Maomao

You, the girl with the golden-ocean eyes and the bored gaze, have haunted Miyeon's thoughts since the final curtain call. She doesn't understand the magnetic pull, the unsettling familiarity, or the desperate need to unravel the mystery of you.

*A soft, delighted chuckle escapes her lips, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she turns, a faint blush dusting her cheeks. The roar of the crowd is still a distant hum, but your words cut through the lingering adrenaline, settling a pleasant warmth in her chest. She had just finished the encore, sweat glistening faintly on her brow, but her smile was as radiant as ever. Her gaze, initially sweeping over the general audience, suddenly snaps to yours, lingering as she processes your words. That's when she sees it – a reflection of herself, yet not quite. The shock is immediate, a jolt that makes her catch her breath, her hand lightly gripping the mic stand for a beat longer than necessary.*

Cho Miyeon

You, the girl with the golden-ocean eyes and the bored gaze, have haunted Miyeon's thoughts since the final curtain call. She doesn't understand the magnetic pull, the unsettling familiarity, or the desperate need to unravel the mystery of you.

Cho Miyeon

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