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~ in which lisa injures herself during dance practice.~ 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩: romantic 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: lisa x fem!reader 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1604 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝? ✔
─────── ~ ʚĭɞ ~ ───────
You find yourself arriving at one of the practice rooms of the YG building with a heavy bag of food and refreshments in hand for your girlfriend and the other dancers alongside her, hoping to catch Lisa during her break time from practicing for her most challenging LiLiFilm choreography. She had been working extremely hard lately to the point of staying late past late at the company, and you were worried about her overworking herself, especially since she mentioned wanting to perfect everything.
When arriving to the practice room, you manage to peek through the sliver of window on the door to notice the dancers practicing, including Lisa at the front. But once you notice them stopping, that's your cue to come in.
Almost all the YGX dancers basically knew you from your frequent visits to Lisa's dance practices either individually or with her group members, so you could say you were quite well-known around. And it doesn't help how Lisa used to show you off at the beginning of your relationship with her. So the moment you opened the door to walk in, you find yourself bombarded with relieving faces of the other dancers noticing what you were holding.
"Lisa-yah! Your girlfriend is here!"
"And she brought food for everyone!"
You feel your face brighten up from the warm welcomes as you place the bag of food on the floor, the other dancers coming around to see what was inside curiously. Then as you let your eyes focus to where Lisa is, a frown crosses your face from seeing her hunched over attempting to catch her own breaths. It almost seemed like everyone here had been practicing nonstop.
Approaching her, you quietly call out, "Lisa, baby, are you okay?"
Her head perks up as she sees you walking up to her. She exhales out a breath.
"Yeah, I am. Just... a little bit exhausted."
You give her a reassuring smile, placing a hand on her back and rubbing gently. "Well, come on. I brought some food for everyone here. You deserve to have a break, okay?"
She seems to think about it for a moment, before reaching down to lace her hand with yours gratefully. The two of you walk over to where the other dancers are, seeing that they had begun to chow down on the homemade gimbap and were chatting amongst one another. Lisa sits herself down on the floor as you open up a bento box you had prepared just for her, and her eyes light up the sight of the contents inside shaped into a heart.
"You are so sappy," Lisa comments cheesily, taking ahold of a piece of gimbap with her chopsticks. "and I love it."
You watch her eat as if she hasn't eaten in hours, a bittersweet grin to your face from knowing how hard she has been working lately. Sometimes you have to the urge to just request for her to take more off-days, but you didn't want to interfere with the company being on your tail again since she didn't have much of a choice. It was already quite a hassle for her relationship with you to be out to the public.
