim before she pulled it back, cheeks heating. What am I doing? she scolded herself. What if she changes her mind again? The fear of it curled in her stomach, sharp and sour. Because this—this was all she had ever wanted. And now that it was happening, the possibility of losing it again felt unbearable.
But Jennie never said a word. She never teased, never pointed it out. She simply accepted it—the sweatshirt, the hand guiding hers through steps, the saved dessert, the fixed hair, the shared music—as if each one was proof that Lisa was letting her back in.
The van was quieter than usual, the only sound the low hum of the engine and the occasional turn signal clicking into the dark. Outside, Seoul blurred past in streaks of neon and scattered headlights, a city alive while both of them were worn down to the bone.
Lisa sat pressed against the window, her cheek resting against the cool glass. Her breath fogged the pane in faint bursts. She looked exhausted, like every movement cost her more energy than she had left. Her long legs stretched out into the aisle, fingers fidgeting absently with the drawstrings of her hoodie. She hadn’t spoken since practice ended—hadn’t even really looked Jennie’s way.
Jennie, seated a careful distance beside her, scrolled her phone more out of habit than focus. Every so often she’d sneak a glance—at the way Lisa’s lashes cast faint shadows under her eyes, at the soft crease between her brows. It was the kind of silence that buzzed, full of words unsaid. Jennie knew it. She could feel it sitting heavy between them, and it took everything not to break it with something too much, too soon.
For a long while, the only sound was the city and the road. Then, just as the van rounded a corner, Lisa’s voice slipped out—so soft Jennie almost thought she’d imagined it.
“Thank you.”
Jennie blinked, sitting up straighter. “What?”
Lisa’s gaze stayed glued to the window, her reflection blurred against the passing lights. “For… trying,” she said, her tone quiet but steady. “For not pushing. For just showing up. And not having to be loud about it.”
Jennie stilled. She could feel her heart kick hard against her ribs, an ache blooming in her chest. That was the most Lisa had said to her in days—not out of duty or politeness, but something real.
For a beat, Jennie couldn’t move. She wanted to grab Lisa’s hand, to pull her close, to say everything she’d been holding back—but she forced herself still. She knew better now. Lisa didn’t need grand declarations. She needed patience. Consistency. Proof.
So Jennie let her voice soften, let every word carry all the weight she couldn’t pour into touch.
“I know it’s going to be a long way,” she murmured. “But I’ll be here. The whole way.”
Lisa didn’t turn. Didn’t answer. But Jennie noticed the way her fingers stilled on her hoodie strings, how her shoulders dropped ever so slightly, like something inside her had unclenched.
The van rolled on, the driver silent up front, the city pulling them closer to their apartments.
Jennie leaned back into her seat, finally letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding. Her hand itched to reach out—to just graze Lisa’s sleeve, remind her she wasn’t alone—but she didn’t. Instead, she gave her space, like always.
Lisa blinked slowly against the window. Her chest still felt tight, but there was something new there, too. Something small and dangerous. Something that felt like hope.
The van slowed as it veered into her neighborhood, the glowing streetlamps spilling long shadows across the pavement. Jennie felt it before the driver even announced their stop—the gentle shift in the air, that fleeting disappointment that always came when the night had to end.
Lisa lived on the opposite side of Seoul from Jennie, tucked into a quieter corner of the city. It meant she was always dropped off first. It meant Jennie always had to watch her go.
“All right, Lisa-ssi,” the manager up front said, his voice low from hours of silence.
Lisa reached for her bag without looking back, fingers clumsy from fatigue. For a moment, it seemed like she would just slip out with nothing more than a polite nod—like she’d do what she always did. But then she paused.
She turned just enough to glance at Jennie, her eyes catching the faintest glow of the overhead light. It wasn’t long, barely a second, but it was deliberate. Jennie’s chest tightened at the sight. There was no smile, no words—but there was something. A flicker. A thread left hanging in the space between them.
Jennie gave the smallest nod in return, her lips curving just enough to hint at something more. Not a grin, not even really a smile. Just a promise that she had heard Lisa, that she understood.
Then the van door slid open, and the cold night air rushed in. Lisa stepped out onto the pavement, adjusting her hoodie against the wind. She didn’t look back again. The door slid shut, muffling the city’s sounds, and Jennie was left with nothing but the echo of Lisa’s words still circling her mind.
Thank you.
The van pulled back into the flow of traffic, carrying Jennie across the city toward her own apartment. She leaned her head against the seat, eyes fixed on the dark blur outside the window, and for the first time in what felt like forever, her heart wasn’t weighted with doubt.
Lisa hadn’t said much. But sometimes, Jennie knew, it was the smallest things that mattered most.
Chapter 42: in your car
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
Chapter Text
The days blurred together in a rhythm of fittings, rehearsals, and late nights at the YG building—but something was shifting underneath all of it. Something quiet, almost invisible, unless you were looking closely.
Jennie wasn’t subtle anymore. She didn’t try to be.
When the choreographer adjusted their routine, Jennie always lingered behind after dismissal—“just in case you want to run through them again” Lisa would casually throw in there as she stretched.
When a stylist muttered about a missing accessory, Jennie always seemed to “just happen” to have a spare hair tie, bracelet, or pair of hoops in her bag, ready to press into Lisa’s hand.
When Lisa looked tired—when her energy dropped, her laugh came slower, her shoulders sagged—Jennie was there with some ridiculous little thing: a chocolate bar, a folded blanket she pulled from the practice room, a joke muttered under her breath just loud enough for Lisa to hear.
Lisa wasn’t sure how to handle it. Half the time, she felt like her heart might beat out of her chest. The other half, she wanted to run before Jennie changed her mind.
But then she started showing up, too. Not because she didn’t know how—Lisa had always been good with gestures. She just used to hold them back, afraid of what they’d reveal. But now, without realizing, she was slipping. Letting her instincts take over.
When Jennie’s hair kept falling forward during dance practice, Lisa tugged a spare clip from her pocket and gently fastened it back, mumbling, “There, you can see now,” before jogging back into formation.
When Jennie left her lyric sheets scattered on the piano, Lisa quietly gathered them, stacking them neatly on top of her bag before they left the studio.
One morning, Jennie yawned so wide during warm-ups that everyone laughed; Lisa only shook her head, snuck away for a minute, and came back with her favorite iced Americano balanced on top of her own. Jennie blinked, startled, but Lisa just slid it onto the bench beside her and stretched like nothing had happened.
When the stylists were swapping accessories between them during fittings, Lisa noticed Jennie’s necklace clasp twisted the wrong way. She stepped in without hesitation, fingers brushing the back of Jennie’s neck as she fixed it, murmuring, “Hold still.” The room carried on like nothing happened, but Jennie froze.
And then there were the small, wordless things. Standing a half-step closer when Jennie looked tired, like she could shield her from the noise.
Scooting her chair just slightly so Jennie didn’t have to reach far when they shared documents during meetings.
Letting her laugh be louder when Jennie’s was soft, so it didn’t fall flat.
Jennie noticed every single one.
Jisoo noticed too—catching Lisa lingering in the mirror a beat too long after straightening Jennie’s hair clip, her cheeks pinker than usual. Rosie wasn’t blind either; she caught Jennie’s eyes flicking toward Lisa between conversations, that tiny delay before she remembered to look away. Neither of them said anything. Not yet. But their smirks were sharp and unmissable.
The rhythm grew—Jennie showing up, Lisa answering without hesitation. Their gestures wove together into something that felt… familiar. Dangerous. Comforting.
And maybe that’s what unsettled Lisa most of all. Because this—this was all she ever wanted. And now that it was happening, the weight of it made her chest ache. Because what if one morning Jennie woke up and decided she didn’t want this anymore? What if this was just a phase, a surge of guilt, a temporary kindness?
Hope was blooming in her chest, yes. But with it came fear—fear that if Jennie pulled back again, Lisa wouldn’t survive it.
The practice room had gone quiet. The speakers were off, the mirrors dark except for the glow of the ceiling lights. Jisoo and Chaeyoung’s laughter still lingered faintly from down the hall, growing smaller and smaller until even that was gone. The stylists had left, their bags dragging softly against the floor. It was just Lisa now, crouched over her sneakers, tugging at the stubborn knots in her laces.
She could feel someone watching her.
Her head lifted, and there she was—Jennie, leaning casually against the doorframe, phone in hand. Normally, Jennie was already halfway to the van by now, the first one in her seat as soon as they were dismissed. But tonight, she lingered. And that alone sent Lisa’s nerves skittering.
“Unnie?” Lisa asked, trying to keep her voice level. “You’re not heading out?”
Jennie didn’t move. Her phone slid into her pocket, her gaze settling on Lisa with a calmness that looked rehearsed. She crossed the room slowly, each step too measured to be casual, and stopped just short of where Lisa sat.
“Actually,” Jennie said, her tone even, though a fraction too careful. “I wanted to ask you something.”
Lisa froze, sneaker half-off her foot. Her fingers clutched at the laces like they were a lifeline. “What’s up?”
Jennie shifted her weight, shoulders relaxed but hands buried deep in her pockets, like she was holding herself together from the inside out. “I was thinking…” She hesitated, only for a heartbeat, but Lisa caught it. “Maybe we could hang out. Not here. Not at work. Just—” Jennie’s eyes flicked briefly to hers, then dropped again. “You and me. A movie, maybe. Or dinner. Something simple.”
The words were delivered with the cool ease Jennie always carried, that soft confidence that made it seem like nothing in the world could touch her. But Lisa wasn’t fooled. She saw the faintest flex of Jennie’s jaw, the way her tongue darted briefly to wet her lips before she looked away. The signs were small, but Lisa knew her well enough to recognize them.
Jennie was nervous.
The thought was so shocking Lisa almost laughed. Jennie Kim, nervous? Because of me? Her heart thudded uncomfortably against her ribs, loud enough she swore Jennie could hear it.
Her brain scrambled for words, but nothing coherent came. She stared at Jennie—at the calm mask she wore, at the fragility just beneath it—and she felt her breath catch. This was what she’d wanted, wasn’t it? Jennie, standing there, asking to spend time with her, just them. It was what she had dreamed of for so long.
So why did it feel like her throat was closing?
Lisa’s lips parted, but no words came. Her fingers curled tighter around the laces in her hand.
Jennie tilted her head slightly, as if bracing for rejection but refusing to let it show. “A movie,” she repeated, softer this time, and her voice almost cracked the calm she carried. Almost.
Lisa’s chest tightened painfully. She wanted to run. She wanted to say yes. She wanted both.
And then, like a flash, it hit her—Jennie was terrified, too. She was hiding it well, wrapped up in her effortless composure, but Lisa knew the truth. Jennie was scared. Just like her.
That realization anchored her.
Lisa blinked, once, then again. Her pulse hammered, but she managed to force a breath past the knot in her throat. “...Yes.”
Jennie’s composure faltered. Her eyes widened just slightly, not enough for anyone else to notice, but Lisa saw it—the ripple of relief, the way her shoulders dipped like she’d been holding them too high for too long.
