Lisa groaned as she stumbled into his apartment. Finding the right key took longer than she thought it would.

She quickly took off her heels that were killing her after the night she had with her members, of course, her feet would be killing her.

They all decided to go to a club that just opened and since she knew that he was on tour, she thought she would go out and enjoy the nightlife.

Lisa didn't realize how much she would miss her Unnies or dancing and letting loose. Once she stepped out onto the dance floor, they danced, they drank, and they had fun throughout the night till it was 3 in the morning when they finally decided to call it a night.

Jisoo-unnie the more responsible and sober one, dropped them off making sure that everyone got home safely. Lisa was glad she had her Unnies to look out for her. Who knows what would’ve happened if they weren’t there.

Lisa had difficulty pulling off one of her heels before throwing it somewhere in the dark apartment. Her other heel was forgotten somewhere, she really couldn’t remember. She really needed to slow down on the drinking.

She frowned as she started searching the wall for the light switch, after a few minutes and with her current state she couldn't be bothered looking, instead she stumbled in the dark towards his room.

If she could make it there, she thought as she started stripping off her clothes leaving her only in her black lace lingerie, his favourite colour, she giggled.

Once she finally made it to his room which she thought took an hour to get to, she smiled at his bed that was placed in the middle of the room.

Perfectly organised, perfectly clean, and perfectly him.

Basically, everything in his room was black, black sheets, black blankets, black pillows, black walls, a black room, just like his black heart, she giggled to herself

Moving forward she saw her favourite sleepwear as she reached out for the black T-shirt before pulling it over her head, she sniffed the shirt and smiled.

God, she missed him.

She crawled into the middle of the bed as she curled up in his shirt before finally letting sleep take over her.

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It was morning when they landed, and they were finally back home after officially finishing their tour.

s could see how eager he was to be the first one out as he quickly pushed past everyone that just happened to in his way. They all laughed at seeing him like this, it was a rare sight and they enjoyed it.

“He must really miss her,”
 

“I would if I was him,”
 

“It’s only been 6 weeks”
 

“And this is why you'll be single forever”
 

They laughed joking with one another as they saw him rush past everyone. They looked at each other, somehow all feeling the same thing, they were envious of him. He was one lucky man.

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He finally arrived at his apartment he couldn't help but laugh when the first thing he saw a single heel outside his apartment door.

He smiled picking up the heel before walking into his apartment to see the matching pair, he grabbed it and placed it next to his Nikes.

The sun shined through the windows into his apartment as he walked further in, he shook his head at what greeted him. Clothes, her clothes laid scattered on his floor as he picked up each item following the trail that led to his room with the door slightly left open.

He smiled at what he saw, his favourite shirt that he has been looking for during his tour, being worn by his favourite girl.

Lisa was curled in a ball wearing his shirt, lying in the middle of his bed. He smiled putting his bag down and her clothes, he walked over to his bed as he laid down behind her wrapping his arms around her, hugging her from behind.

Lisa smiled feeling him wrap his arms around her before peppering kisses all over her neck,

“I missed you,” she moaned, when he kissed a spot, he knew she loved.

“Same” he whispered in her ear, “I also missed my shirt” he added, placing kisses behind her ear, a small smirk played on his lips when he heard her giggle.

A giggle he knew all too well,

“I remember calling, I remember asking if I had left this particular shirt, and I also remember you saying that you couldn't find it,” he said,

Lisa smiled when he hugged her closer smiling into her neck, breathing her in.

he missed this.

The feel of his lips traveling up and down the side of her neck to her exposed shoulders, had her biting her bottom lip. Then he stopped.

“Although I do like the idea of coming home to see you in my shirt,” he said kissing her cheek, she smiled as she turned around in his arms to finally get a look at him.

8 weeks is too long for her, she smiled wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her, feeling his body pressed against hers, like a perfect puzzle piece.

Lisa leaned up to his ear, “I think you'll like it more when it's on the floor,” she whispered before biting his ear as he groaned

“Then what are we waiting for,” he smirked.

Lisa yelped when she found herself pinned to the bed, she cocked an eyebrow staring up at him, loving this aggressive side of him,

She smirked running her fingers through his hair as he leaned down to place soft tender kisses on her lips. He wanted to stay like this forever in her arms. He chuckled when she grabbed his face holding it still as she kissed him.

“Lisa,” he moaned when she bit his tongue as she pulled him closer needing to feel every inch of him.

“Yoongi,”

Lisa moaned when he squeezed her waist before his hands moved under her (his) shirt feeling her soft skin against his calloused hands.

“Yoongi,”

Lisa moaned again, God he could listen to her moan all day, feeling move down to his neck, at a spot right under his neck… right there…

!

“Yoongi,”

Yoongi suddenly stopped looking down at Lisa because he swore her voice went deep, way too deep to be...

“Yoongi! Yoongi!...

