trapped.

final.

"— about thirty minutes. get ready!"

looking away from her reflection, kim jisoo could barely catch her breath, a lump caught up on her throat upon hearing the coordinator's voice alert them for their stage in that particular event. as someone who's been performing for years now, it still always leaves her feelings on edge— what more with reading the text she received a few moments ago: a message consisting of a room number along with a letter that she always uses since she would never want anyone to know about this. she remembers it anyways, of course, and it is even more painful for her to be reminded of who she is, of what situation she's in, and how much she's in trouble for it. out of all the things she wished to never happen to her, there she is, stuck and trapped by her own carelessness.

standing up, jisoo heads for the door and announces to rosé and lisa that she's going to the bathroom, rejecting the offers to come with her just in case and exiting the dressing room. once out, she opens the message again for instruction, passes by numerous doors then proceeds to delete the text right after finding the room and checking if it's the right one for assurance. she heaves a deep sigh, turning the knob and quickly entering the room—making sure that no one sees her step in there—her back pinned on the door when she closed it.

hell, why is she doing this?

she asks herself, closed to tears which she immediately forces back inside,, quite sure any sign of falling apart would amuse her perpetrator who's most likely hiding in the shadows.

"are— are you here?" she whispers in the darkness of the room, turning the flashlight of her phone while leaning away from the door, jaws clenched and her other hand balled into a fist on her side.

it's always been interesting to follow the performances from the behind instead of claiming a seat amongst the audiences. while the stars tried their best to deliver some infatuation, they tend to forget about themselves and that comes with a lot exposure. so, being an idol has its disadvantages sometimes, and as much of a disrespectful brat she was, jennie isn't that willing to suffer.

the fitting room was dim but spacious, and the tranquility added to it was more than ideal for a moment of nostalgia. a few months ago, at the set-up of a photoshoot, she made a move to court the beautiful kim jisoo--if shamelessly trapping her against the wall and invading her personal space counted as courting. most would assume she's turned on by the body, but it's actually the innocence and helplessness that lured her in.

same goes for today. she seemed to be the only one to notice how the prim and proper darling of their group practiced her moves with utter enthusiasm and adorable expressions shown to the vanity. she could have told jisoo to come with her then and there, yet she patiently waited until the preparation time almost ends to send the girl a text. the sound of the lock clicking shut signaled a start.

she was faster, approaching jisoo from her shelter behind the door before she could even react, clever hands clasping themselves over her hips. "what's with the flashlight, baby?" the female's voice is effortlessly sonorous and devilish, fingers casually slipping past the waistband of jisoo's shorts and skimming the curve of her ass, so close to stripping the clothing off her on instant. "if you want to see how i'm going to ravish you, i can turn on the light."

jisoo almost dropped her phone because of the sudden appearance. she swallowed back a gasp, finding herself enveloped in jennie's arms and their faces breaths away from each other that she has to tilt her head back in case they might accidentally kiss—or give the other a chance to—in the process. she even had to clasp her hands over the elder's chest as if it'll protect her from any other touch and winced at te sensual assault. it had her feeling violated than she'd ever before. it was so hard for her to look at jennie without being reminded of the young, energetic trainee she'd met years back; they were totally not the same person.