𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒚𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕

[hdnaimei]

thank you for allowing me to take up space (again) ☁️ it's 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏! and meet 𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑵𝑨𝑰𝑴𝑬𝑰, a girl who was raised to be perfect but never wanted to be. she's a beauty queen with a sharp tongue, a high-class socialite with an underground edge. she's got money, she's got charm, she's got a plushie collection. like this post to start a conversation! This is also @hdriyan's mun 𓃠

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𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑺𝑶𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑰𝑻𝒀

song naimei was taught early to sit pretty and smile, but she was never one to follow the script, right? she thrived on attention. not just for her beauty, but for her charisma, her wit, and the way she carried herself. a true libra ☀️, she is naturally magnetic, and she’s a girl's girl but has no issue keeping up with the boys.

naimei is used to getting what she wants—whether it's front-row seats at fashion week or the last word in an argument. she loves hard, fights harder, and never backs down from a challenge. she's quick on her feet, both in conversation and competition. super intelligent, she can navigate life's ordeal with grace while knowing exactly when to bend the rules.

and she's ALL about aesthetics, but don't mistake her for being shallow. she has layers, depth, and a big drive. behind the expensive perfume and curated selfies is a girl who knows what she wants and isn't afraid to go after it.

𝑩𝑨𝑪𝑲𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 & 𝑭𝑨𝑪𝑻𝑺

raised in one of the richest parts of shanghai, china by parents who had high expectations (but always made time for her), naimei grew up in luxury but never let it define her. her mother, a former model and hotel heiress, wanted her to follow in her footsteps, but naimei had bigger dreams, ones that involved the stage, not just the runway or as a socialite. she spent years training in vocals and dance, with top-tier coaches shaping her into the perfect idol candidate.

but being the youngest in a powerful family meant constantly proving herself. while her older siblings and cousins followed traditional paths, naimei carved out her own, often failed and fell on her face, and had to fuel her ambition with a little bit of rebellion. she could charm the teachers, lead the student council, but still sneak out for a midnight joyride in a sports car she definitely wasn't supposed to be in.

despite the privilege, naimei isn't without struggles. the pressure to succeed like a diamond, womanhood, the constant comparisons to her female cousins, and the expectations placed on her shoulders made her crave independence. after graduating, she chose to chase her dreams instead of immediately joining the family business. she wants fame on her terms, not because of her last name.

she's now stepping into the entertainment industry, ready to take over, one stage, one photoshoot, one headline at a time.

𝑷𝑳𝑶𝑻 𝑰𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑺

socialite circles: maybe they ran in the same circles, attended the same exclusive parties, or have family connections. friend? rival? childhood frenemy? let’s talk.

idols & trainees: give me she's been training for years, but fame isn't instant. competition, collaboration, or maybe some pre-debut drama.

exes & os: naimei's love life has been a topic of speculation, but none that actually made an impact. past flings, fake dating scandals, secret hookups, open to all the messy possibilities.

rivalries: she's confident, competitive, and doesn't take disrespect lightly. maybe they butted heads in school, or maybe your muse thinks she's just another spoiled rich girl (she'll prove them wrong).

reckless adventures – joyrides, spontaneous trips, sneaking into VIP events, naimei loves a good thrill. be her partner-in-crime or maybe the responsible one who has to bail her out?

[hdnaimei]

Song Naimei (宋耐梅) is a Chinese singer, actress and supermodel. She is a member of the South Korean girl group GIRLNEXTDOOR.

📇 SECTION I — Identity

Age (June 2042): 36

Current Occupation: Supermodel, former K-Pop idol, actress, brand ambassador, fashion designer, executive producer, creative director, businesswoman (venture capitalist), philanthropist, and occasional solloist "when she feels like it."

NEW Faceclaim: Ming Xi

Relationship Status: Officially engaged to a famous British soccer player whose career has made them one of the world's most recognizable couples. Their relationship has become a pop culture discourse ("East vs West" debate) that spawned many think pieces and re-occurs every time either appears in public.

Family Status:

- Parents: semi-retired from the Song corporate empire. - Brother: now oversees different Song Industries divisions. - Sisters: each (3) married wealthy, affluent men. - 1 Samoyed named Dior (engineered to never shed) that responds to commands in Mandarin, Korean, Japanase, English, Spanish (all learned). - Still owns over 300 hundred plushies. They now occupy a climate-controlled space inside one of her homes, waiting for her future daughter to own someday.

Industry Timeline: (Try to list their career accomplishments!)

- 2025–2028: Debuts as the center, lead vocalist, and main dancer of GIRLNEXTDOOR. And as GIRLNEXTDOOR explodes globally, Naimei becomes the first HYDRA idol to simultaneously front luxury campaigns in Paris, Seoul, Shanghai, New York, etc. Her airport fashion, styling, and beauty routines specifically become so influential that retail shops begin tagging similar aesthetics under "Naimei core." During this period, GIRLNEXTDOOR earns multiple Daesangs and establishes itself as one of the defining girl groups of the decade.