“Yes?” Jennie echoed, almost as if she needed to hear it again.
Lisa nodded quickly, her voice lower this time, steadier even though her heart was anything but. “Yes. Movie, dinner—whatever. Just us.”
And then it was Jennie’s turn to fall silent. For the first time in a long time, her calm cracked—not in panic, but in something softer. Something real. Her lips curved slowly, not into a smirk or a practiced smile, but into something small, genuine, and unguarded.
She didn’t gloat. She didn’t tease. She only nodded, voice quiet but certain. “Just us,” she said again, the words settling heavy in the air.
Lisa swallowed hard, heat crawling up her neck. She turned back to her sneakers quickly, tugging at the laces like they needed fixing, but the blush rising to her cheeks was impossible to hide.
And Jennie, standing there, watching her, smiled like she’d just won something she never thought she’d have the chance to win.
Jennie had picked the day herself. A “short” day—short in idol terms, which still meant they’d been at the building for ten hours straight but managed to leave before the sky turned black. Lisa hadn’t thought twice when Jennie mentioned it in passing earlier that week. After practice, after styling—maybe I’ll stop by your place? I’ll grab food on the way. Just us. No staff.
Just us.
The words clung to her ribs like burrs, impossible to shake off.
Lisa agreed before she had time to overthink, nodding with what she hoped passed as casual. But when Jennie repeated it, a little more deliberate this time—“I’ll drive, less people involved”—the weight of what they were planning sank in. Not a date. Definitely not. Just… them. Dinner. A movie. That’s all.
That’s what Lisa kept telling herself as she texted Jennie the garage code the moment she was dropped off. Her fingers flew fast over the screen, heart pounding as if she were passing along state secrets. She threw her phone onto the counter afterwards like it might burn her.
And then came the silence.
Lisa stood in the middle of her apartment, suddenly hyper-aware of everything. The shoes by the door weren’t lined up. The throw blanket on the couch was a crumpled heap. Empty water bottles stood like soldiers on her coffee table. She hadn’t lit a candle in weeks.
It’s not a big deal, she reminded herself. It’s just Jennie. She’s been here before. She knows you.
But it didn’t feel like just Jennie. Not anymore. Not after everything.
Her body moved before her brain caught up. She scooped up bottles, shoved blankets into corners, lit one—no, three—candles, then blew out two of them because was that too much? She switched the lights lower, changed them back, then finally gave up and slumped against the kitchen counter.
“Get a grip,” she muttered under her breath, pressing her palms to her eyes.
She forced herself into sweats, her softest ones, the kind that didn’t feel like trying too hard but also didn’t scream I gave up on life. She tugged her hoodie strings tight around her face, pacing as if she could walk out her nerves.
Then she looked at the clock. Too much time had passed. Too little. She couldn’t tell anymore.
Lisa tried to focus on something tangible, something simple. Drinks. That was safe. Jennie liked sparkling water, sometimes beer if the night was right. Maybe iced tea. She lined them up neatly on the counter, fidgeting with their arrangement as if the symmetry would calm her.
By the time she sat down on the couch, legs pulled up under her, the air in the apartment felt thick with anticipation. Her heart still hadn’t slowed. Excitement, nerves—it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.
She exhaled hard into the quiet. “It’s just us,” she whispered to no one, like if she repeated it enough times, it might finally feel true.
And then her phone buzzed on the counter.
Jennie stood outside Lisa’s apartment door, motionless except for the slight tremor in her hands. A paper bag dangled from one of them, greasy at the bottom where the fried chicken oil had already started to seep. Jjajangmyeon, too—comfort food she hoped would speak louder than anything she might mess up with her words.
She’d timed it perfectly—changed quickly at her place, thrown on something casual but still put-together, grabbed the food herself. No staff, no manager, no driver. She didn’t want anyone else involved. Didn’t want the whispers, the assumptions, the watchful eyes. This—whatever this was—needed to be theirs alone.
But now here she was, standing in the muted glow of the hallway, staring at Lisa’s door like it might suddenly open and swallow her whole.
Her thumb hovered over the doorbell. She pulled it back. Pressed it close again. Pulled it back. It was ridiculous—but never before had walking through this door felt so monumental.
Jennie closed her eyes, drawing in a breath through her nose, holding it until her lungs burned before letting it out slowly. It’s dinner. Just dinner. Not a confession. Not a contract. Just… dinner.
But the thought didn’t slow her pulse. If anything, it only made her more aware of the way her chest ached, of how badly she didn’t want to ruin this.
Finally, in a burst of impatience with herself, Jennie jabbed the bell. Too hard. Too fast. The sharp chime echoed on the other side, startling her enough that she winced. Great. Smooth.
And then silence.
Jennie’s heartbeat filled the space where footsteps should’ve been. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, clutched the bag tighter until the handles cut into her skin.
On the other side of the door, Lisa’s head shot up from where she’d been rearranging cans in the fridge for the third time just to kill the nerves. The chime rang through her apartment like a siren, and her stomach lurched. She froze, a half-open can of sparkling water in her hand. She’s here. She’s really here.
Lisa glanced at the mirror by the hallway. Sweats, hair loosely tied back, no makeup. Cozy, she told herself. Intentional. Normal. But then she noticed how crooked the throw pillows looked on the couch, how uneven the glasses were on the coffee table, how the drinks she’d set out looked like she’d been overthinking—which she had.
Her pulse spiked. For a second she thought about running back to her room, changing into something—anything—else. But then she caught herself in the mirror again, cheeks already flushed, eyes wide and nervous. She didn’t look ready. She didn’t look casual. She looked like a girl about to panic.
She shut the fridge, set down the can with shaking fingers, and forced herself toward the door.
On the other side, Jennie’s nerves twisted tighter with every second of silence. Maybe she’s not home. Maybe she changed her mind. Maybe she—
The click of the lock turning nearly undid her. She straightened too fast, bag crinkling loudly in her grip, breath held like she was bracing for impact.
And then, slowly, the door began to open.
The door cracked open just a sliver, Lisa’s wide eyes peeking through like she wasn’t sure she was ready to see who was on the other side. But the second her gaze landed on Jennie, everything inside her stalled.
Jennie stood in the dim hallway light, clutching a paper bag like it was her lifeline. Her damp hair clung to her cheeks in loose strands, and her plain jeans and oversized tee somehow made her look even more disarming. Nothing glamorous. Nothing styled. Just Jennie. But Lisa didn’t miss the tension in her posture—too upright, shoulders tight, fingers wrapped too hard around the bag’s handles. Jennie wasn’t calm. She was standing there nervously like she hadn’t spent her whole life learning how to look untouchable.
Lisa became suddenly aware of herself—bare-faced, in a sweatshirt and sweats, hair messily tied up, cheeks still warm from her frantic rearranging and then undoing everything five minutes before. She tugged at her sleeve with clammy hands, wishing she could slow her heartbeat down before Jennie actually heard it.
For a long second, neither of them moved. Neither of them spoke. The only sound was the faint hum of the hallway light above and Lisa’s own pulse in her ears.
Jennie finally cleared her throat, her voice carrying a cool edge that almost masked the speed of her words.
“I, uh… brought food. Nothing serious. Just some wings and jjajangmyeon. I didn’t know what you’d want, so I… kind of panicked and got both. Hopefully that’s fine.”
Lisa blinked, her lips parting as the words landed. Jennie Kim—who could freeze a stadium with a single look, who could breathe confidence even in chaos—was rambling. Over chicken.
Her mouth twitched before she could stop herself, the smallest smile tugging at her lips. “You… panicked? Over chicken?”
Jennie’s laugh came out softer, almost embarrassed, and she ducked her head slightly, the corner of her mouth curving as if she hated being caught like this. “Yeah. Don’t tell anyone. It’d ruin my image.”
Lisa shook her head slowly, warmth crawling across her chest that she couldn’t quite smother. It was too much—Jennie standing there so casually, but not casual at all. Her coolness is fighting against nerves. Her presence filling the space like gravity.
Without a word, Lisa stepped back and pulled the door open wider. “Come in before my neighbors start wondering why Jennie Kim is loitering outside my door at night with takeout.”
Jennie brushed past her with careful ease, the paper bag bumping against her hip as she walked inside. The familiar scent of fried chicken quickly spilled into the apartment, cozy and grounding. But Lisa barely noticed. All she could register was Jennie—in her space, in her living room, carrying the kind of energy that made Lisa’s skin prickle.
Jennie set the bag down on the counter like it was some grand offering, exhaling as if she’d been holding her breath since the doorbell. She glanced around the apartment—soft lights, a blanket draped over the couch, two glasses on the table already filled with drinks—and then back at Lisa, who was still hovering near the door like she hadn’t convinced herself to move yet.
Their eyes met again. And that was all it took. The air tightened, charged, like every unspoken word between them was hanging there, waiting for someone to reach out and grab it.
Jennie busied herself unpacking the food, though Lisa could tell she was doing it more to have something to do with her hands than out of necessity. She placed the boxes carefully on the coffee table—too carefully, as if they were made of glass. Lisa hovered nearby, not sure whether to help or just watch, until finally she crouched down beside Jennie, tugging one of the bags open.
The smell hit immediately—sweet, savory, rich—and for some reason it made Lisa’s throat tighten. This was normal. Ordinary. Takeout with someone at the end of a long day. Yet with Jennie, it didn’t feel ordinary at all. It felt… new. Dangerous.
Jennie glanced up from the sauce packets, her eyes catching Lisa’s for a second too long. “Do you want the couch or the floor?” she asked, voice steady but low.
Lisa’s mind blanked for a beat before she stammered, “Uh—the floor’s fine. More space.”
“Floor it is,” Jennie said simply, already sliding down to sit cross-legged. She didn’t comment on how close Lisa chose to sit—close enough to reach for the chicken at the same time, but not so close that their knees touched.
They started eating quietly, Jennie peeling open the jjajangmyeon lid, Lisa plucking a wing from the box. Jennie offered napkins without looking, like muscle memory, and Lisa accepted, her fingers brushing Jennie’s for the briefest moment. The shock of it lingered longer than it should have.
The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but it wasn’t effortless either. It was something in between—a careful balance of two people trying not to move too fast but also not wanting to move away.
“So,” Lisa finally said, her mouth full of noodles. She swallowed quickly, cheeks heating, and tried again. “Do you always feed people when you want to hang out with them?”
Jennie smirked, wiping her fingers delicately. “Only the ones I want to keep around.”
The answer landed heavier than Lisa expected. She bit her lip, looking back down at her food, hiding the sudden warmth in her chest.
Jennie didn’t push the conversation further. She didn’t need to. She just leaned back against the couch, her shoulder brushing the edge, watching Lisa with an expression that was almost too casual. Almost.
Lisa focused on eating, though she couldn’t stop her own glances from flicking toward Jennie every few seconds. The way she sat, the way she laughed quietly when Lisa struggled with the slippery noodles, the way her presence filled the room without demanding anything.
