Backstage | VSOO ✔︎

twenty-three | sacrifice

Third Person POV

It was past midnight and the two were seated in a 24 hour café in New York. The café was far from fancy and it had barely any customers at this hour.

Oddly this reminded V of their first date. The first time he had finally convinced her to see him after failing several times.

"So... how are you?" V spoke up first. He watched the way Jisoo's eyes focused on the coffee in front of her, stirring it continuously. It was probably cold at that point.

Jisoo could only mentally curse the director who insisted on making her come with him. That also includes Dara, what kind of manager trusts a stranger with their artists?!

"I'm good." Jisoo responded blatantly, cutting the conversation short.

V wasn't surprised. Actually he expected the outcome to be worse. He thought the next time he saw Jisoo, she would have at least thrown something at him or punched him. He knew he deserved it.

The scenario from that night still taunts him till this day. It was a constant replay of that night that appears as a nightmare each nightfall. This explains his consistent lack of sleep, aside from their tours.

"I saw you recently had your final show of the Nutcracker last night. Congrats." V tried to start another conversation.

"Were you the one who sent those flowers?" Jisoo coldly asks.

V began to rub his nape, "uh— actually... yes, yes I did." He confesses.

Jisoo still refuses to look his way, she grabs a sip of her now cold coffee, "Why?" Her blunt questions continue to keep V on eggshells around her.

"Wh—what do you mean, why?" He asked, confused.

Finally Jisoo stared at V, who to no surprise was already looking at her.

"Why did you send me flowers? It's been five years V."

V began to feel nervousness, his body temperature rising and sweat began to slowly form. He didn't quite know the answer himself.

Maybe it was due to his wishful thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could finally have the chance to right his wrongs. Now that he's famous he finally has the confidence to approach her.

V opens his mouth slowly, but Jisoo grows impatient, cutting him off.

"You know what. Just cut to the chase V. Why did you really bring me here?"

"Wait isn't that— THAT'S V FROM BTS!" Loud whispers and passersby caught the two by surprise.

"Who's that girl? That's not Jennie right?!" More scattered voices are heard.

Jisoo stood up abruptly and placed a fifty dollar bill on the table.

The server that night definitely got lucky with that huge tip.

"Wha-" V looked at her with confusion but before he could comprehend the situation, Jisoo took the initiative and grabbed him by his wrists.

V was left no choice but to follow her.

The two began to run, run away from those fans that had spotted them, with their hands wrapped around each other.

Jisoo was leading the way while V looked at her from behind, memorizing this very moment because he knows it'll be over soon.

After several minutes of running with no stop, Jisoo arrived at her desired destination.

She let go of the grip around his wrists, crouching down as she pants for air.