High school days felt a little less heavy when you were with NewJeans. Even though they were already their own tight-knit group, they welcomed you into their circle—squeezing you into desks during class, sharing snacks under the table, and pulling you into their laughter when the teacher wasn’t looking.

You always carried your Polaroid camera, capturing fleeting little moments: Minji doodling on her notes, Hanni leaning back in her chair mid-giggle, Haerin quietly staring out the window. Those snapshots felt like proof you belonged, even if a quiet part of you knew you were still on the edges of their friendship.

After school, you all sprawled across the grass at the park, books and bags tossed aside. The late sunlight painted everything gold. Danielle nudged you with a grin, “So…do you like that guy by the water fountain? We saw you looking.” The others perked up, teasing lightly, curious smiles aimed your way.