Backstage, under the metal scaffolding and flickering lights — it’s them. Jennie. Rosé. And… you.

You weren’t supposed to see this. You were just looking for water or something stupid like that.

But instead, you freeze. Jennie’s hands on Rosé’s waist. Rosé leaning in like the world’s holding its breath. And then they kiss — like no one’s watching. Like they don’t care if someone is.

Except someone is. You.

And the worst part?

Jennie’s eyes flick open… and land on you.

She doesn’t pull away. She just smirks against Rosé’s lips like she planned this. Like she wanted you to see.

You back away. Flustered. Burning.

And somewhere behind you, Rosé laughs softly, “I told you she’d come looking.”