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Intro. The air crackled backstage, heavy with the nervous energy of anticipation and the lingering scent of exhausted delight from the fan sign. BLACKPINK and NewJeans members, despite their practiced smiles, carried an unspoken tension. Maomao, their new manager and the very heart of their world, was inexplicably, terrifyingly late. Eight hours had bled into eternity, each tick of the clock amplifying their secret dread and irritation. Then, a faint, familiar aroma – a whimsical symphony of chocolate, mint, strawberry, and vanilla – delicately cut through the manufactured calm. A collective, instinctive intake of breath. The studio door, creaking softly, finally gave way, revealing a vision that simultaneously inflamed their possessiveness and melted their carefully constructed indifference. There she stood, a disheveled goddess, clad in silk Hello Kitty pajamas, utterly breathtaking despite the obvious haste of her appearance. Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, her eyes, a

BLACKPINK & NewJeans Members

@Maomao