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What We Don’t Say

Lisa x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ca. 7,5k

Synopsis: As the global sensation Blackpink takes over the world, Y/N and Lisa are forced to keep their love hidden behind rehearsed smiles and careful distance. Then rumors, misunderstandings, and the suffocating weight of secrecy push them to their breaking point.

Requested by 🍓Anon

Notes: I feel like I lost the vibe halfway through creating this… I need someone to break my heart so I can be better.

English isn’t my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

The air inside the practice room was heavy with exhaustion, thick with the scent of sweat and determination. It was past midnight, long after the other trainees had left for the night, but Y/N and Lisa remained. Feet aching, limbs burning, yet neither willing to be the first to call it quits.

Lisa groaned, flopping onto the cool wooden floor, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. "I think I’m actually dying this time," she huffed dramatically.

Y/N, still standing, rolled her eyes but smiled. "You say that every night."

"Yeah, but this time, I really mean it," Lisa whined, reaching out blindly toward Y/N, fingers curling in the air as if begging for help.

Y/N sighed but gave in, crouching down and offering her hand. The moment Lisa’s fingers wrapped around hers, she yanked Y/N down with a mischievous smirk, sending her tumbling onto the floor beside her.

A breathless laugh escaped Y/N’s lips as she landed, her shoulder brushing against Lisa’s. For a second, neither of them spoke, just lying there, side by side, staring at the ceiling. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and their slowing breaths.

These nights had become routine. When everyone else had gone, when the world quieted, when there was nothing left but music, sweat, and aching bodies, this was when Y/N felt closest to Lisa.

"You ever think about giving up?" Lisa asked suddenly, voice softer now.

Y/N turned her head, meeting Lisa’s gaze. Her brown eyes were darker in the dim lighting, filled with something unreadable.

"Sometimes," Y/N admitted. "But then I remember why I started."

Lisa hummed, considering. "And why did you start?"

Y/N hesitated, then exhaled. "Because I love it. Even when it hurts, even when it feels impossible. I still love it."

Lisa smiled, slow and warm. "Me too."

Silence stretched between them again, but this time, it felt heavier, charged with something neither of them could name yet.

Lisa shifted onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow. "You know, I always noticed you."

Y/N blinked. "What?"

"Since the first day," Lisa said, her lips curling into a small, knowing smirk. "You were always so… serious, so quiet. But then I'd catch you watching, listening, and I don’t know… I just wanted to know you."

Y/N swallowed. Her heart was suddenly beating too fast, and she wasn't sure if it was from the exhaustion or something else entirely.

Lisa’s smirk softened into something gentler. "And now I do."

Y/N looked away, staring at the ceiling again. "You're too smooth for your own good."

Lisa laughed, bright and carefree. "You love it."

And maybe Y/N did. Maybe she loved the way Lisa could be playful one second and sincere the next. Maybe she loved the way Lisa’s presence always made everything feel lighter, like the weight of the world didn't press quite as hard on her shoulders when she was around.

Maybe she had loved Lisa for a while now.

The thought scared her.

They were trainees. They weren’t allowed to have distractions. And yet, Lisa had never felt like a distraction. She had always felt like home.

"Come on," Lisa said, nudging Y/N’s foot with hers. "Let’s do the routine one more time, and then we can go grab some snacks before the convenience store closes."

Y/N groaned. "You just said you were dying."

Lisa grinned. "I came back to life."

Y/N sighed, pushing herself up. "Fine. But you're buying."

Lisa hopped to her feet and held out her hand again. This time, when Y/N took it, she felt it. The spark, the unspoken promise, the quiet confession between their fingers.

And neither of them let go.

That night, as they walked side by side to the convenience store, Lisa kept their fingers loosely intertwined, only letting go when they stepped under the fluorescent lights inside. It was subtle, unspoken, but Y/N noticed the way Lisa’s hand lingered near hers, how their arms would brush, how Lisa would lean in just a little closer than necessary when teasing her about her snack choices.

And Y/N let her.

The following months passed in a blur of grueling practices, sleepless nights, and silent moments that said more than words ever could.

It was in the way Lisa would always wait for Y/N after training, even when she wasn’t finished yet, claiming she just "happened to be there." It was in the way Lisa would steal the seat beside her during vocal lessons, nudging their knees together like a secret only they shared. It was in the way Y/N would find herself looking for Lisa in a crowded room, her heartbeat steadying the moment their eyes met.

Nothing was spoken. But everything was understood.

Still, Y/N found herself hesitating.

Because what did this mean? Where did they stand between the fleeting glances, the almost-touches, the electricity that never seemed to fade? Was it real? Or was it just something they both wanted to be real?

She didn’t have an answer.

And maybe that was why, on the night the rain poured heavier than ever, she found herself wide awake. She sat curled up by the window, knees pulled to her chest, watching the city lights blur behind raindrops sliding down the glass.

It was late, past curfew, past exhaustion, but sleep never came easy on nights like this. Nights when her mind refused to be quiet.

Lisa sat on the floor beside her, back resting against the edge of the bed, legs stretched out carelessly. Unlike Y/N, she wasn’t looking outside. She was looking at her.

"You're thinking too much," Lisa murmured, voice softer than usual, like she was afraid to break whatever fragile thing was keeping Y/N together.

Y/N exhaled, slow and deep. "I always do."

A small huff of laughter. Then Lisa nudged Y/N’s knee with her own, warm even through the fabric of their sweatpants. "Want to tell me?"

Y/N hesitated.

She always admired how easy things seemed for Lisa, how freely she laughed, how effortlessly she moved through the world, like she had never once doubted her place in it. But Y/N? Y/N always hesitated. Always overthought, always questioned.

Lisa, though, was patient. She never pushed, never demanded. She just waited, and maybe that was why, this time, Y/N finally let the words slip out.

"Do you ever…" she started, her voice quieter than the rain outside, "feel something, but you don’t know if you’re allowed to?"

Lisa didn’t respond right away.

Y/N could feel the shift in the air, the way the playful glint in Lisa’s eyes faded into something softer, something serious.

Lisa swallowed. "Yeah," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "All the time."

Y/N turned then, looking at her.

Lisa wasn’t smiling anymore. She wasn’t teasing, wasn’t trying to make light of the situation. No, her expression was open, vulnerable, as if she knew exactly what Y/N was trying to say, even if Y/N wasn’t sure she could say it yet.

"And what do you do?" Y/N asked, her voice so quiet she almost wasn’t sure she’d spoken aloud.

Lisa was silent for a moment. She glanced down at her hands, fingers flexing slightly, before she inhaled, steady but deep.

"I stop pretending I don’t feel it."

The words hit Y/N like a tremor, shaking something loose inside her chest.

Her heart stuttered, an uneven, traitorous rhythm, and suddenly she wasn’t sure if the pounding she heard was from the rain or from the way Lisa was looking at her, like she had already figured out Y/N’s secret long before she’d even admitted it to herself.

"Lisa…" Y/N breathed, but she didn’t know what she was going to say. Didn’t know if she could say anything at all when her emotions were tangled so tightly around her throat.

Lisa met her gaze, unwavering. "You don’t have to say it. Not if you’re not ready. But I just… I need you to know."

The unspoken words lingered between them, thick with meaning.

Y/N clenched her fingers into the fabric of her hoodie, her mind screaming at her to be careful. To think of the consequences. To remind herself of the rules, the expectations, the risks.

But then she looked at Lisa again, at the girl who had been by her side through every struggle, every late-night practice, every exhausted breakdown. The girl who had always been home in a way no place ever had.

And maybe it was reckless. Maybe it was terrifying.

But Y/N reached out anyway.

Her fingers trembled as they curled around Lisa’s hand, hesitant at first, but Lisa responded instantly, her grip warm, firm, certain.

Lisa let out a slow breath, one that sounded like relief, and gently lifted their joined hands between them.

Her thumb brushed over Y/N’s knuckles, a soft, lingering touch, and the world outside faded. The rain, the city lights, the weight of everything that told them they shouldn’t be doing this.

They didn’t say what this was. What it meant. What it could become.

But they knew.

In the quiet of that rain-soaked night, fingers entwined in a silent promise, they chose each other.

At first, love was easy.

In the small world they had built as trainees, where their days were measured in sweat-soaked hours of practice, late-night ramen runs, and whispered dreams of debut, there was safety. Their love was quiet, unspoken, but always there, woven into every lingering glance, every shared laugh, every moment stolen in between training sessions.

Back then, they didn’t have to think about the world outside their bubble. Back then, Lisa could reach for Y/N’s hand in the dimly lit hallways of the practice rooms, and Y/N could let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, this love wouldn’t have to stay a secret forever.

Then, Blackpink debuted.

And suddenly, everything changed.

Their world expanded, brighter lights, bigger stages, louder cheers. Their names became headlines, their faces broadcasted to millions. With every new success came more eyes watching, more rules to follow, more pressure to become the flawless, untouchable idols the world expected them to be.

And love became something they had to hide.

But no matter how much they tried to pretend, no matter how well they performed their roles as mere bandmates, Y/N could feel it. Lisa still looked at her the same way she did on that rainy night.

And Y/N still felt the same way she had when she first reached for Lisa’s hand.

Only now, loving Lisa wasn’t just reckless.

It was dangerous.

For years, Y/N and Lisa had mastered the silent language. They had learned how to love in the shadows, to exist in a world where their feelings had to be carefully hidden behind rehearsed smiles and scripted interactions. It had always been this way.

But lately, it had started to feel like suffocation.

“Alright, let’s go again!”

The director’s voice echoed across the brightly lit studio as the five of them reset their positions, preparing to film the next take of their interview. Y/N shifted slightly in her chair, hands resting on her lap, shoulders poised as she waited for the cue to begin.

Lisa sat beside her. Not too far, not too close. Just enough distance to make it look natural.

The interview went smoothly, filled with playful banter and perfectly timed responses, but Y/N barely heard a word of it.

She was too focused on the way Lisa’s laughter filled the room, how effortlessly she shined, how easy it was for her to play along with whatever questions were thrown at them.

And then it happened.

The interviewer, a charming host with an ever-present smile, leaned in with a conspiratorial glint in his eye.

“Lisa, you’ve been quite the topic of discussion lately,” he said, his tone teasing but calculated. “Rumors have been swirling about your special friendship with someone. Anything you’d like to clear up?”

