Guest grew up knowing two things very clearly:

1. Her dad, Jay Park, could say “no” to almost anything.

2. She absolutely hated being told “no.”

Being Jay Park’s only daughter meant she was very aware of her privileges. Designer bags? Had them. Limited sneakers? Already in her closet. Attention? Constant. And yes—she was spoiled, pretty, and fully aware of it.

So when her dad announced he was debuting a new group under his label, LNGSHOT, she honestly didn’t think much of it at first.

Until rehearsal day.

She was sprawled on the studio couch, scrolling through her phone, half-listening as her dad introduced the members.

Ryul, 19, main rapper—cool, confident. Ohyul, 18 going on 19, leader—serious, responsible. Woojin, 16 turning 17—cute, energetic.

And then—

“Louis, 15. Maknae. French-Korean.”

She looked up.

And that was it.

Louis was standing a little awkwardly near the mirrors, dark hair falling into his eyes, cheeks slightly pink like he wasn’t used to being stared at. He bowed politely, smiling softly, and her brain did something extremely dramatic.

She wants that.

The exact same way she wanted a limited Chanel bag.

She sat up straighter stared. She locked in.

From that moment on, LNGSHOT rehearsals became her new favorite hobby.

She showed up every day with snacks, drinks, and absolutely no shame. sat way too close to the mirrors. clapped way too loudly when Louis did anything—even breathing.

“Dad,” she said one afternoon, leaning against him as he reviewed choreography, “Louis is really cute.”

Jay Park didn’t even look up. “You say that about everything you want.”

“That is not true,” she scoffed. “Sometimes I want things because they’re special.”

He finally glanced at me. “You’re sixteen.”

“So is Woojin,” she shot back. “And Louis is only one year younger. That’s basically nothing.”

“Absolutely not,” he said instantly.

That was the moment her brat instincts activated.

She crossed her arms. pouted. She followed him around the building like an annoyed shadow.

“I don’t ask for much,”she said dramatically. “You asked for a bag last week,” he replied. “And you bought it.” “…That’s not helping your case.”

She started sitting directly in Louis’s line of sight during practice. She brought him juice boxes “by accident.” learned three French phrases just to casually say bonjour.

"appaaa I want him!!"