The air in his room hung with a deathly silence, an occasional sniff the only sound breaking the comforting quiet as he sat at the edge of the unmade bed, his back facing the door trying to block out what lay behind it.

The World. The one where Lisa didn't need him, where Lisa survived without him, where it appeared that she had seemingly moved on and was doing fine without him.

Tears continued to fall and in his head he continued to berate himself for being anything less than a man who could not see the real love that he once held in the palm of his hand.

He eyed the bandage wrapped around his bleeding fist, the once white fabric had turned crimson as the cuts beneath it had now stopped bleeding.

His brain refused to register the numbing pain of the injuries, but took great delight in reminding him that the Lisa he saw earlier that evening had danced in front of thousands of watching eyes, in another man's arms.

He thought she was magnificent and he was immensely proud of her and he wished he could tell her that. He wished he could say the words that his soul has been dying to say to her for weeks now.

Lisa had always been his euphoria, but the realisation came far too late and he hated himself for not protecting her the way she deserved.

He had made her cry time, he had broken her heart and his severance was a heartbreak as equally damaging as the one he himself had caused her.

His eyes shut tightly at the steady flow of tears as her image came into his mind.

Lisa had done something no one in kpop had ever done before, she made herself completely open to the entire nation that night.

The blindfold allowed him to see her at her weakest, to watch her display of vulnerability as her arms reached out seeking the unknown and he wondered if Lisa was looking for him.

Her tiny balled fists showing her anxiety and anger, the turns and spinning of her body and the wild display of fabric from her dress wrapping itself around the length of her body as she twisted and turned around the stage as her dance partner moved around her, just out of her reach.

It made him insanely jealous that he couldn't be the one to catch her, to run his hand slowly down her leg to raise it and move it to wrap around his hips, drawing her closer body closer to his.

The memories were playing a cruel repeat of the night and he could do little to stop the growing pain behind his eyes as his head began to take on a slow thump.

He knew Yoongi was outside his door, he could practically hear the worried thoughts of his hyung permeating his bedroom door. He loved his hyungs and he knew they were worried, but he didn't want to see anybody.

He didn't want to explain why his room resembled the aftermath of a Tornado, or why his favourite picture of him and Lisa was lying on the floor covered in shards of broken glass smeared with blood.

He didn't want to feel like he had to justify his emotions, but most of all, he didn't want their pity.

The only thing he wanted and needed was probably having a great time celebrating her wonderful performance by having dinner and drinks with him; JB.

It was all too much for Jungkook as he glanced at Lisa's bear resting on his pillow, it's cold plastic eyes glaring back at him with as much disdain as an inanimate object could.

He wouldn't blame the bear if it hated him, if anything he hated himself just as much, if not more.

The sun was setting and the dimming light of the disappearing day peeking through the small gaps of his blinds were casting long dark shadows across the walls; shadows that matched his mood.

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Night had moved in quickly and his mind was full of empty thoughts other than the sporadic images of Lisa invading his mind when he least expected it.

He didn't care that he'd lost his sense of time after turning his room upside down, and he didn't know how long he'd been sitting in the now darkened room, the dim light from the bedside lamp casting a soft halo around the lone figure.

He didn't hear the bedroom door open, nor did he hear the tell tale sign of the click of the door being closed, hinting at the presence of someone entering the room.

Jungkook couldn't hear the light steps of the unexpected intruder, or the whisper of a gasp as footstep stopped where he'd left the broken photo frame.

His ears didn't pick up on the sounds of her soft crying until she was near enough for him to suddenly have his senses invaded with a fragrance he had missed since the day she walked away from him at the Cafe.

His breath hitched recognising a familiar aroma as he took faster whiffs of the Strawberry scented Shampoo, and before he knew it he had Lisa held tightly in his arms as his heart began to beat erratically.

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Lisa couldn't hear anything other than the steady rhythm of Jungkooks breathing as his hands continued to hold her close, his grip tightened, holding her prisoner to his body, unwilling to allow an inch of a gap between their bodies.

As much as she savoured the feeling of being back in his arms, Lisa knew that it wasn't a simple matter of hugging it out to right what had turned their once solid relationship into a pear shaped hell.

If they had any chance of getting back together they had alot to talk about, and to do that they'd need to somehow separate themselves from each other for longer than a minute or two.

Before they had broken up they had often spent hours wrapped in their own little world happy to forgo food for the soul searing sustenance they found only in each other.

Taking a step back from Jungkook she tried to move out of his hold only to have him take a step forward as Lisa heard him emanate a low growl.

Taking another step back Jungkook growled again as he tightened his hold around her waist, not ready to let go for anything.

She could feel his emotions against her chest, the erratic beating of his heart matching that of hers.

"Jungkook...we have to talk." she whispered as she tried again to step back and out of his hold.

"Lisa....." his arms not letting go.

"Lisa.....I am sooo....." she could hear the struggle behind his words as his body shook with quiet sobs.

"Jungkook, let me go."

Lisa felt his body stiffen just as suddenly as he had spoken. He had stepped back from her and held her at arms width, his eyes wild and afraid.

"You want me to let you go?" he whispered, his pain obvious.

"I can't, I don't want to."

"Please don't make me..."

"Please please please please Lisa I'm sorry..."

"I'm sorry I'm so sorry Lisa please please please no...." his voice reaching a new level of despair as he shook his head in denial.

Lisa's heart shattered along with his as his knees buckled and cried as she watched him fall in a sad sobbing pile at her feet.

"Hey hey ssshhhh..." kneeling down to join him on the floor, trying her best to console him

"I meant let me go so we can talk." her emotions were eating her alive as the old familiarity of being in his presence was slowly returning.

"Stay with me, please Lisa." he begged.

The thought of having a one on one talk with Jungkook scared her to no end, but it had to be done.

It frightened her that there was a possibility she could either walk out of his room and not have sorted out the large divide between them or worse, Jungkook could shut her out and never want to speak to her again, although all things pointed to neither of them happening.

"I'm right here Jungkook. I'm right here."

"Ssshhhh baby...I'm right here." placing herself infront of him she welcomed the feel of his strong warm arms around her once again as he pulled her into his lap, burying his face and tears back into the crook of her neck.

"I'm right here baby.." she knew the term of endearment wasn't lost on him as he poured his heart out. Lisa couldn't remove herself from his hold even if she wanted to, and she didn't.

She closed her eyes to his words, she could feel the anticipation building as she in turn moved to sit further into his lap, trying her best to wrap her body around his even though it was physically impossible, she wanted to be completely absorbed in his being.

Lisa could feel them being swallowed in their emotions, in the love that they still had for each other was alive and throbbing between them.

She needed more, she had missed his touch, the feel of his skin under her fingertips and the beat of his heart that often acted as her lullaby when she would rest her head on his chest before sleep took hold.

That was before everything turned sour and so much had happened since then, and they had a chance to make everything right again.

Moving with instinct and without thinking Lisa manoeuvred herself to sit in his lap facing him, her body straddling his and her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her long thin arms thrown around his shoulders.

Lisa had missed the hold they had over each other just as much as Jungkook did, she could feel it.

She heard Jungkooks hitched breath at the shock of Lisas position, but it didn't stop him from gripping onto her hips.

It wasn't until they parted slowly to look at one another that Lisa realised the predicament of their position.

It began as a slow hum until a sudden spark of electric desire filled the dimly lit room consuming their hearts and stared into Jungkooks eyes under the veil of her bangs as time and sound stood still, replaced with the undeniable pull of want for the man who's lap she was straddling.