(Y/N)'s POV
"Goodbye Lisa," I heard him say with a deep sigh.
I stood quiet against the wall outside of the kitchen entrance. Jungkook didn't even notice me when he walked passed, wandering back into the living room.
In a loud voice, I spoke up.
"Where's your glass of Lisa?"
He whipped around.
"Wh-what?"
"Jungkook why did you lie to me? You knew who that number was?!" I persisted in disbelief.
"Jagi... I–"
"Hey are you guys done arguing?" A voice spoke up.
We both looked up at the staircase to see all the boys lined up the steps.
"The number texted us too," Namjoon added.
"Well tell them who it is!" I rolled my eyes.
Jungkook sighed, "It's Lisa. If I would've known before, I would've said something."
"He's not lying," Tae spoke up.
"But how did you figure out?" I asked.
"(Y/N)–ah," Tae placed a hand on both of my shoulders. "Something happened the night of the concert you attended."
I looked up to hear the front door open. Jungkook was walking out, holding his forearm to his eyes.
"Omo," Jimin ran after him.
"Maknae! Don't cry!" Jin ran outside as well.
I looked back at Tae, "What happened?"
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FanfictionI must be luckiest girl in the world. I found Jungkook's number laying on the ground at a concert last night. *Cover created by @imjongshook*
