Third Person POV

"Jisoo are you okay?" Becca asks warmly, while her manager just eyes her weirdly finding Jisoo's actions quite odd.

"Yes Madam. I'm just uh— nervous that's all." Jisoo replied awkwardly.

Mentally Jisoo's been pep talking herself that this soon encounter with V won't be as bad as she's assuming it to be, or that there could possibly still be a chance to escape her situation.

"Oh dear you're absolutely the cutest, still getting nervous meeting celebrities huh?" Becca softly caress her arms completely fond over her.

Oh man if only you really knew the reason.

"Becca Smith and company?" Two buff men in black approached the girls interrupting their conversation.

"Yes that's us." Becca responded back.

"You're now being called backstage."

Oh this seems too familiar.

"Unnie I think I'm going to sht my pants can't you just translate for me. I'm just not feeling well." Jisoo forcibly pulls Dara further from Becca and the granddaughter in hopes for her manager to save her.

"Okay Jisoo you've been acting so weird, and you're never weird. You're normally the no emotions type of girl, but for the past five years I've known you, I've seen more changes in your mood more than ever. What is going on?!"

"Aish Unnie I don't have the time to explain, can't you—"

"Jisoo, Dara, why aren't you coming?" Becca and her granddaughter look back at the two.

"Yes Madam, WE'RE coming." Dara emphasized on the we, dragging Jisoo by the arms.

Shit. Here goes nothing.

"Annyeonhaseyo~~" Jisoo heard the director's granddaughter attempt in her cute little koreaboo accent to greet the boys.

"Annyeong!!" One bye one Jisoo heard the boys reply back.

"Hi." She heard a very deep octave spoken in English, she hated it, but it sent shivers down her spine. It's been a while since she heard that voice.

Jisoo tried her best to make sure she was as invincible as she could possibly be. She stands at the very back, crouching behind her very tiny manager.

"We heard you were one of our sponsors, thank you so much!" Yoongi spoke up, his English definitely improved.

Jisoo wondered why she was needed when they're clearly more than capable of communicating on their own!

"Oh my, your English is fantastic! My god I must be getting old, I almost forgot — Jisoo, dear?!" Just like that Jisoo heard her cue, the cue of her death. The exaggeration in Jisoo's mind is beyond anyone's imagination.

Just like that everyone's ears perked up, especially the handsome lead singer upon hearing that name.

"It can't possibly be my Jisoo... right?" He thought to himself.

Jisoo stayed frozen refusing to move from her spot. But to her dismay, Dara pinched her sensitive spot, forcing her forward which Jisoo retaliated.

one...

two...

three...

That was all she needed, three seconds to recompose herself.

Jisoo fixed her outfit, and combs through her soft black locks. Releasing a long sigh before making a short distance of a runway walk.

She must look her best, she must remain composed, she must show him how well she's been doing, she must.

Step by step, V waited with anticipation. Moment by moment he had a glimpse of the lady in black . Anyone could tell she was a beauty without seeing her full appearance, her aura radiated grace and delicacy.

"Oh there you are!" Becca smiled, wrapping her arms around Jisoo.

"BTS, boys, meet my star, prima ballerina Jisoo Kim!" Becca announced her like she's the shit who she truly was. It began to feed her ego.

Jisoo finally looked up, scanning the boys one by one. Lastly, she locked eyes with the lead singer. She saw the surprise in his eyes, and the warmth and love it expressed. This caught her off guard; it was completely different the last she saw him.

She made sure she showed no change in emotions, keeping her guard up.

"Annyeonhaseyo, Kim Jisoo-imnida." Jisoo let out a small smile to form on her delicate face bowing down showcasing the proper Korean greeting etiquette.

As if time had stopped, V couldn't believe who was standing in front of him. He had only dreamt of this day, but he never thought it would one day come true.

It's like every instinct in his body told him to do so, he reached out his hand. "BTS V, nice to meet you."

Jisoo stared at his hands which were awaiting her touch, then eyed the owner of it. For a second she willingly wanted to grab them, but no she won't, she refuses.

"Ahhhh!" Jisoo got pushed aside by the teenager who couldn't contain her happiness and made her way towards the singer and shook his hands frivolously.

Jisoo was beyond thankful for her, despite pushing her to the side and causing her stumble and almost falling on her bum.

She saw the way V awkwardly smiled at the teen while the bandmates were holding in their laughs. Jisoo could care less at this point.

Finally, Jisoo translated the conversation of the two, her focus remained on the teenager, but she felt stares coming from not only her ex, but also the other band members who were still processing her unannounced appearance.

No one in the band dared to share the fact that they all knew how to speak and understand English, being active internationally, it was inevitable for them to learn it. But of course they knew their friend needed this, therefore the three boys kept their mouth shut and listened to every word Jisoo translated.

The longest ten minutes of Jisoo's life, finally the granddaughter began to speak as if she was ending her talk with the boys.

On the other hand, V cherished the shortest ten minutes of his life. It wasn't enough, he wanted to see her more, he needed to talk to her, privately.

"As much as I love each and everyone of you." Jisoo translated.

"But... I love V the most! I love you V!" The granddaughter squealed like a normal teenager as she just confessed her undying crush for the singer.

Jisoo cursed in her mind, Do I have to translate that?! No way in hell will she say I love you to him.

All the boys looked at her in anticipation awaiting for her to say those precious words.

Thank goodness for her fast wit, Jisoo thought of the greatest idea.

"Hey I think it'll be better if you said it in Korean yourself." Jisoo smiles fondly at the teen.

She closes the gap between them and whispers into the girls ear. Just like that Jisoo successfully escapes the dreadful scenario.

"Oh would you look at the time, it's getting really late. I need to go now. It was a- pleasure meeting you all. Madam I will leave first." Jisoo stood up in a hurry as she excused herself seeing that her job was done for the evening.

"Wait-" Taehyung rashly grabbed her by the arms.

"Would you like to grab some coffee?" He asked, sweat that wasn't there before, forms around his forehead.

The others looked at them with wide eyes. The boys can't help but want to laugh at their friend, oh he was so getting teased for this later on. While the other party was surprised and quite confused.

Jisoo scoffed. Who does he fcking think he is? You have no right to touch me! No you can't just look at me with that smile thinking I'm just this old delusional Jisoo who you can win with a simple smirk. So no Taehyung, I will not fcking grab a coffee with you!

Jisoo mumbled all her thoughts quickly, as quick as she snatched his grip on her arms.

"I ca—" Jisoo's sentence was cut short.

"Oh dear of course she can!" Madam spoke for her.

What the fuck?!

A/N: I just wanna say thank you to everyone who reads this story, especially those who votes, and comments throughout. I really enjoy reading your reactions and your theories as well, it truly does motivate me so much, because trust me I always struggle writing chapters for this story. As I've mentioned in the past, the fic is coming to an end, if my creative juices pull through we'll be hopefully done next week???? everyone get your tissues ready (lol jkkkk). BUT ALSO HAPPY JISOO DAY💜💜💜