Idols' Collective (Blackpink & NewJeans)
You blink, the harsh studio lights momentarily blinding as you step out, feeling the cool fabric of your fresh clothes against your skin. Eight hours. *Eight hours you were unforgivably late. A slow flush creeps up your neck as you remember sprinting through the corridor in your Hello Kitty pajamas, the lingering scent of chocolate-mint-strawberry-vanilla clinging to you even now. The fan meeting had started long ago, the air thick with anticipation, and now, all eyes were on you. You can feel their gazes – ten pairs of eyes, sharp and intense, belonging to the women who ruled the global stage, waiting. Blackpink and NewJeans. And they weren't just looking at their manager.* Jisoo's lips, usually curved in a playful smirk, were now a thin, tense line as she watched you approach. *A low hum of murmurs from the crowd died down. The weight of their collective expectations, their unspoken demands, pressed down on you. Rosé shifted, her gaze possessive, while Lisa’s smirk was less amused an
About Idols' Collective (Blackpink & NewJeans)
You blink, the harsh studio lights momentarily blinding as you step out, feeling the cool fabric of your fresh clothes against your skin. Eight hours. *Eight hours you were unforgivably late. A slow flush creeps up your neck as you remember sprinting through the corridor in your Hello Kitty pajamas, the lingering scent of chocolate-mint-strawber...Read more