“Typical of YG. I think that was a perfect take, Jennie,” Yoongi’s drawl crackles through the speakers, and Jennie’s chest swells with pride as she turns toward the window separating the recording room from the studio. “Thanks, Yoongi-opp—”

Jennie’s smile freezes. A crowd of faces are staring back at her, looking almost as surprised as she feels.

 “Hiii~” V, the one with the boxy smile, waves.  The easy friendliness reminds her of Lisa and she relaxes a touch.

“Sorry about these idiots. I can kick them out if they’re being too distracting,” Yoongi offers, sounding like he’d like nothing better than to do just that. A bunch of snickers break out in response, as well as one whiny, “Hyuuuung.”

It’s impressive how the entire group has managed to bunch up into the tiny studio room. A couple of the members look as if they’re sitting on one another, and one hangs over Yoongi's shoulder like a particularly unwieldy scarf. Oddly, Yoongi doesn't appear to be bothered by it, although he seemed the prickly type when it came to skinship.

Jimin, still as cute as ever, is barely visible over the shoulder of the boy he’s hugging from behind, a kid who has eyes the size of dinner plates. Jimin is watching her with clear admiration, and that more than anything else re-inflates some of Jennie’s confidence.

“I’m okay—really, oppa! Don’t kick them out because of me.” Jennie twirls the wire of her headphones between her fingers in a nervous tic.

She means it, even if Yoongi doesn’t look like he finds her very persuasive. Performing in front of a bunch of idols isn’t nearly as nerve-wracking as performing in front of a panel consisting of YG and all the company’s most judgmental producers.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure!” Jennie makes an 'ok' sign with her fingers.

“…Fine. Let’s take it from the chorus,” Yoongi relents grudgingly. The group around him shifts subtly.

“Incredible, Suga-hyung is actually listening to someone else for once,” remarks one of the other rappers—Namjoon—just before Yoongi cuts the mic.

Jennie can’t hear Yoongi’s response, but it makes the whole group combust with laughter, even more so when he turns in his chair and flips them off.