- 2029–2032: Expands her portfolio into high fashion, becoming one of the most sought after Asian models of her generation. She is named on the 100 Most Beautiful Asian Faces list for 4 consecutive years (claiming the #1 spot twice). During this era, she signs the largest luxury partnership ever awarded to an Asian entertainer and launches Project Lotus, funding arts education and trainee scholarships throughout East Asia. Meanwhile, GIRLNEXTDOOR embarks on its farewell world tour. When the group officially concludes activities after 7+ years together, Naimei closes the chapter by announcing she is stepping away from full-time idol promotions but continues to be signed under HYDRA.

- 2033–2036: TW // Body image, alcohol, extreme beauty standards. Naimei life in high fashion gets increasingly difficult, where the expectations placed upon her become even more unforgiving than the idol industry. Relentless scrutiny over her weight and appearance made her seek help at the bottom of wine bottles. It's a complicated chapter defined by impossible standards, and she probably wasn't reachable to family and friends. She was a Victoria Secret's model, walked for numerous fashion houses, so she rationalized this period a lot. She has never opened up publicly about her struggles.

- 2037–2039: Having conquered the runway, Naimei changes her focus to shaping the future of fashion itself. Rather than stepping away from modeling, she becomes increasingly selective, opening only for the most prestigious shows and making surprise appearances at events. Outside of fashion, she quietly builds a respected investment portfolios. Naimei becomes an early investor in emerging luxury brands, film studios, fashion-tech startups, and next-generation creatives across Asia, Europe, and the West. She even opens floating flagship boutiques above Shanghai, Dubai, and Singapore, featuring gravity-defying fashion experiences.

- 2040–2042: She has become less of a celebrity and more of a global icon. She rarely grants interviews, walks only a handful of couture shows each year, appears on magazine covers sparingly, is trying her hardest to breakout as an actress. Her fortune is spread across private investments and stakes in some of the world's most valuable fashion and technology companies. Financial publications eventually stop attempting to calculate her net worth altogether, instead referring to her simply as "one of the most influential women in fashion."

Current Net Worth Vibe: Nation-state levels of wealthy, no one knows the actual figure. The Song family stopped filing public estimates years ago because their assets now include private space infrastructure, quantum computing patents, entertainment royalties, autonomous luxury transportation networks, licensing, ownership stakes in companies most people don't realize she owns, the list goes on. In summary? The market reacts when she posts on social media.

🚀 SECTION II — FUTURE SHOCK

First thought after waking up in 2042? Good morning, Naimei. Your stress levels are elevated by 18%. Shall I postpone today's orbital board meeting? "A boardroom in space?"

What surprised them about their future self? She discovered she's become wonderfully eccentric. Impossibly chic, too, no doubts there, but apparently growing up didn't make her ice cold. It gave her more room to be herself.

What is one thing they absolutely refuse to accept about 2042? She refuses to accept that her wardrobe argues with her. Mirror™ politely rejects combinations it believes are "below her usual standards."

🎤 III — REUNION SEASON

Most recent headline about them: "SONG NAIMEI ATTENDS PARIS FASHION WEEK VIA HOLOGRAPHIC TELEPRESENCE… THEN ARRIVES IN PERSON TWENTY MINUTES LATER."

Do they actually want this reunion? So, she insists she doesn't have time. She kept trying to negotiate, too, but one phone call from Chaeyeon made her assistant quietly reschedule forty-seven events, instead. The years away from the girls disappear in less than 8 bars and she's been laughing harder than she has in months.

Are they still in contact with their former members? Almost daily. Okay, maybe she doesn't respond to their group chat daily, but she reads and checks every message. Dinners with Miru are often she's like her bestfriend; she's still babying Chaeyeon, and once the new girls, Bohyun and Sakura are like her favorite confidantes. Nayoung is still inviting her to jet-set across the world, and Minah? Asked her to make a statement for her tell-all.

What is one rumor about them in 2042 that everyone believes? Every year, fashion insiders insist Song Naimei knows the Met Gala theme before anyone else, because okay— Naimei somehow arrives wearing something that perfectly predicts the next 5 years of fashion. Fashion students also use "Naimei Core. to better study.

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[260625] NINGx2: good life

[hdnaimei]

chotto matte.

𝒇𝒕. @hdmiru

The story goes: Naimei found a café online with the prettiest little strawberry shortcake she'd ever seen and decided she and Miru had to find it. It had seemed simple enough at the time—follow the directions, grab a dessert, maybe take a few (100) pictures if the lighting was good; girly things. Somehow, however, one wrong turn had become two, two had become six, and now they were standing in a narrow side street she was fairly certain hadn't existed on the map ten minutes ago.