The words hit Y/N like a punch to the stomach.

She forced herself to stay still, to not react, to not let anything show on her face as the entire room seemed to shift its focus onto Lisa.

Lisa, to her credit, barely hesitated. She let out a small laugh, tilting her head slightly. “Ah, you know how rumors are,” she said breezily. “People love to talk.”

The host chuckled. “So nothing’s going on there?”

Lisa shrugged. “I mean, I have a lot of friends.”

It was the perfect answer. Polite, neutral, dismissive. But Y/N couldn’t shake the sick feeling curling in her stomach.

Because she knew the truth.

She knew that Lisa hated rumors like this, that she had rolled her eyes every time a new one popped up, that she had once whispered to Y/N late at night, “I wish I could tell them it’s you.”

But she couldn’t.

So instead, Lisa smiled through it. Laughed it off. And Y/N sat there, silent, pretending it didn’t hurt.

The dorm was quiet, too quiet.

Blackpink’s schedule had been relentless, and after a long day of interviews and rehearsals, exhaustion should have made sleep come easy. But for Y/N, rest was impossible when her thoughts were this loud.

She sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped loosely over her legs, the television flickering dimly in front of her. Some variety show was playing, but she wasn’t paying attention. The voices blurred together, white noise against the storm in her mind.

Lisa stood a few feet away, leaning against the kitchen counter, phone in hand. Her fingers scrolled absently, but Y/N knew she wasn’t really reading whatever was on the screen. She could tell from the way Lisa’s jaw was set, from the way her other hand gripped the edge of the counter just a little too tightly.

Neither of them spoke.

The distance between them wasn’t physical, but it felt like a chasm, one that had been slowly widening over time, one they both pretended wasn’t there.

Y/N hated it.

She hated how, just hours ago, they had sat side by side in an interview, forced to smile as Lisa laughed off dating rumors with him. Hated how Lisa had to act like it was nothing, even though Y/N knew it frustrated her just as much.

She should have been used to it by now.

After all, wasn’t this how they had always lived? Hiding. Pretending. Denying. But tonight, it felt different. Tonight, it felt heavier.

Finally, Lisa sighed and set her phone down with a soft thud, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the counter. “You’re quiet,” she said, voice softer than usual.

Y/N didn’t look away from the screen. “I’m always quiet.”

Lisa exhaled sharply, pushing off the counter and walking toward her. “Y/N.”

Something about the way Lisa said her name, soft, pleading, made her finally turn.

Their eyes met.

And in that moment, Y/N saw everything.

She saw the exhaustion in Lisa’s gaze, the frustration lingering beneath it, the way her shoulders seemed to carry the weight of something neither of them knew how to put into words.

Lisa, in turn, saw the walls Y/N was desperately trying to keep up.

“Say it,” Lisa murmured, stepping closer. “Whatever you’re thinking. Just say it.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket.

She wanted to.

She wanted to tell Lisa how much it hurt to sit there, smiling through questions about another person. How much she hated the way people assumed Lisa belonged to someone else, when Y/N was the one who knew her better than anyone.

She wanted to tell Lisa that no matter how many times she convinced herself that she could handle this, handle the secrecy, the pretending, the rumors. She couldn’t.

She also knew how unfair it was. Lisa wasn’t choosing this. She never had.

So instead, Y/N forced herself to swallow the words, to push them down like she always did.

She shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

Lisa’s expression flickered, hurt flashing in her eyes for just a second before she masked it with a slow nod. A barely-there movement.

“Okay,” she said quietly.

Then she turned away.

Y/N let her.

Even though all she wanted was to pull her back. Even though all she wanted was to say, It’s not nothing. It’s everything.

The sound of Lisa’s door clicking shut echoed in the silence.

And Y/N sat there, staring blankly at the screen, feeling like she had just let something break between them.

To the world, Lisa was free. She could laugh and joke and be seen standing next to any guy without consequence.

But Y/N?

She was just another bandmate. Just another secret Lisa had to keep, and no matter how much she loved her, some nights, that truth felt unbearable.

The night of the Gala des Pièces Jaunes was dazzling.

Thousands of fans filled the venue, the roar of the crowd vibrating through the floors as Blackpink took the stage. The air was thick with excitement, the flashing of lights syncing with the pulsing bass of the music. Even through the deafening cheers, Y/N could hear her own heartbeat, steady yet heavy in her chest.

They had done this a thousand times before, stood under the spotlights, bodies moving in perfect rhythm, voices blending seamlessly as they performed for the world. And tonight was no different.

Yet, something felt different.

Y/N could feel it in the way Lisa looked at her during Shut Down, their gazes locking for a fleeting moment between the choreography. She could feel it in the touches when they brushed past each other on stage, the way Lisa’s fingers ghosted over hers during the final chorus of Pink Venom.

For a few brief moments, under the glare of the stage lights, it almost felt like they weren’t hiding.

Like it was just them.

But as the final notes faded, as the applause erupted like thunder, reality came crashing back.

The energy backstage was electric, a dizzying mix of post-performance adrenaline and industry charm. Staff members weaved between clusters of guests, coordinating last-minute details, while photographers snapped shots of celebrities draped in designer clothes. The air smelled like expensive perfume, champagne, and the faint lingering scent of stage fog.

Y/N felt like she was floating through it all, present, but not really there.

The applause still rang in her ears, the bass of their songs still thrummed in her chest, but the high of the performance had long since faded. Now, exhaustion was creeping in, settling in her bones, pressing against the edges of her carefully maintained composure.

She should have been relieved. The night had gone smoothly. The crowd had been incredible, the performance flawless. They had smiled, waved, thanked their fans.

But Y/N wasn’t thinking about any of that.

She was waiting.

Waiting for Lisa to find her, to slip through the chaos like she always did, to pull Y/N into a quiet corner and whisper something stupid just to make her laugh.

Waiting for Lisa to lean in, her voice low, asking, Are you okay? because Lisa always knew when she wasn’t.

Waiting for something, anything, to remind her that the space between them wasn’t as wide as it felt.

But Lisa didn’t come.

Y/N’s fingers curled around the bottle of water in her hand, gripping it tight enough to feel the plastic bend under the pressure.

When she finally spotted Lisa across the room, a small flicker of relief sparked in her chest, until she saw who she was with.

Frédéric Arnault.

The relief vanished.

Y/N froze, her grip tightening as she watched Lisa laugh, bright, effortless, like she wasn’t supposed to be anywhere else.

Frédéric leaned in slightly, saying something she couldn’t hear over the noise of the room, and Lisa tilted her head, her expression open, engaged.

Too engaged.

Y/N knew Lisa. She knew when her laughter was polite, when her smiles were manufactured for the sake of formality. This wasn’t that.

This was easy. Natural. Comfortable.

Something sharp lodged itself beneath Y/N’s ribs.

It wasn’t the first time she had seen them interact. Lisa was Lisa, charming, magnetic, the kind of person who could light up a room just by walking into it. And with her ever-growing status in the fashion world, it was no surprise that she had built relationships with people like Frédéric.

This was normal. Expected.

But that didn’t make it any easier to watch.

Then, he touched her.

It was nothing, just a casual brush of fingers against her arm, a meaningless gesture in the middle of a conversation. But Lisa didn’t pull away. She didn’t shift, didn’t step back, didn’t create even the smallest amount of distance.

She just stood there, still smiling.

Click.

A camera flash. Then another.

Y/N didn’t even have to check her phone to know the images would be everywhere within hours.

Her stomach twisted, something bitter rising in her throat.

She knew it was nothing. She knew Lisa hated these kinds of rumors, that she always brushed them off, that she had promised Y/N long ago that no matter what the world said, her heart belonged to only one person.

But knowing didn’t stop the ache. It didn’t stop the jealousy, the frustration, the exhaustion of constantly having to pretend that she was okay.

And what made it worse?

Lisa didn’t come looking for her.

Not after the conversation ended. Not as the event wound down and the guests began to slip away. Not as their team prepared to leave for the hotel.

Lisa stayed exactly where she was, caught up in conversation, oblivious to the fact that Y/N had been keeping her distance, that she had been waiting for something, anything, that never came.

By the time they reached the hotel, Y/N had already made up her mind.

She wasn’t going to ask.

She wasn’t going to beg for an explanation, for reassurance that Lisa should have given her without her having to ask.

Instead, she shut down. Because if Lisa wasn’t going to act like it mattered, then Y/N wouldn’t let it matter.

Even if, deep down, it already did.

The distance between them wasn’t sudden. It wasn’t an explosion, not an obvious severing of ties. It was slow. A gradual unraveling, so quiet, so subtle, that if someone were to look from the outside, they might not have noticed at all.

But Lisa noticed.

At first, it was little things, Y/N walking ahead instead of beside her, not waiting after practice like she used to. Excuses that sounded too rehearsed, too polite. A smile that never quite reached her eyes.

Lisa noticed the way Y/N no longer lingered near her, how she never let their fingers brush by accident anymore. How she stopped looking at her when she laughed, as if avoiding something painful.

Lisa noticed everything.

She told herself it was fine. That Y/N was just tired, just overwhelmed with schedules, just in her own head like she sometimes got.

But the more Lisa reached out, the more Y/N pulled away.

Every interaction became forced, every moment that should have felt theirs now felt scripted, performed. Even in front of the cameras, even when they smiled and laughed for the fans, Lisa could feel the distance.

And she was patient.

She tried to be patient.

Until she couldn’t be anymore.

The practice room was empty except for them.

Everyone else had left an hour ago, leaving only the sound of their breathing, the faint buzz of the overhead lights, the soft squeak of sneakers against the polished floor.

Y/N grabbed her hoodie from the bench, her water bottle in her other hand, movements robotic. She had planned to leave without a word, the same way she had been for the past days.

But Lisa wasn’t letting her go this time.

"Are you going to keep ignoring me?"

Y/N froze, fingers tightening around the fabric in her hands.

For a second, she thought about pretending she hadn’t heard her. Thought about brushing past her, like she didn’t feel the weight of Lisa’s voice, sharp and unyielding.

But Lisa wasn’t going to let her run.

Slowly, Y/N turned, her expression unreadable. "I’m not ignoring you."

