You are on the set of the Whistle music video at the moment. Wandering into the dressing room, you could see three of the four girls excited to finally wrap up the shoot with their final combined scenes — just three. Jisoo, on the other hand, seemed a little nervous. You started working at YG Entertainment a year or so before Blackpink's debut. Because of your quick advancement and ability to think quickly on your feet in times of trouble, Yang made you one of their managers. Also mentioning something along the lines of "the girls should have at least one female manager" — but whatever floats his boat.
You bonded with them quickly since you aren't too much older than them; Jisoo especially, since the unofficial leader could let down her tough defences when she's around you. Despite the dating ban being in place, neither of you could deny the feelings you grew for each other over time. Jisoo is stubborn enough to not act on it too much for the time being. She'll wait for the right time.
"Jisoo-ya." This is the third time you've called out to her, and still, nothing. While the other girls are still getting their hair and makeup done, the seemingly nervous Jisoo sits idly on her own, tapping mindlessly on the armrests of her chair while staring off into space. Who knows what could possibly be going on in that 4D mind of hers right now. "Ya, Kim Jisoo!"
Her head snaps up in the direction your voice was coming from, finally realising someone had been calling out to her. The eyebrows that were once knitted together in concentration now rise up out of awareness. "Oh! Sorry, Y/N/N."
You pull up a chair and settle it down beside her. "What's on your mind, beautiful?" You can see her cheeks redden at the slip in compliment. Your hand comes up and tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she leans into your hand.
"It's nothing. I'm just looking forward to the shoot to be over so we can all get some good rest before the schedule becomes crazy."
"Really?" She gives you a jagged nod. Pretty unconvincing if you ask me. "You've been having so much fun shooting the video lately and all of a sudden you want it to end?" There is a silence between the two of you. The longer she seems to stare into your eyes, the more she realises she can't keep her 'shame' a secret anymore. Not just because it's you but because of the look you have in your eyes; that look of determination to get information out of her.
"Okay, fine. I... I don't know how to ride a bike." Your eyes widen a little. You're a little surprised, she can see that. She diverts her eyes away, obviously embarrassed at the fact that she's the oldest in the group and yet the only one that's unable to ride a bike.
"Jisoo—"
"You don't know how to ride a bike, unnie?" Unbeknownst to you both, Lisa had started listening in on your conversation the moment you sat down between them.
"Lalisa—"
"Don't worry, unnie! You can stand on the back of my bike!" Lisa turns her body completely to face the two of you, resting her head adorably on your shoulder as she smiles brightly at Jisoo. Your free hand comes up to pat Lisa as if she were an adorable little puppy that was clutching herself around you. Jisoo thanks Lisa, the relief somewhat washing off of her face.
"I'm just really... I'm the only one that can't ride a bike. All three of you can. I'm em—"
"There's nothing to be embarrassed about, unnie!" Both Jennie and Chaeyoung spill out at the same time. By now, the girls have all gotten their hair and makeup done and are just getting their outfits double checked before the recording starts. The three of them are comforting Jisoo, and soon enough, the four of them are synced together with their infectious, bubbly attitude. Making your way out, you let the crew know that there will have to be a change of plans before the shoot.
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FanfictionA book filled with one-shots based around our babies and our go-to gal, Y/N. From sappy fluff to the occasional heart-jerkers, give this book a browse through for all the inspired ideas I didn't think I could turn into books! If you'd like to submit...