Dispatch || Han Jisung

-12-

We walk in JYP's office and sit down opposite of him. We both sense we're as nervous as the other and wait for the boss to start talking.

It's not that we're scared of him, it's just that it's not regular to come to his office. And we've been here twice this month already.

JYP sits in his chair and types something on his computer. It's dead silent in the room and I notice Jisung's anxiety raising in him. I look down at his legs and they're shaking. I reach my hand to his leg and rest my hand on top of it, him calming down immediately.

The elder seated opposite of us turns away from his screen and looks at us with no emotions whatoever. He sighs and turns his computer to us, so we can see the screen.

The computer shows all the Dispatch articles about the two of us, lined up. I recognize every single one of them, and so does Jisung.

"I think you've seen all of these," he starts and we both nod our heads. "Good. I got a meeting with some workers at Dispatch and we came to a suggestion to put you two in a fake relationship."

And at that point, I stopped breathing.

JYP kept on talking but I didn't hear a single thing. My heart pounding in my chest is the only thing I heard.

This is one of my biggest fears. To be forced in a relationship which I don't have any control of. And funny enough, this is not the first time this happened to me.

~Flashback~

"Nyla!" my mom calls out to me from downstairs. I'm making my math homework and am already stuck on it, so I might as well just postpone it even more.

"Coming!" I yell back while standing up from my chair and walk down the stairs.

Once walking into the living room, I see three people I have never seen before and my parents. I look between the strangers and my parents with a confused look plastered on my face.

My mom walks to my side and swings an arm around my shoulder. "My dear, I want you to meet Mr and Mrs Sinclair and their son." Mr. Sinclair shakes my hand and his wife follows close behind. Their son just looks at the ground, sad and angry.

"A pleasure to meet you," I say politely. "What is it that brings you here?" The man and woman look at each other and back at me. My dad clears his throat and I look at him.

"My daughter, meet your future husband and parents in-law." I look between all the people present in the room and scoff. "That's not going to happen. You're just giving me away like that?" I yell at my parents and my mom sighs.

"It's what's best for you and the company," my dad explains and I shake my head to the sides. "No, that's where you're wrong. It's what's best for the company only. You don't ever think of what I want! I just want a life I chose myself! Is that too much to ask for?"

My dad rolls his eyes at me. "Come on, your dream is to be a K-pop artist and we all know you are not able to do that. You have to stay in New York and study business school to take over the company, no negotiation."

I feel the anger burning inside of me. "I'm 13 for god's sake, you can't already marry me off to some random guy!" I look at my 'future husband and parents in-law' and smile, a smile that's not real.

"I'm sorry, but this isn't going to happen. This is nothing against you, I'm sure you're all great human beings. If you just excuse me, I'm going back to my room. And nothing of this is going to happen."

I run back to my bedroom and lock the door. My legs can't hold me up anymore and I let myself sink to the floor. The tears are running down my cheeks. My heart beats hard into my chest, which I can't control.

I'm going to prove my parents wrong. I'm going to move to Korea and escape this prison. I'm going to do what I want and nobody is stopping me.

~End of flashback~

"Nabi?"

I get out of my trance and see Jisung and JYP look at me. I look down at my hands and see them shaking. "Are you okay?"

"I need some air." I get up from my seat and walk out the office, not looking once at the two guys, heading to the rooftop.