Backstage | VSOO ✔︎

fifteen | first time

A/N: not mature level, but contains some suggestive scenes lmaoo enjoy?

Jisoo's POV

I felt a slight nudge after V finished his song. My attention fixed on the man that's causing the swirling butterfly sensation in my stomach.

"Wow someone's whipped." Rosé leans, whispering in my ear finally getting my attention.

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Just like that the concert ended, I tried to keep Rosé near my side but to no surprise she was no where to be found.

I swear if this girl is screwing Jungkook somewhere I will shave off her precious blonde hair. I mean I am starting to like them together but I know deep down Rosé deserves so much more just someones fck buddy, she deserves commitment, loyalty, and love.

Rolling my eyes in disappointment, I find myself standing alone at a corner again. Frick Rosé had my backstage badge so I definitely can't enter without it, ugh just great.

I scan the populated venue, the fans are the definitely swarming the exit, waiting for the band to come out. I know V is my boyfriend, but times likes these makes him feel so untouchable.

We both have our dreams, he wants to make it big, BTS up on the billboard screens at Times Square, performing at Madison Square Garden, their fans yelling for them.

But sometimes I can't help but wonder where I am in his dreams and future, where does this relationship stand with our goals?

I felt my phone buzz from my pocket distracting me from my inner thoughts.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Love where are you, I've been waiting for you here backstage?" V asked from the other line.

"Oh I kinda lost Rosé and she has my pass so I've kind of just been waiting here alongside your fans..." I awkwardly replied.

"Okay wait." He immediately hang up.

Wtf does that mean, is he coming to get me??? Is someone coming to get me???

Dropping my hands low, leaning against the cold cement wall, I waited patiently for anyone.

Moments after, loud screams sourced from the exit, I tip toe trying to see what was happening.

Running towards me with his boxy smile plastered on his face.

"There you are"

Shocked from the pull, he grabs me running away from the mob of fans leading us to the back, somewhere more private.

Last time I checked, I was a ballerina not a fcking track star but he really does have a bad habit of dragging me anywhere he pleases.

Immediately he clashes his lips onto mine, hungry, like a bear coming out of hibernation. My eyes shot wide open shocked at the sudden intimacy we were sharing.

Pushing him away gently, "What's wrong??" I asked, my lips swollen from his touch.

"I don't know I just missed you" he rests his face on my shoulder hugging me tightly.