He walked through the hallways leading to the vocal practice room, where he knew Jennie will be there. He swiped his card against the card reader to gain access to the room and opened the door forcefully.

“Jennie?” he called out as he looked into the dark room. He stretched out his arm to reach out for the light switch and turn the lights on.

He found Jennie at the back corner of the room. She curled up into a ball on the floor and had her arms wrapped around her knees. He saw her in her most vulnerable state- in tears, in a mess. He knew she was fragile beneath the strong and cold façade she put up to face others.  She reminded him of his younger self.

“There, there….” He cooed as he walked towards her. He crouched down and sat closely beside her. She let out a small meek cry. He wrapped one arm around her tightly and held her face to his shoulders.

“Oppa is here for you, J. Don’t cry.” He lightly patted her head.

“I don’t like it when I see my little sister cry. She looks ugly...” he teased, trying to lift up her mood.

“I’m sorry.” She weakly said. Her voice was rough from all the crying she had. “I’m sorry you have to see me like this.

“Shh… don’t say that. My mum once told me, the strongest people are the ones who cry, in your case, you cried in the dark.”

She weakly chuckled. Jennie knew he was trying his best.

Jiyong’s eyes fell to the laptop in front of her. It was on a YG’s forum titled –YG NEW GG vs. TEAM B. She’s reading the hate comments, again. The first time she did this was when That XX MV was released. It was hard on her.

“I knew you’d do this and I don’t blame you for it. You had every right to read whatever is in that forum but you should know that those netizens are cowards. They have no right to hurt you.”

“But they don’t want