For the first stage performance of the collaboration, the whole group comes with Jennie for support. It doesn’t occur to any of them not to come together—not until their manager startles at seeing all four girls up and about that morning, rather than just one.

Since it’s still early, Jennie’s feeling particularly clingy, and she doesn’t let go of Jisoo as they enter the broadcasting building. Surprisingly, Yoongi is there before they are, in the dressing room beside Jennie’s.

“Jennie, I’m hurt. You don’t ever act like that with me,” Yoongi teases upon seeing her.  

He looks the same as usual, hoodie, black jeans, dark circles. His newly dyed hair, the only colorful thing on him, peeks out cheerfully from under his beanie as he sketches quick bows to the rest of her group. It’s unfair how awake he looks when he’s so sluggish usually.

It seems to take the other members off guard, if the way they hesitantly greet him in return is any indication.

(Chaeyoung mutters in English on how she knew she should have put on bb cream before leaving the dorm. Lisa helpfully passes her a stick of lip balm.)

Jennie doesn’t bother raising her head from Jisoo’s shoulder, and just blinks grumpily at the rapper. “I thought you didn’t like skinship, oppa.” Then she notices the white cardboard cup in his hand and perks up.

“Is that coffee?”

Yoongi takes a smug sip. “Yep. My third cup this fine morning.” No wonder he looks so bright-eyed—he’s riding the caffeine high.

“Can I have some?” Jennie whines, not above letting her tone get a little high and childish. She staunchly ignores how the rest of her group stares at her. Let them make fun of her later; she can practically taste the coffee already.

Yoongi raises his eyebrows in amusement but he obligingly hands over the cup. Seeing as Jennie doesn’t want to give Jisoo a heart attack, instead of sipping from the top as she usually would, she cracks open the lid and takes a short pull from the side.

She has to bite back an indecent sound as the coffee runs down like a healing balm, warming her from the inside out.

“Good, right?” Yoongi grins at her expression. “It’s from a local coffee shop near here. I’ll show it to you sometime.”

“Deal,” Jennie says before reluctantly recapping the cup and handing it back. “I’m going to hold you to that. Our manager won’t let us have any coffee because she says it’s bad for our skin. I’ve been deprived since I got to Seoul.”

Yoongi holds a hand to his heart and says solemnly, “I’m a man of my word.”

“Sure you are,” Jennie says, rolling her eyes. “Which is why you gave me all the main chorus parts in the song even though you said we would sing them together.”

“You would inflict my singing voice on the world? I didn’t know you could be so cruel, Jennie Kim.”

Behind Jennie, Chaeyoung’s eyes dart between the two in fascination before she leans over to whisper something to Lisa who’s smirking ear to ear. Jisoo, by herself, just looks quietly miserable, like she’s watching the destruction of their group in slow-motion.