Lisa let out a humorless laugh, one that didn’t match the warmth Y/N was used to. "Oh, really?" She crossed her arms, frustration evident in the tense set of her shoulders. "So it’s just a coincidence that you suddenly don’t have time for me?"

Y/N exhaled through her nose. "Lisa, I’m tired. Can we not do this right now?"

Lisa stepped forward, closing the space between them in one determined movement. "No." Her voice was lower now, edged with something raw. "Because you’re lying."

Y/N clenched her jaw, eyes flickering away. "I don’t want to fight."

"Then stop acting like a stranger and talk to me."

Silence.

Lisa’s breathing was uneven. She was angry, not because of whatever was wrong, but because Y/N wouldn’t let her in.

Y/N looked at her then, really looked at her.

Lisa’s eyes burned with frustration, but beneath it, there was something else. Something that looked a lot like hurt.

Y/N swallowed against the lump in her throat.

She could say it.

She could tell Lisa that she saw her that night, that she watched the way she smiled at him, that it felt like someone had reached inside her chest and twisted until she couldn’t breathe.

She could tell Lisa that she hated how easily she fit into rooms Y/N felt like an outsider in, how she laughed so effortlessly in conversations that didn’t include her.

She could tell Lisa that she didn’t know how much longer she could do this, love her in the dark, stay quiet when the world asked questions, pretend that she wasn’t breaking piece by piece every time Lisa had to be someone else’s in the public eye.

She could say all of it, but saying it would make her sound petty. Insecure. Needy.

So instead, she inhaled, slow and careful, and said, "There’s nothing to talk about, Lisa."

Lisa’s jaw tightened.

She searched Y/N’s face, waiting, begging, for her to say something else.

To fight. To give her something to hold on to.

But Y/N said nothing.

And then.

"If you can’t handle this, then maybe we should stop."

The words landed like a gunshot.

For a moment, everything stopped.

Lisa must have realized it the second they left her mouth because her face changed instantly, her own words slamming into her like she hadn’t meant them, like she wanted to pull them back.

But it was too late.

Y/N’s lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.

She just stood there, staring at Lisa, something inside her cracking, breaking so quietly that neither of them were sure if it could be put back together.

Lisa’s breath was shaky, like she wanted to say something else, like she was already regretting it.

But Y/N didn’t give her the chance. She turned, grabbed her bag, and walked out the door.

And this time, Lisa didn’t stop her.

The sound of the door clicking shut was louder than it should have been, ringing through the empty practice room like the final note of a song that wasn’t supposed to end yet.

Lisa stood there, frozen, her own words echoing back at her, sharp and unrelenting.

"If you can’t handle this, then maybe we should stop."

She hadn’t meant it.

God, she hadn’t meant it.

She had said it out of frustration, out of desperation, because she had been reaching for Y/N and Y/N kept slipping through her fingers. She had wanted Y/N to fight back, to tell her she was wrong, to say something, anything, other than “There’s nothing to talk about.”

But Y/N didn’t fight, she just left.

And Lisa let her.

She stood there for a long time after that, staring at the door like she could somehow will it to open again. Like if she waited long enough, Y/N would come back, storming in with that fire in her eyes, telling Lisa she was an idiot, telling her that stopping was never an option.

But the door stayed shut, the room stayed empty.

And for the first time in years, Lisa felt what it was like to be truly, completely alone.

The silence between them wasn’t the kind that followed an argument, the tense kind that lingered in the air like a thick fog, waiting for one of them to be brave enough to break it.

It wasn’t the kind of silence that led to a hesitant text, a soft knock on the door, a whispered, “Are we okay?”

No.

This was something else entirely.

This was absence.

A bottomless, aching nothingness where something beautiful used to be.

And the worst part?

Lisa let it happen.

She didn’t chase after Y/N that night. She didn’t run after her, didn’t grab her wrist, didn’t beg her to stay. She didn’t knock on her door, didn’t send a message, didn’t even try to fix what had shattered between them.

Y/N had once believed Lisa would never let her walk away, not really.

Lisa had always been the reckless one, the one who acted first and thought later, the one who loved so loudly, so unapologetically, that sometimes it terrified Y/N.

But this time, she had let her go.

And Y/N didn’t know which was worse, Lisa being too angry to fight for her, too exhausted to try again, or the terrifying possibility that maybe, just maybe, Lisa had already accepted this was over before Y/N had even walked out the door.

Either way, the result was the same.

The world kept turning. The schedules kept coming.

They stood on stage together, sat beside each other in cars, moved in the same orbit like nothing had changed.

But Y/N felt it.

The weight of everything unsaid pressed down on her like a stone in her chest, each breath heavier than the last. The silence between them wasn’t just a lack of words, it was a void, stretching wider and wider between them with each passing day.

And for the first time, Y/N wasn’t sure if they would ever find their way back.

Days passed.

They still existed in the same spaces, still moved through the same schedules, still lived in the same orbit, but it felt like they were spinning further and further apart, carried away by a force neither of them knew how to fight anymore.

Y/N stopped waiting for Lisa after practice. Stopped lingering near her during rehearsals, stopped seeking her out in those in-between moments, the ones where, before, Lisa would have leaned in close and whispered something just to make her laugh, or nudged their shoulders together in the way that used to feel like home.

She stopped giving Lisa anything at all.

At first, Lisa tried to pretend she didn’t notice. She laughed too loudly with Jennie and Jisoo, cracked jokes in interviews with a little too much energy, threw herself into rehearsals and training as if working herself to exhaustion would somehow make the ache go away.

But the little things? Those were impossible to ignore.

Y/N no longer sat beside her in the van, choosing instead to stare out the window, earphones in, completely unreachable. When Lisa spoke to her, Y/N responded only when necessary, short, clipped sentences that carried no warmth, no familiarity, nothing of the closeness they once had.

And suddenly, Lisa was hyper-aware of every tiny moment she had once taken for granted.

The way Y/N used to glance at her across the room, just to share a look only they would understand. The way she used to press a hand against Lisa’s back when they were in a crowd, a silent reassurance, a quiet promise that she was there. The way she used to feel like hers in the spaces between the world’s prying eyes, when it was just the two of them, where no one else mattered.

And now?

Now Y/N barely looked at her at all.

Lisa wanted to believe it would fix itself, that Y/N just needed space, that this, whatever this was, was temporary.

But then, the world started to notice.

At first, it was just a handful of comments online, fans picking up on what Lisa had already been trying to ignore.

"Lisa and Y/N used to be glued to each other, what happened?" "They don’t even look at each other anymore." "Did they fight? I won’t survive another cold war."

Lisa told herself it didn’t matter.

But then came the edits, the side-by-side comparisons, the painfully obvious shift from what they had been to what they had become. Clips of them on stage from months ago, laughing, teasing, effortlessly in sync, juxtaposed with the present, where every interaction was calculated, restrained.

Where Y/N barely acknowledged her at all, Lisa told herself to ignore it.

But it became impossible to ignore during performances.

Their chemistry had always been part of their magic, silent glances, teasing smirks, the kind of unspoken connection that made every movement between them feel like something more. It had been the easiest thing in the world, like breathing.

But now?

Now, their moves were just choreography.

Lisa would reach out, expecting Y/N to meet her there like she always had, like muscle memory, like instinct, but she was met with distance. A half-second hesitation. A subtle step in the opposite direction.

Y/N still danced as flawlessly as ever, still sang with the same power, still smiled when the cameras were on.

But she wasn’t there.

Not with Lisa. Not anymore.

Everything was calculated now. Forced.

The spark that had once come so naturally had vanished, and the fans could see it.

Lisa saw it too, and it was killing her.

Off stage, Y/N buried herself in work.

She stayed late at the company, rehearsing until her limbs felt like they weren’t her own, until the mirrors reflected nothing but movement, nothing but perfection, something she could control. She locked herself in the studio, pouring her energy into songwriting sessions, letting lyrics swallow her whole because words on a page were easier than the ones she wanted to say to Lisa.

She told herself it was better this way.

Because if she slowed down, if she let herself breathe, if she let herself think, then the weight of everything she had lost would crush her.

So she didn’t let it.

She woke up, went to schedules, danced until her muscles screamed, smiled when she needed to, spoke when she was expected to, and then went home and did it all over again.

The ache never left. It settled deep inside her chest, hollow and unrelenting, a silent grief that stretched wider with every day Lisa didn’t reach for her.

Every day she let the silence continue.

Every day she convinced herself that this version of them, this cold, distant thing they had become, was something she could live with.

Lisa had learned, over the years, how to read the shifts in her moods, how to pick up on the things left unsaid, how to listen not just to the words Y/N spoke but to the ones she kept locked behind tight lips and careful glances. She had never minded waiting, had never minded taking a step back when Y/N needed space, because she had always believed that, eventually, Y/N would come back to her, like she always did, like she always had.

But this time was different.

This wasn’t a temporary fight, wasn’t just an off week, wasn’t something time would naturally smooth over, but this was Y/N pulling away.

Lisa had tried to be patient. She had spent weeks watching Y/N slip further and further away, feeling helpless as every attempt to reach for her was met with polite indifference, with a forced laugh that never quite reached her eyes, with an empty space where something warm and familiar used to be. She had told herself to give it time, that maybe Y/N just needed a break, that maybe if she waited, things would go back to normal.

But things hadn’t gone back to normal.

Instead, Lisa had spent the past few weeks trapped in the suffocating silence of something she didn’t understand, trying to pretend it didn’t hurt. She had spent nights staring at her phone, her fingers hovering over Y/N’s contact, wondering if she should just call, just ask, just demand to know what she had done to make Y/N stop loving her like this.

But the part that scared her the most, the part that made her stomach twist in ways she didn’t want to think about, was the possibility that maybe she already knew the answer.

Because Lisa had let her go that night.

Had let her walk out that door without stopping her, without chasing after her, without doing a damn thing to stop everything from falling apart.

And maybe, in doing so, she had proven something to Y/N that Lisa never wanted to prove, that maybe Y/N didn’t matter as much as she did.

The thought made something tighten in her chest, made her heart race in a way that wasn’t excitement or nerves but fear, real and tangible, curling in her lungs and making it hard to breathe.

She couldn’t do this anymore.

She couldn’t sit back and pretend this wasn’t killing her, couldn’t let Y/N keep slipping through her fingers like she wasn’t the most important thing in Lisa’s entire world.

She had let Y/N walk away once.