 

 

“YOONGI” Yoongi opened his eyes as he shot up,

Jin was staring at Yoongi in worry. So was everyone else in the room.

“Hyung, are you okay?” Jimin asked,

Yoongi looked at his surroundings, trying to figure out where he was, hoping that this was a dream and that he would wake up and be in bed with a certain orange haired Blackpink member.

“HYUNG!” Taehyung yelled,

“I'm up” Yoongi groaned as everyone quickly stepped back before he decided to bite somebody.

This was real and they were getting ready to go on stage.

s all laughed as one by one they all walked out of the dressing room getting ready for their stage performance.

Namjoon watched everyone leave then he glanced back at his Hyung.

“You okay?”

Yoongi looked up at Namjoon and nodded. No, he wasn’t okay you woke him up at the most important part.

Namjoon smiled, “You just worried everyone because you were smiling in your sleep, it freaked everyone out,” he said smirking to himself as he turned to leave not before stopping by the door looking back at Yoongi.

“Must’ve been a really good dream,” Namjoon smiled

Yoongi frowned, “Then why you wake me up” he growled. Namjoon only laughed before shaking his head.

“Two more performances and were up next,” Namjoon said leaving Yoongi alone in the dressing room.

Yoongi sighed as he stood up from the couch and walking over to the mirror where he sat on one of the make-up chairs. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked horrible.

He closed his eyes trying to see if he could remember anything from the dream that he wished was real, but all he got was nothing. He growled, dropping his head against the make-up table.

Why can’t life ever work out for him?

 

“Excuse me?”

 

Yoongi heard a voice that very much belonged to a girl, it could either be a staff or a crazy fan. He was hoping for the first.

“Yep,” he said,

He spun around in his chair to see who was asking for him, only to see the one person he was just not long ago having a dream about, where they were doing inappropriate— where he was doing inappropriate things to her and not long after he was also trying to recall that certain dream.

Was this for real?

Was this a dream?

He really didn't know what was happening right now, but who was he to complain.

But there she stood, wearing her stage outfit for 'As if it's your last' her hair was framing her face so perfectly and the whole schoolgirl theme. Damn!

She looked hot and he didn't realize that he was openly staring at her and she also didn’t know who he was because she was also openly staring at him.

“I'm sorry, he said you could help me since I got off on the wrong side of the stage and I'm kind of lost and... OMO!” Lisa squealed, she stopped talking when she realized who she was talking to.

Yoongi was just staring at her and thinking how cute she is, just standing there looking lost,

“I'm sorry,” she bowed, “I thought you were… staff. I'm so sorry,” she said constantly bowing while slowly backing out of the room.

Yoongi wanted to laugh at her expressions but he quickly snapped out of it when he realized that she was leaving.

“Wait! I can help you!”

Yoongi shouted as he jumped up too quickly and tripped over the chair falling face first towards the ground. Lucky one of s' jackets was on the ground saving his precious face.

Then he heard giggling and slowly he realized what just happened before he had completely humiliated himself.

“I’M FINE!” he shouted as he quickly stood up.

Lisa stood there staring right at him while covering , stopping herself from laughing.

If there was a moment, he wished he could die, it was now, at this very moment.

“So, you're lost,” he said quickly trying to recover from the situation but by the look on her face, it wasn't going to happen anytime soon.

Lisa nodded still smiling

“We finished our performance, but I walked out the wrong way and I don't really know how to get to the other side of the stage,” she said, glancing everywhere around the room, except at him.

“I can show you how to get to the other side, but I wouldn't know…”

Lisa shook her head, “It's alright I know how to get to the dressing room they have our group names on the door,”

Yoongi nodded, right he should now that. They stood there for a while because Yoongi couldn't stop staring at Lisa making her blush.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes!” Yoongi said way too quickly for him to understand what he just said.

He nodded before walking straight past her because he could feel his face heating up.

What was wrong with him? It's like all his swag just left the building.

“This way,” he called out refusing to look at her. Even though he really wanted too.

Lisa could only laugh at his odd behaviour. Then again, she didn’t really know him well enough to know if this was him being normal.

Yoongi led the way with Lisa behind him he couldn't help but look at all the doors that he passed, from EXO, NCT, GOT7, SEVENTEEN, BTOB…

“You know, you didn't need to help me. I'm sure you have a busy schedule,”

Yoongi stopped walking and turned to face Lisa who was looking up at him, with her big doe eyes.

He shook his head “I don't mind, I would have gone crazy if I were in that room by myself,” he said, and he honestly thought that it would’ve actually happened if she hadn’t come.

Lisa smiled.

That smile, that he was familiar with.

“I'm sorry, I should’ve introduced myself earlier, I'm Blackpink Maknae Lisa,” she said bowing to Yoongi who bowed back, then she surprised him when she extended her hand which he gladly accepted.

