DI LIÙ ZHĀNG
CHAPTER SIX ; PRE-DEBUT ♬ | we're not all galaxies; some of us are supernovas.
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Aeseul, Hina, Jisoo, Saetbyeol and Yoojin strolled in-line through the corridors of the YG building, glancing at the framed pictures on the wall as they passed them. Monochrome photos of 2NE1 during their last concert in Seoul, fierce, glittering with the type of confidence only God gives. The yellow ocean of VIPs, waving their lightsticks frantically. Pictures of BLACKPINK during their first debut stage, fresh smiles and perfectly winged eyeliner.
Jealousy encased their thoughts, until the empty space on the wall beside the door scared those thoughts away. Written in black Sharpie, in English, was the word, "INFERIOR". Their photo was yet to be hung there.
Nobody said anything, but the five of them walked into the meeting room with proud faces.
Sitting in the middle of the marble table was Xin, poking his own cheeks, his glasses resting on his head, clearly bored out of his mind. He noticed the girls enter, and almost had a seizure.
"YOU STOLE MY CAR!" he screamed, eyes wide, debating with himself whether to get up off his spinny chair or not. He just sat there, looking like a mad six-year-old, pushing his glasses back on his face.
"Calm down, Mister, we just went shopping. We left your keys at the desk," Yoojin explained, taking a seat at the head of the table and sighing.
"You didn't even ask for those keys," he continued, ignoring anyone who gave him death-stares.
"You wouldn't have given them to us even if we asked," said Hina. "No printer, just fax."
"What the fuck does that mean?" he asked, receiving no answers as the girls sat down and waited.
"It means you're getting mad over nothing," Jisoo said frostily. "Chill yourself, Danny DeVito."
Saetbyeol and Aeseul stifled laughs, as Xin ascended into levels of madness that could potentially be compared to a nuclear war inside his head. He just whispered, in a very high-pitched voice, "I am three centimetres smaller than you, Jisoo. That's basically nothing."
"You're the same height as Hina," she added, gesturing at the pink-haired girl trying to eat a California roll in peace.
"Hi," Hina said awkwardly, waving and hiding her California roll under the table.
"When's the CEO getting here?" Aeseul asked impatiently, playing with her hair, tapping her fingers, doing anything to pass the time.
Xin, still in a strop, stayed silent.
Saetbyeol then piped up from her quietude. "We're having the music director speak to us, she's called Miss Ji. She's got all the plans and demo tracks in her files, she's gonna show us them soon. At least, that's what Lalisa said."
"You know Lalisa?" Xin started listening again, forgetting his previous freakout. Inferior's manager tried to hide his inner fanboy by concentrating on the ceiling.
"What do you think? We all trained alongside BLACKPINK," she explained.
Jisoo's ears pricked. "So Lalisa's not the only debuted celebrity you're close with..." she murmured.
Aeseul and Yoojin sat there cluelessly, as if nothing was wrong.
"Who's the other celebrity?" Aeseul asked innocently.
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❛INFERIOR | APPLYFIC❜
Fanfic❯ originality, that's what we want. so what are we going to do? make an exact copy of big bang. but here's the catch; they're gonna be female. © zendayascoleman edit ; yes i know this isn't realistic, but it's fiction, it doesn't have to map to real...