Jennie was the one who reached for the remote, scrolling aimlessly until she landed on something neither of them would remember later. The kind of movie that filled silence without demanding attention. She pressed play and set the remote aside like it wasn’t even worth discussing.
Lisa shifted, leaning against the couch instead of sitting upright. She pulled her knees up, hugging them loosely as she slanted her gaze toward the screen. Or at least, that’s where she wanted it to seem like her attention was. The truth was, the corner of her eye was far too aware of Jennie beside her.
Jennie, who had kicked off her shoes and tucked one leg beneath her, making herself at home like she’d done it a thousand times. Jennie, who sat close enough that Lisa could feel the warmth radiating from her arm.
For the first fifteen minutes, they stayed quiet. Noodles were twirled, chicken bones stacked neatly to the side. The only sounds came from the movie, the rustle of wrappers, the clink of chopsticks against plastic containers.
Then Jennie nudged the takeout box closer to Lisa with her finger. “Want the last drumstick?” she asked, her voice soft, like offering it was more intimate than it should’ve been.
Lisa blinked, then shook her head quickly. “No, unnie, you take it.”
Jennie didn’t move. “Split it?”
The corners of Lisa’s mouth twitched, betraying her before she could stop it. “That’s dumb.”
Jennie smirked. “So is letting it go to waste.”
Lisa rolled her eyes but reached out anyway, letting their chopsticks meet in the middle as they tore the dumpling apart. Their fingers brushed again—accidental, fleeting—but it sent a sharp spark up Lisa’s arm. She covered it by stuffing her half in her mouth too fast.
After that, it just kept happening. Jennie would quietly slide the box with the spicier wings toward Lisa because she knew those were her favorite. Lisa, without even thinking, pushed her untouched pickled radish in Jennie’s direction, because she knew Jennie always finished hers first. They didn’t comment on it, didn’t even make eye contact each time, but the unspoken rhythm grew—easy, steady, dangerously familiar.
And with every exchange, they inched closer. Lisa didn’t know when her shoulder had started brushing the couch cushion instead of leaning on her knees. Didn’t know when Jennie’s leg stretched just a little nearer, their knees almost—but not quite—touching.
By the time the movie hit its halfway point, Lisa couldn’t have said a single thing about the plot. She was too busy memorizing the way Jennie tilted her head when she chewed, the curve of her smirk when she caught Lisa pretending not to look.
And Jennie? Jennie was just as bad. Her eyes lingered on Lisa’s hands, on the way she tapped her fingers against the rim of her cup. On the way her laugh came out quieter than usual, like she didn’t trust herself to let it out fully.
Neither spoke. Neither pulled away.
And the space between them, once wide and awkward, had somehow shrunk until Lisa could swear she felt the weight of Jennie’s every breath.
The movie flickered on the screen, voices low, colors soft in the dim room. Outside the window, the city lights glinted—but inside, only the glow from the TV and the low hum of sound carried them. Lisa and Jennie sat side by side on the couch, knees almost but not quite touching, the air between them taut, electric.
Jennie’s elbow brushed the armrest; Lisa adjusted her blanket. Jennie laughed quietly at something she heard from the film, her hand reaching for the box of chicken to offer Lisa a wing. Lisa accepted; their fingers met over the cardboard edge. Too light. Too fleeting—but enough.
They ate in silence for several minutes, eyes drifting toward the screen, but hearts drifting elsewhere. Jennie stretched, moving just a hair closer; Lisa inhaled sharply, nearly choking on her drink as her cheek grazed Jennie’s. She froze, realizing almost too late what had happened—the warmth of Jennie’s arm brushing her own. Lizards of nervousness crept up her spine.
Jennie paused, her spoon halfway to her mouth. She looked at Lisa, eyes widening just a fraction. Lisa’s breath hitched. Neither moved.
On the screen, a character said something—laugh line, joke—but Lisa didn’t hear it. Jennie didn’t respond.
Jennie’s hand shifted, tiny tremor. She rested it against her own leg, pulled it back as if embarrassed. Lisa’s heart pounded so loudly she thought Jennie must hear it—must feel it.
Lisa’s pulse echoed in her ears. Her cheek burned, her throat tight with what couldn’t yet be said. She stared at Jennie—at the way Jennie’s hair caught the light, at the gentle dip of her collarbone where the shirt fell just so. Jennie looked beautiful, dangerous, warm.
Then—without warning—the movie jumped in audio, scene change. Jennie’s startle nudged her elbow against Lisa’s side. This time, it wasn’t just graceful proximity—it was contact. Jennie’s elbow pressed into Lisa’s ribs through the blanket. So slight it might have been a trick of shadow, but Lisa felt it like a spark.
Both flinched. Lisa jerked her knees apart. Jennie’s hand stilled mid-motion. Neither spoke. Both aware.
Jennie’s voice came, quiet and breaking the silence: “Sorry.”
Lisa’s heart thundered. She swallowed, words caught behind tears she wasn’t sure she’d shed. She didn’t answer.
They sat like that for a long breath—Jennie holding back, Lisa reeling. The kind of moment where the whole world narrowed.
The movie flickered across the screen, but neither of them was watching. Jennie shifted on the couch, tucking one leg under herself, and Lisa mirrored without realizing. Their knees brushed. Just barely.
Neither moved.
A few minutes later, Jennie reached for a piece of chicken from the box between them, her fingers grazing Lisa’s knuckles. Heat jolted through Lisa’s hand like she’d touched a live wire, but Jennie didn’t flinch, just kept eating, her eyes fixed on the screen like nothing had happened.
Lisa swallowed hard, shifting in her seat, but the space between them kept shrinking. When Jennie leaned forward to grab a napkin, her shoulder pressed against Lisa’s arm and lingered there. Not on purpose. Not not on purpose either.
Lisa’s chest tightened. Every time Jennie moved, she felt it—subtle, steady, like gravity itself was pulling them closer.
At some point, their thighs touched. Neither of them pulled back. Lisa barely noticed until she felt Jennie’s warmth seep through her sweats, sending her pulse racing.
Jennie finally turned her head, maybe to ask if Lisa wanted another bite, maybe just to look at her—and that’s when it hit them both.
They were close. Too close. Their noses almost brushed, breaths mingling, the dim light making everything sharper: the curve of Jennie’s lips, the flutter in Lisa’s throat, the faint tremor in both of their chests.
Jennie froze, her eyes widening for just a second. “Lisa…” Her voice was a whisper, rough around the edges. “I don’t want to mess this up.”
Lisa went still. Her brain screamed at her to answer, to say something that would ease the moment, but no words came. All she could feel was Jennie’s presence—her scent, her warmth, the way the older girl’s gaze flicked down to her lips and back up again like she was fighting herself.
It was too much.
Lisa surged forward, closing the gap in an instant.
The kiss wasn’t neat. It wasn’t measured. It was fire breaking loose.
Lisa didn’t even realize she had shifted until Jennie was beneath her, her back sinking into the couch cushions, Lisa’s body half over hers. She didn’t mean to move that fast, didn’t mean to pin Jennie there, but her chest was heaving, her lips wouldn’t stop, and it was like her whole body was starving for this—for her.
Jennie’s hand slid up, gripping the back of Lisa’s neck, nails grazing lightly against her skin. It wasn’t rough, but it wasn’t passive either. She kissed her back, mouth hot and open, teeth clashing once before she broke away for half a breath.
“Lisa—” she gasped, lips swollen, eyes dark and wide.
But Lisa didn’t let her finish. She kissed her again, deeper, hungrier, one hand still cupping Jennie’s jaw while the other trailed down, brushing against her waist like she couldn’t decide whether to hold tighter or be careful.
Jennie’s head fell back against the couch, and she let out a sound that nearly undid Lisa—half a sigh, half a whimper, soft but desperate. Lisa chased it, pressing in harder, her lips moving against hers like she was trying to memorize every curve, every breath.
The movie played on, forgotten, the flicker of the screen painting shadows across their tangled forms. Jennie tugged Lisa closer, their chests pressed now, no space left between them. Lisa’s heart hammered against her ribs, fast and unsteady, but it didn’t matter. She was dizzy with it, drunk on the taste of Jennie, on the warmth of her mouth.
Jennie tilted her head, deepening the kiss, and for a moment Lisa thought she might combust from the heat of it—Jennie’s lips parting against hers, the faint scrape of teeth, the slide of breath that made her shiver.
Lisa’s hand moved without permission, slipping under the hem of Jennie’s shirt, resting at her hip. Just the feel of her skin—warm, soft, alive—was enough to send sparks racing up her arm. Jennie gasped, hips shifting the smallest bit, and that sound was everything.
It was messy. It was desperate. And it was so good.
But beneath all of it, Lisa could feel the weight of what this meant—this wasn’t just kissing, this wasn’t just touching. This was months of tension, of wanting, of fear and hope, exploding all at once in Lisa's living room.
Jennie broke away again, breathing hard, lips inches from Lisa’s, her forehead pressed to hers.
“Lisa…” she whispered, voice shaking. Her eyes searched Lisa’s like she was looking for an answer—whether to stop, whether to keep going, whether this was too much.
Lisa’s lips hovered against hers, her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. She didn’t trust herself to speak. So she kissed her again, softer this time but no less desperate, her answer wordless but clear.
Jennie’s answer wasn’t hesitation—it was surrender. The soft kiss melted almost instantly back into something raw, hungry, unstoppable. Lisa pressed forward, her hand sliding fully under Jennie’s shirt now, splaying against the curve of her waist, holding her there like she was afraid Jennie might disappear.
Jennie arched into the touch, her lips parting on a soft gasp that Lisa swallowed greedily. Her own hands weren’t still anymore—they roamed, hesitant at first, then bolder, skimming up Lisa’s arms, into her hair, down her back. Every brush of fingertips sent Lisa reeling, her skin alive with electricity.
The movie was nothing but background noise now, drowned beneath the sound of their ragged breathing, the wet heat of their mouths colliding and breaking apart, only to find each other again. Lisa kissed like she was starving. Jennie kissed like she was finally giving in.
Lisa’s knee slid up onto the couch, shifting her weight until she was almost straddling Jennie. The younger girl froze for a heartbeat, eyes flicking down between them, realizing just how close they were—how little space was left. But then Jennie pulled her back in, fingers curling in the fabric of Lisa’s sweatshirt, tugging her closer until their bodies pressed flush.
It was overwhelming. The heat of Jennie beneath her, the way her lips tasted—sweet, sharp, like everything Lisa had ever wanted and everything she had been afraid to lose. She deepened the kiss, tongue brushing against Jennie’s in a slow, desperate slide that made Jennie moan into her mouth, a sound that nearly unraveled Lisa completely.
Jennie tilted her head back against the cushion, letting Lisa take more, letting her in. Her hands slipped beneath the hem of Lisa’s sweatshirt now, fingers tracing along the smooth skin of her back, nails grazing just enough to make Lisa shiver.
Lisa broke the kiss for only a second, her forehead pressed to Jennie’s, her lips slick and swollen. “God, unnie…” she breathed, voice wrecked, shaky. She didn’t even know what she was saying—only that it was too much and not enough all at once.