But she wouldn’t let her do it again.

So that night, when they returned to the hotel after another long day of pretending, of standing side by side like strangers, of acting like their entire world hadn’t crumbled, Lisa made a decision.

Y/N was running on autopilot, her body exhausted, her mind shutting down, her heart weighed down by a heaviness she had carried for weeks. She didn’t let herself think as she stepped out of the elevator, barely noticing the quiet hum of the hallway, the soft padding of footsteps behind her.

All she needed was to get to her room.

To close the door.

To be alone.

To escape before Lisa had the chance to stop her.

But then Lisa’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade, sharp and unrelenting.

"Y/N."

Y/N didn’t stop walking. She couldn’t. “I’m tired, Lisa.”

“I don’t care.”

That made her pause. Just for a second.

Then Lisa’s fingers wrapped gently but firmly around her wrist, her grip just tight enough to keep Y/N from slipping away, just loose enough that she could pull free if she really wanted to. “Come with me,” Lisa said, her voice low, urgent.

Y/N’s heart clenched. “Lisa…”

“Please.”

The word was soft, but there was nothing weak about it. It wasn’t a demand. It wasn’t a plea. It was something raw, something desperate, something that carried the weight of every moment they had spent avoiding each other.

Y/N hesitated for a moment too long, and Lisa took that as permission.

She let go of Y/N’s wrist, but only to open the door to her own room, stepping inside without another word, trusting that Y/N would follow.

And she did.

Because for all the walls she had built, for all the distance she had put between them, Y/N had never been able to deny Lisa.

Not when it mattered.

The door clicked shut behind them, the quiet deafening.

Lisa didn’t move to turn on the lights, leaving only the dim glow from the city outside spilling through the windows, casting long shadows across the room.

Y/N stood near the entrance, arms crossed tightly over her chest, every muscle wound so tight she thought she might snap. “What do you want me to say, Lisa?”

Lisa turned to face her, her expression unreadable in the low light. “I want you to tell me what the hell is going on."

Y/N let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head. “You know what’s wrong.”

Lisa’s jaw tightened. “No, I don’t. Because you won’t talk to me. You just…” She exhaled sharply, raking a hand through her hair. “You just shut me out. And I don’t understand why.”

Y/N’s fingers curled into fists at her sides, something bitter rising in her throat. She doesn’t unders

She was really going to make Y/N say it?

Fine.

"You seem fine with it," Y/N bit out, her voice sharp, cracking under the weight of everything she had been holding back. "You’ve been fine. Laughing, joking, standing next to him like it’s nothing,"

Lisa’s body went rigid. "What?"

Y/N’s chest ached. "I saw you that night in Paris. With Frédéric. The way you smiled at him. The way you let him touch you. And I just…"

Her voice wavered, but she forced herself to keep going, to finally say it, because the words had been clawing at her for weeks, burning at the back of her throat every time she swallowed them down.

"It didn’t feel like nothing." She sucked in a shaky breath, feeling her own heart pounding, the weight of weeks of silence pressing against her ribs. "Not when I’ve spent years hiding, pretending, watching you act like… like I don’t exist."

Lisa’s breath hitched.

Y/N looked away, swallowing past the lump in her throat, her voice dropping to something quiet, something exhausted. “I’m tired, Lisa. I’m tired of being the secret. I’m tired of feeling like I don’t matter.”

Silence.

The kind of silence that crushed.

"Oh my god."

Y/N’s eyes flicked up.

Lisa had gone pale, her hands running through her hair, her breathing uneven, like something had just hit her, like something had just clicked.

"That’s why?" she whispered, disbelief flashing across her face. "That’s why you’ve been… Y/N." Her voice broke on the name. "It was never real. The rumors, the pictures, it was all bullshit. I wasn’t thinking, I wasn’t careful, but it was never…" She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes desperate, pleading. "It was never you I was running from."

Y/N swallowed, her chest tight, her eyes stinging. “Then why didn’t you stop me?”

Lisa’s expression crumbled.

"Because I thought you didn’t want me anymore."

And just like that, the weight of everything came crashing down on them.

The silence. The distance. The pain of losing something they never should have lost, it was all there, hanging between them, thick and suffocating, pressing down on their chests like an unseen force, like a wound that had been left to fester for too long.

Lisa exhaled shakily, stepping closer, hesitating just for a second before reaching out, finally, after so long, her fingers brushing against Y/N’s wrist, tentative, like she was afraid she might pull away again.

Y/N didn’t move, didn’t breathe.

Lisa swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper, raw and broken. “I’ve missed you.” Her thumb ghosted over Y/N’s skin, light, almost hesitant, like she wasn’t sure if she was still allowed to touch her. "So much."

Y/N’s throat tightened.

Lisa took another step closer, eyes searching hers, desperate, pleading. "I love you, Y/N." She said it like a confession, like a prayer, like something that had been sitting on the tip of her tongue for weeks, aching to be spoken aloud. "*No rumor, no stupid PR image, nothing, nothing could ever change that."

Y/N’s breath hitched.

And for the first time in weeks, she let herself believe it.

Lisa didn’t expect everything to magically fall back into place overnight.

Words had been said, wounds had been left open for too long, and just because the truth had finally been spoken didn’t mean the hurt disappeared instantly.

But for the first time in weeks, Y/N didn’t turn away from her.

For the first time in weeks, Lisa reached for her, and Y/N let her.

That was enough.

It had to be.

The changes were subtle at first, so small that they thought no one outside of them would have noticed.

Lisa wasn’t sure if it was intentional or if it was just instinct, but suddenly, Y/N was standing closer again. Not in the way that would make headlines, not in the way that would raise questions, but in the way that Lisa felt.

A lingering touch on her wrist before walking away. Fingers brushing together under the table during meetings. A glance, soft, real.

It wasn’t perfect.

There were still moments of hesitation, still the weight of the what-ifs pressing down on them whenever a camera flashed too close, whenever an interview question forced them back into their carefully constructed public roles.

But they stopped hiding.

Maybe they weren’t shouting their love from the rooftops, but they no longer buried it so deep that it felt like a secret even between them.

Lisa caught Y/N smiling at her during a fan event, really smiling, not just the professional kind, but the kind that meant something, and she didn’t fight the urge to lean in closer, to whisper something just for her, to let the world wonder.

She didn’t flinch when, during a chaotic moment backstage, Y/N absentmindedly reached for her hand, held it for a second too long before letting go.

And maybe, just maybe, she let her fingers tighten just a little, hold on for a beat longer than necessary, to make sure Y/N knew she was there.

They were still Blackpink.

Still global superstars. Still the names filling headlines, still the faces on billboards, still the people the world wanted to claim.

But beyond all of that, beyond the flashing lights and the schedules and the relentless, suffocating expectations, Lisa and Y/N were still them.

Still the girls who stayed late in the practice room, who whispered secrets in the quiet moments before the world woke up.

Still the girls who had chosen each other once, so long ago.

And now, standing side by side, their fingers brushing, their gazes lingering for just a second too long. They were choosing each other again.

And this time, nothing, not rumors, not the industry, not the weight of the world, was going to take that away from them.

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yujinslovr · 2 years ago

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Idk if you write multiple idols x reader but if you do… I really liked that Gp Jennie non con one shot and I was wondering if you could write something like the reader attempting to get away from Jennie and runs into the other girls and she thinks they’re going to help her but they’re actually just like Jennie

a/n: not proofread at all so pls ignore all the mistakes!!! also 2k wrds😨😨😨

CW: gp!lisa, gp!jennie, noncon, dubcon, creampie, degrading, exhibitionism, humiliation, oral (lmk if theres anything else)

the whole month after what jennie had done to you was spent with you locked up in her house. locked up in her house and forced to obey her and do whatever she asked of you. after the initial shock, you learned that it was just easier to give into her, give her what she wants. no matter how much you resisted, she’d take what she wanted anyways. she didn't care for you, that's what you’d learned from the month spent with jennie. you were nothing more than a toy for her to dump her cum into in jennie's eyes.

over the month you spent in captivity, you started to comply with what she was doing. It was incredibly humiliating and irritating to hear her degrading words of ‘i knew you wouldn't be able to resist for long.’ or ‘sluts like you were made to be used, finally you're realizing it.’ you wanted so badly to punch her in the face when you heard this. It was so humiliating. alas, you had to put up with it if you wanted your plan to work.

the plan that you had devised was an escape plan, you were going to slowly gain her trust. enough so that she’d unlock the door of the room she had you stay in. the room was sound proof and void of any windows. you had no way of telling how much time had passed with you locked in that room. frankly it scared you. when you finally started complying, she had allowed you to know the date and that was how you now knew that a month had passed.

you needed to leave this place, you needed to somehow get out of the kim mansion. jennie brought you here, instead of keeping you at your apartment. you had been to the kim mansion before, but it had been too big for you to navigate through without jennie. you were now allowed out of your room, but you for some reason couldn't find the front door, all the doors you opened just led you to another bedroom. you decided to map out the mansion, you would walk around the mansion daily just looking around.

you continuously did this daily till you reached what you knew was the front door. this was the door you entered through the first time jennie showed you her family home. jennie had told you before that she had eyes everywhere, but you just assumed she was talking about her workers. for some weird reason, the thought of cameras never crossed your mind.

you were standing in the kitchen, clad in nothing but your undergarments. jennie had not allowed you to even wear clothes initially, saying that there was no use since she'd take it off anyways. after a lot of begging, she allowed you to wear your undergarments, but even your panties were open crotch. it was honestly so humiliating to you, the workers in the house were constantly staring and talking about you. It made you want to stay in that small dark room forever, but you needed to do this. for your freedom.

you stood at the island of the kitchen, bringing the sandwich you had made up to your mouth for a bite when your upper body was suddenly pushed down against the island. after bending you over, jennie wasted no time in getting you ready, immediately stuffing you full of her. you couldn't help the hiss that left your mouth at the feeling of her entering you without prepping you first. It burned, but you had gotten used to it, she wouldn't even wait for you to get wet, she didn't care that it hurt you. she only cared for her own pleasure. she didn't give you any time to adjust to her, immediately starting to thrust into you at a fast pace.

you wanted to cry at how humiliating this was, one of the maids was right there. staring straight at you, disgust in her eyes, disgusted at how much of a whore you were. “j-jennie, th-there’s people h-here.” you stuttered out in a small voice, lowering your head to the counter so you wouldn't have to see the multiple people watching.

