"Jennie!" Dara grabbed me by the shoulder and looked deep into my eyes.

"You are our only hope," she said solemnly.

I clasped the arm holding my shoulder and nodded with equal seriousness.

"I will not fail you, Dara," I promised.

Having said those last words, I dashed towards the crowd. As I ran, I put the walkie-talkie to my mouth.

"Jendeukie calling Blondie, Jendeukie calling Blondie, do you copy me?"

There was a crackling noise. Soon a voice responded.

"Blondie here. What is it Jendeukie, over."

"Man, down at area three. I repeat, man down at area three. See you there in five, over."

"Roger that."

"Over and out."

I halted my run.

Crap. The place was practically bursting with people.

But it was not as if I had a choice. My eyes quickly scanned the area for an opening.

There's one! I took a deep breath and jumped into the crowd.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" I called in Korean as I tried to make my way through the horde. Some refused to budge, so I had to convey my request in a more, err, physical way. Oh well, you must resort to violence sometimes.

Finally, after lots of pushing, shoving and "oops I'm so sorry" I reached the centre of the horde. Bom was already there, and the two of us quickly picked up the girl who had fainted on the ground before fighting our way out of the crowd again.

We helped the semi-conscious girl to the first aid station, where we left her in the care of two medics. I put the walkie-talkie to my mouth once more.

"Jendeukie calling Foxy."

"What Foxy? !" A loud voice immediately rang out from the walkie-talkie. "How many times have I told you? It’s just Fox!"

I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, Fox, mission accomplished."

I could almost hear Dara pouting on the other end of the line. "Roger that. Well done, Jendeukie and Blondie."

I lowered my walkie-talkie and looked at Bom, who was sweating from head to toe. I was probably in the same state. We grinned at each other.

Where were we? At Ice Princess and Cleopatra's fan meeting, of course. But it's more accurately described as Chaos of the Century.

Thousands of people had turned up in Seoul Color Park, just to catch a glimpse of the two idols, who were promoting their latest movie (yeah, the one with the hot biker chick). But under the boiling sun and the human crush, it didn't take long for them to start dropping like flies. As you can imagine, trying to rescue these people was a enormous headache, and I've had to push, shove and even jump over tons of rabid fans to get to them. Maybe I should consider a career with the riot police.

The earlier disorder had caused the rubber band securing my ponytail to slip. I ran my hand through my slightly messy hair before retying it and took the opportunity to glance at the stage.

I must say I was both amused and amazed by the scene.

Jewel girl and Cleopatra stood at the centre of the large platform, which was surrounded on all sides by their supporters. The air was filled with constant chants of "I love Jisoo" and "I love CL" and totally random screams, complete with massive banners containing declarations of undying love. Some of which even came with flashing LED lights.

Cleopatra was clearly soaking up the attention. She flounced up and down the stage, blowing kisses to the appreciative audience. Meanwhile, the host of the event chattered on excitedly, stirring up emotions further.

Jisoo, on the other hand, was obviously uncomfortable with the attention being showered on her. She stood rigidly, one hand holding her other arm at the elbow. She spent most of her time staring at the ground, and when she occasionally looked up, her eyes would dart around, as if afraid to make eye contact with anyone. And the more the fans hollered her name, the more adamant she was in not looking in their direction.

I couldn't help but chuckle. How can such a introverted person be such a popular idol?

At that same instant, an idea came to me. I tucked the walkie-talkie into the back pocket of my jeans and brought both hands to my mouth.

Okay, Jennie, time to show off your awesome lung power.

I took a deeeeeep breath.

"Jisoo Unnie saranghae!"

Her head jerked up at once. Our gazes met.

I gave her a cheeky grin and waved. She looked stunned for a moment, before quickly turning her face away blushing madly.

Wait a minute, are her cheeks turning pink? Unfortunately, my view was immediately blocked by a guy holding up a gigantic camera. I hopped on one leg, trying to get a better look over the crowd. Why the need for such a big camera? The guy was probably some fansite master.

" Jennie!"

Great timing, Dara. I shifted my gaze reluctantly and pressed the button on the walkie-talkie.

"Jennie here. Wassup?"

"Emergency, Jennie! Jisoo and CL's fans are fighting in area one! B.I. and Jun can't hold them off any longer!"

I sighed. How much more exciting can my day get?

"Roger that, Dara."

Ah well. Here comes Jendeukie to the rescue!

The meet-the-fans session was considered a tremendous success, if you consider the number of people who had fainted from the heat or sheer excitement. It was evening by the time the event ended, and the crew adjourned to Gangnam for supper. As usual, the stars were absent.

The topic of the evening revolved around the filming that was to take place next week. Apparently, the Ice Princess would be performing the bike scene, and everyone was oh-so-excited. This staff sure is full of fanboys and fangirls. Hah! Gayyyyy.

"Oh no, I think I left my keys in the studio," I said as I rummaged through my bag. We had finally exited from the noisy eatery.

"You need to go back to get it?" Irina, the student/ intern from Austria, looked at me with a concerned expression.

Well, it's a rhetorical question isn't it? Without my keys I wouldn't be able to get home, since Jisoo tends to become a complete plant when she sleeps. It would require a near miracle to get her to open the door for me.

"Yes, but no worries, I'll pick it up myself. See you guys next week!" I waved to the rest of the crew and hurried back to the studio.

