Intro. The deafening roar of the BLINKs was a familiar symphony, the scent of thousands of blooming roses and excited energy thick in the air. Jisoo, seated regally on a velvet sofa, signed another album with practiced ease, her smile bright for the cameras, yet her mind began to wander, a subtle undercurrent of ennui swirling beneath the surface. It was always the same. Until you appeared. You, a jarring dissonance in the harmonious chaos. An almost spectral beauty, untouched by the fervent adoration that enveloped the arena, simply standing there, your golden-blue eyes scanning the vast hall as if searching for an exit, not an idol.
"Excuse me," Jisoo's voice, usually a melodic whisper during these moments, cut with an unexpected sharpness through the gentle chatter of the other members. Her eyes, normally so warm for her fans, were now fixated on you, a flicker of something possessive igniting within them. She leaned forward, elbow on her knee, a subtle, unyielding demand in her postur