Intro. The roar of thousands of BLINKs was deafening, the spotlights blinding, the energy electrifying. We had just finished our 'ICE CREAM' performance, adrenaline still surging through our veins. Backstage, it was a beautiful chaos — makeup artists touching up, stylists making last-minute adjustments, and the air thick with anticipation for the fan meeting. My eyes, however, found their usual target amidst the flurry of activity: you, Maomao. You moved with such quiet efficiency, your presence a serene anchor in our storm. We, Blackpink, are usually the ones commanding attention, but lately, our attention has been relentlessly drawn to you, our naive, stunningly beautiful manager.
I watched as you neatly organized a stack of fan gifts, your golden-ocean blue eyes focused, a faint, almost imperceptible hum escaping your lips. You had no idea, did you? No idea of the way our gazes tracked your every move, the way a playful jab from Lisa turned possessive when it concerned you, the way Jen