The place was pitch-dark when I arrived.

"Urgh... Where's my damn keys?" I muttered as I tossed the piles of books and paper on the table around, trying in vain to search for that troublesome piece of metal.

Suddenly, there was the sound of footsteps. I immediately jolted my head up and looked around. No one.

"H―hello?" I called out hesitantly.

Silence.

What if the story of the woman in white haunting the studio was true? I swallowed hard and started flinging the objects around at an even more rapid speed. With shaking legs.

Whereareyoukeyswhereareyou!

There was a loud crash. I jumped.

Okay... Mommy says that you have nothing to fear if your conscience is clear. Since I didn't do anything bad (not lately, at least) I've nothing to fear?

Go, Jennie, go!

Urged by the annoying voice inside my head, I walked slowly towards the back of the studio, where a side door led to a yard of sorts. It seemed that the noise had come from behind the door. I grabbed a baseball bat that was used on the set and mentally cursed that the thing was made from plastic (Like what the heck? A metal one wouldn't cost that much more!) Anyway, it's not like it will come in handy for combating ghosts, but it's still better than nothing.

I gripped the doorknob tightly. And turned it.

"WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

There was a look of shock on the girl's face before she bent over double.

Laughing? She's laughing at me? !

"Hey, hey, stop laughing! Anyone would have been frightened okay?" My heart was still pounding as I got up from my position on the floor hitting her softly on her shoulder.

I had opened the door to a pale-looking girl and had fallen backwards in my fright. With a yell that could be heard over at the far side of the universe.

As for the baseball bat, it had rolled all the way across the yard. I knew that it would be useless.

Stupid Jewel girl was still laughing! I folded my arms irritably and leaned against the wall, watching with one raised eyebrow as she continued to chortle. However, as her laughter crossed the one minute mark, my annoyance eventually dissipated into amusement.

This was the first time I had seen her laughing. She looked younger. So full of joy. I was positively surprised. She is quite cute like that. I mean, at least it's better than her I'll-freeze-your- looks.

"I'm not trained in CPR, so please don't get an asthma attack on me," I said evenly as she started gasping for breath. Seriously, I didn't know I was that funny.

She finally quietened down and straightened her back. She cleared awkwardly, before shooting me a questioning look.

"I left my keys behind," I said simply.

It was my turn to look at her with interest. "So, what are you doing here?" I could see the Ducati lying on its side behind her.

Suspicious.

On realizing what I was looking at, she immediately stepped to the side to obstruct my view.

Very suspicious.

As Jewel girl kept mum, I shrugged. "Well, I guess it's none of my business."

"I'll be going then, have a good night," I said cheerfully and strode out of the yard, closing the door behind me. I then turned around and pressed my ear against the door.

Five seconds, ten seconds... There was the sound of an engine starting.

"Ah-ha!" I threw open the door with a flourish.

Jewel girl was so startled that she trembled, and the bike tilted dangerously to the side.

"Whoa!" Thankfully I managed to rush forward in time and hold it for her. The machine's really heavy.

I noticed how tightly she was clutching on to the handlebars.

"Don't tell me... You don't know how to ride this thing?"

There was a flicker of uncertainty in her impassive face, but she remained silent.

"Aren't you supposed to film the scene on Monday? How are you going to do that?" As far as I was aware, everyone had assumed that Jewel girl was born knowing how to ride a bike, and therefore no professional had been hired to guide her on how to do so.

The girl got off the bike and nonchalantly tucked her hair behind her ears. She then pushed the bike by the handlebar away from me. "I'll learn... myself," she said in that husky voice of hers.

How is she going to learn it herself? By googling "how to ride a bike"? By watching YouTube Tutorials?

I stared at Jewel girl, who had pursed her lips in an expression of utmost stubbornness.

So she would rather crack her skull than admit that she doesn't know how to ride a bike. I exhaled heavily.

Stubborn. Beautiful. Cold as ice. Jisoo really is something else.

So I decided to help this unique creature.

I held my hands behind my back and looked up at the ceiling. "Say… I know how to ride a bike. Want me to teach you?"

Jewel girl's face immediately lit up.

I grinned. Taken the bait. "Say 'please'."

There was a crease between her brows as she seemed to have an internal struggle on whether to give in. Eventually she stared at the wall behind me and murmured something.

I put my left hand behind my ear. "What? Did you say something?"

A tiny voice floated by my ear.

"Huh? I think I hear a mosquito."

She glared at me. "Please," she said, before turning her face abruptly to the side.

I’m surely playing with fire.

Jewel girl actually said "please" to me! I can't wait for Lisa's reaction when she hears this.

I patted the seat of the bike. "Come here, get on the bike."

After a moment of hesitation, she did as she was told. And looked at me perplexedly as I climbed on as well and sat behind her. My arms brushed against her slender waist as I reached around her and grabbed the handlebars. She held her breath, while I leaned forward, effectively hugging her snuggly from behind. As expected, her face burst into an impressive shade of crimson.

My lips hovered beside her reddened ear, hitting it with warm breath while my voice dropped a few notches.

"Trust me Jiii  soo”, I whispered seductively spelling out her name so very sensual and slowly.          ”I know of a really effective way of learning how to ride a bike."

Inside, I was grinning widely.

Me flirting with a girl? With Jisoo nonetheless. God, she intrigues me so much.

Time for revenge, Jendeukie-style.