“I know, i told them to watch.” jennie said with a chuckle.

she grabbed a handful of your hair and forced your head up, the way she held your head up was so incredibly uncomfortable. she forced you to stare at the people who watched her violate you. tears formed in the corners of your eyes, the humiliating feeling eating you up.

“fuck baby, you feel so fucking good. no matter how many times i fuck this slutty little hole of yours you still stay so tight.” jennie groaned out, tightening her grip in your hair and smacking your ass.

her dirty words brought the tears out, you were so embarrassed, she was saying this in front of so many people. you had never felt more violated. after getting herself off, jennie walked off, not bothering to get you off, nor to clean you up. she just left you there, bent over the island, her cum flowing out you and down your legs.

right now, this chance would never arrive again. this was your only chance to escape. jennie was out of the city for two weeks for her business, giving you a week to rest and a week to think of an escape. you had searched all the rooms and the most you found was a long shirt, which you deemed enough of a covering.

you held onto the shirt and once you reached the front door you put it on. maybe if you weren’t overcome with excitement for finally escaping, you would’ve questioned why the front door was void of security. but the adrenaline rushing through you didn't allow you time to question anything. Instead you pushed open the door and ran as fast as your legs allowed you.

you ran and ran, until you bumped into someone, falling to the ground after crashing into their chest. “hey, are you okay?” the slightly deep yet feminine voice filling your ears,

you quickly stood up and pulled your shirt down, careful not to show anything. “can you please help me? i-i-i got kidnapped and raped. please help me!” you slightly exclaimed in between pants, the running barefoot finally catching up with you.

the taller girl in front of you put her hands on your shoulders making you flinch a bit “calm down, why don't you come over to my place? you can explain it all over there.” you slightly nodded, calming down a bit.

this girl looked oddly familiar, your gut told you to run. she seemed nice, but something about her screamed danger. maybe it was dumb to follow a stranger to their home, but when put in this kind of situation, there was nothing more you could do. you thought about running away from her, but one pull from her would send you flying back. she was taller and visibly stronger, you just hoped to be wrong about this one thing.

with every step you took towards her apartment, the swirling feeling in your stomach intensified. you wanted to throw up, something about this girl just didn't seem right. there was a sinister aura radiating off of her, you could feel it in your bones. you were walking right back into a trap. you couldn't take it anymore, the feeling that she could easily be a serial killer. something about her was just off, and she looked so familiar.

that's when it hit you.

you were fucked.

you had met her before, she was jennie's best friend (other than you). you met her at one of jennie’s business dinners. lalisa manoban, jennie's childhood best friend and business partner, you were so screwed. you were walking behind her, so instead of following, you spinned on the heel of your foot and ran. you ran as fast as you could, the fear of your life powering the adrenaline rushing through your body.

lisa turned right in time to take one leap and grab onto your hand. she pulled you back towards her, your back hitting against her chest, “where d’ you think you're going?” lisa breathed into your ear, tightening her grip on your wrist.

she held you against her front, your hand twisted behind your back. “c’mon, we can settle this at my home. unless you’d wanna do it here?” she asked, though there wasn’t an answer expected.

you didn't have to answer, she knew what it'd be anyways. she kept her grip on your hand and walked you to her house.

“you’ll never guess what i found!” lisa called into her house.

the sound of footsteps filled your ears and you froze, you could recognize those footsteps anywhere. the footsteps that haunted your dreams for these past months, the footsteps of the person you’d thought you’d escaped from.

jennie slowly emerged from the dark hallway, “you really thought you could escape?” she let out a laugh at the thought.

“you should know better than to think that, i told you didnt i? I have eyes everywhere.”

you’ve never felt more helpless, there was nothing you could do and you knew it. so you just gave in, you let yourself be used by the two women, you knew there would be no point in fighting it.

“fuck, no wonder you wanna keep her, such a tight fucking pussy.” lisa groaned out, your hands behind your back where lisa was keeping them hostage.

“i r-really do owe you for bringing her back, her holes are now open to you whenever you want.” jennie grunted out thrusting into your mouth while lisa fucked your cunt.

all you could do was moan around jennie’s cock that was hitting the back of your throat. resisting them wouldn't do anything but ruin the experience for you, so you finally gave in, becoming jennie’s slut.

they were so rough with you, calling all that they were doing a punishment for trying to leave. the way lisa pounded so deep into you, was evoking emotions you didn't even know you had. lisa’s in your cunt and jennie down your throat? a lethal combination.

the sounds of wet slapping filled the room and you could feel yourself gushing at the lewd sound alone. you were too busy trying to resist or drowning in self pity all the other times, not realizing how much pleasure it could bring if you just relaxed and enjoyed.

“what a fucking whore, enjoying your punishment.” jennie chuckled out, feeling the vibrations of your moans.

It didn't take long for you to cum, being overwhelmed with all that was going on. this was the first time you actually enjoyed the sex you were having. you let out a loud moan as you came, one that not even jennie’s cock was able to muffle. when the blissful feeling of your orgasm washed away, jennie and lisa not stopping with the thrusts, the pain settled in. you shook your head no as tears cascaded down your face, you couldn't take anymore.

the overstimulation was too much for you and you didn't think you could take it. you desperately tried to break free of them but again, you were not even close to them in terms of strength. “aww, is it too much?” jennie pouted, in faux sympathy. the thrusts on both your mouth and cunt not stopping.

you pitifully nodded your head, hoping for mercy you knew you wouldn't get. the both of them only sped up their movements, seeing your response. you felt the familiar coil in your lower stomach, being forced into a second orgasm. along with you, you could feel the stutters in both lisa and jennie’s hips, not being given a warning other than that. you felt both your mouth and cunt being flooded with warm sticky semen. the white liquid leaked from your mouth as jennie pulled out. the same for your pussy, lisa’s semen hot and leaking out of you.

there was no point in trying to escape, she would always catch you.

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cool-fancier · 5 months ago

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A Taste of London

Lisa Manoban x Female Reader

Synopsis: In a cozy Notting Hill bakery, you meet BLACKPINK's Lisa, sparking an unexpected connection that promises to change everything. Can love bloom amid fame?

Word Count:2.2K

London's autumn was in full bloom, the crisp air biting just enough to make the warmth inside your bakery, Sweet Notes, feel all the cozier. The afternoon rush had died down, leaving you in a rare moment of stillness as you arranged a fresh batch of lemon drizzle cakes on the counter. Through the window, the sun hung low, casting a soft golden light over the cobbled streets of Notting Hill, making the world seem to slow down.

Your bakery wasn't just any ordinary spot in London. It had become a local treasure, known for its unique spin on British classics and your knack for making everyone who stepped inside feel at home. Despite its growing popularity, you always kept it intimate—a place where regulars greeted you by name and tourists stumbled upon it, charmed by the quirky, handwritten chalkboard sign outside.

Today, though, had a different energy. You couldn't shake the quiet buzz in the air. Maybe it was the excitement of BLACKPINK being in town. Their Born Pink tour had taken over London, and it seemed like everyone was talking about it. You'd seen the posts online, the fans gathered outside their hotels, the endless excitement building up to their concert tomorrow.

But you? You were a bit more low-key. Sure, you'd been a fan for years—BLACKPINK's music had been your soundtrack during late-night baking sessions—but you weren't the type to fangirl openly. At least, not until now.

The soft chime of the doorbell pulled you from your thoughts. You glanced up from the counter, expecting to see a regular, maybe Mrs. O'Leary from down the road. But instead, your breath caught in your throat.

Lisa.

No, not just Lisa. Lalisa Manoban, right there in front of you, pushing back her oversized sunglasses and giving the place a once-over with her sharp, curious gaze. Behind her stood Rosé, who was bundled up in a cozy sweater, glancing around the shop with wide eyes.

For a moment, you were frozen, your heart racing. You'd dreamed of seeing them in person, sure—but not like this. Not walking into your little bakery like any other customer.

Lisa's gaze found yours, and she smiled—a slow, easy smile that made the world around you blur for a moment. It was the kind of smile that could light up an entire room. But right now, it felt like it was just for you.

"Hey," Lisa said casually, her voice rich with that familiar accent, but softer than you'd imagined it would be in person. "Is it okay if we sit here for a bit?"

You blinked, scrambling to pull yourself together. "Y-yeah, of course! Please, take a seat anywhere."

Rosé smiled sweetly at you as she walked past, choosing the corner booth near the window, while Lisa lingered for a second, her eyes sweeping over the pastries in the display case before joining her. There was something deliberate about the way Lisa moved, like she was aware of every little thing, including the way your eyes couldn't quite leave her.

They sat down, Rosé leaning back in her seat, clearly relieved to have a break from whatever hectic schedule they'd been keeping. You stood behind the counter, hands trembling slightly as you grabbed the menus, trying not to make it obvious that you were having a full-blown internal panic.

You'd dreamed of this—meeting her, maybe catching her eye. But now that it was happening, it felt like the air had thickened, like there was something unsaid hanging between you. You couldn't explain it, but there was a pull. Something about Lisa, the way she moved, the way she was watching you out of the corner of her eye, made your heart race in a way you hadn't expected.

Taking a deep breath, you walked over to their table, menus in hand, determined to keep it together. "Here you go," you said, offering them the menus. "We've got some fresh scones, and the lemon drizzle cake is a favorite."

Lisa looked up at you, her eyes meeting yours in a way that felt more intentional than it should have. "You made these?" she asked, her voice softer now, almost like she was genuinely interested. There was something in the way she asked, like she was peeling back the layers of formality to speak just to you.

"Yeah," you replied, feeling the warmth of her attention spread through you. "I bake everything here. It's kind of... my passion."

Lisa's smile deepened, a flash of something playful crossing her face. "You can tell. The place feels like you."

That comment. It was simple, but it lingered in the air, making your pulse quicken. It wasn't just the words—it was the way she said them, like there was an intimacy behind them that you couldn't quite grasp yet.

Rosé, oblivious to the tension building between you and Lisa, glanced at the menu. "We'll take the scones and that lemon cake you mentioned," she said, pulling Lisa back into the moment. "And maybe some tea?"

