Forever & Always, Maira | BP LISA

↳ CHAPTER 42 ༉‧₊˚❦

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Back-to-back rehearsals were beating Aamaira's ass. Checkmate rehearsals alongside Lalisa were coming together nicely. Luvstruck was also doing rehearsals for their upcoming Waterbomb performance. Not to mention their group studio sessions as they prepared for their full-length album.

Aamaira enters her dorm, following her group members. They had a long day. Between rehearsals for Luvstruck's upcoming performance at Waterbomb, her solo rehearsals for Checkmate: Idol Rapstar as well as studio sessions had Aamaira feeling drained. Aamaira kicks off her sneakers as Kittisak drops his Knapsack. She walks into the apartment as if on autopilot, heading for the refrigerator. After pouring herself a glass of orange juice she then heads to the couch where Sihyun was seated.

The television was already on, on the Mnets channel. There was nothing of substance airing, just a series of commercials. Sihyun phone buzzes as she receives a text message. She only glanced at her phone briefly before her face clouded over.  Anger flashed in her eyes as quickly as it vanished, and she was back to looking at the television.

Taeseong exits his shared bedroom, shirtless using his right hand in a lame attempt to massage his left shoulder. Upon seeing the girls he makes a detour towards them. Taking a seat on the couch. Without saying a word, he picks up Sihyun's cold water bottle and rests it on his shoulder. He winces slightly as the chilled water bottle comes in contact with his skin.

"Are you okay?" Aamaira asks him as she eyes his shoulder warily.

Taeseong eyes her as if contemplating whether or not she should outrightly tell her the truth. After a moment he nods. A lie.

Aamaira did not call him out on his B.S. however. Instead, she gets up from her spot and heads to the bathroom. Opening the face basin mirror cabinet door, she grabs the bottle of baby oil, and a tube of pain relief ointment and heads back to the living room. Upon entering the living room, she hears a piece of familiar instrumental music. Taking a glance at the television, Aamaira almost trips over nothing.

Tonight is a Friday night? She wonders realized what show is about to begin. Wait, no. Tonight's a Sunday. She glances at the time. 10 KST. Oh, this is just a re-run of a Checkmate: Idol Rapstar past episode.

"Oh, Kitt wanted to see this episode," Sihyun says as she sits up focusing all her attention on the television.

"Kitty!" Taeseong hollers as he turns to look in Aamaira's direction. He eyes the contents in her hands and laughs. "I can't ever get away with lying to you girls, can I?"

"Nope," Aamaira replies as she sits on the couch and spreads her legs patting between them. "Get your ass up and sit here!" She says to him.

Taeseong eyes her as if she had lost her goddamn mind to think she could be talking to him like that.

"Please..." Aamaira adds. Her tone softens as she backpedals. Taeseong was okay with a lot of things except if he deemed it as disrespect.

There was a beat of silence.

The door leading to Kittisak's and Taeseong's bedroom opens and Kittisak appears, still dressed in his streetwear fit from today's excursions. He looked sleepy as he rubbed his eyes. Still, Kittisak is ... unlike any man you could lay your eyes on. Mercurial, pretty but not in a girly way, his jaw too square and masculine for that comparison. But still did not exempt the fact that his dazzling appearance garners him attention of both men and women.