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Yoongi clapped with the rest of his members to congratulate the winner and slowly walked towards the MCs who were saying the lamest closing ment ever. He would bet his studio that the idea had come from Jisoo, who had returned to her MCing upon the never ending insistence of fans.

Finally the encore song started to play and the MCs turned their backs to get off the stage. He quickly caught up with Jisoo.

"Jisoo-ssi," he called her quietly, he knew she would hear him. The girl whirled her head to him and bowed.

"Hello sunbaenim," she said, her tone was polite but cold.

"Lisa is not answering my calls," Yoongi said without beating around the bush. He knew he had little time before everyone walked off the stage and they were left to the mercy of the eagle eyed fans. Thank god his members were there, they were surrounding them and protecting their conversation from unwanted gazes, but he still had to be quick because fans were somehow always ten steps ahead of them.

"Yes," the brunette replied.

"Do you by any chance know why?" Yoongi sighed.

"Probably because of your fight. She's really mad," Jisoo eyed him before she went down the stairs and surprisingly waited for him.

"I told her over and over again," Yoongi said, his annoyance was dripping from his voice. "It's just work."

Jisoo shrugged, "I'm not the one you should be saying these to."

"Yeah but she doesn't answer my calls," the boy rolled his eyes.

"Then maybe you should leave her alone, sunbaenim," Jisoo smiled politely to him and bowed. "I'm sorry, I have to go. Have nice day."

She bowed to other members of Bangtan too and turned on her heels, walking towards her new co-MCs (their names Yoongi neither cared nor remembered) who were waiting for her curiously.

Yoongi cursed under his breath and ran his fingers through his hair as they walked towards their waiting room. He felt a hand on his shoulder and glared at the person.

"Hyung," Jimin's voice was sympathetic and gentle. "Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?" Yoongi shook off his hand and sped up, swinging open the door with all his might.

"Yoongi-yah," he heard all too familiar serious voice. "Calm down."

He sighed but didn't look at Jin. He just sat on the couch, resting his head on the back of it and closed his eyes. All he wanted was to go home now. Or to see Lisa.

But it was the same thing to him, really.

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"I'm just saying he looked really desperate. A little insane, even. You still won't talk to him?" Jisoo looked at Lisa over her ice cream cone. The blonde girl shrugged impassively.

"He should've thought that before he yelled at me. Or before he practically fucked that bitch on national TV."

"LANGUAGE! " Jennie yelled from the kitchen where she was doing the dishes, Lisa rolled her eyes.

She was at Jennie and Jisoo's shared apartment. After their dorm life, the girls had decided to split the apartments — well the apartments were literally in the sixth and seventh floor of the same building but still, it counted. So Lisa and Chaeyoung were at the sixth floor and Jennie and Jisoo were at the seventh. Right now, Chaeyoung was at the company for some meeting with Sajangnim and Lisa was summoned by Jisoo. Figuring this conversation would be a hard one, Lisa had bought ice cream as a weapon to defend herself.

"Well I'm just gonna tell you one thing," Jisoo straightened on her seat. "The mighty Min Yoongi of BTS lipsynced today."

All life in the house stopped. Even Jennie took a couple of steps back to look at them from the kitchen, a brow arched. Lisa was staring at Jisoo in disbelief.

"Yoongi never lipsyncs, he is Min Yoongi," she said, sounding terribly offended.

"He did today," Jisoo shrugged. "I overheard their manager talking with the sound system guys. He said Yoongi was really sick. But he was fine when we talked. I think he's just too distracted."

Jennie raised both of her perfect brows now, she didn't realise the bubbles covering her hands falling onto the floor.

"Yoongi is never too distracted to do music," Lisa almost glared at the older girl, feeling insulted for some weird reason. Jisoo gave her a questioning look before sighing.

"Well he was this time Lisa. And I'm sure it's because you guys have fought and now you don't talk to him."

As Lisa bit her lip, her phone started to ring with that special ringtone. She glanced at the screen, Grumpy Baby<3

She stared at the phone until it stopped ringing and then she heard Jisoo sigh.