Jennie’s answer was another kiss, harder this time, pulling Lisa back down to her like she was the air she needed to breathe.
The world narrowed to heat and touch—the glide of lips, the soft press of hips shifting restlessly, the low sounds spilling between them, the feel of Jennie’s heartbeat racing against Lisa’s chest.
Lisa lost track of time. It could’ve been minutes or hours, every kiss blurring into the next, every breath stolen and returned. Her hand found Jennie’s jaw again, tilting her face, desperate to map every angle of her, while Jennie’s fingers tangled in her hair, holding her there, refusing to let go.
It was messy. It was clumsy. It was perfect.
By the time they finally broke apart, both of them were flushed, panting, lips red and wet from the force of it. Jennie stayed beneath Lisa, chest rising and falling quickly, eyes wide but shining.
For a moment, neither spoke. They just looked at each other, breathing the same air, caught in the aftershock of something that felt like it had been years in the making.
Jennie’s voice was the first to cut through the silence—low, trembling, honest.
“…I don’t want to stop.”
Jennie’s shirt was halfway off her shoulder now, Lisa’s hands restless against her waist, tugging her closer, closer, like she couldn’t stand even a sliver of space between them. Their kisses had grown frantic—open-mouthed, teeth grazing, breath colliding in shallow bursts. Lisa’s knee pressed between Jennie’s thighs as she deepened the kiss again, a hungry sound escaping her throat that surprised even her.
Jennie arched up into her without hesitation, hands clutching at Lisa’s back, pulling her down harder. Every small noise Jennie made set Lisa on fire. She kissed her rougher, more desperate, tasting the edge of something dangerous. Her fingers gripped Jennie’s shirt like she might tear it off if she wasn’t careful.
And then—Lisa froze.
She pulled back just enough to see Jennie’s face. Lips swollen. Chest rising too fast. Eyes blown wide.
Lisa’s heart hammered painfully. She swallowed, breath still ragged, and whispered, almost afraid of the answer:
“Unnie… are you okay?”
Jennie blinked up at her, dazed, like she’d been pulled out of a dream. For a second Lisa panicked—had she gone too far? Had she scared her? She loosened her grip instantly, hand hovering like she didn’t know if she should touch her again.
“I—I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Lisa stammered, her voice breaking with the weight of everything inside her. “Tell me if I’m too much. I don’t wanna—”
Jennie cut her off the only way she knew how—by dragging Lisa back down into another kiss. Slower this time, but no less certain.
When she finally pulled away, she pressed her forehead to Lisa’s and let out a shaky laugh. “Too much?” she whispered, breath still trembling. “God, Lisa… you could never be too much for me.”
Lisa’s chest ached at that, relief and longing colliding all at once. She kissed her again, gentler this time, trying to balance the fire in her body with the care burning just as fiercely in her heart.
Jennie’s fingers curled into the hem of Lisa’s sweatshirt, tugging with a sudden impatience that made Lisa’s breath hitch. For a heartbeat she let her, let Jennie’s hands slide the fabric up, over her ribs, her chest. Lisa raised her arms almost without thinking, and then—there it was—her sweatshirt was on the floor, Jennie’s gaze roaming over her like fire licking at her skin.
Lisa kissed her again, desperate, dizzy, tasting Jennie like she was the only thing that could steady her. Jennie’s nails raked lightly down her back, and Lisa nearly groaned into her mouth. Every inch of her wanted this—wanted her.
But then, just as quickly, the want twisted into something sharper.
Lisa’s body stilled. Her lips lingered one last second before she tore herself back, breathing hard, her hands braced on either side of Jennie as if holding herself up was the only way to keep from falling apart.
Jennie sat up slightly, flushed and breathless, confusion flashing in her eyes. “Lisa?”
Lisa shook her head, biting down hard on her lip, guilt flooding her chest. She scrambled back just enough to put space between them, raking her hands through her hair.
“I—no, I can’t just—” Her voice cracked, frustration and anguish spilling over. “Before anything—before we go there—I need to know…”
Jennie’s chest rose and fell in quick bursts, but she stayed quiet, waiting, her gaze locked on Lisa’s.
Lisa swallowed, her throat raw. “I need to know that what’s going to happen between us isn’t just a passing thing for you. That you’re not gonna change your mind one morning and decide I was… a mistake.”
Her words trembled, broken around the edges. “Because I can’t do that again, unnie. I can’t survive it again.”
The room went heavy, the sound of their breathing louder than the muted movie still flickering on the TV. Jennie reached out slowly—hesitant but sure—fingers brushing over Lisa’s hand where it clenched.
“Lisa…” she whispered, her voice thick with something that made Lisa’s chest ache even more
Jennie’s touch was feather-light against Lisa’s hand, but it steadied her, rooted her, made her chest clench even harder.
Jennie leaned in just enough that Lisa could see the rawness in her eyes. Not cool, not composed—just Jennie, stripped of all the walls she usually carried.
“It’s not a passing thing,” she said, steady despite the tremor in her voice. “Not for me. Not anymore.”
Lisa blinked at her, tears threatening again, but she forced herself to hold Jennie’s gaze.
Jennie’s thumb brushed against Lisa’s knuckles, slow, deliberate. “I know I made you doubt me. I know I made you feel like this was never an option. But Lisa—God—if you only knew how long I’ve wanted to stop running from this. From you.”
Her breath shuddered. “You think I could change my mind? After this? After us? I couldn’t. Even if I tried. You’re not a mistake, Lisa. You’re… you’re the only thing that’s ever felt right.”
The words landed like thunder in Lisa’s chest, loud and undeniable. She wanted to laugh, to sob, to collapse into Jennie all at once.
Instead she whispered, her voice breaking, “Promise me.”
Jennie didn’t even hesitate. She tightened her grip on Lisa’s hand, leaned forward until their foreheads touched, breath mingling in the charged silence.
“I promise,” she said. No dramatics. No wavering. Just truth, simple and devastating.
Lisa let out a sound that was half-sob, half-laugh, her free hand clutching at Jennie’s shirt like she might disappear if she didn’t hold on. The fear was still there, lingering sharp at the edges, but under it—beneath all the wreckage—was something that finally, finally felt like safety.
Jennie pressed her lips gently to Lisa’s temple. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Jennie’s touch was feather-light against Lisa’s hand, but it steadied her, rooted her, made her chest clench even harder.
Jennie leaned in just enough that Lisa could see the rawness in her eyes. Not cool, not composed—just Jennie, stripped of all the walls she usually carried.
“It’s not a passing thing,” she said, steady despite the tremor in her voice. “Not for me. Not anymore.”
Lisa blinked at her, tears threatening again, but she forced herself to hold Jennie’s gaze.
Jennie’s thumb brushed against Lisa’s knuckles, slow, deliberate. “I know I made you doubt me. I know I made you feel like you were second choice. But Lisa—God—if you only knew how long I’ve wanted to stop running from this. From you.”
Her breath shuddered. “You think I could change my mind? After this? After us? I couldn’t. Even if I tried. You’re not a mistake, Lisa. You’re… you’re the only thing that’s ever felt right.”
The words landed like thunder in Lisa’s chest, loud and undeniable. She wanted to laugh, to sob, to collapse into Jennie all at once.
Instead she whispered, her voice breaking, “Promise me.”
Jennie didn’t even hesitate. She tightened her grip on Lisa’s hand, leaned forward until their foreheads touched, breath mingling in the charged silence.
“I promise,” she said. No dramatics. No wavering. Just truth, simple and devastating.
Lisa let out a sound that was half-sob, half-laugh, her free hand clutching at Jennie’s shirt like she might disappear if she didn’t hold on. The fear was still there, lingering sharp at the edges, but under it—beneath all the wreckage—was something that finally, finally felt like safety.
Jennie pressed her lips gently to Lisa’s temple. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
Jennie’s lips lingered against Lisa’s temple, a quiet vow in the warmth of that touch. Lisa’s eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling, every muscle caught between collapse and surrender.
When Jennie pulled back, just enough to look at her again, Lisa’s breath caught. Their faces were so close that Lisa could see every detail—the faintest sheen of moisture in Jennie’s lashes, the flush on her cheeks, the way her lips parted like she was holding back words and wanting at the same time.
And Lisa couldn’t take it anymore.
Slowly, almost hesitantly, she closed the space. Her lips brushed against Jennie’s—soft at first, fragile, like testing if the world would shatter under the weight of it. Jennie inhaled sharply against her mouth, and that sound alone sent Lisa’s heart spiraling.
But Jennie didn’t pull away this time.
Instead, she pressed back, tender at first, then deeper, more certain. Her hand slid up the side of Lisa’s neck, fingertips tracing warmth into her skin, guiding her closer. Lisa melted into it, the kiss unfurling between them like something inevitable, something that had been waiting—aching—to happen again.
It wasn’t hungry this time. It wasn’t desperate. It was slow, steady, a quiet claiming. A kiss that said I’m here. I meant it. I’m not leaving.
Lisa sighed into her mouth, her hands gripping Jennie’s waist, grounding herself in the reality of it. Jennie kissed her again, and again, each one deeper, each one threading promise through every touch.
When they finally pulled apart, breathless but not broken, their foreheads pressed together once more. Jennie smiled—small, raw, and real.
“Told you,” she whispered, voice low but certain. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Lisa’s lips curved, shaky but true, and before she could think, she leaned in again, capturing Jennie’s mouth like she was finally allowing herself to believe it.
The kiss tapered into something gentler, slower, until it was just the brush of lips, the quiet exhale of two people who had finally stopped running. Jennie’s hand stayed on Lisa’s cheek, thumb stroking softly, as if afraid Lisa would vanish if she let go.
They didn’t speak at first. They didn’t need to. The room, still dimly lit by the soft glow of the TV, hummed with the kind of silence that felt safe rather than empty. Lisa leaned back just enough to really see Jennie—her flushed face, the slight curve of a smile she couldn’t quite hide, the warmth still radiating off her.
Lisa laughed under her breath, shaky but real. “You know…” She paused, biting her lip, her nerves trying to claw their way back in. But then she met Jennie’s eyes, and for once, she didn’t look away. “This might actually be the best first date I’ve ever had.”
Jennie blinked, startled, and then she broke into the kind of smile that made Lisa’s chest ache—bright, unguarded, full.
“A date, huh?” Jennie teased softly, her voice warm, not mocking. She leaned closer again, resting her forehead against Lisa’s. “Guess that makes me the luckiest girl alive, then.”
Lisa chuckled, burying her face against Jennie’s shoulder, embarrassed but also giddy in a way she hadn’t felt in so long. “Unnie,” she mumbled, though her grin betrayed her.
Jennie only tightened her arms around her. “What?”
And for the first time in months, maybe longer, Lisa let herself believe it.
They stayed there a while longer, not kissing, not really talking either—just existing in the kind of quiet that didn’t feel awkward anymore. The movie still played in the background, long past the point where either of them had been following along, its colors flickering across the walls. At some point, Lisa had her head tipped against Jennie’s shoulder, and Jennie absently traced little patterns over Lisa’s arm, her touch absentminded but grounding.
