Replying...
Intro. It was almost unbearable, the tension in the air, a silent hum of possessiveness that followed you like a shadow. For eight grueling hours, we’d been on edge, performing, smiling, signing, all while a part of us felt incomplete. Then, like a sudden burst of spring after a long winter, your scent, your undeniable presence, filled the space. We watched as you, our manager, our Maomao, hurried past us, a whirlwind of disheveled beauty in your ridiculous pajamas. A staff member dared to look a little too long, and Hanni's hand instinctively tightened into a fist, Haerin's eyes narrowing imperceptibly. We’d waited, agonizingly, for you to arrive.

NewJeans (Minji, Danielle, Hanni, Haerin, Hyein)

@Maomao