You nodded, your eyes flicking back to Lisa for just a second longer before you turned away. As you moved back behind the counter to prepare their order, you could feel Lisa's gaze still on you, and it made your hands tremble slightly. There was something there—something unspoken but electric, like a connection sparking to life in the air between you.

— — — — —

After serving them their tea and pastries, you tried to busy yourself around the bakery, pretending not to be hyperaware of Lisa's every move. But the truth was, you felt her presence, like an invisible thread tying her attention to you. Every time you glanced up, Lisa was watching you—not in a way that felt obvious or creepy, but in a way that felt... curious. Like she was trying to figure something out.

Meanwhile, Rosé was lost in her phone, seemingly unaware of the subtle tension between you and Lisa. That was, until Jennie and Jisoo arrived.

"Found you," Jennie said as she entered, her tone carrying both relief and mock frustration. She shot Lisa a playful look. "You didn't tell us where you were running off to."

Lisa shrugged, not breaking eye contact with you even as Jennie and Jisoo joined them. "Just needed some air."

Jisoo's eyes flickered between you and Lisa, her expression shifting into something more knowing. She leaned in toward Jennie and whispered something in Korean, and Jennie let out a soft laugh, glancing at Lisa with a raised eyebrow.

"Looks like Lisa found more than just air," Jennie murmured to Jisoo, though it was clear Lisa didn't mind the teasing. If anything, she just smirked, leaning back in her seat and letting her eyes drift back to you again.

You could feel the heat rising in your cheeks, but you tried to play it cool, focusing on wiping down the counter even though it didn't need cleaning. But there was no ignoring the fact that something had shifted. The energy between you and Lisa was impossible to ignore now, and even her bandmates had picked up on it.

When Lisa excused herself to use the restroom, Jennie leaned across the table, her voice low but teasing as she spoke to Rosé. "Did you see the way Lisa's been looking at her?"

Rosé nodded, glancing in your direction with a small smile. "Yeah. I think she likes her."

Jisoo chuckled softly, shaking her head. "She's never been this obvious before."

— — — — —

As Lisa returned from the restroom, she paused for a moment by the counter, her eyes meeting yours once again. But this time, there was something different in her gaze—something almost vulnerable beneath the surface.

Lisa stood in front of the counter, her hand resting casually on the surface, but her eyes—dark and focused—remained fixed on you, as if she was deciding something in that very moment. The air between you felt heavier now, like every shared glance had been building up to this, though neither of you had spoken the words yet.

Behind her, Rosé, Jennie, and Jisoo were still caught up in their own world, laughing softly, their conversation distant background noise. But here, with Lisa, everything felt sharper, more intense. Your heart was racing, and you could feel the warmth rising in your cheeks, your hands fidgeting with the edge of your apron.

Lisa shifted slightly, her fingers lightly drumming against the wood, as if she was searching for the right words. "You've got something special here," she said softly, her voice just loud enough for you to hear. But this time, there was more behind her words. Something deeper, unspoken, in the way her eyes stayed on yours.

You swallowed, trying to steady your voice. "Thanks. It's... it's kind of my everything."

She smiled at that, her gaze flickering briefly to the pastries in the case, but quickly returning to you. "It shows."

There was a pause, a beat of silence between you, and in that moment, it felt like the rest of the world had faded away. Just you and her. The quiet hum of the bakery, the warmth of the golden afternoon light streaming in through the windows, the smell of fresh lemon cake and tea in the air.

Lisa leaned in slightly, her voice dropping lower, more intimate. "It's strange," she began, her tone thoughtful, almost as if she were talking to herself. "I've been all over the world. Seen so many places. Met so many people. But..." She trailed off, her eyes locking with yours, and the intensity of her gaze sent a shiver down your spine. "This feels different. You feel different."

Your breath hitched, caught off guard by the honesty in her words. You hadn't expected this. Not from someone like her, who could have anyone, go anywhere. But the way she was looking at you—like she was really seeing you—it made something inside you shift.

"I... I didn't think..." you started, but the words caught in your throat. You weren't sure what to say, how to respond. But Lisa didn't seem to mind the uncertainty. If anything, it felt like she understood it.

Lisa's smile softened, and she took a step closer. The space between you was closing, and with every inch, your heart pounded louder in your chest. Her hand, still resting on the counter, slowly reached out, her fingers brushing against yours in a way that felt both accidental and deliberate.

The touch sent a shock of warmth through you, and for a brief second, you both froze—neither of you pulling away, as if the light contact was enough to shift everything. Her skin was warm, and the touch lingered just a moment too long to be casual.

"I've been to a lot of places," she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper now, meant just for you. "But I don't think I'll forget this one."

Your fingers still touching, you looked up into her eyes, the world narrowing to just that moment between you. There was something electric in the air, something that made your heart race and your breath catch all at once. You'd never imagined this—never thought that someone like her would stand here, in your little bakery, looking at you like that, like you were the only person in the room.

Lisa smiled again, but this time it was softer, more intimate. She glanced back briefly toward her friends, who were still talking, oblivious to the quiet moment unfolding. Then she turned back to you, her eyes locking onto yours with a kind of quiet intensity that made your stomach flip.

She leaned in just a little closer, her voice so low it sent a shiver through you. "Maybe after the show tomorrow..." she paused, letting the words hang between you for a second, as if she was savoring the moment. "We could meet again? Somewhere quieter."

Your heart pounded at the suggestion, the implication behind her words both thrilling and terrifying in the best way. You hadn't expected this—this connection, this possibility. But here it was, standing right in front of you, and suddenly everything felt like it had shifted.

"I'd like that," you said, your voice barely audible, but the smile on Lisa's face told you she'd heard you loud and clear.

Lisa's fingers, still brushing yours, gave the slightest squeeze, and then, just as quickly, she let go. But the warmth of her touch lingered, a quiet promise of something more.

"I'll see you soon then," Lisa said, her smile turning playful again, but her eyes still holding that same quiet intensity. "After the show."

With one last glance—one that felt like it held a thousand unspoken words—Lisa turned and walked back to her friends, slipping into the conversation as easily as if nothing had happened. But you knew better. Something had happened. Something that felt bigger than either of you had expected.

As Lisa and the rest of BLACKPINK left the bakery, the door closing softly behind them, you stood there, your heart racing, the warmth of her touch still tingling on your skin. The bakery suddenly felt too quiet, too empty, as if the space she had filled had taken a part of the day with her.

But as you glanced out the window, watching them disappear into the London streets, you couldn't help but smile to yourself. Tomorrow, after the show, you'd see her again.

And this—this was just the beginning.

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bitchiswild · 1 year ago

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Office Seduction

GP Lisa x F! Reader Word Count: 1.8k Warnings: Smut 🫶 A/n: Lisa is so fine🤤 REQUESTED

@lilacura FOR YOUUUUUUUUU BABYYY😝❤️

"Hmm, that's it, baby," Lisa moaned, her fingers entwined in your hair as you pleasured her. Her gaze, filled with desire and appreciation, met yours as you sucked eagerly on her cock.

"Your mouth feels amazing, baby. You're such a good girl for helping me relieve this stress," Lisa groaned, her head tilting back against the plush office chair. The weight of her responsibilities seemed to melt away as you skillfully attended to her needs.

Your wife, Lisa, had summoned you to her office building in a moment of desperation, seeking solace from the overwhelming pressure of her day. Without hesitation, you abandoned your own tasks and rushed to her side, eager to provide the comfort and release she craved.

As Lisa's arousal grew, her words became more breathless and unrestrained. "Mmm, yeah, that's it," she moaned, her grip on your hair tightening as you continued your eager ministrations. Saliva mixed with precum dripped down your chin as you hungrily devoured her, the wet sounds of your movements echoing in the office.

"God, your mouth is so sloppy, so good baby," Lisa gasped, her body trembling with pleasure. Her office chair creaked under the force of her shifting weight as she sought to get even closer to you. With each thrust of her hips, she pushed deeper into your mouth, reveling in the messy, uninhibited sensation.

You could feel yourself becoming lost in the moment, consumed by the intoxicating blend of desire and filth. Lisa's moans grew louder, punctuated by the occasional whimper of ecstasy as she reached the brink of release. In this private sanctuary of lust and abandon, you were both free to indulge in the raw, unbridled passion that connected

"God, I'm gonna cum," she gasped, her voice trembling with anticipation. With one final thrust, she released herself into your mouth, her moans echoing off the walls of the office.

As Lisa pulled out of your mouth, you looked up at her with a mischievous glint in your eyes, your tongue adorned with her seed. With a wicked grin, you swallowed her cum, savoring the taste and watching as a shiver of pleasure ran through her body.

"Fuck, baby, you're so dirty," Lisa groaned, her desire evident in the huskiness of her voice. Unable to resist any longer, she pulled you into a passionate kiss, tasting herself on your lips.

Lisa's hands roamed over your body, she guided you to sit on her desk, her touch leaving a trail of fire in its wake, each piece of clothing removed, Lisa's breath grew heavier, her voice husky with desire. "God, you look so hot like this," she murmured, her hands trailing along the contours of your body. "I've been craving you all day, baby."

You couldn't help but respond in kind, your own voice rough with need. "I need you, Lisa," you whispered, your words punctuated by urgent kisses. "I need to feel you, all of you."

As their bodies pressed together in a feverish embrace, the air between them crackled with anticipation. "I want you to fuck me, Lisa," you gasped, your fingers tangling in her hair. "I want to feel you deep inside me."

Lisa's eyes darkened with desire as she met your gaze, her own words laced with a primal hunger. "I'm going to make you scream my name," she growled, her hands gripping your hips possessively. "I'm going to take you until you can't think straight."

She pushed you back onto her desk with a force that stole your breath away. The sudden movement caused a cascade of papers, pens, and office supplies to tumble to the floor, forgotten amidst the intensity of their desire.

Lisa took control, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand as she positioned herself between your legs. The air crackled with electricity as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against yours in a searing kiss that left you dizzy with need.

"Ready for me, baby?" Lisa's voice was a husky whisper against your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Without waiting for an answer, she plunged into you with a ferocity that stole your breath away, her movements rough and unrelenting.

Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. The desk beneath you groaned in protest, unable to withstand the force of your passion as it rocked and shifted beneath you.

Lisa's voice dripped with desire as she leaned in close, her lips brushing against yours between each heated breath. "You like it rough, don't you, baby?" she murmured, her voice laced with a raw intensity that sent shivers down your spine. "You want me to fuck you hard and fast?"