Any excuse to hold… touch…

“I’m BTS, I mean I’m SUGA or YOONGI or AGUST'D,” he said introducing himself, but his mind was too busy acknowledging the fact that her hand was so soft in his, but her fingers were long just like his.

Lisa laughed smiling up at him.

That God damn smile.

That introduction led to them talking about the event, the performances and other idols they hope to meet. Actually, Lisa talked and Yoongi hung on her every word.

“I use to do this all the time because I always came out the wrong way,” Yoongi said looking at Lisa who was walking next to him. Was he purposely taking small steps to prolong their time together…

“Well, you do seem clumsy, I would think so too,” Lisa teased.

Yoongi laughed he was surprised at how comfortable she was with him in the few minutes they just met. How comfortable he was being in her presence.

“That's the first and last time you'll ever see me like that,” Yoongi said, refusing to think about his epic fall. He stopped right where a walkway under the stage was.

“Why? I think it was cute,” Lisa said

Yoongi stared at her in shock as she looked at the walkway not noticing him staring or better yet admiring her, she just called him cute, while she stood in front of him, being beautiful, her skin, her smile, her legs—

“Hyung, there you are,”

“This better not be another dream,” Yoongi groaned looking at two people he really didn't want to see.

Lisa stared at Yoongi smiling before she looked at the two coming towards them.

Jungkook and Taehyung came up next to him grabbing Yoongi's shoulder.

“Where have you been? We were looking for you, we’re about to perform…”

Jungkook stopped talking when he realized who was standing in front of them, Taehyung had been quiet the minute he stood next to his Hyung and just stared at Lisa, wondering if he was actually seeing her.

Lisa smiled and bowed to the two who were still both in shock.

“Well, thank you for helping me. I think I can find my way from here,” Lisa smiled,

“It was nice meeting you Yoongi… by the way, nice, T-shirt,” Lisa said when she walked away from all three boys who just stood there staring after her.

“BYE!” Taehyung yelled, Lisa looked back, she smiled and waved. Taehyung quickly waved back, and Lisa giggled.

“YAH! what are you three doing?” all three boys looked back to see Namjoon glaring at them, but all three boys were too dazed to even notice their leader was glaring at them.

Namjoon shook his head, as he told them to hurry up.

“Why were you with Lisa-ssi,” Taehyung nagged hugging Yoongi’s arm.

Yoongi ignored Taehyung, he was too stunned to understand what Lisa just said about his T-shirt.

He looked down at his T-shirt, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. The shirt that he was wearing, was the same one he saw in his dream, the same one that Lisa was wearing in his dream.

“Hyung!” Taehyung and Jungkook groaned in protest, but Yoongi just walked over to Namjoon, ignoring the two.

“We are up next,” Namjoon announced to everyone but Taehyung and Jungkook weren't even listening.

“Hyung” Taehyung whined,

Yoongi ignored him again before glancing over at the other side of the stage, where he saw Lisa and probably one of her managers, who was happy to see her.

“I think I just met my future wife,” Yoongi said as Lisa glanced back at him and smiled.

Namjoon smirked when he heard what Yoongi said,

“You're welcome,” Namjoon whispered to himself, looking at Yoongi then glancing across the stage at Lisa who was smiling as she waved at Yoongi.

 

Flashback

 

Namjoon walked out of the dressing room. He smirked knowing exactly what Yoongi was dreaming about or better yet who he was dreaming about.

It was kind of hard not to miss when you start the persons' name especially when her name is the only one in this industry. He smirked because none of the other members heard.

Namjoon glanced up, only to stop when he saw a tall, orange haired girl in the middle of the hallway.

“Speak of the angel,” Namjoon whispered.

Lisa, Blackpink’s Maknae, stood right in front of him, but she looked lost and she was standing outside one of the dressing rooms getting ready to knock.

“Can I help you,” he called out,

Lisa jumped back grabbing her chest, “Mianhae,” she apologized,

Namjoon shook his head as he quickly apologized as well because he was the one that scared her.

They both laughed at how awkward it was when they introduced themselves, but they both smiled at each other. Namjoon couldn’t help but think her smile was contagious.

“Umm, I’m Kind of lost,” she said very cutely that Namjoon couldn't take her seriously. She was too cute for him to handle.

Namjoon smiled as he thought of something. He pointed back at his dressing room.

“The room over here, one of our staff members can help you, he really knows his way around the stage, and he would gladly help,” Namjoon said,

Lisa smiled, “Kamsahamnida,” she bowed.

Namjoon bowed back as he watched her walk towards the dressing room.

Lisa stood outside, not knowing whose dressing room it was when the door was wide open. She smiled when she saw someone inside and he was sitting on the make-up chair.

“Excuse me,” she knocked as she walked in.

Namjoon smirked watching her walk into the dressing room.

“You owe me Hyung,” he whispered as he walked away whistling to himself.