MRS. POTATO HEAD

even

and a hundred thousand dollars
for some compliments

;

jisoo coughed as the make up artist applied layers and layers of foundation in her face.

she overheard the manager talking to yg a while ago, the ceo telling the manager to put a lot of make up into her face so she could look presentable because apparently, she still looks ugly.

"there, you look presentable." the make up stylist looked pleased with herself. "hopefully, the people will finally love you like they love the other three."

"you know what? fuck you." jisoo snapped at her and stood up. she then grabbed the make up she could get from the table and threw them to the floor. "have fun cleaning that."

this morning, she read more and more comments about her and they were all worse than before. telling her to die because she's ruining the group was the worst.

"babe, you okay?" jennie asked her. she didn't notice she was just staring in an empty space until she spoke. "you look bothered."

"me?" jisoo asked. "no, i'm okay. great, actually. just nervous about the performance and all." great, another lie, jisoo.

"you'll do great, love. i'm sure."

hopefully, she will.