As It Should Be [BAMLISA x Hit The Stage] ✔️

chap 19

Quick A/N: Before anything else, I just want to thank @minjoyceee @Lirike  for the constant read and votes. I appreciate y'all so much ಥ_ಥ

Bambam's POV

Bambam was sitting in his room trying to come up with a concept for the next theme: Lies.

"You know what I think you should do?" Jackson asked.

"What?" He asked, a little desperately. He's been racking his head all night and now he has to make up his mind so that he and his team can finally choreograph and practice.

"Don't you have anything you can think of when you say 'lies'?" he asked.

"You telling me that you'll be of help to me?" 

Jackson just rolled his eyes and said, "Why not talk about what you feel for Lisa. Not telling is, in a way, lying. Not only to her but to yourself."  

Bambam's eyes widened. "H-how?" He sat up and stared at Jackson. "I mean what do you mean?"

Jackson smirked at his obvious discomfort. "I saw Baby before she left."

"I'm going to kill her." Jackson just laughed and told him to put that energy to his practice instead

"It wasn't that big of a lie though," he tried deflecting him.

"Yeah right. Just tell me one thing, what did you feel after saying that?"

"What? Are we having a slumber party or something?" He asked back.

"Just answer. You're such a baby." Jackson jested him. "What are you too shy to talk about your feelings now."

Bambam rolled his eyes. What can he say, really? That it hurt. That for years it felt like someone was hanging a bait on top of him that he's been desperately trying to catch. And for a short while, he thought he finally had enough strength to jump higher and catch it, or maybe the bait was finally lowered enough because he deserved it. He deserved a chance. Even if it's only a chance and nothing more. Just to be able to say that he tried. But even before he could get it, his legs weakened, his heart broke before it was even made whole. 

He chuckled bitterly at the emotional downpour that was going on in his mind. "I think I got it. Thanks, hyung."

Lisa's POV

The day of the shoot came and Lisa was all nerves. She knew that there would be higher expectations on her knowing that they won the week before. Her concept was about false rumors, how the paparazzi shifts and manipulates the truth for their benefit. If she and her team are able to pay their cards right, it was going to be an easy win. Despite that, she reminded herself not to count her chicks before they hatch. She doesn't want to have to deal with the overwhelming feeling of disappointment.

"Hey," Bambam greeted her. "Good luck." He smiled and so did she. She walked out of the waiting room and unto the set.

Just as in the previous episodes, after Heechul introduced her, the music played and she stepped onto the stage. Her white, summer dress was lightly billowing along with the calm music playing. She turned and spun as if she was in the meadows under the clear skies. That was until the music was interrupted by the increasing rhythms that sounded similar to clicks and flashes. As she turned towards the left, a mob of people awaited her and so she ran to the other only to be blocked by another group of people, phones and cameras on hand. They subtly encircled her as she spun and the crowd closed in on her. Papers started being thrown up as the crowd completely swallowed her. Then the lights turned off.

A spotlight appeared, pointing at a figure in the middle. She was clad in black, slowly sitting up, soulless with strips of the papers trickling down from the air. Lisa stood up, looked directly at the camera, turned, and with one last glimpse, she walked off as the lights finally dimmed.

Lisa was pretty satisfied with her stage. All that's left for her to do is cheer on Bambam and the rest. She was about to check the clock on one of the walls in the set when the spotlight turned on to show Bambam. Like her, he entered the stage with a solo dance. He was wearing a white polo and slacks. People would think they had planned for it to match like that.

He was dancing freely to a cheerful music when it slowed as a girl in a yellow dress passed by him, dancing in a circle around him. He tried to go after her, keeping in sync with her in every step she made. He was slowing down, near staggering, when the girl finally slowed as well and looked his way. His hands reached for hers and she turned towards him until she was locked in his loose embrace. As they separate, they smiled and the music picked back up as they danced together joyfully. 

Bambam was about to draw nearer to her when the lights flashed and a figure came near, grabbing hold of him, its hands covering his mouth. As the lights finally settled, the figure became clearer. He was dressed in black that mirrored what Bambam wore. Bambam tried to keep his hold on the girl but the newcomer tore them apart. But it did not seem to be a love triangle, rather a war against himself. No matter how much he tried, Bambam could not lose his mirrored self. His hands constantly tried to cover his mouth as he tried desperately to come back to the girl until his doppelganger pushed him. After he fell, the man in black took the girl in his arms as they danced the same steps that she and Bambam once moved to. They moved in a circle around his fallen figure. He slowly turns towards the front as the music that was once gleeful played in minor as if it was a warning on what was to come. 

Bambam looked up but the air felt cold and Lisa felt her hands grip the edge of her seat as she stares upon him. His face devoid of the lips that was just smiling so brightly a while ago. The lights were once again flashing as he miserably pulls away at the skin where his mouth should have been. The dancing pair's circle grew bigger as they moved farther away, leaving Bambam behind. And then all of a sudden, the man in black was behind him, his hands gradually covering what had been stolen from Bambam. Then the lights turned off.

Lisa was speechless. She was in awe of how many forms of lies are present in this world, and how Bambam was able to portray one of them. The omission of truth; a soundless lie. Seeing him in such grave pain a while ago was harrowing. She felt a pinch in her heart. That was when she realized why it might have been so.

He won. 

"That was awesome, Bam. It was really...something." 

"Yeah...?" He scratched his nape, looking a little shy or unsure. "I heard that your stage was pretty impressive. I can't wait to see it." 

"Yeah well. I guess it was." She smiled at him. "By the way, while you were dancing I realized something."

"Which is?" He seemed to have tensed up.

"That maybe I was doing just as what you did..." 

His eyes widened and seemed to be struggling to say something so Lisa continued on. "Maybe I was holding off on what I've should have said a while back."

"That?" he croaked.

"That I like..."

She felt her face heat up. Feeling a little shy, she looked away.

"...Ten." She finished. "And that maybe I should finally tell him, before I lose the chance to do so at all."

A/N: I'm sorry it's been a while again. I've been busy with my acads, art, and writing a different story. I don't even know if anyone is still reading this at this point lol but if you are thank you~

There are only roughly 5 or 6 chapters left, so just a lil more and we're done!