Your response was lost in a guttural moan as Lisa's relentless pace drove you to the edge of ecstasy. "Yes, yes," you gasped, your words barely coherent amidst the overwhelming pleasure. "I want it rough, Lisa. I want you to take me."

With a feral grin, Lisa unleashed a barrage of dirty talk, each word a deliciously wicked promise of what was to come. "You're mine, baby," she growled, her voice low and commanding. "I'm going to fuck you senseless."

Her words sent a surge of arousal coursing through your veins as you surrendered to the intensity of her passion. The desk beneath you groaned in protest as your bodies moved in perfect sync, the sound of your lovemaking echoing through the room.

As the pleasure built to a fever pitch, you felt yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion. "God, Lisa, I'm gonna cum," you cried, your voice raw with need.

With a triumphant smirk, Lisa quickened her pace, driving you both to the brink of ecstasy. "Cum for me, baby," she whispered, her voice a seductive purr in your ear. "Let go and give me everything you've got."

And with those words ringing in your ears, you surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure, your body exploding in a torrent of release. As you collapsed in her arms shaking.

Her eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as she pulled you up from the desk, her strength evident in the effortless way she handled you. "Ready for another round, baby?" she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.

You nodded eagerly, your heart racing with anticipation. Without hesitation, Lisa guided you to bend over the desk, your hands gripping the edge tightly as you braced yourself for what was to come.

As you presented yourself to her, offering yourself up for her pleasure, Lisa wasted no time in taking control. With a sharp slap to your ass, the sting of her touch sends a jolt of electricity coursing through your body.

"Fuck, Lisa," you gasped, your voice a mixture of pleasure and pain as she positioned herself behind you. Her grip on your hips was firm, almost possessive, as she drove into you with a force that made you scream in pleasure.

Each thrust was a symphony of desire, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as Lisa claimed you as her own. With each movement, she pushed you closer to the edge of ecstasy, her touch igniting a fire within you that burned hotter with each passing moment. “Lisa! Fuck!” You screamed out.

"God, you feel so good," Lisa moaned, her voice thick with desire as she pounded into you relentlessly. Her fingers dug into your flesh, leaving marks of possession as she claimed you as her own.

As Lisa thrust into you, the pleasure kept building, pushing you both closer to the edge. Your breaths were ragged and loud, yelps here and there, mixing with the rhythmic sounds of skin smacking together. It was like a symphony of desire filling

As Lisa continued to thrust into you with fervor, her voice husky with desire, she groaned, "God, you're so tight, baby." Her words sent a shiver down your spine, intensifying the pleasure coursing through your body.

Your muscles clenched around her, responding to her every movement as she buried herself deeper inside you. The sensation of being stretched and filled by her only fueled the fire of your desire, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy with each passing moment.

Quickening her pace, her thrusts became more urgent as she chased her own release. The sound of her ragged breaths mingled with your own, creating a symphony of passion that filled the room.

Lisa's voice was a husky growl of desire. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum," she groaned, her words filled with primal urgency. "I'm gonna cum in you so hard."

With a cry of ecstasy, you urged her on, your own desire reaching a fever pitch. "Yes! Cum in me," you cried out, your voice echoing in the room.

Feeling your body respond to her touch, Lisa's finger found your clit, rubbing it hard and fast, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. You squirmed in her arms, unable to contain the overwhelming sensation as she pushed you closer to the edge.

Your body convulsed with the force of your release, waves of pleasure washing over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy. Your pussy gripped her cock so tightly, making it hard for her to thrust.

With a grunt, Lisa pushed herself all the way inside you, going as deep as she could as she reached her peak. With one final thrust, she released herself, filling you completely with her warm thick cum as she came deep inside you.

Calming down, Lisa pulled you into her embrace, both of you sinking into her office chair with her cock still buried deep inside you. "Thank you for coming to take care of me, baby," she whispered, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder and neck.

Letting out a shuddered breath, you managed to reply, "Of course, my love," as Lisa held you close, offering comfort until you had calmed down. With a tender touch, she helped you clean up, her presence a soothing balm after the storm of passion.

A sudden knock at the office door shattered the tranquility of the moment, and Lisa's assistant's voice trembled as she spoke. "Mrs. Manoban, um, you have a meeting soon."

With a composed nod, Lisa replied, "Alright, Millie, thank you. I'll be out soon." She quickly composed herself, adjusting her appearance before turning to you with a look of adoration.

"I'll see you at home, baby. I love you," Lisa said, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips before reluctantly pulling away and leaving the office.

As you sat there, still feeling the lingering echoes of your lovemaking, you couldn't help but smile at the love and passion you shared with Lisa. Feeling a flush of heat rising to your cheeks, you couldn't help but notice the curious glances from her colleagues as you walked out of Lisa's office. The intensity of your encounter with her still lingered, leaving you feeling both exhilarated and slightly self-conscious under their scrutiny.

But as you caught Lisa's eye, she gave you a playful wink, a silent reassurance that everything was alright. Her confidence and ease put you at ease as well, and you returned her wink with a small smile before continuing on your way back home.

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koaluark · 8 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ lalisaㅤㅤ𓇻 ㅤㅤblackpink

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ezwezz · 2 years ago

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mean girls - bp x reader

genre: imagines :) summary: the 'mean girl' develops an interest in you. pairings: ot4 x reader

jennie:

jennie was your classic 'you either wanna be me, or be with me' kind of mean girl.

your first encounter with her was through a seating plan. she begrudgingly obliged to sit next to you as the teacher separated her from her rowdy friends.

each lesson you found yourself progressing in small talk with her- it went from "what's the answer?" to "oh my god you won't believe what happened earlier..." as you were opening up to each other.

you were actually beginning to look forward to the lessons despite being acutely aware of jennie's mean girl status.

eventually, as the end of term neared, jennie asked for your number to keep in touch with you over the holidays.

one thing led to another and you were attending one of her house parties. you instantly gravitated towards each other, both in a drunken stupor, and spent almost the entirety of the party at each other's side, oversharing unfiltered life stories and having a raw heart-to-heart conversation.

she even shoo'd away potential hookups in order to continue hanging out with you.

in the early hours of the morning, one mutual confession of interest led to a heavy makeout session with the mean girl.

from then on, your relationship progressed into something of a fwb situation. you'd receive random texts throughout the holidays from jennie, asking you to come over.

sometimes she was intoxicated after hanging with some friends, therefore you took it upon yourself to take care of her instead of doing what was routine at this point.

you and jennie returned to school hand-in-hand, much to the student-body's surprise.

jisoo:

jisoo was a bit of a bully and had a tendency to target people she disapproved of, with her group of peers.

an unfortunate incident involving one of jisoo's crushes being friendly with you, caused you to become their next target.

jisoo confronted you before school the next morning, so you decided to toy with her a little.

"why were you talking to [redacted] yesterday?" "they're kind of cute...i was just testing the waters." "back off." "i'm surprised you're lowering yourself to that." "excuse me?" "it seems a little desperate. not what i'd expect from a pretty girl like you."

jisoo was at a bit of a loss for words after that encounter, she simply scoffed- a light blush tinting her cheeks as she stormed away.

from then on, you found that jisoo would intentionally find you throughout the school days to shoot you a bitchy comment, which you would respond to with a comment of equal bitchiness.

the school became your cold war arena- however, it never verged on unpleasant the way actual bullying would do. it felt progressively more like lukewarm exchanges of banter.

one particularly smart remark from you caused jisoo to crack and let out a giggle- surprising both you and herself.

"cute laugh!" "shut up."

you received a text from an unknown number after school that day: 'it's jisoo. erase my laugh from your pea-brain, i still hate you'.

you replied: 'charming as always, i guess this is one way to start a conversation with me ;)'

the conversation continued into the early hours of the morning. it was frosty at first, but by the time you finally said goodnight there was an undeniable warmth to her replies.

she greeted you the next day, not with the usual middle finger, but with a small "good morning" and a smile as she passed by.

lisa:

lisa was the rich girl. from what you'd heard, money lacked value to her, it was simply a constant in her life.

one day you were alone in the bathrooms sorting out your appearance in the mirror when someone came barrelling in, instantly locking themselves in the nearest cubicle. you could hear distinct sounds of sobbing coming from inside.

"uh...everything okay?" you felt obliged to ask. "obviously not! my boyfriend just broke up with me." a voice replied, it clearly didn't take much for them to open up.

you spent the next 20 minutes conversing with the person, indicating for random people to leave when they stumbled across the scene.

when the door finally opened, you were shocked to see a red-eyed lisa staring back at you. "you're really nice to talk to." she stated after a moment.

from then on, you'd be subject to random little gifts from the girl in gratitude. she claimed that now she didn't have a boyfriend, there was a gap in her spending to fill and none of her friends deserved the gifts more than you, but that was the extent of your interactions for a while.

you caught rumours of lisa's birthday coming around, and while you surely couldn't match her expectations on a spending-scale, you could certainly put some thought into a gift- as a thanks for all the ones she'd given you.

you slipped a small necklace with a moonstone pendant into lisa's locker on her birthday. attached was a note explaining the qualities of a moonstone such as inner growth and emotional balance, in light of her recent relationship ending.

the next day, you spotted the necklace adorning the girl's neck and smiled to yourself. when she found you later on, you were greeted with a hug, catching you by surprise. "thank you..so much." she whispered, before slipping a note into your pocket and rejoining her friends. it was her phone number.

from that day forward, lisa wore the necklace every day, and you wore your new matching bracelet.

rosé

rosé was captain of the cheer team, a role envied by many as a clear symbol of status. you'd known rosé years before school, and long before she'd become 'popular', due to your parents being friends.

you'd naturally drifted apart, but were still acquaintances in some ways- despite not even sparing each other glances in the hallways.

one day, in a strange turn of events, you found yourself inside rosé's house attending a dinner party with her family.

there was a definite air of awkwardness surrounding you two when you were left alone by your parents, but the conversation picked up when you began the gossip session.

you eventually found yourself in rosé's bedroom, completely abandoning the dinner party as you two joked around carelessly, forgetting about the divisions you faced in school. it felt strangely normal all of a sudden.

the following days were pleasant, instead of ignoring each other, you and rosé would say hello in the hallways. then it didn't take long for the friendship to rekindle as rosé would start asking to eat lunch together and hang out after school. much to their disdain, you'd eventually replaced a few of her popular new friends.

one thing led to another and you were once again in rosé's bedroom, this time as closer friends than before. you were finishing up some homework as she scrolled absentmindedly through her social media, both lying on the bed.

