Hi all, I apologise for the EXTREMELY long wait. So much has happened during lockdown here in NZ and one of my last couple of elderly aunts passed away two weeks ago. It's been a very trying time for all of us across the world I'm sure and we have to deal with so much, but the death of my aunt left me unmotivated to do anything other than wallow in sadness. Thankyou to those who have messaged regarding updates, because if it wasn't for you I wouldn't have thought about continuing this story. So my heartfelt Thankyou to you and everyone reads this story. Packing up my aunts home will be done this weekend so I will publish the last few chapters within the week. Below are a couple of excerpts from the remaining chapters, and I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I have enjoyed writing them. Please take care where ever you are and check up on your elderly family members as often as you can; especially those who live alone.

PTP

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He stood in front of the mirror adjusting the waistband of the black form fitting tights his stylist had chosen for their performance. It wasn't something he was used to and far from anything he or his GOT7 members would have ever worn.

His only saving grace was the large black button down shirt he wore, with arms that flared out at his wrists almost covering his fingers. The silky fabric was long and hung midway down his thighs covering both his crotch and bottom. He didn't want to frighten her if he wasn't given something to cover himself and was pleased with the relief the long shirt provided.

Eyes moving to glance at Lisa through the mirror as she sat next to him, he was relieved that she hadn't noticed his own silent condemnation of his tights. He knew the stage lighting would be alot dimmer than normal adding to the ambience of the dance so it wasn't too big an issue.

Her makeup and hair stylists fluffed around her, tucking a stray lock of hair back into order and the subtle swipes of a small lip brush staining her lips a deep red wine colour. She had him completely mesmerised the way she was able to listen to music through her ear pods while a team of women tended to her, she was unflustered.

Lisa was oblivious to the commotion currently onstage. Outside the four walls of their dressing room and the ear pods firmly sitting in her ears, she couldn't hear the way the screams elevated in certain parts of their duet, particularly when it was him singing, and it made him feel uneasy.

There was an inner battle in his head, where common sense was urging him to tell her about the two people onstage. The very two people who were the cause of all the pain and suffering she had experienced.

It was because of them that she had damn near turned into herself, threatening to shut out people who cared about her, like him. He unintentionally hissed at the memory of it and the sound caught the attention of the team around her as surprised eyes turned and pointedly glared at him.

At the very least he wanted to warn her or prepare her in case she saw Jungkook before their performance. However, he had come to know and understand Lisa well enough to know that if she found out he was there with HER and worse, they were singing together, it could very well shake her to her core and affect her dancing.

JB took another glance at Lisa, and remembered a conversation they'd had after rehearsal a few days earlier. It was still a kick in the guts for his memory banks and heart as her words remained for a long time in his head as his heart tried to process what Lisa had said.

"Oppa....I still love Jungkook and I don't think I will ever stop loving him." she said with an absolute conviction.

"I fell so hard for him. I didn't fall fast, but he chipped away at me for so long, and eventually I saw him, and my heart...." her pause spoke volumes to his already bruised heart.

He knew it was coming.

"....my heart wanted more of him."she finished. Her long lashes turned down as a tiny sad smile appeared in the corner of her lips.

"I knew IU sunbae was his ideal, I knew he talked about her alot, but that didn't bother me in the beginning." her voice dropped to a whisper before she continued.

She lifted her eyes and looked at him with a mixture of sadness and hope.

"I don't think I can love anyone in the way that I love Jungkook..."

And there it was.

"I don't know when or if I can forgive him....."

JB was almost positive he heard the shattering of his heart.

"But I know I love him...." he watched her eyes begin to pool.

As much as her words continued to tear away at his heart, he could see and feel the certain conviction in her voice, and he saw what he'd known all along.

Lisa had found her life long love, and she still loved him. If he was being honest with himself, JB knew his time with Lisa was limited because the tiny voice in the back of his head never failed to remind him that Lisa was Jungkooks, as much as Jungkook belonged to Lisa.

".... and you oppa....you and my eonnies saved me and helped me to hold onto the thin thread of sanity that I had. Even that hyperactive blonde headed beanpole with sticks for legs Bam, and I can never repay you all."

