The Bodyguard ? Blackpink

     The fist pounds on the door again.

     "I know you're awake in there Y/N. I heard you!" Alina calls. Your hand hovers above the door handle as you take a deep breath. Initially, you were hoping that if you just stayed quiet, she would go away. But she's not going to. And it's about time now that you finally stand up for yourself.

     You unlock the door and open it roughly halfway.

     Alina doesn't look too good. Her straightened hair is now dishevelled and messy. She wears grey sweatpants and a baggy metal-band shirt that reminds you of the days in which you shared sleepovers. Her slides don't even match, one has the iconic three stripes of Adidas while the other is pink and fluffy.

     Alina speaks up before you even have the chance. "We need to talk."

     You narrow your eyes at her. "You know, it's quite rude to bang on someone's door this late at night. Especially at a frickin' hotel. I was trying to sleep."

     "Please, we both know you've always had trouble with sleeping." She rolls her eyes like it's common knowledge.

     "I don't need to deal with your attitude right now. Whatever the hell you have to talk about, do it another time. This is inappropriate.' You pull back to begin shutting the door. 'Goodnight."

     "Wait!" Alina slides her leg in, she lodges her body as well.

     "What the hell—"

     "Please! Look, I just need to talk to you. Just for a bit." She begs with her pleading eyes. After a moment, you sigh, then slightly loosen the pressure on the door.

     "Talk then."

     "You want to do this where everyone can hear us?"

     There isn't much choice other than to let her in. You open the door wider and step back for Alina to walk inside. As she walks by, the faint smell of alcohol reaches your senses. You scrunch your nose a bit. This will be harder than expected.

     Shutting the door behind Alina, you quickly shuffle to stand in front of her again so that she cannot go further. Behind your left is a closed door that leads to the bathroom where a certain frightened girl hides.

     Alina studies you with her gaze. "Can we sit down?" She asks. You shake your head.

     "I don't have the energy for a heartfelt conversation. Just tell me what you need to say."

     "Look I know that I haven't been a great person in the past but—" you interrupt her with a scoff.

     "Try the worst kind of person and you'll be on your way."

     Alina's jaw visibly stiffens. You're expecting another witty comeback from her end, but her posture sinks as she looks down at the floor. Her voice becomes small and wavers. "I know that I have no right to ask about this... but are you and Sam really dating?" Maybe you should feel bad about this, but years of pent up anger, frustration, and sadness have burned out all the love there ever existed.

     "Why do you care?" Is your firm and prompt answer.

     "Why? Because you were the love of my life! That's why!"

      "I'm just having a hard time comprehending this because uh, correct me if I'm wrong, don't you have a husband? You should be worrying about him. Not sticking your nose into the business of others."

      "Y/N I just need to know! You're avoiding the question and that makes this even more suspicious."

     "Whether I'm with someone else or not is none of your business anymore. Leave!" Your tone leaves a prolonged silence in the room. Alina takes a few breaths to calm the situation.