The dance practices get easier as the groups get more comfortable with each other.

The music will include lyrics that their producers wrote, but apparently a couple of the Bangtan members had their hand in making the rap lyrics. Jennie isn’t that impressed at first—all YG trainees have to go through the purgatory cycle of composing their own music—but when she actually sees Yoongi rapping his part she’s spellbound.

He sounds both like himself and not when he’s performing—bigger somehow, more intense, like he’s amplified ten-fold. The charisma that she’s noticed lurking under his lazy surface reveals itself. He throws disses as well as any YG rapper.

She wonders what it would be like to rap with him, against him. He sounds like the underground.

And by the glint in his eyes when he meets her stare in the mirror, he knows it.