"You know, that blonde girl with bangs?"
The royal maknae of the monster rookie group, BLACKPINK, has the longest crush on the golden maknae of BTS. Yes, Lisa's bias is no other than Jeon Jungkook.
But Jungkook? Oh, he despises hearing her name.
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- J E O N - f i r s t p e r s o n .
"So . . . you mean . . . Papa YG might or might have not found out about you being here?" Lisa arched an eyebrow, a bit suspicious of me.
Okay, I know what she's thinking, why would she need to worry if ever YG ever found about about my stay with her?
Well you know, doll. I may or may have not had a deal with him. This ain't good.
I nodded, obviously frustrated about the situation. I was over-the-top worried if ever YG ever find out, what would I do? What would he do?
"Yeah . . . I should be worried about that?" Lisa sarcastically chuckled. "Look, Jeon," she clasped her hands together, and I have never my knees tremble over her calling me by my last name. "Sajangnim is okay with our friendship."
Yeah, he's totally okay with our friendship. But you see, I asked for a relationship. Whoops.
"I guess it'd be okay for him if we're here as friends," she explained, shrugging. "I'm not worried about what Papa YG would tell me about this - I mean, I know he understands."
Uh-huh . . .
She sighed, as she continued to walk. We're here walking to where Lisa's (biological) dad lives. Okay, I tried to convince her to not go, cause hello? She was in danger earlier.
However, I totally forgot that she's the Lalisa Manoban - and Lalisa doesn't back our from a fight. She's totally good with words, so I hardly could defend myself, and ended up tasting defeat (not that I mind, anyway).
I turned my head here and there, just to make sure that no one's following us. I made sure that this time, she can't be that recognised. I glanced at her, staring at her as she looked ahead.
Boy, aren't I whipped?
"Can you please stay with me, Pranpriya?" I asked her, all seriousness etched across my visage.
We didn't halt walking, and she simply looked at me, her forehead creasing. "Why are you suddenly talking like that?" she asked me.
"Can you do that for me? Just stay?"
She looked reluctant to answer, and I saw how she got flustered, quickly darting her eyes elsewhere. She then forced a cough, clearing her throat after. "Don't be like that, I feel like you're--"
"You've been watching too many dramas," I rolled my eyes, "this is not one of those farewell or double meaning questions before I magically disappear or avoid you again. I'm just asking you. Don't put anymore hue to it, geez."
She pursed her lips, looking at me, a bit embarrassed. "W-well," she rubbed her nape, "you sounded like that, so I g-got kinda worried . . ."
"Worried, huh?" I casually asked, biting my bottom lip to refrain myself from smiling.
