Triste (Jennie x Hyunjin)

"Do you want to know exactly why I hate you, Jennie Kim?" Hyunjin stepped forward, backing her to the wall.

She gulped, her eyes already tearing up. He slammed his hand on the wall behind her, his face inches away from her.

"And there those tears are again." He scoffed. "Tell me, do you have fun when you cry, because you know everyone is going to take pity on this pretty face?" He gripped her chin tightly, looking down at her lips and back up at her eyes.

She was shaking, those stupid, hot tears were already running down her face.

"If you were even a quarter as hard-working as Lisa, don't you think this would be different? There's a reason why people don't talk about your talents. You have them, I'll admit that. Yet what do you do with them?" He stroked the side of her face, staring intensely into her eyes.

He knew she was ready to collapse any second.

"You ruin them. Take them for granted. How did you make it into YG? Did your mom pay your way in? How does it feel to have a rich family? To be privileged like no other."

He finally let go of her, and stepped back, a smirk on his face.

"I hope with all my heart, that you have a successful stage." With that, he left. She crumpled on the floor, hugging her knees to her chest, sobbing softly.

What she didn't know, was that he was there, watching her try to hold her tears back.