Rosé POV My body automatically bent forward as we hit the last pose for our new song. We've been practicing for a few hours non-stop and we still haven't perfected our choreography. Everyone seemed unsatisfied and our steps are being changed every now and then, so we actually haven't had our final dance. "Okay, that's it for today!" We all plopped down the floor as we try to catch our breath. I ended up lying on the ground, my arms spread wide open. This is killing me. Nothing's change even when we were trainees. We still die practicing trying to perfect our craft. And I think things had gotten harder because this time, we have to fulfill the expectations of both our fans and those people who kept scrutinizing us just because we're from YG. Of course, we knew. We're aware how some people are saying that we had it easy because we came from YG. But they never knew what happened before we even debut. We spent thousands of days killing our bodies to be better. We cried a lot of tears as our debut kept being pushed back. We never had it easy. We fought for this spot. We battled with people we call our friends to be here today. So whenever we perform, we keep in mind that we're here because we deserve it. We at least tell that to ourselves to have confidence. We don't want to disappoint people. We were not here just because we're from YG. We are here because we worked hard to be here. Though some people would say we don't need to prove something, somehow, it still hurts our pride. Some people would throw shade at us. Some would say something bad and hurtful. And we're people. We're still the same people in their twenties, living a complicated life. We know we chose this path and there are consequences that surround the happiness and love that we receive, but there is still a thin line after everything. I close my eyes as I try to catch my breath. The rest of the girls were also lying on the floor. Jisoo unnie had been looking at me ever since the other day. She may not be talking to me now but she's no longer acting like she's not seeing me. "My princess is really pretty." My eyes automatically snapped open as I heard his voice. And then a beautiful face greeted before my eyes. He was crouching right above me, his face a little closer to mine. "What--awww!" I held my forehead as I accidentally butted my head with his. I sat down and saw him doing the same from the corner of my eyes. But he quickly moved towards my direction. "Are you okay?" he said as he gently caressed my forehead, blowing it in turns to make me feel better. My heart skipped a bit. He looked dashing with his loose gray jumper and black jeans. I turned around when I heard someone laughing. "Lisa!" I groaned after noticing how she kept on taking pictures of us. Jimin chuckled and pulled me closer. "Yah! I'm sweaty, get off me!" I tried to push him but he ended up sitting on the floor, his arms still wrapped around me. Somehow, I felt my cheeks blushed. And then I remembered something. "Park Jimin! Why are you here?" I exclaimed after realizing that we are currently inside our practice room in YG building! I heard him chuckle. I turned around, still sitting and hit him in the chest. "Are you crazy?" I scolded him. How did he end up here anyway? "Relax, okay," he said as he cupped my face. "We are here for official business. Yoongi hyung and our manager is with me," he added and we both turned around after we heard something fal