LET'S KIDNAP THE MAKNAES
Description
Two girls wanted to become idols so they took a few dangerous road but somehow, they ended up kidnapping two maknaes. Now the four of them have to suffer together for a week or maybe more
Foreword
There were knocking sounds on the door. They waited for a while but there was no response. The two suspicious figures looked at each other. One of them turned the doorknob and pushed it open.
Two pairs of eyes watched the room silently. The room was empty.
"Heol," one of them sighed, "Tablo is not here." She made a face, annoyed that all of their hard works were thrown out of the window just because a certain rapper was not present.
"Maybe he went to the toilet," the other one said. "Let's just leave our demo here and hopefully he'll check it out."
"Tsk, ok,"
Both of them closed the door and went to the table situated in front of the big mirror of the recording studio. They stared at the recording studio through the window which was dimly lit. The microphone seems to be shining in the middle of the room. They want to be in there, singing the thoughts that had been written on a piece of paper. To voice out their opinions with music. To be musicians.
So, here they were. Dressing up as janitors, male janitors, to get closer to Tablo of Epik High so he can evaluate their songs before they gave them to the head of the entertainment company, Yang Hyunsuk or most call him YG.
One of them the PC of the computer there. "I wonder how messy their folders are," she grinned.
Suddenly the door was pushed to open. Both heads turned quickly to see an overly familiar man walking leisurely while closing the door behind him.
The man saw them, paused and blinked. He saw how one of them was sitting on the chair, his (he thought the cleaners were males) hands were on top of the computers keyboard with the screen was on.
Automatically, Lee Seunghyun or more known as Seungri would've thought that they're sasaengs that wanted to get their hands into the company's information and sell them for money.
He screamed.
"HACKERS! BUGLARS! STEAL-"
Naturally, people would protect themselves, epecially their pride. One of them took a cleaning spray from their janitor troller and sprayed it on Seungri's face, which also hit his eyes. Seungri screamed louder in pain. The other cleaner stood up from the seat and took a clothe from her pocket, shoving it to Seungri's mouth and nose.
Seungri panicked, taking a deep breathe of the chemicals from the cloth. He slowly lost conscious and fell on the ground with a hard thud.
"," she cursed and grip the cloth tightly. "Ottokhae, Norae-ah?"
"We just had to kidnap him," Norae decided without any second thoughts. "Quick, Iseul, we must put him in this bag then we put him on the troller so we can drag him to home." She pulled put a big traveller bag hidden in the troller.
"Where the hell did you get the bags?!"
Norae smiled innocently, "just in case, you know, something like this happens."
Iseul wanted to disagree because kidnapping someone like Seungri of BIGBANG doesn't seem like a good idea but she just went with it. She sat beside the big traveller bag and quickly helped Norae to put Seungri in it.
Just then, the door is being opened again. "Is anyone here--" the mellow voice stopped. "Oh my God--"
Nam Taehyun, the youngest member of the new boy group WINNER, was speechless when he saw two janitorss trying to put his Seungri-sunbae into a big bag in an awkward position.
Iseul quickly grabbed the cloth and pulled Taehyun to the floor, causing him to dive to the floor face first. While Norae closed the door, Iseul turned Taehyun's shocked face then covered his mouth and nose with the cloth. A few seconds later, he was unconscious.
"Now we're kidnapping two guys," Iseul sighed.
"Ppali cover them before we have to kidnap the whole building!" Norae took out another bag.
"How and where the did you get those bags, Kim Norae?"
"A magician never reveal their secrets." Norae snickered to herself.
"Magician my ."
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Thank you to jabbawockeez from 신발장 shoebox for the cool poster
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