For Lisa, the world had shrunk to this—the steady rhythm of Jennie’s breathing, the warmth of her beside her, the way her pulse had finally slowed after weeks of chaos. It was almost too easy to forget the time, the world outside, everything.
Jennie, though, caught it. A glance at her phone lit up the room faintly, and her brows knit together when she saw the numbers. “It’s past two,” she whispered, almost like she didn’t want to break the spell.
Lisa stirred, reluctantly pulling back enough to see her. “Already?” Her voice came out small, almost disappointed.
Jennie nodded, brushing a strand of hair from Lisa’s face. “Yeah. I should probably go. Let you sleep. We’ve got another long day tomorrow.”
Lisa wanted to protest. She wanted to grab her wrist, tug her back down, tell her to stay just a little longer, even if it meant nothing more than lying here like this. But the logical part of her—the part that remembered how much they’d already crossed tonight—kept her still. Instead, she just nodded.
“Okay,” she said softly, even though it felt like anything but.
Jennie lingered a moment longer, her thumb sweeping once more across Lisa’s knuckles before she stood. She gathered her things quietly, as though not to wake anyone, and Lisa stayed on the couch, watching her every move, committing it to memory.
At the door, Jennie looked back, her smile gentle but sure. “Goodnight, Lisa.”
Lisa’s throat tightened, but she managed a small smile of her own. “Goodnight, unnie.”
And then Jennie was gone, leaving the apartment a little too quiet, the air a little too heavy, the couch a little too cold.
Lisa exhaled into the silence, hugging one of the throw pillows against her chest. They’d already moved faster than she’d ever expected. Maybe Jennie was right—slow was safer. Still… a part of her wished she had asked her to stay.
The next morning slipped into motion as if it were any other. The van pulled up outside Lisa’s building, headlights cutting through the soft haze of dawn. She climbed in, hoodie up, eyes still heavy with sleep.
When the door slid open again a few minutes later, Jennie stepped in. She looked effortless as always, hair tucked neatly behind her ears, a coffee cup balanced in one hand. But her eyes found Lisa immediately, quick and sure, before she settled into her seat.
“Morning,” she said, her voice soft but warmer than usual.
Lisa tugged her headphones down. “Morning,” she answered, a little quieter than she meant to—but it carried.
To Jisoo, who was busy watching videos on her phone, and Rosie, humming under her breath, nothing was out of the ordinary. But for Lisa, it felt like the smallest shift. Like Jennie’s greeting had been meant only for her.
The day at YG went on like clockwork—stylists buzzing, managers calling out times, producers waiting in recording rooms. But in the middle of all the usual noise, Jennie and Lisa kept finding each other.
In the makeup chair, Jennie leaned over casually, sliding her phone between them to show Lisa a dumb meme. “You’d laugh,” she said simply, lips quirking when Lisa snorted under her breath.
During choreography review, Lisa felt her water bottle pushed gently against her foot—when she looked down, it was the one Jennie had grabbed on her way in. Jennie didn’t say anything, just gave a small shrug, like what else would I do?
And at lunch, when Lisa reached for the last dumpling, Jennie nudged it closer without a word, still talking with Rosie as if nothing had happened.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t obvious. But it was new.
Friendlier. Softer.
Lisa found herself smiling more than she had in weeks, laughing with the others, letting herself slip back into the rhythm of the group. And every time Jennie caught her eye—just briefly, never too long—it was like a quiet reminder of last night. A promise neither of them said out loud, but both carried with them.
Normal on the surface. Different underneath.
The bubble held through the day—Jennie and Lisa moving like orbiting stars, close enough to feel, far enough to avoid notice. If Jisoo or Rosie picked up on it, they didn’t show it. Everyone was too busy with schedules and fittings to pry.
But Alice noticed.
She always noticed.
By the time rehearsals ended, Lisa was sprawled on the couch in the corner of the practice room, scrolling aimlessly through her phone. Jennie was on the other side of the room, tying up a conversation with one of the choreographers, her laugh echoing faintly across the space.
Alice leaned against the wall, arms folded, eyes narrowing slightly as she watched Lisa. It wasn’t the obvious things—Lisa wasn’t giggling, she wasn’t glowing. It was subtler than that. A looseness in her shoulders. The way her mouth tugged into the tiniest curve when Jennie’s voice carried over.
Alice pushed off the wall, walked over, and dropped onto the couch beside her. “You look like you’re feeling a littel better.”
Lisa froze mid-scroll, thumb hovering over the screen. “What do you mean?”
Alice tilted her head. “Don’t play dumb with me, kid. You’ve been walking around here like someone who finally remembered how to breathe. Don’t think I haven’t noticed.”
Lisa let out a laugh that came out too sharp, too fast. “I’m just—trying to focus, unnie. Comeback prep, you know? Gotta have my head in it.”
Alice studied her, quiet, unblinking. She didn’t press, not directly. Instead, she said softly, “Sure–comebacks usually just do that don’t they? I guess you should have more comebacks.”
Lisa’s jaw clenched. She swallowed hard, eyes fixed on her phone like it might save her. “It’s not like that,” she muttered. But even to her own ears, the words sounded thin.
Alice sighed, leaning back, letting it drop—for now. But her hand brushed Lisa’s knee, a steadying touch. “You don’t have to tell me yet. Just… take care of yourself, okay?”
Lisa nodded, slow, careful, because she couldn’t trust her voice not to crack.
Across the room, Jennie glanced over, her gaze brief but sharp enough to cut right through. Lisa looked down immediately, cheeks hot, pulse loud in her ears.
Alice caught that, too.
And she said nothing.
But she knew.
The clock on the studio wall blinked past midnight, and fatigue was settling in like fog. Jisoo and Rosé were still in the booth, laughing at something Rosé had flubbed on her track, their voices muffled through the glass.
Jennie was leaned back in her chair, arms folded, watching the engineer tweak settings. Lisa slid into the space beside her, quiet as ever, her voice low enough not to carry.
“Unnie.”
Jennie hummed in acknowledgment without looking away from the screen.
Lisa hesitated, picking at the hem of her sleeve. “Not tonight, but… when we’re not buried in all this—” she gestured vaguely at the blinking lights, the endless notes, the piles of schedules stacked on the desk “—do you wanna do something? Like… a movie at your place. Or cook dinner. Maybe you could finally give me the tour of your new apartment.”
That got Jennie to turn her head, slow and deliberate. Her eyes searched Lisa’s face for a beat too long, as if testing how serious she was.
“You’re asking me out, then?” Jennie murmured, a teasing edge in her voice but her gaze steady, unreadable.
Lisa’s ears burned. She looked down at her lap, muttering, “I’m asking for a day where we don’t have to run on three hours of sleep.”
Jennie smiled then, the kind that wasn’t wide but warmed like a secret shared. She leaned just slightly closer, her tone low and even. “Alright. Pick the day. I’ll make it work.”
Lisa blinked at her, startled at how easily Jennie agreed, like she’d been waiting for Lisa to ask.
Before Lisa could say anything more, Rosé tapped on the glass, motioning for Jennie. Jennie rose smoothly, slipping her phone from her pocket, and as she passed Lisa, her hand brushed lightly against Lisa’s on the armrest. Just a flicker. Just enough to leave Lisa’s pulse racing.
Notes:
have we come to realize yet that since they're slowing getting it together the book will end soon or should we ignore that and relive the trauma again??????
Chapter 43: and it feels like the start
Notes:
guyssss...a part of me thinks that IRL our parents are divorced and it breaks my heart!
Chapter Text
Three weeks.
That’s how long it took for the promise to finally land, for all the schedules and rehearsals and recordings to stop eating up every hour of their lives. Three weeks of late nights, airport runs, brand meetings—three weeks of stolen glances across crowded rooms, of brushing past each other in hallways, of living in that fragile bubble no one else seemed to notice.
But tonight, there was no excuse left.
The van dropped them at their respective destinations, Jennie first, then Lisa. Neither said anything beyond the usual “see you tomorrow” in front of the staff. But Lisa’s heart thudded harder knowing it wasn’t true—knowing it wouldn’t be tomorrow.
It would be tonight.
An hour later, Lisa pulled into the underground garage of Jennie’s new apartment building, her hands tight on the wheel. The drive over had been a blur, every red light feeling like a test of patience she barely passed. She parked in the spot Jennie had texted her about weeks ago, the digits to the garage code still pinned in their private chat.
For a moment she just sat there, palms pressed against the steering wheel, chest buzzing with nerves. It was just a movie. Just dinner. Just what they’d agreed on.
But it had also been three weeks of waiting. Three weeks of imagining how it would feel to finally sit across from Jennie in her own space, without stylists, managers, or cameras—without the world breathing down their necks.
Lisa killed the engine, slid out of the driver’s seat, and pulled her hood up out of habit. She crossed the garage quietly, the sound of her sneakers echoing in the cavernous space. The elevator doors opened with a soft chime, and before she could let herself overthink, she stepped inside and pressed the button for Jennie’s floor.
Her pulse climbed with every floor.
By the time she stood in front of Jennie’s door, her hand hovering over the bell, Lisa felt like her whole body was a live wire. She could hear faint music behind the door, something soft and low. She bit her lip, drew in one shaky breath, and finally pressed the bell.
The chime of the bell barely finished before the door swung open.
Jennie stood there, framed by the soft glow of her apartment lights. She was barefoot, hair loose and a little messy like she’d just run her hands through it, and dressed down in sweats and a simple tee. It wasn’t glamorous, wasn’t styled, wasn’t for anyone else. It was just Jennie.
And Lisa forgot how to breathe.
Jennie’s lips curved into a small smile—not flashy, not teasing, just soft. “Hey,” she said, like Lisa showing up at her door was the most natural thing in the world.
Lisa swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. “Hey,” she echoed, shifting the strap of her bag on her shoulder. For half a second, her nerves made her want to bolt—get back in the elevator, back to the safety of the van, back to pretending this was just almost something.
But Jennie stepped aside, tilting her head toward the inside of the apartment. “Come in.”
Lisa did, her sneakers squeaking faintly against the polished floor. The place smelled faintly of candles and takeout, warm and welcoming. She noticed two glasses already set on the counter, a bowl of popcorn waiting, a playlist humming quietly in the background.
Jennie closed the door behind them, the soft click sealing them into a space that felt like its own world.
Lisa turned to her, awkward suddenly in a way that made her laugh under her breath. “So… this is the tour?”
Jennie’s smile widened just enough to show a spark of mischief. “You’ll get your tour. But first—” she held up the remote in her hand—“movie or dinner?”
Lisa set her bag down by the couch, the strap slipping from her fingers like she wasn’t sure what to do with her hands now. Jennie’s apartment wasn’t overwhelming, but it was so her—warm lights tucked into corners, candles flickering faintly on the counter, a soft track of lo-fi beats humming from the speaker. Everything felt lived in and effortless, like she’d been waiting for someone to come home to it.
