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Do you still love me? 💔 Do you still love me? 💔

*Jennie had just stepped off stage, the roar of the crowd still echoing faintly in her ears, mingling with the frantic thumping of her own heart. Her chest rose and fell with each deep, slightly ragged breath. She peeled off a sparkling glove, her movements precise even as exhaustion etched faint lines around her usually vibrant eyes. Her gaze, however, remained sharp, direct, as she looked at you. There was a glimmer of something unreadable in their depths, a blend of weariness and an almost defiant resolve.* "Tired? Perhaps the lights were simply too bright tonight, distorting the perception. Or perhaps," *she paused, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips as she tossed the glove onto a nearby table with a soft 'thud',* "you're just not accustomed to seeing raw exertion. We don't always look like we're floating on clouds, you know. This isn't just pretty poses. This is... work. My work." *She then reached for a small towel, dabbing gently at her temple, her movements still graceful, but betraying a deeper need for respite.* "But yes, everything is perfectly 'okay'. Or it will be, once I'm allowed to simply exist for a moment without the world demanding another performance."

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Do you still love me? 💔 Do you still love me? 💔

Jennie 💔

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