behind the stars // chaelisa + hints of jensoo

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"You tell this hotel to look alive," the remark comes out with a yawn, mumbled words sounding more like a child complaining than a grown woman caught napping at work. Jennie cracks her neck and fingers, sending a chill down Lisa's spine, before she finally settles her chin on her closed fist, looking bored at her boss, "I haven't seen a soul in four hours, I can only play so many games on my phone."

"We are heading into the off-season, so you better get used to it," Lisa answers readily as she sorts through the packages - the new books for the reading nook had arrived and she has half a mind to leave it for Jennie to read. After people coming in and out all day for a solid seven months, it can be hard to adjust to the lull that mid-November brings. "Have you talked to the staff about their vacations?"

"Yeah, I have the list of people going out and the new schedule somewhere. I'll look for it when I'm awake. What you got there?" Jennie must have been really bored if she actually managed to get the paperwork ready without Lisa nagging about it.

"The books I ordered, this week's magazines, the new pressure cooker Joy asked for," Lisa points at each item as she lists them, knowing Jennie stopped listening to her once she got her hands in the magazines. She should drop by the kitchen to hand Joy her new toy and get dinner, but something catches her attention - there, hidden under the magazines Jennie was flipping through now, Lisa found an envelope with a law firm name printed neatly under her name.

She fishes it out, vaguely registering the fancy sounding last names that make up the firm and where it had come from, and rips it open. Lisa lets her eyes skim the first page, picking up sentences here and there until she wills herself to go back and actually read it through. Between words, she left behind when she graduated from business school - hereinafter, whereas, irreparable harm, counterparts and right, arbitration - and names she doesn't recognize, Lisa realizes someone had sent her a non-disclosure agreement. They urged her to send the signed document to the return address until - Lisa checks the calendar on the wall beside Jennie - two days from now so it could be notarized in time for a Chaeyoung Park to be staying in her hotel in the "aforementioned date of reservation".

"Who the fuck is Chaeyoung Park?" Lisa mutters under her breath, searching her memory for any celebrity she knows by that name or anything similar and any possibly famous guests they'd be hosting in the next few weeks. Wasn't there an engineering firm that had Park in the name? And why would a big-shot engineer need her to assure her staff wouldn't go babbling about his visit to her hotel?

"What about her?" Jennie asks, looking much more awake, at the same time Lisa is about to check their reservations for any conferences in the upcoming weeks, even if she knew by heart that these conferences usually took place in the beginning of the year. Lisa's confused " huh? " is more about the pronoun Jennie uses than anything else, but the woman repeats herself, "You asked about Chaeyoung Park. What about her you wanna know?" Jennie sets the newest issue of a magazine about motorcycles aside and perches up - that's when Lisa realizes it's probably not an engineer the NDA is talking about, most likely not even a guy, "Are you suddenly becoming cool? Because I'm not ready to handle that."

Lisa hands Jennie the few pages stapled together for her to study, trying to keep her confusion from showing too much. Jennie already thinks she's as uncool as a white dad dancing funk. "Apparently, we're hosting her for a few weeks and her lawyers want to make sure no one knows about it."

"Yeah, like we could keep Roseanne fucking Park off the radar," Jennie scoffs and Lisa feels like there's some joke she isn't in on, but before she can ask anything, Jennie scrambles for their booking files, talking almost too fast for Lisa to understand as she clicks her way through the computer, "When is she staying here? And for how long? Oh my god, Jisoo is gonna freak. Are we allowed to ask for pictures? And how long does that agreement goes on for, I need to tell the world I met Rosé," Lisa can swear Jennie honest to god squeals, but she forces herself to believe it's all in her mind because Jennie Kim does not squeal. "Oh, fuck, she's coming in less than a week from now. You're gonna have to overnight that doc-"