Lisa’s throat tightened. “So,” she said, rubbing the back of her neck. “Movie first?”
Jennie turned, eyebrows raised, hair already pulled into a loose bun with the kind of casual grace Lisa could never manage. “Dinner first,” she said easily. “If we start a movie now, you’ll be asleep before it’s halfway through.”
Lisa scoffed. “Excuse me, I can stay awake.”
Jennie smirked, tugging open the fridge. “Sure. For fifteen minutes.”
Lisa opened her mouth to argue again, but Jennie was already moving, pulling out ingredients like she had a plan ready. Garlic, scallions, a pack of noodles, chicken she must’ve marinated earlier—it wasn’t flashy, but it was intentional.
“Help me with the vegetables,” Jennie said, sliding a cutting board toward Lisa without looking up. Her tone was light, but it wasn’t really a request.
Lisa blinked. “Y-yeah. Okay.” She rolled her sleeves up like she was about to go into battle.
The kitchen filled with sound: knives tapping rhythmically, oil crackling low in the pan, Jennie humming softly as she stirred. Lisa focused hard on chopping the vegetables evenly, though she kept sneaking glances—at the way Jennie tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, the way her shoulders swayed slightly as she worked. She looked relaxed. Happy. Like this was the most natural thing in the world.
Jennie caught her staring once. She smirked and leaned sideways, bumping her shoulder into Lisa’s. “Don’t cut your fingers, chef.”
Lisa flushed instantly, ducking her head. “I’m fine. Totally fine.”
Jennie chuckled, that warm, low sound that always seemed to slip under Lisa’s skin, and plucked a carrot slice from Lisa’s pile. She popped it into her mouth, chewed thoughtfully, then made a dramatic “thinking face.”
“Hmm. Passable. Could use more practice.”
Lisa rolled her eyes but grinned despite herself. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re slow.” Jennie was already tossing garlic into the pan, the scent filling the air.
Lisa tried not to watch too hard, but she couldn’t help it. The way Jennie moved—it wasn’t about the food, really. It was about her being at ease, about how every small action looked like a promise: I’m here. I want this.
By the time everything was nearly ready, the apartment smelled like garlic and soy sauce, rich and warm. Jennie leaned back against the counter, blowing a strand of hair out of her face as she plated the noodles. Lisa hovered nearby, pretending she wasn’t staring.
When Jennie finally slid one plate across the counter toward her, Lisa reached for it automatically. Their fingers brushed. Just a second, nothing more—but Lisa’s breath caught anyway.
Jennie glanced up. Their eyes met, and something flickered between them. Something fragile, something alive.
Lisa coughed, looking away quickly. “So, uh… do we sit at the table or…”
Jennie tilted her head toward the couch. “Couch. More comfortable.”
Of course it was the couch. Of course it meant sitting close, pretending not to notice how their knees might bump, how the air between them might shrink inch by inch.
Lisa swallowed hard and followed.
Lisa leaned forward, chewing on a bite of noodles, her brows lifting. “I didn’t think you could cook like this, unnie.”
Jennie set her chopsticks down with exaggerated offense. “Wow. The disrespect. The absolute disrespect. Who do you think has been feeding herself all these years?”
Lisa laughed, covering her mouth. “Delivery drivers?”
Jennie gasped, hand flying to her chest in mock betrayal. “That’s it, give me your plate.”
Lisa hugged it to herself protectively. “No way.”
But Jennie was quick, darting her chopsticks over to pluck a piece of chicken from Lisa’s plate, tossing it into her mouth with a victorious grin. Lisa let out a sharp, “Ya!” and lunged in retaliation, but Jennie simply leaned back, keeping her plate just out of reach.
“Too slow,” Jennie teased, smirking around her bite.
Lisa narrowed her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “One day, unnie. One day, you’ll regret this.”
Jennie just laughed, shoulders shaking.
Once the game settled, they ate more quietly. Not silent—Jennie made small comments about the food, Lisa offered her some of the side dishes she didn’t like, and occasionally their hands brushed as they reached across the table. Neither of them acknowledged it, but Lisa could feel her chest tighten each time, a ripple of awareness spreading across her skin.
When they finished eating, Lisa helped stack the plates while Jennie brought the drinks into the living room. The TV flickered on, casting soft light across the apartment, but neither of them rushed to sit. Jennie fiddled with the remote, flipping through endless tiles.
“So,” she said, not looking at Lisa, “what do you feel like watching?”
Lisa rubbed the back of her neck. “I don’t know. Something easy? Not too long?”
Jennie scrolled lazily. “Comedy? Rom-com? Action? Horror?”
Lisa immediately shook her head. “Not horror. I’ll end up choking on my food.”
Jennie smirked, shooting her a sidelong glance. “That’d be entertaining.”
Lisa huffed, crossing her arms. “You’re evil.”
Jennie didn’t answer right away, scrolling with her thumb, lips twitching. Then, almost too casually, she murmured, “Or should I even put on a movie? Or are you just gonna jump my bones again?”
The words landed like a firecracker. Lisa’s eyes went wide, her face burning so hot she thought steam might rise from her skin. “Unnie!” She grabbed the nearest pillow and smacked Jennie square in the shoulder.
Jennie burst out laughing, nearly dropping the remote. “What? History doesn’t lie!”
Lisa groaned, burying her face in the pillow. “I can literally leave, you know.” Her voice came out muffled, flustered.
Jennie leaned back against the couch, grin still tugging at her mouth. “With half a plate of noodles left on the table? Yeah, sure.”
Lisa peeked over the pillow, trying—and failing—not to laugh. “You’re the worst.”
Jennie’s smirk softened into something gentler. “Maybe. But I make good noodles.”
That broke the tension just enough for Lisa to set the pillow down and exhale, though her cheeks still felt warm. Jennie scrolled again, finally choosing something at random, and tossed the remote aside.
The movie started, its dialogue filling the quiet, but it quickly became background noise. Their focus wasn’t really on the screen. Jennie curled one leg beneath her, shoulder brushing Lisa’s lightly. Lisa stayed rigid at first, then slowly leaned back until they were both angled toward the couch cushions.
They shared food still lingering on the coffee table—Jennie held out a piece of chicken without looking, Lisa took it automatically, then did the same in return. Their fingers grazed more often than necessary, each contact sending a quiet spark through the air.
Minutes slipped by like that, the story onscreen forgotten. Lisa found herself sneaking glances at Jennie’s profile—the way her hair caught the light, the curve of her lips when she smirked faintly at some line in the film. Jennie caught her once, eyes flicking sideways, and Lisa quickly looked away, ears burning.
Jennie didn’t say anything, but Lisa saw her smirk deepen in the reflection of the TV.
By the time the food was gone and their drinks nearly finished, the space between them had shrunk without either of them realizing it. Their knees brushed now and stayed there, neither of them moving away. Jennie shifted slightly, her arm dropping onto the back of the couch, close enough that Lisa could feel the heat radiating from her skin.
Lisa swallowed hard, pretending to look at the screen, but all she could hear was the thrum of her heartbeat in her ears.
It wasn’t until Jennie shifted again—reaching to grab her glass, brushing her hand against Lisa’s thigh in the process—that the “oh shit” moment settled over them like a wave. Both froze, eyes darting to each other.
Jennie’s lips parted, just slightly. Lisa forgot how to breathe.
Something was happening.
And for once, neither of them could pretend not to notice.
The movie played on, but it might as well have been static. Neither Jennie nor Lisa was really watching anymore. The screen flickered shadows over their faces, soft blues and whites catching in their eyes, but neither blinked.
Jennie’s hand still lingered where it had brushed Lisa’s thigh, as if moving it would admit something she wasn’t ready to say. Lisa didn’t flinch away either—didn’t dare—but she felt every nerve in her body light up, heat curling through her veins like wildfire.
The silence grew heavy. Not empty, not awkward—just charged. Their breaths were shallow, uneven. The kind of quiet that feels like standing on the edge of a rooftop, waiting to see who will jump first.
Lisa’s gaze darted to Jennie’s lips before she could stop herself. Her chest tightened instantly, guilt and hunger tangling inside her, and she snapped her eyes back up to Jennie’s. But Jennie had already seen. Of course she had—Jennie always saw everything.
For a moment, Jennie didn’t smirk, didn’t tease, didn’t speak. She just looked at Lisa, eyes dark, unreadable, her cool composure cracking at the edges.
Lisa’s pulse thundered in her ears. She wanted to close the distance, wanted it so badly her body ached with it. But the weight of last time—the kiss in her apartment, the rejection, the whispered “not like this”—still sat like a ghost between them.
Jennie’s lips parted, a breath caught in her throat, but no words followed. She was waiting.
Lisa’s hand twitched against the cushion. She wanted to reach out, but fear pinned her in place. Her chest rose and fell too fast. Her skin burned everywhere they were close—knee to knee, shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.
The movie kept playing, oblivious.
But in that small bubble of space between them, the silence was louder than anything else.
They both knew what they wanted. They both knew how easy it would be. One lean, one tilt forward, and the tension that had been pulling them tighter for weeks would finally snap.
Neither moved.
Not yet.
The silence pressed down harder, like the room itself was holding its breath.
Jennie shifted the tiniest bit, her knee brushing Lisa’s. It wasn’t on purpose. Or maybe it was. Lisa couldn’t tell. But the touch jolted through her like electricity, her whole body going taut.
Jennie didn’t move away.
Lisa’s fingers curled into the blanket draped over them. Her heart slammed against her ribs, screaming for her to just lean in, just taste, just give herself permission. But the other part of her—the cautious part, the part that remembered waking up hollow after Jennie walked away once before—kept her frozen.
Jennie tilted her head, slow, deliberate, her eyes catching Lisa’s. It wasn’t teasing this time. No smirk. Just raw, quiet wanting.
Lisa’s breath hitched. The air between them felt thinner than paper. She swore Jennie could hear how hard her heart was beating.
Her hand inched sideways before she could stop it, brushing against Jennie’s knuckles where they rested on the couch. Their fingers barely touched. Skin against skin, feather-light.
Jennie didn’t pull away. She let it stay.
The contact was nothing—so small it could be dismissed—but it roared through both of them like a confession.
Lisa’s throat tightened. She wanted to say something, anything. I like you. I want you. I don’t know how not to. But the words stuck.
Jennie’s lips parted as though she might speak too, but she didn’t. Her jaw tightened instead, her body taut with the same battle Lisa was fighting: need and restraint, hunger and patience.
They stayed like that, hands barely touching, knees pressed close, eyes locked in the dim light.
Neither leaned in. Neither dared.
Because this wasn’t about giving in to the fire—not yet. This was about building something steadier, something that could survive the burn.
Jennie was the one who finally broke the silence.
Her voice was soft, careful, but steady. “Lisa…”
Lisa’s head snapped toward her, eyes wide, like she’d just been caught in the middle of wanting.
Jennie’s lips curved—small, not quite a smile, more like she was trying to soothe. She shifted, turning her body slightly so she was facing Lisa fully, their knees brushing in the narrow space between them.
