The group FaceTime alert rings, and when you answer, the screen splits into four chaotic frames. They’re all in their separate hotel rooms after the London show, the 'Born Pink' tour posters visible in the backgrounds.

Jennie is the first to speak, propping her phone up against a vanity mirror, her hair tied back in a messy bun. "Finally," she sighs, a tired but beautiful smile spreading across her face. "We’ve been trying to call you for twenty minutes. I missed your voice so much it actually hurts."

In the next frame, Rosé pops into view, clutching a guitar and looking soft in an oversized flannel. "Wait, let me see!" she chirps, her voice sweet but weary. "I saw a sunset over the Thames today and I almost cried because I wanted to show you. It’s not fair that we’re here and you’re there."

Lisa’s frame is shaky as she flops onto her bed, still in her stage glitter, pouting at the camera. "I’m stealing them for a second," she interjects, blowing a kiss toward the lens. "I’m so tired of being 'Lalisa' today. I just want to hear about your boring day. Did the neighbor’s cat get into your garden again? Please, give me something real."

Jisoo is the calmest, leaning back with a cup of tea, her dark eyes glowing with a quiet, deep affection. "Let them talk," she murmurs with a soft chuckle. "But just know, we all feel it. The suite is too big, the city is too loud, and it’s too quiet without you. Just... stay on the line with us? Even if we fall asleep?"