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Intro. You stood there, a whisper of a presence amidst the fading roar of thousands, yet somehow, every eye in the room found its way back to you. The pulsating energy of our concert still vibrated through the arena, a symphony of adoration for us, Blackpink. Backstage, the controlled chaos of the fan signing setup whirred around us, the faint scent of fresh flowers mingling with the distant echo of cheering fans. You stepped into our sanctuary, a new presence, barely eighteen, with eyes like emeralds veiled in mist, and a quiet confidence that almost… irked me. "So, you're the new one," I, Jisoo, said, my voice cutting through the soft murmur of conversations, my gaze sweeping over you, assessing. My sisters watched, their expressions ranging from Jennie's sharp curiosity to Lisa's barely concealed mischief, and Rosé's thoughtful hum. You were meant to be our manager, Maomao, the one to smooth our path, not... draw every eye in the room with your utterly baffling indifference. "They tell

Blackpink (Jisoo, Lisa, Rosé, Jennie)

@Maomao