Idols | LisRene (Revised Version)

LISA

The Asian tour was announced, and we've been practicing nonstop for it. Day after day, all we did was rehearse for the concert. It felt like weeks passed, but it was only days.

We were stuck in the practice rooms, at YG building, doing routines, vocal exercises, mentoring—everything in preparation. Even during breaks, when it was just the four of us in the same room, I felt a strange sense of isolation. It wasn't that my members were making me feel alone, but the atmosphere shifted ever since that night.

Jennie's gaze toward me changed. Chaeyoung, it seemed, had made it her responsibility to comfort me every time. I appreciate it, even though it wasn't always necessary. And Jisoo became extra attentive, checking in on me after bed, making sure I was okay—like the caring older sister she is.

The choreography for "Sixteen Shots" has been a struggle for my members. The choreographer is pretty strict. She called Jisoo out multiple times, asked Chaeyoung why she was offbeat, and pointed out Jennie's mistakes, which were too obvious to miss. After giving us a 20-minute break, she made it clear she expected us to perfect the routine after that.

"Lisa... can you?" Jisoo asked, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I smiled, setting my towel down, and turning on the speaker.

Chaeyoung stepped in to join us, though Jennie was still sitting on the side, holding her head and watching quietly.

"Unnie, aren't you going to practice?" Chaeyoung asked Jennie, since I didn't have the courage to speak to her. We hadn't really talked when it was just the four of us.

Jennie nodded, though it was obvious she was exhausted. We'd been dancing nonstop for two hours, so I understood why she felt that way.

"Give me 10 minutes," she said, taking a sip of water from her bottle.

I didn't look at her but focused on teaching Jisoo and Chaeyoung. Step by step, count by count, and soon there was progress—little by little, but the moves were becoming more precise.

Jisoo even commented that I was a better dance teacher than our choreographer, and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Lisa... If it's okay, could you teach me too?" Jennie asked this time.

Jisoo and Chaeyoung suddenly said they were heading to the restroom, probably giving Jennie and me some space to talk—or maybe just privacy, even though we'd be practicing.

"Of course, unnie."

Jennie picked it up quickly. With just a few adjustments, less than ten minutes passed and her moves were clean. We both sat on the wooden floor, feeling the sweat drip down from my forehead. Ten minutes passed, and the two of them still hadn't returned from the restroom.

The only sound in the room was our heavy breathing, and the silence seemed to fill every corner.

How did we end up like this? Jennie and I haven't had a serious fight in years. But now, it's been three weeks without speaking to each other. We exchange fake smiles when someone else is around, and when we're at the dorm, it feels like we're strangers.

Even Jennie and Chaeyoung are talking to each other, like nothing's wrong. But with me? She's distant. And I feel the same.

"I'm sorry." Jennie's words broke the heavy silence, a silence that felt like it was suffocating me.

Her apology made me look at her. Only now did I realize she had been looking at me, probably for longer than I'd noticed.

"I'm sorry for everything I said," she continued, her voice breaking. It made my chest tighten. She was so sincere, and I could hear the raw emotion in her voice. "I was just... shocked and confused, and I didn't know how to feel in that moment. Trust me, I didn't mean any of it, Lalisa."