The Internship

Chapter Twelve

Arriving in Los Angeles, California, everyone had a busy schedule to complete. The boys had a concert, while also having a photoshoot, and two fan meetings. This was also tiring for Jisu, since they had the intern running back and forth.

"Jisu, I need the makeup stylist to come here and start setting up for the photoshoot, can you please go back and inform her."

Jisu internally sighed, forcing a smile towards their manager.

"Of course sir, I'll be back in a few."

Jisu stood up and started walking all the way back to the hotel across the street from their outdoor setup.

'This is just ridiculous. Why not text or call the stylist instead of making me walk everywhere. I could be doing other jobs.'

Jisu walked into the hotel, heading straight for the elevator. The doors opened when she pressed the button, walking in and pressing the '3' button, heading up.

'I swear to god, if she already headed to the setup, I will be pissed.'

Waiting a little more, the elevator finally came to a stop, and opened up to the third floor. Hotel rooms lined up in number sequence.

'I await the moment I actually get to relax in our room. Rather than just run around for this company.'

Distracted by her thoughts, Jisu bumped into another person accidentally. This person being the stylist.

"Sorry I- Oh, you're our makeup stylist. I came to tell you that you're needed in the outdoor setup."

The lady smiled, nodding.

"Thanks, I was just heading over there. I guess we can walk back together."

Jisu forced yet another smile. She never liked this woman, only because she was stuck up and thought she was all that. She didn't even bother to remember her name.

"Yeah I guess we can."

They walked over to the elevators in somewhat awkward silence. Jisu hit the down button quickly, wanting to just leave from her presence already.

"So how's the intern job been going for you?"

Jisu wanted to ignore her, but sighed a little to herself.

"Awesome. It's pretty cool to have the job that I do."

The stylist nodded, looking away. The elevator doors opened, letting them walk in. The chick pressed the '1' button, clearing her throat. Boy was it stuffy and awkward in there.

'What do I say? We obviously don't really like each other. Of course though, she's a fake.'

Before Jisu could speak, the stylist already opened her mouth, letting a conversation start.

"Aren't those boys handsome?"

Jisu caught her breath, turning forwards the woman.

"Excuse me?"

The woman nodded, smiling and speaking.

"They are just so handsome and sexy. Especially Jhope, he interest me. Oh and Jimin! His abs, they're like chocolate. And Jin, such a wonderful visual. Suga, he is so fine and his swagger is on point. Rap Monster? Let's not get started on his smooth sexy voice. Taehyung as well, his voice is so deep and low. And Jungkook, I can't wait till he's legal, if you know what I mean."

She laughed while finishing her sentence, throwing her hair over her shoulder.

"Yes, they are very handsome indeed. But, they don't have time for girls and stuff."