---- Prologue -----

"Blackpink in your area! Blackpink in your area!"

The crowd still screams after they left the stage of their first solo concert. Chaeyoung, the last one to leave, stays a bit behind to bathe in the crowd's energy. They received so much love from Blinks at this concert, she hadn't been able to hold back her tears during the encore.

And even as she stands backstage, hearing the crowd's screams and excitement are such a high, she never wants to come back down to earth.

She wants to stay here until the stadium is empty, to watch every Blinks leave so she can silently wish all of them a safe journey back home. But the girls are waiting for her, so she starts making her way back to their dressing room.

There aren't many backstage crew members in this area, but she greets the ones she meets, thanking them for their hard work.

She frowns when she turns a corner and finds herself in a large room with boxes and various materials scattered around the floor. Has she made a wrong turn? She sighs. Most likely she did. Her sense of directions isn't the best, her members and even their managers and stylists often use that fact to endlessly.

She turns back to retrace her steps but suddenly an arm snakes around her waist and a hand holding a tissue clamps on and nose, blocking her airway. Chaeyoung struggles but the smell coming from the tissue makes her dizzy. She tries to move her l