"Are you siding with him unnie?" Lisa frowned.

"No," the older girl replied. "I think you should keep this going until he learns his lesson. Just.... Please don't drive him insane. He scares me a little."

They heard Jennie's laugh and turned to her simultaneously. She was still at the door, watching them. Suddenly Jisoo yelled.

"YAH! KIM JENNIE! YOU'RE RUINING THE FLOOR!"

And she bolted to the kitchen as Lisa laughed out loud.

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A couple of days later, on their only schedule-free day, Chaeyoung offered Lisa to go out, she was full of hope.

"Come on Liz," she had sung. "We'll have so much fun. We'll go shopping and have lunch and dinner and maybe go to the arcade?"

"Tempting," Lisa had laughed. "But I think I'll stay at home, Chaeng. I want to have a lazy day. I'll just sleep and watch a movie or something. You go out," she had added with a smile. "And bring delicious food back for me. You've been stuck in the house."

"Are you sure?" Chaeyoung had sighed.

"Yep," Lisa had grinned.

And Chaeyoung had repeated the same question over and over again in hopes of changing Lisa's mind but in the end, she went out by herself.

Lisa stretched her arms and back after closing the door after Chaeyoung and decided to take a bath-a long one with citrus and jasmine bath bombs and some wine, maybe. Oh, and definitely some music.

She spent almost two hours like that and it was noon when she completely dried herself and walked to their kitchen to prepare some snacks for her binge movie watching.

The doorbell rang.

Lisa frowned, glancing at the clock, it was too early for Chaeyoung to return home. And Jennie and Jisoo were out, spending some time at the spa they discovered last month. So Lisa walked to the door with the same frown on her face and opened the door — and froze.

It was Yoongi at the door. And he was looking at her with so many emotions swirling in his feline eyes; anger, relief, yearning, and then more anger.

"Hello Lisa," his low and rough voice hit her like a truck, almost making her tear up and seizing her heart with the longing she tried so much to supress. It was unreasonable how he made her knees weak with just two words and how her name rolled off from his tongue.

"Would you be kind enough to let me in?"

Oh, the sarcasm.

Lisa took a deep breath and hardened the look on her face.

"No," she took a couple of steps back to close the door and Yoongi narrowed his eyes as he held the door with one hand.

"Too bad," was the only thing he said before stepping in and closing the door behind him. Lisa groaned and turned her back, quickly walking to her room and slamming the door behind her. She really didn't want to have this conversation but she could hear his footsteps following her. It took him approximately twenty seconds to barge into the room, making her turn to him only to see his sharp, clenched jaw and furious cat eyes, contrasting with his soft cheekbones and nose, and his fluffy white hair complementing the frown on his pink lips.

The crushing want and need to touch him, to hug him, just to be near him after all these weeks, it was almost unbearable for Lisa. She nearly took a step towards him, hands itching to reach out, her heartbeat fastened just by the sight of him near her. He was standing right there, she could just reach and touch him, she could hug him, he would let her, she knew it. The fluffy white hair-she could rake her fingers through it. The silky skin — she could touch feather light, feel the softness. The achingly pink pout of his mouth — she could kiss him breathless and he would kiss her back, strawberry sweet and coffee dark. Everything she was craving for was right before her — he was right before her.

So she almost kissed him right then and there. But she held herself back, the smug smile of that bitch flashed before her eyes, the was she held onto Lisa's man, how her hand moved on his shoulders, how she looked at Lisa afterwards—

"What are you doing? We're not allowed to have men in the house!" instead she glared at him, biting harshly.

"It's both your problem and fault," Yoongi said impassively, taking a step towards her. His eyes never left Lisa.

She was wearing a white oversized shirt over grey cotton shorts and her blonde locks were falling around her loosely. The stubborn and angry look in her face made her even more beautiful and her frown showed that she wasn't going to make this easy.

