Jennie's POV
My eyes focused on Kim Taehyung as I watch him slowly grinding to their unsurprisingly large audience in comparison to other hobae groups attending the festival. His face caters restricted emotion which I know he may be reserving for their actual performance.
The screams they were getting for a relatively smaller amount of people comparing to their usual audience makes me wanna question their fans' vocal prowess.
It's just a rehearsal for the festival but I don't have to check the actuals to know how more than half of the people watching are mostly their ever so dedicated fans.
Of course, they are one of the hottest groups nowadays - a recognition I know they deserve along with the other groups because hey, everybody just works really hard.
A faint smile escaped my lips as I recognize the brand of clothes he was wearing.
"Show off..." I muttered to myself.
He was there, face bare from any makeup but his face is the highest form of aesthetics any human being would wish to have yet he seemed like he doesn't care.
He was moving in effortless, unaware of the fact that his every movement captures every weak women's heart.
And those mouth works he's so used to doing sends shivers straight to my soul, the memory of his lips pressed against mine makes me wanna curse myself for acting so careless that night.
My eyes tried to catch his gaze but to my disappointment, he never once looked at my direction even earlier when it was Blackpink rehearsing.
They walked past us when they had to go to the stage and even Yoongi oppa messed up Jisoo unnie's hair. Taehyung, on the other hand, was checking something on his phone.
I bite my lower lip in frustration. I had to sneak out for a moment since my members wherein the dressing room so I can at least watch Bangtan's rehearsal.
My hands reached for my lips as I cover them, my face hidden behind a few managers from backstage. I was wearing a loose jacket, a cap covering my head and a face mask.
I have intentionally changed my jacket to make sure fans won't easily recognize me and even stayed hidden, blending with the people just in case.
It has been days but Taehyung didn't bother sending me any message. Normally, he would send me one but he never did. He didn't even inform me he was back on their dorm which he usually does whenever we hangout.
What changed?
Is he mad at me?
Looking back, I know my words probably sounded wrong the first time but for me, it's the most logical solution to our situation.
What happened to us, those kisses...
They were probably due to hormones or something. I mean, we were always together, tired and stressed, and a lot more reasons to be not on our usual self. In other words, we are easily distracted.
That should be it, right?
We like kissing each other, so what? That doesn't mean we have to be on a relationship.
We share each other our stories, each other's pain - I know but that doesn't mean we can share everything with each other.
He probably has his own priorities and I have mine and my words, no matter how much it sounded so wrong to others, are nevertheless still practical according to how I view things.
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