The smell of jasmine flowers lights up the room, lifting the spirits of every YG idol, excluding the spring goddess. Park Bom hated the smell of jasmines. It reminded her of her mean aunt who smelled like jasmine all the time.

"Where is she?" she asked, narrowing her eyes at every single person in the studio, hoping to spot her target. She pouted as her eyes fixed on a certain person, the one responsible for the scent in the room. "She knows I hate it."

"But Seungri oppa doesn't, he likes it," the maknae teased, inhaling more of the jasmine scent. "Dara unnie lit it for him."

"Ugh, Seungri," Bom rolled her eyes at the name. "The maknae sure knows how to court a girl." Her eyes scanned the entire room and she pouted at her boyfriend, showing him the I-Hate-Pandara look before turning back to Minzy. "If Seungri needs this jasmine and if he has to be with Dara, well, I have a very good idea."