Lisa turned to him and took a hold of his large manly hands that completely dwarfed her own, and he watched her as she looked to be contemplating her next words, and he sighed in a way that signalled defeat.

"It's ok Lisa, you don't have to say anything. I understand."

JB didn't think he would be able to sit through anything she was about to say, he'd had enough experience and heartache to know what usually came next, so he'd decided to beat her to it. Not just to save her the embarrassment of having to do it, but to also save himself, and his heart.

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Yoongi stepped aside as Lisa tearfully thanked him with unspoken words.

"Munchkin.........be careful, Jungkook......he's......just be careful ok?" Lisa could see the sadness and apprehension in Yoongi's eyes, and her stomach dropped.

This was not good.

As the boys filed out of the dorm her body began to shiver, her nerves were beginning to unravel as her feet shuffled in front of Jungkooks bedroom door.

Resting her forehead against the cold wooden board she laid her palms flat on the door. There wasn't a sound coming from inside and she'd wondered if Jungkook had fallen asleep.

Lisa knocked softly hoping that he really was asleep, giving her an excuse to turn around and scurry away like a frightened kitten, but she knew running away wasn't the answer.

Inhaling quietly her hand grasped the cold door handle and slowly opened the door wider, her head followed as she peeped behind the door, her eyes adjusting to the darkness of his room.

The small black bedside lamp casted a tiny glow in his room, almost invading the darkness he seemed to have sought.

She had never seen his room in complete disarray before. His clothes were strewn about the floor, his bed was bare as the bedsheets seemed to have been thrown across the room.

She leaned back against the door and heard it click as it closed behind her.

"I said leave me the fuck along hyung..."

It was when he spoke that she saw him sitting on the edge of the bed, his shoulders hunched and his back turned to her.

His voice sounded hoarse and Lisa's brows lifted in concern. Her eyes trained on his hunched posture and her heart sank at his muffled sniffles.

She slowly made her way towards him, her foot only just missed the broken photo frame that had a picture of her and Jungkook taken during one of their secret dates at a park in Busan.

It broke her heart to see it laying lonely and cold on the floor. There were tiny specks of blood on the glass and immediately her eyes returned to his back.

"I just want to be left alone......" she could hear the struggle in his voice as he continued.

"Please........" Lisa wanted nothing more but to hold him close at the sound of his broken plea.

She stood quiet at his side, her eyes no longer had the will to hold back as she cried at the sight before her.

Jungkooks hand was bandaged roughly, a crimson darkness the only telltale sign that his emotions had gotten the better of him.

Sitting grasped in his arms sat her bear; the one she'd intentionally left behind for him for times when they weren't able to see each other thanks to their gruelling schedules.

It gave her a very small window of hope but that was quickly overtaken by the teardrops she could see that were landing on his legs in large wet pools as his head hung low.

Lisa mustered all the strength and courage in her tiny frame and prayed that he wouldn't move away from her as she stepped in front of him and knelt between his legs.

Lisa watched with tear stained cheeks as Jungkooks sniffles quietened down and she knew at that moment he knew it was her and not Yoongi at his nose began to take quick sniffs. It was a habit of his grown out of his love for her strawberry scented skin.

Before he could raise his head and speak Lisa placed her palm flat against his jawline and raised his head. Her eyes slowly grazed across his face, taking in every detail including the scar on his cheek that she often traced with her finger.

She closed her eyes as she felt his own palm cupping her cheek, the tightness of his thumb wiping the stray tears falling from her eyes.

Her eyes and thumb plays across the pinkness of his lips that she loved to chew on when their make out sessions got a little heated.

They had never needed words to express how they felt, but rather they used their eyes and actions to convey their deep connection to each other.

As they held each other's gaze, Lisa heard Jungkook sob as he slowly and painfully pulled Lisa towards him engulfing her in his strong warm arms, his head tucked tightly into the crook of her neck and he sobbed like a broken man as Lisa held his shaking body.

Jungkooks arms embraced her so hard as if moulding her body to his and although it slightly hurt, she welcomed the pain as she felt his tears leave warm wet trails down her neck and back.

Lisa felt the "something" missing that had often gone unnamed in the time they had been separated.

Home.