A Popstar's Bodyguard (Jenlisa)

Chapter 4

We're in the second week of the third month and I am over the groupies, the partying, and the excessive drinking. We've been to about five different states but I've only been focused on Jennie and haven't really enjoyed any of it.

It has taken me awhile to get comfortable watching Jennie consume liquor. She can almost drink her weight in it. A handful of times I've had to carry her to her room. I am grateful to not have to take her to the hospital to have her stomach pumped any of those times. I am also grateful she does not do any drugs. I don't know if I would be able to sit idly by. I am certain the drinking increased after she found out about her mom.

Min-Suk hasn't led anything on about the affair but I know he knows. Jennie eventually told her dad and the drinking got worse. I start asking BamBam to take over more of my shifts when it came to watching over Jennie after shows, when we were in hotels, or when she went out. I know it has bothered her but she hasn't been vocal about it.

I have three more months to go and then this will all be over. I'll be back home looking for another job far away from the pop diva. My heart contracts at the thought of her alone in bed crying at night.

When it gets really bad BamBam calls me over the phone until I give in and I knock to let her know once I am outside her door. She never opens the door so I usually dismiss BamBam and stand there. The crying stops and after fifteen minutes I open the door to see her sleeping.

It has become a routine when she decides not to sleep with a girl that night, something that is becoming more frequent. Thank goodness none of the boys have asked any questions and Min-Suk doesn't seem to know about it. I would not be able to explain any of it.

So here I am standing near the entrance of her hotel room watching as she drinks her fifth cranberry and Vodka, acting like I don't want to be anywhere else.

Tonight, she is looking to get laid. I've been getting better at detecting her moods. She has some plastic blonde next to her, whispering in her ear and other girls surrounding her. They're all groupies, some that I have seen before and others that are just tagging along for the night.

All of her dancers are also in the room dancing to music or just entertaining her. Jisoo, her favorite dancer and probably her closest friend is in the corner reading a book. The same girl who stood outside her dressing room the night she wouldn't come out. She is the only one who has the guts to talk back to Jennie when she has an attitude and seems to keep her grounded.

I think I overheard that they have been friends for years but I can't be sure and I don't bother to ask. Jisoo is my favorite so far. She never gives me any trouble and tries to be the voice of reason when some idiot yells out something stupid they should all do.

Jisoo is Korean. Her skin is slightly tanned and she makes you feel dazzled just by being near her. She has full heart-shaped lips and a quirky smile. Her straight hair is dyed a purplish red and it's usually up in a ponytail, like it is at the moment. Her eyes are dark but friendly. I've only had a couple of conversations with her in the last couple of months but that is all I need to know she can be trusted. She looks up and catches my eye. I look away hoping she doesn't catch my blush. I probably shouldn't be staring.

One of the groupies decides to make her way toward me. She doesn't seem that drunk but she does stumble when she is a few feet away. I grab her arm to steady her.

"You okay?" I want to tell her to go home, drink some water and take some Ibuprofen so she doesn't wake up hungover. I can't imagine being so reckless at her age. My father would have grounded my indefinitely.