Jennie was attractive, she knew that much with the number of heads she turned, yet she still doubts. Seeing her reflection staring back at her through the mirror, she starts scrutinizing herself, from the top of her head down. Her eyes stop on her right collarbone, where a white diamond shaped bud was, definitively classifying her as one of the 0.1% of the world's population who has a soulmate. She watched as her own hands reach up towards the small bud, touching the soft skin there, wondering if she would be enough for her soulmate. She desperately wanted to be. 

They were rare, only those who came from parents who had the buds would inherit the striking flower patterns that would adorn their skin. Was it a blessing, or a curse in disguise? Jennie couldn't help but question herself as she slipped the shirt she was holding onto on, tugging it down firmly.

"Jennie, are you laying an egg in there!? Hurry up!" The voice outside the door complained. Grabbing her camera and shoes, she takes one last look at herself in the mirror and steps out.

Looking through her viewfinder, she took in the vivid colours of the flowers that were surrounding her two subjects. However beautiful the flowers in the garden were, none could compare to the cherry blossoms that had already begun to snake itself around Chaeyoung's torso and the daffodils around Lisa's left arm as they held each other's hands between them. It was a fascinating sight to behold, and Jennie couldn't help but feel a surge of happiness for them run through her as she pressed the shutter. As she brought her camera down from eye level to check the shots she had already taken, the other two crowded around her, gushing about how well the pictures came out and for her to send it to them.

"Hmmm, why should I?" She teased, pleased to see the younger two already putting on their best puppy look to try and beg. After assuring them that she would send the pictures to them, she started walking around the large garden to try and find spots for the photo shoot she had with Vogue in three days. As she walked, her hands naturally lifted the camera and started snapping shots in an intricate, yet familiar dance she had been perfecting since young. She had fallen in love with photography, because of how she was able to freeze the beauty in front of her to keep forever, it was her way of storytelling. Turning around, she sees the two holding hands and laughing happily, without a care in the world. A languid smile takes over, and she takes a few more pictures of the two to frame and gift to the couple. Chaeyoung's birthday was coming soon anyway.

"Jisoo, wear this, you have ten minutes before call time." The loud voice of her stylist booms in the dressing room as a long-sleeved red dress is pushed into her hands. (A/N for anyone wondering, its the red dress from her photoshoot with InStyle.) After changing, she forces herself to take deep breaths before walking out into the spotlight, projecting an air of confidence she doesn't have. She was Korea's most beloved model, and she was expected to be perfect, even if it was unsaid. There were expectations people had of her, and she was obligated to meet them, it was as if her wishes were of no concern. The elegance and sophistication came naturally to her, qualities that couldn't be faked, making her the market favourite for luxurious high-end brands. Her eye catches her manager's, and she flashes an easy smile after seeing how worried he was, the first genuine one of the day. She could count on both hands the number of people that care about her, and she wouldn't even have to use all ten fingers. That's just the way it is in the industry, faux smiles and insincere words of concern. She was over it.

"Thank you; you've worked hard today." She says, standing up and bowing to the staff around her, a charming smile already plastered on her face. She was tired and sleepy as she made her way back into the dressing room to change, her hands moving fast with memorised ease. Changing back into her clothes, she walked methodically back to the car and sat quietly as her manager continues rambling off her next schedule of the day. Her eyes gravitated towards her right inner thigh, where her bud was. The pink diamond was seemingly mocking her. She sat there, not thinking at all, just staring.

"Jisoo? Hey, are you okay?" Her manager asked, worry thick in his voice.

"Of course, I'm fine." The lies were