SBS Gayo Dajeun studio

/a few days later/

Lisa made her way to the front desk of the studio, slapping herself internally for forgetting the pass manager Yoora gave her yesterday. She'd told Lisa specifically to bring it, but guess what? She forgot.

Tapping on the counter slightly, Lisa excused herself to grab the receptionist's attention. The lady at the desk, most likely in her twenties, jet black hair following down her shoulders, necklaces dangling down her neck, looked up from her phone. She was, in short, beautiful.

Lisa snapped back to reality, blinking rapidly.

'Hello? What do you want?' the lady said, her fingers snapping.

'Sorry, I just came to ask where, uh, Studio 7 is?'

Please don't ask for a pass, please don't ask for a pass, please don't ask for a-

'Pass?' she requested. Damn it. Lisa gave her a pleading look, trying her best to convince the lady to let her in.

'I'm sorry but I forg-'

The woman at the desk gave Lisa a blank look, interrupting her.

'Sorry, girl, but the rule is NO PASS, NO ENTRANCE.' She shoved the cardstock that was displayed on the counter in front of Lisa's face.

'But my name's on the list! I have to rehearse for the show this weekend!' Lisa argued, exasperated. She was desperate and there was no way she could face the look of disappointment on her manager's face if she learned Lisa had defied her requests once again.

First, the articles, now this?

She shook her head, clearing her mind of the thoughts of her manager's reaction, returned to the situation at hand, and started to plead.

'Please, I can't miss this, my manager-'

'Pshh, manager? Who do you think you are? Some celebrity?' the lady scoffed, and Lisa's eyebrow rose at the rude words. 'Lying, especially straight to one's face, isn't good, sweetie.' She looked at Lisa condescendingly, dripping in distaste.

I didn't know I was that unrecognisable without makeup.

'Well, actually I-'

The lady cut Lisa off. 'Not another lie out of you mouth, little girl.

Little girl? This bi-

Lisa breathed in and out once, struggling to calm her now enraged  mind.

'Can I please just go in? I'm not some crazy fan, I swear. I have to go rehearse, SBS told me to come-'

She laughed in Lisa's face. 'You think I believe a girl like you could be called in to perform onstage? Do I look that stupid?'

Lisa exhaled, thinking of a different solution. There was no way she would be able to get in by just pleading, not with an unreasonable person in charge. Looking back one more time, she was determined to get in.

Then something strange happened.

In the blink of an eye, the condescending face on the woman's face that Lisa had witnessed was replaced with a charming one, with a smile as bright as the sun.

Lisa turned around.

And as fake has her personality..

She understood immediately. Because there, directly behind her back, stood the devil himself.

Park Jimin.

'Do you know where Studio 7 is?' Satan asked.

No way.

Lisa, quickly turning back and putting her hood up, watched as the receptionist, who had previously yelled at her, lean forward and twirl her hair.

'Do you have a pass?' she said, her voice an octave higher than it had been five minutes ago.

'No,' Jimin replied. Lisa raised her eyebrows, but kept her face hidden behind the hood of her top, not wanting another scene. 'But surely, you know me? I'm-'

'Oh, I know who you are,' the receptionist interrupted. 'The studio's right around the corner, feel free to call me anytime, if you need any help..'

Her voice fades, in a seductive matter, as she started to slide a piece of paper across the counter. Lisa vomited in her mouth, unable to bear the scene, then realised the double standard she was being subjected to.

'BUT THAT'S NOT FAIR!' she bursted, before she could stop herself. Lisa's hand flew to her mouth, but it was too late.

Jimin paused and turned her way, a clearly annoyed look on his face. He hadn't seen her face yet and she intended to keep it that way, still keeping her hood on. The receptionist glared at Lisa for interrupting her conversation with him.

Lisa met her eyes, boldly challenging her. 'Why can he go in and I can't? He doesn't have a pass either!'

'That's because he's Jimin, from BTS. Everybody knows him.'

Lisa slammed her fist on the counter making the receptionist jump in surprise. She was far too furious to continue hiding her identity.

Jimin whistled beside her. 'Someone's got a lot of rage in their tiny body.'

Lisa froze. And then slowly, she turned, a stare, promising death, on her face.

As her hood fell down the back of her head, she watched as recognition dawned on Jimin's face. Then a smirk found its way onto his face.

'Shut your stupid mouth,' Lisa gritted, infuriated.

'Why, hello there,'Jimin cocked his head.

Lisa snorted and in the corner of her eyes saw the receptionist glaring at her.

'I'm sorry, we don't usually have crazy fans-'

Jimin raised his hand, his palm signaling for her to shut up, making her look down in embarrassment. Had he not been here, Lisa would have laughed. But he was here. So she'd simply taken a long look at the man standing in front of her before moving around him towards the door.

Lisa had had enough of him to last the rest of her life. Her manager would NOT be happy if she ever found out Lisa had spoken with Jimin public, AGAIN. He'd caused enough trouble for her.

However, just as her shoulders brushed past his on her way out, she felt her body being snatched back by a powerful grip.

'Where do you think you're going, babe?'

The receptionist gasped, but neither of them paid her any attention. Lisa narrowed her eyes, before ripping her arm out of his grasp. An amused smile that infuriated Lisa appeared on his face.

How dare he-

'But firstly, what are you doing here?' He interrupted her thoughts.

Lisa felt the gaze of the receptionist watching the scene like a tennis match.

She scoffed at his pretense of any care towards her.

'Me?' She points to herself, an eyebrow raised. 'What the hell are YOU doing here?'

'Special performance for the Gayo Dajeun, this weekend. Jealous? I bet rookies like you weren't even invited.'

Lisa cackled.

'Too bad, pretty boy, that's exactly why I'm here,' said Lisa, smugly.

His grin faltered, a look of confusion clouding his face.

'Too bad, you can't go in now, can you?' Jimin said, his smirk reappearing. Lisa's eyebrow furrowed. 'Without a pass?'

The reality of the situation hit Lisa like a truck. There were two ways things could go down. One, she could go back and face her angry manager, without having gone to do what she was supposed to. Or, she could convince Jimin to bring her in with him.

Lisa winced at the thought of owing him a favour.

It isn't the time for your pride, Lisa.

A battle rages inside her head, and Lisa closed her eyes, feeling a headache start to form. She'd come to a decision, but it was not one she liked.

Lisa took a deep breath. 'Can I come with you?' It came out as a breathy whisper, a faint sound that Lisa had managed out.

Jimin leaned forward, closer than she liked, his hand cupped around his ear.

'Sorry? Didn't catch that,' he smirked. Lisa wanted to strangle him but if she did she would be stuck out.

'Can I go with you?' she forced out, louder than it had been the first time.

'Now was that so hard?'

He turned to the receptionist, who was staring at the both of them, eyes wide, disbelief obvious. It seemed like she couldn't accept the fact that Lisa actually knew him.

'She's with me,' Jimin carelessly said, before striding the direction that she knew was the way.

When the last of his footsteps faded, Lisa smirked at the receptionist. A snide look returned to her face.

'Who are you? How do you know Jimin?' she snarled.

'Oh, hi, I didn't see you there,' Lisa mocked. 'My name's Lisa and I'm from Blackpink. And you are?

She said this all brightly, feigning interest.

The woman at the desk turned red. 'Yo-, you're Li-, LISA? Uh- I'm- I'm-'

'Just kidding,' Lisa's shoulders went up and an unnatural smile on her face. In a cheery voice, she said, 'I don't care.'

Her grin dropped, Lisa turned around and skipped towards her designated studio, leaving the lady at the desk staring dumbfounded at her.

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