JISOO
"You shouldn't be moving," Seojun said behind me as I got out of the van at the location where we were going to shoot the MVP.
I rolled my eyes, smiling lightly. "I'm not paralyzed. Just a few bruises here and there. Daisy can cover them up skillfully. And it's just an MVP. I'm not dancing."
"Still..." he started, but I lifted my index finger to stop him.
"We're professionals, SeoJun. This is what we're getting paid for," I said, cutting him off before he could continue.
"Fine. But if I see you struggling, I'm calling your manager and sending you home. Deal?" He stepped closer to me.
"Deal." I let out a small chuckle, wincing slightly as pain shot through my jaw. Seojun scoffed, shaking his head.
"You guys are here! Come quickly! Taemin and the others are already done with their makeup and are waiting for you!" My manager, Taesung, waved as he walked toward us, concern evident on his face.
