JenLisa AU
Lalisa Manoban never followed anyone else's lead. She didn't have to. Confidence came naturally, and intimidation followed close behind. But Jennie Kim was different. As school president, she held power without flaunting it, and for the f...
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"Ugh! It hurts! I can barely walk! That president hits like a freight train," Lisa groaned from the clinic bed, her irritation loud enough to echo across the room.
Earlier, Jennie had left her kneeling in the hallway like nothing happened, not even bothering to check on her.
The Triads had rushed in to help, carrying the Queen to the clinic and getting her settled.
RM shooed the other boys away, insisting on staying with Lisa alone. "You need rest. The others wait outside."
He helped her onto the bed, adjusting her position carefully.
As he turned to leave, Lisa called sharply, "RM."
"Yes, Queen?" he replied, bracing himself. He already had a sense of what was coming.
Lisa's glare was sharp even from the bed. "Keep an eye on that president. Don't let her out of your sight. I swear... if she slips by, there won't be a tomorrow for her."
RM nodded, calm but serious. "Understood, Queen. I'll keep track of her. Should I leave now?"
"Go." The Queen only said and he exited the room.
It never crossed my mind that the Queen would be the one left kneeling today, RM thought as he stepped out of the clinic.
That president isn't afraid of her—not even a little.
And it finally made sense. Jennie hadn't ignored Lisa's violations because she was weak or careless. She'd tolerated them because of who Lisa was—the owner's daughter, untouchable by status alone. And now? She'd clearly reached her limit.
RM let out a quiet, humorless chuckle. Interesting. Maybe the one capable of making the Queen kneel was born long before today.
He headed toward the school gates. The guards immediately stepped aside at his presence—Lisa's orders were absolute. When the Queen spoke, compliance followed.
After all, the school belonged to her. Her father had handed it to her without hesitation, convinced she could handle it—even at her age. And while Lisa avoided the administrative work whenever possible, RM knew the truth: with him around, the school practically ran itself.
Outside, RM found the Triads waiting.
He straightened, his tone shifting to command mode.
"Let's move," RM said firmly. "The Queen's resting. She's sitting this one out."
The group went quiet.
"We handle this ourselves today," he continued. "No mistakes. No chaos. We finish the problem and report back."