But oh, the relief Yoongi felt just by seeing her in front of him, tangible and just there, hearing her voice despite the obvious attitude she was giving him, watching her with his own two eyes as she fidgeted and pushed her hair back and glared at him — despite all of that, the relief was overwhelming.

"This is a crime, what you're doing," Lisa crossed her arms, bringing him back to reality. "It's called housebreaking."

"Why the fuck are you not answering my calls?" Yoongi glared back.

Lisa arched a brow, "I assumed it wasn't hard to guess. I don't want to talk to you."

Yoongi took a deep breath and squeezed the bridge of his nose to keep his calm.

"Lisa," he started, his voice was barely calm. "I told you, it's just work."

"You're a man of intelligence. What part of 'I don't want to talk to you' you didn't understand?" she gritted her teeth.

"Don't sass me," Yoongi hissed, coming closer to her. He felt the strong urge to take her in his arms and kiss her senseless. God, he had missed her so much that it was maddening, really.

"Look, oppa," Lisa started, her eyes serious. "I clearly told you that I didn't want you to get close with that girl. You and I both know she likes you and hits on you even though she knows we're dating. And you have had the chance to change your partner. But you didn't and practically fucked her on stage. On top of that, you yelled at me."

"I didn't do it because I wante—"

"Yeah yeah it was the choreography," Lisa rolled her eyes, annoyed and angry to the bone.

"You're being unnecessarily jealous Lisa," Yoongi gritted his teeth. "You're overreacting and creating problems out of nothing."

"Excuse me, did you just say I am being unnecessarily jealous?" Lisa pointed herself with disbelief. Her voice rose unintentionally, "You almost punched that Joohwan guy because he said I looked pretty!"

Yoongi looked at her defensively, "You didn't see how he looked at you—"

"Well you know how she looks at you!" Lisa yelled suddenly, she was sick of controlling herself. "And you're going to perform again! If you're bored of arguing why don't you just go and date her, hm? I'm sure she can make you way more happier than I can — now that you two can do everything openly on national TV, I mean," she added with sarcasm and continued with the same tone, "The public didn't come for your heads, after all. Looks like you have the ultimate approval."

Yoongi looked at her with shock, "The fuck are you saying?"

"Maybe it's because you like it that you're not refusing the stage," Lisa glared at him. She was trying to hide it but he could see the hurt and insecurity in her eyes and the bitterness in her voice.

Over the past year, she had become more insecure and worried that 'she wasn't good enough for the Min Yoongi of Bangtan' which made literally zero fucking sense because she was the embodiment of all Yoongi has dreamt of having in a girlfriend and then some more. She was kind, considerate, cute, funny, a music-lover, a laid-back person, liked indoors, made him laugh and feel loved, was so fucking pretty, made his heart skyrocket, and more. So he didn't even stand a chance when she returned his feelings.

And in addition to that, to the world, she was the Lalisa Manoban who had the world famous people in the palm of her hand, she had countless admirers and she was an acknowledged performer and dancer. She was the it-girl of the world, everything she did became viral, everything she wore would sell out, celebrities and non-celebrities alike were competing for a photo with her or even for a glance and a smile from her.

So if someone had to be insecure about being able to keep the other, it had to be Yoongi because Lisa Manoban was the most perfect woman in the world for 'the Min Yoongi of Bangtan' — and also because Yoongi was desperately in love with her.

Therefore, the words she threw at him burnt his skin, setting all his frustration and anger on fire.

He narrowed his eyes with clenched teeth, "How can you—"

"You're not even denying," she laughed, turning away and running her fingers through her hair desperately.

But Yoongi had had enough. He was in front of her in just two steps and held her arm tightly to whirl her to him.

"Never — never dare to question my feelings," he hissed. "Do you know what kind of a state I've been in for the last three weeks?"

She just stared at him coldly.

"Shit," Yoongi continued. "I've been like shit. Because you don't talk to me. Because you fucking ignore me. I can't concentrate on anything. I can't think properly. I can't compose. I can't write. I can't even sleep — at all. Or eat. You don't have the right to do this to me. Do you know what you made me do last weekend? Did Jisoo tell you?"

