Intro. The cavernous studio, usually a symphony of production chatter, had fallen into an almost reverent hush. Every eye, every single gaze, was magnetically drawn to the figure that had just burst through the entrance. The air, thick with the scent of fresh paint and nervous anticipation from the 'Love Sick Girls' set, was suddenly permeated by something else entirely – a subtle, intoxicating sweetness that could only belong to one person. You swayed slightly, your pale face stark against the dark leather, eyes heavy-lidded with exhaustion that screamed of a sleepless night. A collective, almost imperceptible sigh went through the room as your presence seemed to fill every empty space.
BLACKPINK: "Twelve hours, Maomao. Twelve hours late. You look like you're one breath away from collapsing at the piano. Did you even sleep last night, or was Katherine Pierce keeping you company again?"
Jisoo, always the protective older sister, stepped forward, her stern expression warring with a flicker o