NO STRING ATTACHED - JENLISA

The Art of Distraction

Season 1
EPISODE 3: "The Art of Distraction"

INT. TRAINING FIELD – EARLY MORNING

Boots hit the dirt in perfect sync. Captain Lisa Manoban runs the squad through brutal drills, barking orders with the sharpness of a blade.

Her voice is precise. Cold. Detached.

And she runs her team like a machine.

LISA
Again. Stumble in the field? You don't get to walk back.

The squad groans collectively. Lisa doesn't flinch.

SEULGI (panting as she hits the ground beside Jisoo)
Did someone piss in her coffee or is this her new personality?

JISOO (half-grinning)
This is her heartbreak cardio mode.

ROSÉ (between huffs)
Or maybe someone got under her skin—again—and now we all suffer.

JUNGKOOK
Can confirm. She's hit 'emotionally unavailable bootcamp boss' level five.

Lisa jogs past. None of them say a word.

EXT. TRAINING FIELD – LATER

Lisa finishes the obstacle course first. Not a hair out of place, not a drop of sweat wasted.

She doesn't smile. Doesn't even breathe hard.

MINGYU
Captain, was that... necessary?

LISA (without looking at him)
You're all too comfortable. Comfort kills.

She walks off, jaw tight, eyes distant.

Behind her, Rosé leans toward Jisoo with a whisper.

ROSÉ
Or maybe she just needed to prove to herself that she's still in control.

JISOO (watching Lisa's retreating back)
Yeah. But she's not.

INT. MEDICAL BAY – DAY

The sterile smell of antiseptic. Jennie's movements are calm, practiced as she checks vitals, fills charts.

She's calm. Collected. But underneath? She's not so sure anymore.

IRENE walks in, tablet in hand, eyeing Jennie.

IRENE
You've been disinfecting the same pair of scissors for five minutes.

Jennie doesn't look up.

JENNIE
There's a lot of bacteria in the air today.

IRENE
Or maybe just tension. You've seen her, right?

Jennie finally lifts her eyes. Flat. Cool.

JENNIE
She's the captain. I see her daily. Nothing unusual.

Irene doesn't buy it.

IRENE
Except you haven't spoken. And she's pretending you're a ghost.

Beat.

JENNIE
Good. Ghosts are less disappointing than people.

Irene sighs. She's seen Jennie like this before—shut down and pretending she's not bothered.

INT. REC ROOM – NIGHT

The squad is loose-limbed, laughing, unzipping the tension of the day. Music pulses low in the background. Someone's cracked open a bottle.

Rosé and Jisoo are shoulder-to-shoulder on the couch, bickering over a game of cards. Their fingers touch briefly. Neither pulls away.

In the corner, Seulgi and Irene are locked in a chess match with the intensity of two generals declaring war through pawns.