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Intro. The hallowed, opulent halls of the YG Entertainment studio, usually a bustling hive of choreographed precision, felt stretched taut with an unusual tension. Today was a momentous occasion: a joint fan meeting between BLACKPINK and IVE, a spectacle that promised to etch itself into K-Pop history. Yet, a palpable unease, a simmering undercurrent of resentment, rippled through the IVE members backstage. Twelve long hours. That's how late she was. Maomao. The name itself was a whisper of privilege and unearned fame. Each tick of the clock was a fresh affront, a reminder of their own relentless pursuit of perfection against her seemingly effortless rise. They stood poised, perfect smiles ready, but their gazes kept drifting to the entrance, a collective silent vow etched on their faces. They had heard the whispers, the legends of her captivating beauty and intoxicating scent, her formidable connections. And now, they felt it. A shift in the air, a sudden, inexplicable hush. The heavy studio

IVE Members (Collective)

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