𝙈𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙀𝙇, 𝙈𝙔 𝙎𝙐𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙏𝘼𝙍 (Eng.Ver) | CHAELISA

셋: Contract.

"It's an amazing idea!" The other man starts, clearing his throat to gain attention. "Think about it: Lisa , the bad girl who's a reckless teenager," the actress nearly chokes at the unexpected mention of her previous scandal, and she's about to turn eighteen so she's not a reckless teenager for fucks sake "and the nation's little sister, Rosé, dating! The fans would go crazy and those who aren't would want to become one in the blink of an eye."

Lisa is speechless, to say the least. She's about to get up and leave the room in a classic reckless teenager style when the girl sitting beside her slams her hands against the white table, making Lisa freeze in place and focus completely on what she had to say.

"You want me to pretend i'm dating someone I barely know for money and publicity?"

The girl sounds angry — no, she sounds absolutely pissed, like she had been holding everything in for a long time and it makes Lisa wonder if the singer had a day as bad as hers. Maybe even worse, because the actress swore she could see some tears starting to form at the brink of the girl's eyes and god help me, i'm not emotionally and physically ready to see an angel cry in front of me.

The room was dead silent and the girl took that as a chance to go on. "Yeah, whatever. Let's sign these papers. It's not like I was about to ask someone I really like to be my girlfriend, anyways."

Yeah, Roseanne Park was definitely having it worse than Lisa Manoban. I told you so, her mother's voice screams at the back of her head and Lisa can only sigh.

"I'm sorry, Rosé—"

"Don't start," the singer cuts the man's words with a surprisingly low and stern tone and Lisa wonders how much power Rosé holds inside of her agency. "Let's just sign the papers and end this stupid reunion already, i'm exhausted."

The awkward silence falls over the room again and the two old men extend the papers towards the two girls hesitantly, almost as if they were afraid they would create a scene and rip the contracts apart.

Well, after seeing how hurt the other girl was about this whole thing, Lisa kind of considers the option. The only thing holding her back is the fear of being called a "reckless teenager" one more time by that weird men wearing a suit too tight for his body sitting on the other side of the table, awkwardly tapping his fingers against the thick glass. Ridiculous, Lisa thinks as she scoffs and finally proceeds to read the contract placed in front of her.

• The stars have to meet at least once a week for the first six months.

Six months. Lisa massages her forehead with her fingertips.

• The stars have to post at least three pictures with each other in every social media for the first month.

Three pictures in a month? Wow, they really want us to look like a cheesy couple who can't stay away from each other for a second.

• An article will be published after a picture of the stars kissing in a park at night is released by Dispatch.

A what? A kissing picture?! We have to kiss for a camera and act like our entire lives aren't about to change after that?

Bullshit.

Lisa groans and glances at the girl sitting beside her, looking as cold as a freezer as she signs every page, making the actress wonder if she had even read the rules before doing so. She seems to have accepted her awful fate pretty fast, Lisa thinks before she continues the painful reading of the stupid words written on that piece paper and what in the world do they mean by making lots of fan service? Are they in some idol group now? Did she ignore that part of the paper?

Yeah, her day couldn't get any worse.