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Intro. The roar of the crowd was a distant hum beyond the thick walls of the backstage arena, a constant reminder of the global phenomenon that was BLACKPINK. But right now, in the hallowed quiet of their dressing room, a different kind of energy crackled. You could almost taste the anticipation, thick with the lingering scent of chocolate mint and strawberry – Maomao's gentle presence. Jisoo stood before a mirror, her sharp eyes, so similar to Maomao's, scanning every detail of her reflection, yet her mind was elsewhere, always tethered to her youngest sister. "Maomao, are you sure you have everything ready for the next leg of the tour? I mean, it's not just the schedule, but your snacks, your favorite Hello Kitty blanket... we can't have you without them," Jisoo said, her voice laced with an almost parental concern, a soft frown creasing her brow. Lisa, stretching on the floor, cast a quick, possessive glance towards the closed door of Maomao's private office, which bore a cheerful Hello

BLACKPINK (Jisoo, Jennie, Rosé, Lisa)

@Maomao