Jennie drops her phone when Yoongi’s picture comes through, and the poor thing goes clattering under one of the couches. Stunned by her own reaction, she holds her hands over , eyes stretched wide.

Lisa pauses mid-step on her way to the bathroom. “Jennie-unnie? You okay?”

“Fine!” Jennie bites out as she slaps her palms over her own cheeks.

Get a hold of yourself, Jennie.

She’s about to go looking for her phone when she realizes Lisa hasn’t left yet. She’s draped over the back of couch, peering at Jennie with her head tilted like a curious cat. Jennie leans away warily.

“What?” she says as Lisa eyes her with suspicion. 

“Are you really okay? Jisoo-unnie says you’re not fine even when you say you’re fine. I didn’t really get it before but I think I’m starting to.”

“I’m fine—really.” When Lisa doesn’t let up on the suspicious staring, Jennie melts a little. It’s nice to know that her group cares about her, even if it’s over a topic Jennie would rather not talk about.

“I’m okay, Lalalisa. Really really. Look—” She reaches under the couch and s around until she finds what she’s looking for. She wakes up her phone to show Lisa the tail end of the chat. “I was just texting with Yoongi-oppa and he sent me a picture of his new dye job. It’s for the collab project.”

Lisa looks at the picture in interest. “It’s a pretty color. I like it.”

“It looks like spring, doesn’t it?” Jennie says dreamily, staring at the photo, “Like the first flush of spring.”

Lisa glances between her and the picture a few times before looking up at Jennie through her lashes. “You like him, don’t you?” Her tone, low and secretive, makes Jennie redden because they both know she means more than just the friendly ‘like’.

“No, of course not,” Jennie blusters, “Don’t be silly—”

“I thought you liked Park Jimin, but it’s actually this Yoongi guy isn’t it?”

Jennie’s face drops. “How did you know about that?”

Lisa smirks widely. “Well, I wasn’t sure until you confirmed it just now.”

“You little—” Giggling, Lisa dodges Jennie’s half-hearted swipe at her. Dancing away on her tip toes, she calls back, “Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about your huge crush on Min Yoongi!”  

“LISA,” Jennie shrieks, but by then Lisa is gone, her giggles trailing down the hall after her.

Left alone in the living room, Jennie sinks her fingers into her hair, groaning, wondering when the youngest had gotten so observant. It’s a few minutes before she looks at her phone again, and when she does, she promptly swears upon seeing that Yoongi has already sent another message.

That bad huh?