“I don’t want to rush this,” Jennie said, her words low and deliberate, like she needed Lisa to hear every single one. “I want to take it slow. At your pace. We don’t have to… do anything like last time.” A flicker of heat passed through her eyes—like she was remembering every second of it—but she pressed on. “I’m not expecting that. Not tonight. Not until you’re ready.”
Lisa’s chest tightened, but not in the overwhelming, suffocating way it had before. This time, it felt different. Looser. Safer. She let out a breath she didn’t even realize she was holding and nodded, her lips tugging up in something small but genuine.
“I appreciate that, unnie,” she murmured, her voice quieter than usual, the words catching in her throat but still coming out steady. “I… really do.”
For a beat, they just sat there in that fragile, delicate space, their fingers still brushing, their eyes soft but weighted with everything they weren’t saying.
Then Lisa blinked, her expression easing, and she tilted her head slightly, almost shy. “So,” she said, breaking the tension with a tiny grin, “where’s this tour you promised me?”
Jennie’s brows arched, a little surprised by the shift, and then she laughed—light, easy, the sound cutting through the heaviness like sunlight.
“Ah, right. The tour,” Jennie said, standing and brushing imaginary lint from her sweats, slipping effortlessly back into her cool composure. “Come on then. I’ll show you around.”
Lisa followed, trailing after her with her heart still hammering, but for the first time in a long time, it wasn’t out of fear. It was excitement.
The tour had started as playful. Jennie pointing out the little quirks of her apartment like she was showing off a palace—her kitchen counter cluttered with mugs she swore she was going to put away, her balcony where she sometimes sat bundled in blankets to write lyrics, her “shoe wall” that she rolled her eyes at even while Lisa laughed, impressed.
It was easy. Comfortable. For a while, it felt almost like they were just two friends teasing each other.
Until they reached Jennie’s bedroom.
Lisa stepped in cautiously, her eyes moving over the space. It wasn’t extravagant, not like fans might imagine—it was soft, lived-in, filled with little pieces of Jennie herself. A stack of books on the nightstand. Polaroids tucked into the edge of a mirror. Candles burned down to stubs.
Then Lisa’s gaze lifted to the wall.
There were drawings and letters taped up here and there—Rosie’s doodles, notes from Jisoo that looked more like inside jokes than anything serious. Lisa smiled at first, until her eyes caught on something smaller, tucked neatly in the corner but still deliberately there.
A letter.
Her letter.
The one she’d written years ago, back when they were still just trainees, when the idea of them being a band wasn’t a guarantee, when all she had to offer were words scrawled on paper—messy, emotional, too honest for someone her age. She remembered slipping it to Jennie one late night after practice, embarrassed, not knowing if Jennie would even keep it.
Her throat closed.
“You…” Lisa’s voice cracked before she could stop it. She turned, eyes locking on Jennie, who had followed her in and was now leaning against the doorframe like she hadn’t even thought twice about Lisa finding it. “You kept this?”
Jennie’s expression softened instantly. Her cool composure slipped, replaced with something raw, almost vulnerable.
“Of course I did,” she said simply, like it was obvious, like there was no other option in the world. “Why wouldn’t I?”
Lisa blinked hard, her chest tightening. She looked back at the letter, her own handwriting staring back at her, messy and desperate and full of all the hope she’d carried then. It felt like standing in front of her younger self—and realizing Jennie had carried that version of her all these years.
The air between them thickened, charged. Lisa turned back slowly, her lips parting, but no words came out.
Jennie’s gaze held hers steady, unwavering, until Lisa felt her pulse in her ears.
Neither of them moved, but it was all there—the unspoken weight of years, of memories, of feelings that had shifted and deepened and circled back around to this.
Jennie’s voice floated across the room like nothing had shifted. Like Lisa’s chest wasn’t burning, like her heart hadn’t just cracked wide open at the sight of her letter framed on the wall.
“And over here,” Jennie said, her hand brushing across a small stack of vinyl records propped against the dresser. “Rosie gave me that one. She swears it’s ‘timeless,’ but I’ve only played it twice.” She chuckled softly to herself, the sound warm, familiar.
Lisa stood there, arms crossed tight as if holding herself together, her gaze darting between Jennie’s easy movements and that wall. That letter.
Her words from years ago, messy and raw, written at a time when they were four girls in a practice room, dreaming too big for their bodies. Lisa had bared so much in those lines—her fear of being good enough, her gratitude for being chosen, her fierce love for the group before they’d even been born into the world. And Jennie had kept it. Not tucked in a box. Not hidden away. Framed. Preserved. On the wall.
Lisa’s stomach twisted.
Jennie had kept her.
“And this,” Jennie continued, lifting a small photo strip pinned to the corkboard. “Jisoo forced us into a booth in Japan. She hated the lighting, but I kept it anyway. You can see her frowning in the corner.” She grinned faintly, shaking her head before her eyes flicked across the room to Lisa again.
Caught.
Lisa’s breath hitched. For a second, Jennie lingered on her with a look that was too soft, too knowing, and Lisa’s chest tightened further.
But Jennie turned back, letting Lisa’s silence hang unchallenged. “And that candle?” she went on, gesturing toward her nightstand. “Rosie swore it’d cure insomnia. Spoiler alert—it didn’t. But it smells good, so I forgive her.”
Lisa’s hands flexed at her sides. She wanted to shout. To laugh. To cry. To grab Jennie by the shoulders and ask—why do you keep all of us, all of me, like this?
Instead, she stayed still, her throat thick, her body trembling with restraint.
Jennie was still moving, pointing out a crooked frame above her bed. “Jisoo swears it’s straight. I think she’s blind.” She laughed lightly, casual and charming, the sound wrapping itself around Lisa until it was unbearable.
Lisa’s pulse pounded in her ears. She couldn’t keep up anymore—couldn’t separate what was nostalgia, what was friendship, what was this dizzying, dangerous gravity that always pulled her closer to Jennie.
Jennie glanced back again, mid-joke, and Lisa’s breath caught. For a flicker of a second, she thought she saw something mirrored in Jennie’s gaze—something warm, tender, careful.
Lisa’s stomach flipped violently.
Jennie turned back before Lisa could catch her breath, smoothing her hand down her bookshelf like it was nothing.
Lisa bit her lip hard, desperate to anchor herself. The storm inside her chest was too much. It was hope and fear, gratitude and guilt, love and terror all tangled together.
Jennie kept talking, her tone light, steady, comforting. And Lisa—Lisa stood there unraveling, silently falling apart under the weight of feelings she could no longer ignore.
Jennie’s words trailed off mid-sentence when she finally looked back and really saw Lisa.
The younger girl was standing there too still, too quiet, her eyes glassy, fixed somewhere between the letter on the wall and Jennie herself. She hadn’t been listening. Not really.
Jennie’s brows knit together, the playful ease slipping from her face. “Lisa?” she asked gently, her voice dropping lower.
Lisa blinked, like she’d been yanked out of a dream she didn’t want anyone to know she was having. Her arms tightened across her chest, a shield, her throat working like she wanted to speak but couldn’t find the words.
Jennie took a small step toward her, cautious. “You didn’t hear a word I just said, did you?” she asked, half-teasing, half-dead serious.
Lisa’s lips parted, then closed again. She shook her head faintly, guilt burning hot across her cheeks.
Jennie softened, but she didn’t let her off the hook. She tilted her head, eyes locked on Lisa’s with unnerving clarity. “Where were you just now?”
Lisa’s heart lurched. For a second, she thought about lying—brushing it off with some joke, some excuse. But the truth sat heavy in her chest, too heavy to swallow down.
She looked at Jennie, at the framed letter still hanging on the wall, then back again.
“Here,” she whispered, her voice unsteady. “Too much… here.”
Jennie stilled, the air between them tightening, her expression unreadable.
Lisa clenched her fists at her sides, the storm in her chest breaking loose, raw and messy. She didn’t know if she wanted to cry, to scream, to kiss her again until all of this confusion made sense.
Jennie just stood there, close enough to reach, waiting—watching—as if daring Lisa to tell her the truth.
Lisa’s fingers trembled as she carefully slid the letter back into place on Jennie’s dresser, the paper suddenly too delicate to keep holding. She lingered for a second, tracing the edge as if to steady herself, then finally let go.
When she turned, Jennie was watching her—silent, patient, but sharp-eyed, like she could see right through the walls Lisa was scrambling to keep up.
Lisa swallowed hard, her throat dry. Her body moved before her mind could catch up. Step by step, she closed the space between them, her chest tight with a thousand things she couldn’t say.
Jennie didn’t back away. She stood her ground, shoulders tense but eyes soft, her breath shallow in the dim room.
Now they were only inches apart. Lisa could feel Jennie’s warmth seeping into her skin, smell the faint trace of her perfume—familiar, dizzying.
For a moment, neither spoke. The silence pulsed, heavy with everything unsaid, every brush of kindness, every secret look that had led them here.
Lisa’s hand twitched at her side, aching to reach out. Her lips parted, but no words came. Instead, her body betrayed her, leaning in just a little closer, just enough for Jennie to feel the tremor in her breath.
Jennie’s lashes fluttered. Her lips curved into the faintest, almost disbelieving smile. “You’re doing it again,” she whispered.
Lisa’s brow furrowed. “Doing what?”
Jennie’s eyes dropped to her mouth, then back up again. “Looking at me like you don’t know if you want to kiss me or run away.”
Lisa froze, caught, her heart hammering so loud she was sure Jennie could hear it.
And still—she didn’t move back.
Lisa set the letter down carefully on Jennie’s dresser, her fingers lingering longer than necessary, as if the paper itself might anchor her spinning thoughts. But when she turned back, Jennie was still watching her.
So close.
Too close.
Lisa swallowed hard. Her chest was tight, but not from fear this time. From want. From relief. From the raw ache of holding back for so long.
She stepped forward—one step, then another—until Jennie’s perfume was in the air between them, warm and familiar, until there was no more safe space to hide in.
Jennie’s breath caught, just slightly, but she didn’t move away. Her chin tilted, her eyes softened, like she was opening a door Lisa had been knocking on for months.
And Lisa… she finally walked through it.
Her lips brushed Jennie’s, feather-light, a whisper of a kiss. It wasn’t hungry, not at first. It was careful. Almost trembling. Like she was asking a question.
Jennie answered without words—leaning in, closing the gap fully, kissing her back with the same hesitant sweetness. A press, then another, like they were both afraid to move too fast.
But it didn’t stay soft.
Lisa’s hand slid up Jennie’s arm, tentative at first, then surer, fingers curling at her shoulder. Jennie exhaled against her mouth, and the sound lit something deeper, hotter. The next kiss wasn’t cautious—it lingered, parted, deepened.
Jennie’s hands found Lisa’s waist, pulling her closer, steadying her, and suddenly there was no air between them. The softness burned into something more urgent—gentle still, but threaded with desperation, with all the things they hadn’t said.