His eyes were piercing through hers as she stayed silent.

"I asked if you know, Lisa," he almost hissed, his dark eyes were tinted with red of the fury that made him all sharp and dangerous.

"You lipsynced," Lisa murmured, suddenly feeling guilty.

"Yes," he pushed through his teeth. "I fucking lipsynced for the first time in my whole life that day because I was afraid that I'd forget the fucking lyrics. The lyrics that I wrote. And do you know why? Because all I fucking could think about was you."

To be honest, Lisa was a little intimidated because she had never seen Yoongi like this before. He had never been this furious even when they had fought countless times. And she was really weak right now, struggling to hold onto her own anger in favour of not hugging him tightly because she had missed him terribly and seeing him, her heart and stomach betrayed her by fluttering like crazy. Her eyes were threatening to tear up. His touch on her arm was burning her body with want and need and longing and was weakening her will, but she forced herself to keep that fucking bitch and her smug smile in her head.

"Too bad you didn't think about me before you went onto the stage that day," she said as calmly as she could despite the chaos inside her.

"Enough Lisa," Yoongi raised his voice suddenly and Lisa grimaced at the volume.

"Enough," he repeated in a more normal tone. "I want you to stop this."

She stared at him. Her eyes were stubborn and serious. She was NOT going to back up.

"Then promise me you won't perform with her ever again," she squared her shoulders, trying to get away from him a little even though she was secretly desperate for his touch. She could throw herself to him if he took his hands off her, really.

"Lisa."

"And promise to tell her to fuck off," she added, glaring.

"Lisa."

She just stared at him challengingly.

Finally, after minutes long staring contest, Yoongi closed his eyes, tilted his head down and took a deep breath to calm himself. Then looked at her.

"Fine," he sighed. "Fucking hell. Fine. I won't perform with her ever again. Okay?"

Lisa felt a smile tugging her lips but forced herself to stay indifferent.

"And? " she said expectantly.

"And I'll tell her to fuck off," he sighed again.

She let a small smile form on her lips. Then with her teeth slowly digging into her lower lip, she casted her eyes down.

"I'm sorry I was a bitch to you," she murmured shy and quiet before looking at him under her lashes. She heard his sigh.

"And I'm sorry that I yelled at you," Yoongi replied with a low but soft tone. He could feel the anticipation of the upcoming reconciliation as a tingling in his body, eager to hold her in his arms once again.

Man, he was so humiliatingly weak for her. It was insulting, really.

But the satisfied smile she gave to him and her shining eyes wiped this thought in mere seconds.

"You're so horrible," he gritted his teeth and she laughed, melting all his anger away.

"Come here now," he pulled her to him roughly and buried his hand into her hair, claiming her lips once again. He kissed her so hungrily, so fervently and so roughly that she lost her balance and he turned around and pushed her against the wall. He wrapped his arms around her, crushing her small frame in his arms and she grabbed his hair hard, pulling it just like he liked as she kissed him back as desperately as he did.

A growl left his chest and he bit her lip hard, almost drawing blood. She let out a soft moan. Yoongi grabbed her thighs and lifted them, burying his fingers in her soft skin while she wrapped them around his waist. He released her lips and attached his to her neck, sucking and biting and kissing. He slowly licked her pulse until he was right below her ear and bit her earlobe while she tried to hold back a loud moan and failed.

"I swear to god you're going to kill me one day," he hissed onto her neck before sucking a hickey there, a red bruise he knew would darken overnight. Lisa turned her head to the other side and tightened her hold in his hair, mewling with pleasure.

"There's nobody else in this world but you," he kissed her pulse. "How can I convince you that I am all yours?"

Lisa sighed in satisfaction. It was funny how hearing it from his own voice was a million times better than telling it to herself over and over again.

Her needy fingers pulled him to her and Yoongi pressed his lips to hers.