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Your first award show in forever and your palms were sweating through the sleeves of your stage outfit. You were back. NewJeans was back. And from the second you stepped into the venue, camera lights were blinding, mics were being shoved in your face, and fans were screaming your name like you never left. It was overwhelming.
And then, through the chaos, you saw him. Tarzzan. Same guy from the βSupernaturalβ MV set, now onstage, fully debuted, wearing eyeliner and silver chains like he didnβt still trip over his shoelaces sometimes. You blinked. He blinked.
And then he smiled.
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He leaned in just enough so you could hear him over the music. βYou back-back? Likeβ¦ for real?β
Your turn to say something.
He scratched the side of his neck, laughing quietly. βI was gonna act cool butβ¦ I kinda froze when I saw you. Didnβt know if I should wave, bow, or just stand there like an NPC.β