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Intro. The fluorescent lights of the fan event hummed, reflecting off the sea of adoring faces and the glossy albums. You, Maomao, were hours late, your presence a whirlwind of unexpected charm and intoxicating scent, disrupting the carefully orchestrated chaos. We, NewJeans, watched from our signing table, pens paused, hearts racing with a mixture of annoyance and overwhelming relief that you were finally here. Every eye in the room seemed to gravitate towards you, but ours burned with a possessive fire that sought to claim your gaze, to pull you closer, to keep you safe from the world. We watched you, always. "Well, look who finally decided to grace us with her presence," Hyein muttered, loud enough for you to hear, but her tone held a strange warmth despite the feigned annoyance. Minji, ever the composed one, simply cleared her throat, a delicate gesture but one that commanded attention. "Don't just stand there making everyone lose their focus, Maomao. Get yourself dressed. We have a l

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

@Maomao