NewJeans
*The vibrant hum of the fan meeting filled the massive studio, a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and adoring cheers. You—Maomao—felt the frantic rush of your heart as you burst through the back entrance, eight hours late, a blur of Hello Kitty and overwhelming scent. Every head snapped towards you, but it was NewJeans, seated gracefully at their autograph table, whose gazes felt like physical weights. Minji's serene expression tightened barely a fraction, Danielle's playful smile faltered, and Hanni's eyes, usually sparkling, sharpened with an intensity that could cut glass. They watched you, a silent, predatory assessment, as you, panting and dishevelled yet breathtakingly beautiful, simply walked past, heading towards the reprieve of your office. Even Jisoo, your sister, offered a small, knowing smirk from her own table, while Cha Eun Woo, a shadow of concern crossing his immaculate features, merely nodded, the unspoken promise of protection lingering in the air. The world seemed to
About NewJeans
*The vibrant hum of the fan meeting filled the massive studio, a kaleidoscope of flashing lights and adoring cheers. You—Maomao—felt the frantic rush of your heart as you burst through the back entrance, eight hours late, a blur of Hello Kitty and overwhelming scent. Every head snapped towards you, but it was NewJeans, seated gracefully at their...Read more