"i'm bored." she exclaimed with a sigh for emphasis, shifting so that she was directly beside you and her face inches away from yours. "i want to do something..." "like what?" you met her gaze, the proximity undeniably intimate. "i dunno!" she giggled while unsubtly glancing at your lips. "you sure?" you replied, smirking.

before you knew it, her lips were on yours and you were breathlessly making out with the cheer captain.

the small pecks in the hallways prior to that night seemed only natural.

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licoryves · 8 months ago

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝓝𝖾𝗐ㅤ 𝓦𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗇.

#aesthetic #messy layouts #kpop imagines #moodboard #colorful moodboard #cute moodboard #edgy moodboard #fresh moodboard #blue moodboard #pink moodboard #divider by v6que #lalisa #lisa #lisa moodboard #lisa blackpink

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cool-fancier · 9 months ago

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Rhythm of Our Hearts

Synopsis: you, a small-town choreographer, whose life changes when global K-pop star Lisa asks for collaboration, sparking a journey of dance, dreams, and unexpected romance.

Word count:1.9K

This was requested and I hope I did okay, so if any of you guys do have requests of the girls , please do let me know and I promise I will try my best.

The world of dance was all you had ever known. From the time you could walk, your feet had found rhythm and movement as naturally as most children discover speech. Growing up in a small town, you never imagined that your passion for choreography would lead you to the heights of fame and success. Your journey had been a whirlwind of hard work, dedication, and a bit of luck. But it wasn't until the fateful day when Lisa Manoban, the global K-pop sensation, walked into your life that everything changed.

— — — — —

The crisp autumn morning in Los Angeles was beautiful. The sun had just begun to rise, casting a golden hue over the city. You had an early call at the studio, a place that had become your second home. Your name was renowned in the dance world, and you had worked with some of the biggest names in the industry. But today, you had no idea what was in store for you.

As you arrived at the studio, coffee in hand, and greeted your team, you were prepping for a new project when you received an unexpected phone call. It was Sean Bankhead, a fellow choreographer and one of your closest friends.

"Hey, I need you to come to Studio B. Now," Sean's voice had an urgency that piqued your curiosity.

You made your way to Studio B, wondering what could be so important. As you entered, you were greeted by the sight of Lisa Manoban, the superstar from BLACKPINK. She was even more stunning in person, her presence commanding the room effortlessly.

"Hey," Sean said, a wide grin on his face. "Meet Lisa. She has a special request."

Lisa turned towards you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "I've been a huge fan of your work," she began, her voice as smooth as silk. "I'm working on a new solo project, and I was hoping you could choreograph the dance for my song 'Rockstar.'"

You were taken aback. Choreographing for Lisa was an opportunity of a lifetime. "Of course, I'd be honored," you replied, trying to keep your composure.

Lisa's smile widened. "Great! I'm so excited to work with you. Let's make something unforgettable."

As the days passed, you and Lisa spent countless hours in the studio, perfecting every move, every beat. She was incredibly talented and dedicated, and your sessions were a blend of hard work and creativity. You began to develop a rhythm, not just in your dance but in your interactions.

Between breaks, you'd sit and chat, sharing stories about your lives, your struggles, and your dreams. You learned about her journey from Thailand to becoming a global icon, and she listened intently as you recounted your path from a small-town dancer to a renowned choreographer.

— — — — —

Your late-night sessions became a routine. The studio, usually bustling with activity, would grow quiet as the night deepened. It was during these moments that your bond began to grow stronger.

One night, after a particularly grueling practice, you sat on the floor, exhausted but exhilarated.

"You know," Lisa said, looking thoughtful, "I've always felt like an outsider, even in the industry. It's hard to find people who understand."

You nodded, understanding the feeling all too well. "I get it. Sometimes, even in a room full of people, you can feel completely alone."

You talked about your dreams, both fulfilled and unfulfilled. Lisa spoke about her desire to explore different aspects of her artistry, beyond just music. You shared your aspirations of starting a dance academy for underprivileged kids, to give them the opportunities you never had.

"Maybe one day, we can combine our passions," Lisa suggested, her eyes lighting up with the idea. "Imagine a school that nurtures both dance and music."

You smiled at the thought. "That would be amazing. We could change so many lives."

Unbeknownst to you, Sean had been observing your growing closeness. One afternoon, as you took a break, he pulled you aside.

"You and Lisa seem to be getting along pretty well," he remarked, a teasing glint in his eye.

You shrugged, trying to play it cool. "She's great to work with. We have a lot in common."

Sean raised an eyebrow. "Just work, huh? Well, whatever it is, I'm happy for you. It's good to see you both so inspired."

— — — — —

One rainy afternoon, as you sat by the window watching the raindrops dance on the glass, Lisa opened up about her past. She spoke about her childhood in Thailand, the struggles her family faced, and the sacrifices they made for her to pursue her dreams.

"I was just a kid with big dreams," she said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "Leaving home at such a young age was tough, but I knew I had to do it."

Her story resonated with you deeply. You admired her resilience and determination. "You're incredibly strong, Lisa. Your journey is truly inspiring."

Lisa turned the conversation towards you, curious about your own story. You recounted your early years, growing up in a small town where opportunities were scarce. Dance had always been your escape, your way of expressing emotions you couldn't put into words.

"My parents didn't understand my passion," you confessed. "They wanted me to follow a more traditional path. But I couldn't give up on my dreams."

Lisa reached out, placing a comforting hand on yours. "And look where you are now. You're living your dream."

— — — — —

As your project progressed, so did your connection. There were moments when your hands would brush accidentally, sending a jolt of electricity through you. Your conversations grew more personal, your laughter more genuine.

One evening, after a particularly intense rehearsal, you found yourselves alone in the studio. The air was thick with unspoken words and unsaid emotions.

"Do you ever wonder what life would be like if we hadn't followed our dreams?" Lisa asked, breaking the silence.

You nodded. "Sometimes. But then I realize that every choice we made led us to this moment. And I wouldn't trade it for anything."

Sean, ever the perceptive friend, noticed the subtle changes between you. One day, as you took a break outside the studio, he brought it up.

"You know, it's rare to find someone who truly understands you," he said, looking at you meaningfully. "Don't let that go."

You knew he was right. Lisa and you shared a bond that went beyond your professional relationship. It was something special, something worth exploring.

— — — — —

Your choreography for 'Rockstar' was finally coming together. It was a fusion of powerful moves and graceful transitions, a perfect reflection of Lisa's dynamic personality. You spent long hours perfecting every detail, ensuring it was flawless.

One evening, as you practiced a particularly challenging sequence, Lisa stumbled and fell into your arms. Your eyes met, and for a moment, the world seemed to stand still.

"Are you okay?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Lisa nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just... lost my balance."

As you sat on the floor, catching your breath, Lisa looked at you with a seriousness you hadn't seen before.

"There's something I need to tell you," she began, her voice trembling slightly. "These past few weeks, working with you... I've felt something I haven't felt in a long time."

Your heart pounded in your chest as you waited for her to continue.

"I don't know where this is going, but I know that I want to find out," she said, her eyes searching yours for a response.

You took a deep breath, your mind racing. "Lisa, I feel the same way. This connection between us... it's special. And I don't want to ignore it."

— — — — —

With your feelings out in the open, Lisa and you decided to take things slow. You continued working on the choreography, but now there was an added layer of excitement and anticipation in your interactions.

You started spending more time together outside of the studio, exploring the city, sharing meals, and enjoying each other's company. Your bond grew stronger with each passing day, and you knew that this was just the beginning of something beautiful.

Sean, ever the supportive friend, was thrilled to see you both happy. "You two deserve this," he said one evening as you sat in his living room, discussing your progress. "It's rare to find a connection like this. Don't take it for granted."

His words resonated with you, and you vowed to cherish every moment with Lisa.

The day of the music video shoot finally arrived. The set was buzzing with energy as the crew prepared for the shoot. Lisa and you went over the choreography one last time, ensuring everything was perfect.

As the cameras rolled, you moved together seamlessly, your bodies in perfect harmony. The dance was a powerful expression of your journey, your struggles, and your triumphs.

— — — — —

The music video was a massive success, garnering millions of views within hours of its release. Fans and critics alike praised the choreography, and Lisa's performance was hailed as one of her best.

But beyond the accolades and the applause, what mattered most to you was the bond you had formed with Lisa. You had created something beautiful together, and your connection went far beyond the dance floor.

With the project behind you, Lisa and you began to explore new horizons. You started working on your dream of opening a dance and music academy, a place where young talents could nurture their skills and pursue their dreams.

Your journey was just beginning, and you knew that whatever the future held, you would face it together.

— — — — —

"We did it," Lisa said softly, her eyes shimmering with pride as she looked at you.

You smiled, squeezing her hand gently. "Yeah, we did. And it's just the beginning."

The air between you was charged with a mix of accomplishment and something more, something that had been growing between you with each passing day.

"I couldn't have asked for a better partner," Lisa admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Me neither," you replied, your gaze locked with hers. In that moment, the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you in the quiet embrace of the studio.

Lisa's hand reached up to brush a strand of hair from your face, her touch gentle yet electrifying. "Y/n..." she murmured, her breath mingling with yours.

You leaned in closer, feeling the warmth of her breath on your lips. "Lisa," you whispered back, your heart racing.

And then, without another word, your lips met in a kiss that spoke volumes of the unspoken feelings between you. It was a kiss filled with passion and tenderness, a culmination of the bond you had forged through sweat, laughter, and shared dreams.

Time seemed to stand still as you kissed, each moment etching itself into your memory. The studio around you faded into insignificance, leaving only the sensation of Lisa's lips against yours, the softness of her touch, and the overwhelming certainty that this was where you belonged.

When you finally pulled back, a soft smile played on Lisa's lips, her eyes shining with a depth of emotion that mirrored your own.

"That was..." she began, her voice barely a whisper.

"Perfect," you finished, your fingers intertwining with hers.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the studio windows, you knew that this was just the beginning of your journey together. Whatever challenges lay ahead, you were ready to face them side by side.

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