Tokyo stretched around her in glowing signs and winding alleys, each corner looking convincing to make her think she was heading the right way before proving her wrong. At this point, it wasn't even about finding the café anymore. It was about principle of it all and not letting an unsupervised stroll go to waste. With a sigh, she lowered her phone and squinted at the screen, then at Miru, then back at her phone again, weighing her options before deciding that... Pride was significantly less important than getting un-lost. She offered Miru a sheepish smile. "…hypothetically," she drew the words out like that somehow made the situation better, "If we were completely and undeniably lost, how mad would you be?"

[hdnaimei]

coming up roses.

𝒇𝒕. @chaeyeon

Naimei invited Chaeyeon to her brother's bachelor pad in Gangnam with all the ceremony of a socialite unveiling her estate. The truth of the matter was that the apartment belonged to one of her brothers, but one would never have guessed it from the way she swept through the foyer ahead of her guest, smile bright with proprietary pride. Her brother was rarely in Seoul long enough to enjoy the place, leaving the penthouse to collect dust. Naimei, however, had taken it upon herself to rescue it from bachelorhood. Every velvet cushion, every carefully chosen lamp and art piece had passed beneath her scrutiny.

She guided Chaeyeon from room to room with blind enthusiasm, while here and there she paused to straighten a decorative book or fluff a cushion that was already perfectly arranged. "Ignore the fact that my brother technically owns it," she declared with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I've spent more time here than he has. Honestly, I should be charging him an interior design fee." Her gaze swept fondly across the living room. "That sofa? Me. The artwork in the hallway? Also me. If he suddenly decided to sell this place tomorrow, I'd sue him for emotional damages."

[hdminah]

myeongah watched the singer step off the water, looking for all the world like a delicate bit of ice and snow that might shatter if the wind caught it the wrong way. she wasn't interested in the spectacle, though; she'd spent her whole life surrounded by people pretending to be statues, and she could spot a performative bow with her eyes closed. what caught her was the look in their eyes. it was a look myeongah knew well, a sort of quiet panic. she let her fan hang loose from her wrist, feeling unusually settled.

somehow they find one another and when xuelan spoke, asking about the secrets hidden behind a perfect veneer, myeongah didn't snap back with her usual venom; instead, she let out a gravelly chuckle. "if we weren't hiding something, we'd have nothing to talk about the 'perfect' bit is just bait we throw. in truth, if i saw a person who was actually as pure as they looked, i'd likely have them escorted out for being a liability. it's the cracks that make the light worth looking at, isn't it?"

"i'm surrounded by scholars who speak in poems and royals who speak in riddles, and i'm absolutely parched for a bit of honest grit." she wondered if xuelan realised how much that slip in her performance had actually bought her. in a world where everyone was busy polishing their reputations until they bled, that small friction was the only thing that felt real. myeongah found herself thinking about her own masks and how exhausting it was to keep the gears turning without a soul in sight who understood.

[hdnaimei]

Xuelan regarded her then with that peculiar quiet which falls over mountain paths moments before the snow begins in earnest. The lanterns along the pavilion cast gold across Myeongah's features, and yet Xuelan thought the woman wore honesty as courtiers wore jewels: beautifully. It ought to have pleased her less than it did. Instead, the corner of her mouth curved dangerously demure. "How refreshing." The night wind wandered between them, carrying the perfume of plum blossoms and extinguished candle smoke. Beyond the garden wall, applause still lingered faintly. Xuelan could feel the eyes of the court searching for her absence already. Let them search.

Her gaze lowered briefly to the woman's loosened fan, to the careless manner in which she held it as though she had long since ceased fearing what sharp things might slip free when one opened too quickly. A royal, no doubt.

For the first time that evening, amusement flickered through her expression, perilously close to sincerity. It altered her entirely. When moonlight becomes sunlight it merely softens. "I have observed that society prefers its women much like porcelain: admired most fervently right before the fracture. Discarded most swiftly after. And yet," she continued, "I think you are correct. A wild thing inspires fascination, yes?"

[yontararak]

[hdnaimei]

FT. @hdnayoung 👑

The red carpet of the Seoul Met Gala was a sea of blinding lights and the aggressive thwack-thwack-thwack of a hundred shutters firing in unison. It was definitely sensory overload, but Naimei stood tall, her spine a rigid line of practiced composure that made the jewelry pressing against her collarbone feel like a cold hand on her neck. Next to her stood Nayoung. Nayoung, who had vanished into the quiet for months, only to reappear exactly when the spotlight was at its brightest, looking as though the hiatus had been a spa retreat rather than a disappearance. To the cameras, they were picture perfect of 5th Gen standard, the Nation's Little Sisters. But the fact still stood that Nayoung had been gone, tucked away in the quiet, while Naimei and the others were drilling 16-bar dance breaks until their knees turned the color of overripe plums.

