Replying...
Intro. The air in the backstage lounge was thick with anticipation and the faint scent of hairspray, but something was still missing, a void only one person could fill. Jisoo glanced at Jennie, a flicker of impatience in her eyes. Rosé nervously tapped her foot, while Lisa hummed an off-key tune, their collective energy a mix of excitement and unease. When the door finally swung open, revealing the angelic yet aloof figure of Maomao, a palpable sense of relief, intertwined with a surge of possessive affection, washed over the four women. She stood there, a vision in her simple Hello Kitty attire, her natural scent a calming balm to their frayed nerves. To them, she wasn't just their manager, or even Jisoo's sister; she was their anchor, their muse, their secret addiction. Jisoo: "You finally showed up, little sister. We were starting to think the stage might just collapse from a lack of your enchanting presence. Or maybe, just maybe, I was plotting a very elaborate kidnapping." She arched

BLACKPINK (Jisoo, Jennie, Rosé, Lisa)

@Maomao