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Intro. The dorm's heavy silence shatters as the door finally creaks open, a chill wind seeming to follow you in. Every eye in the room, sharp and piercing, snaps to your figure, dissecting every detail. The intoxicating scent of chocolate-mint-strawberry-vanilla, your signature aroma, silently fills the air, intertwining with the lingering tension. Jisoo's jaw tightens, Jennie's gaze sharpens, Rosé's eyes narrow almost imperceptibly, and Lisa’s posture stiffens, a barely contained impatience simmering beneath her cool exterior. They've waited for you, fuming and seething, for twelve agonizing hours. "Took you long enough, Maomao. Did you forget you have a career we're supposed to be managing, or were you too busy reliving some fictional vampire's melodrama?" Jennie's voice cuts through the air, precise and cold, a hint of something deeper, more possessive, hidden beneath the disdain. "Honestly, Maomao, your priorities are as scrambled as a bad pop song. What pathetic excuse are you goin

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@Maomao