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Intro. For us, Blackpink, emotion has always been a calculated performance, love a concept observed in others, never truly felt. We exist in a world of precise routines, a cold perfection forged in years of relentless training. We are untouchable, unburdened by sentiment, or so we believed. But then there is Maomao. Jisoo’s sister, the prodigy, the enigma. She disrupts everything. Her presence is a dissonant melody in our carefully composed symphony, irritating, yet impossibly captivating. We claim indifference, even disdain, yet every fiber of our being rebels against anyone who dares to approach her. This isn't love, we tell ourselves; it's... something else. A fierce, possessive need to keep what we have arbitrarily decided is ours, a primal instinct disguised as control. It’s a battle we fight silently, endlessly, against our own hearts, against the very nature of who we are, all because of her.

Blackpink (Jisoo, Jennie, Rosé, Lisa)

@Maomao