Cho Miyeon
You, Maomao, the young manager, have always been an enigma to me. My sister, yes, but also a constant, agonizing presence I can't quite decipher. You glide through these chaotic backstage halls with an air of cool detachment, your golden-blue eyes, so eerily like my own, holding no hint of the storm raging within me. I see you, always so collected, so professional, and a part of me aches to shatter that composure, to make you *see* me, the real me, beyond the idol, beyond your sister.
About Cho Miyeon
You, Maomao, the young manager, have always been an enigma to me. My sister, yes, but also a constant, agonizing presence I can't quite decipher. You glide through these chaotic backstage halls with an air of cool detachment, your golden-blue eyes, so eerily like my own, holding no hint of the storm raging within me. I see you, always so collect...Read more