Lisa tilted her head, lips moving against Jennie’s like she couldn’t stop herself now. Her hands fisted in Jennie’s sweatshirt, tugging her closer still, until Jennie’s back met the cool wall with a soft thud.
Jennie gasped, but the sound dissolved instantly between their mouths as Lisa claimed her again—deeper this time, hungrier.
It wasn’t messy. It wasn’t careless. But it was need—raw, mounting, undeniable. Every press of lips, every slide of breath, every tug of fingers against fabric said what Lisa’s words couldn’t.
Jennie melted into it, but Lisa’s body framed hers, trapping her there—not out of force, but out of sheer desperation not to let her slip away again.
And Jennie didn’t want to.
Not anymore.
Jennie’s back pressed fully to the wall now, the cool surface a sharp contrast to the fire of Lisa’s mouth against hers. Every kiss grew heavier, deeper, more consuming—like they’d been holding back for so long that the dam had finally cracked.
Lisa’s hands, trembling with urgency, slid down Jennie’s sides, tugging at the hem of her sweatshirt. She didn’t think—she just needed to feel more, needed Jennie closer. When Jennie’s soft gasp broke into the kiss, Lisa’s pulse roared in her ears. She gripped the fabric tighter and tugged it upward, and Jennie let her.
The sweatshirt peeled away, slow and unsteady, until Jennie was left in just her tank top. Lisa froze for half a heartbeat—staring, overwhelmed, guilty and greedy all at once. But Jennie reached for her again, fingers threading into her hair, pulling her back down into the kiss.
Lisa pressed harder, her body flush against Jennie’s, trapping her in that narrow space. Their mouths moved feverishly now, desperate and messy, tongues brushing, breath mingling in harsh, uneven pulls. Jennie’s hands slid under the hem of Lisa’s own sweatshirt, fingertips grazing skin—just enough to make Lisa shudder.
A sound escaped Lisa’s throat—low, helpless. She broke the kiss just long enough to bury her face in Jennie’s neck, lips pressing hot and open against the soft skin there. Jennie’s breath hitched, nails digging lightly at Lisa’s back as she tilted her head, granting more space, her chest rising fast and uneven.
It was reckless. It was perfect.
Lisa’s lips trailed lower, teeth grazing, and Jennie clutched at her tighter, caught between a gasp and a moan. Every second pulled them closer to a line neither of them had promised to cross tonight.
And Lisa knew it.
Which was why, just as her hands skimmed higher under Jennie’s shirt, she froze. The guilt slammed through her chest, sharp enough to cut through the haze.
She pulled back, panting, her forehead pressing against Jennie’s shoulder. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, but her lips were already moving again—soft, open kisses dragging along the curve of Jennie’s neck.
Jennie gasped, sharp and unguarded, her fingers curling into the back of Lisa’s sweatshirt. Her head tipped back against the wall, eyes squeezing shut as Lisa’s mouth pressed lower, then higher, teasing, nipping just enough to make Jennie shiver.
Lisa didn’t think—her lips sucked harder at the soft skin under Jennie’s jaw, her teeth grazing just enough to leave heat behind. Jennie’s body arched into her at the sensation, a quiet sound breaking loose from her throat. When Lisa finally pulled back, there was already the faint shadow of a mark blooming against Jennie’s skin, and it sent a rush through her veins hotter than fire.
Jennie didn’t give her time to linger. Her hands slid up Lisa’s arms, pulling her back in, their mouths colliding again—messy, urgent, a clash of teeth and tongues. Somewhere in the blur of it, Jennie tilted her head, her lips finding Lisa’s neck. Her breath was warm, her kisses soft at first, until she bit down just enough to make Lisa’s hands tighten hard on her waist.
Neither said anything. Neither stopped. They just moved, lost in the frantic rhythm of mouths on skin, fingers tugging at clothes, marks appearing without hesitation, without second thoughts. The silence between them was broken only by the wet sounds of their kisses and the occasional desperate gasp—louder than either of them meant it to be.
Lisa’s grip tightened at Jennie’s waist, dragging her impossibly closer, until Jennie’s back was flush against the wall and Lisa’s body caged her in. Their mouths crashed together again, hot and frantic, lips sliding and teeth clashing, both of them too far gone to care.
Jennie tugged hard at Lisa’s sweatshirt, fists bunching in the fabric until Lisa finally let her pull it up and over her head. The garment hit the floor without either of them looking. Lisa’s skin burned under Jennie’s touch, every drag of her nails across her arms and shoulders sparking something reckless and wild.
Lisa’s mouth returned to Jennie’s throat, wet and open, moving lower, tasting the slope of her collarbone. Jennie’s breath hitched, her nails digging into Lisa’s back as she tilted her chin, offering more. The marks bloomed fast, her skin heated and damp under Lisa’s lips.
“God…” Jennie exhaled, her voice breaking into a whisper she hadn’t meant to let out.
The sound undid Lisa. She pressed harder, hips pushing forward in a rhythm she couldn’t stop, her kisses growing harsher, wetter, more desperate. Jennie’s hands slid under Lisa’s shirt, palms flat against her skin, pulling her closer, deeper. Clothes shifted, tugged, buttons strained—neither of them careful anymore.
Lisa dragged her lips back up, finding Jennie’s mouth again, kissing her like she needed to breathe her in to stay alive. Jennie kissed back just as hard, her hand cupping Lisa’s jaw, her other fisting in her hair. The world outside blurred until there was nothing but heat, teeth, tongues, the scrape of nails, the drag of fabric, the soft, involuntary sounds spilling out between them.
By the time they pulled back, breathless and trembling, their clothes were rumpled, skin marked, both of them hanging right over the edge of something they knew they couldn’t undo.
They stared at each other, panting, their lips swollen, their bodies pressed so close it hurt to imagine stepping back.
Jennie’s back hit the wall again as Lisa pressed closer, their mouths crashing in a dizzying, desperate rhythm. Lisa’s hand, feverish and unsteady, slid down Jennie’s side, fingers curling into the hem of her shirt before skimming lower—hesitant, trembling—until they brushed the edge of Jennie’s waistband.
The touch made Jennie gasp, sharp and unguarded, her hips jerking forward instinctively.
Lisa froze. Her forehead pressed against Jennie’s temple, her chest heaving. The air between them was thick with heat, heavy with all the words they hadn’t said.
Her fingers lingered there—dangerously close, almost too much—but she didn’t move further. Instead, she whispered against Jennie’s skin, her voice cracked and uneven.
“Are you sure?”
The question hung there, trembling, fragile and loaded. It wasn’t just about this moment. It wasn’t just about Lisa’s hand. It was about everything—about them, about what would happen if they tipped past this point.
Jennie’s hands tightened at the back of Lisa’s neck, pulling her just enough to make her look up. Her eyes were blown wide, lips swollen from kissing, but her gaze held steady, unwavering.
“Yes.” Her voice was breathless but certain. “I’m sure.”
That single word detonated inside Lisa like fire catching dry wood. The hesitation snapped, giving way to something unrestrained. She kissed Jennie again—harder, hungrier—her body pressing forward until Jennie’s back slid along the wall with the force of it.
Jennie clung tighter, her fingers tangling in Lisa’s hair, tugging just enough to make Lisa groan against her mouth. The sound vibrated between them, and suddenly Lisa was lifting, guiding Jennie away from the wall, steps messy and stumbling as they tried not to break apart.
Their lips only parted long enough for hurried breaths, for Jennie’s half-laugh when Lisa nearly bumped them into the dresser, for Lisa’s whispered curse as Jennie’s teeth grazed her lower lip.
Then Jennie’s calves hit the edge of the bed. Lisa pressed her down gently but firmly, following her as they sank into the mattress, mouths finding each other again before gravity had even settled them.
Jennie’s hands roamed, pulling Lisa impossibly closer. Lisa’s palm splayed against Jennie’s stomach, sliding up, feeling the heat of her skin through layers of fabric. Every touch was electric, messy, desperate—years of restraint burning away all at once.
The bed creaked under their weight, their laughter and gasps tangling with the sound of fevered kissing. Lisa braced herself over Jennie, strands of hair falling around their faces like a curtain, the world outside disappearing until it was just them—just this.
Jennie tugged at Lisa’s sweatshirt again, pulling her back down into another searing kiss, as if she couldn’t stand a single inch of distance.
“Lisa…” Jennie breathed, her voice breaking against Lisa’s lips.
Lisa’s humms barely had time to linger before Jennie pulled her back down, their mouths crashing together in a kiss that was messy, wet, all teeth and gasps. Jennie’s fingers curled into Lisa’s sweatshirt, tugging insistently until Lisa sat up just enough to strip it off. The second it was gone, Jennie’s hands were on her again—warm palms skimming over bare skin, pulling her back down, greedy for every inch.
Lisa groaned into Jennie’s mouth, her hand sliding beneath Jennie’s shirt, fingertips grazing the delicate line of her waist. The hitch in Jennie’s breath made Lisa pause for just a fraction of a second—just long enough to meet her eyes, to check, one last time.
Jennie’s answer came wordlessly, pulling Lisa down by the neck and kissing her harder, deeper, until there was no space left to question.
The rest unraveled fast, clothes tugged impatiently, tossed somewhere onto the floor without care. They couldn’t stop touching, couldn’t stop searching—skin on skin, mouths dragging over necks, collarbones, shoulders, leaving behind heat and marks they’d feel tomorrow. Jennie’s laugh turned breathless when Lisa’s lips found a sensitive spot just below her ear, and Lisa’s chest tightened at the sound, so full of want and relief it nearly undid her.
By the time they settled fully into the mattress, Lisa hovered above her, hair falling around their faces like a veil. Jennie reached up, brushing it back with shaking fingers, then cradled Lisa’s jaw. “Don’t stop,” she whispered, and Lisa didn’t—she couldn’t.
The world narrowed to the slide of hands, the press of lips, the sound of Jennie whispering her name like a prayer. It was needy, almost frantic, but threaded through with so much care that every touch felt both wild and sacred. Lisa slowed when Jennie arched against her, her own restraint thinning by the second, and still—she checked. Every glance, every pause, every shift was a silent question. Every pull, every kiss, every gasp from Jennie was the answer.
And when they finally tipped past the edge—breathless, flushed, tangled in sheets and each other—it wasn’t just hunger that carried them there. It was the unbearable weight of everything unsaid, everything held back for too long, finally spilling out in touch instead of words.
Afterward, the room was thick with silence, only their shallow breathing filling the space. Lisa collapsed beside Jennie, her arm instinctively wrapping around her waist, pulling her close. Jennie tucked her face into Lisa’s shoulder, her lips brushing against damp skin as she smiled, tired but certain.
“So much for taking it slow,” Jennie murmured, voice low, teasing but soft at the edges.
Lisa kissed the crown of her head, whispering, “For us this is slow,”
Jennie looked up at her then, really looked, and for the first time Lisa didn’t flinch away from the weight of it. She held her gaze, steady and unafraid, and in the quiet that followed, they both knew—this wasn’t a passing thing.
This was theirs.