There was resentment there, of course, sharp and thin as a razor blade, folded neatly under Naimei's YSL-slicked couture. Welcome back to the lion's den, Naimei thought, as a handler touched her elbow, steering her three inches closer to Nayoung for a "better angle." The lights flashed, searing purple spots into her vision. She felt the urge to reach out and steady Nayoung or perhaps to push her down. Still and all, as the cameras lingered on them, Naimei smiled brightly at her. She leaned in just enough to look like a sisterly secret for the fans. "Try to keep your eyes open, Nayoung-ah," Naimei whispered, the sweetness in her a cut of ice. "The flash is a bit much when you've spent so many months in the shade, isn't it?"

[hdnaimei]

FT. (OPEN STARTER) 🌷

The lake bates its breath. Lantern-light fractures into a thousand quiet moons, each one bowing where she stands, white upon water. Xue-lan's voice transcends through the mist, a thread at first, then drawn taut between heaven and earth. She sings them an old song — of frost, of a woman who swallowed the moon and forgot the sun — and the court, eager and gilded, hears only what it has come to hear: purity. Harmony. Her voice falls like fine snow over lacquered smiles, and whispers bloom into praise. This is beauty, they think. This is stillness.

But stillness is a discipline, not a truth. One note bends (barely) and the night, faithless, petty thing, answers her wrong. A string trembles. A pulse missteps. She hears it all, every fracture dressed as music, and beneath it something older listens back, familiar as a shadow of a stranger at night. She gathers it, the flaw, the falter, the almost, and cups it neatly into herself. Her voice smooths the world. The water stills. The illusion does not break and applause soon follows, restrained and glittering, admiration paraded as diplomacy. Above it all, she remains offered, never given.

She leaves the water without ripple, until she stands just beyond the reach of watching eyes. There, Xuelan turns to one guest and her smile is a careful wonder, all grace yet no warmth. "Tell me," she says softly, as if confiding a secret rather than a fault, "when something is perfect, do you ever wonder what it is hiding?"

[hdnaimei]

FILED: EVENTS -> CO-ED PROJECT MEETING

"A-Ma, please," Naimei, sharp, and weary, held the phone with a manicured grip that suggested she was born to hold a scepter. The heater in the back of the Maybach hummed, but it couldn't touch the chill settling in Naimei's marrow. She adjusted the collar of her vintage fur; inherited from a Shanghai socialite in the 1940s or something.

"Naimei, don't use business school terms to mask a lapse in judgment," her mother's voice dripped with that high-society disdain everyone 'loved.' "If you want a band, your father will buy you a studio in London. You don't need to share a practice room with boys." Naimei's remained eyes fixed on the silver-stamped folder on her lap. She thought of Lee Seung-ho's gaze during the briefing (dissecting the room’s ROI) and Takada Miru, whose quiet elegance always reminded Naimei of the girls she'd grown up with at boarding school.

"It's not the same, A-Ma. This is about a monopoly on the narrative," Naimei countered, "I have to go. Uncle Chen is on the other line with the legal addendums." She lied and cut the call before the inevitable lecture on "family face" could resume.

She didn't call an uncle. She FaceTimed a contact labeled Counsel (London) — the family's primary international fixer. The screen flickered to life, showing a man in a bespoke suit that probably cost more than a trainee's yearly dorm rent. "Naimei. I've reviewed the ATLAS clauses," he said without preamble. "It's a three-month window, fairly simple and you're already active in the company. Technically, it's a very low-risk, but socially? It's a gamble. Your mother is already calling the board of directors to see if she can 'influence' the lineup. She says two of them don't come from affluent families."

Naimei looked at her reflection in the tinted glass. "Tell her to stay out of it," Naimei wanted to say but, "Interesting." was how she ended the call. She tucked the folder under her arm, and stepped out into the biting Seoul wind. The sliding doors of HYDRA Labels recognized her instantly, but the biometric scanner for the upper floors letting her through is what shocked her. The elevator ride naturally became a silent ascent through the clouds.

She walked past the ATLAS assistant — who looked like she wanted to check Naimei’s credentials but didn't dare ask — and reached the mahogany desk. She placed the folder down with a soft, authoritative thud. The signature on the final page was a flourished, ink-heavy statement of intent.

"Song Naimei," the manager noted, looking up. "You're the third one today." Naimei didn't ask who the others were. She simply smoothed the fur of her coat, turned on her heel, and walked away. The signature on that final page was statement enough.

[hdseungho]

waiting for the credits to roll —

written for song naimei (@hdnaimei) ♡

look, he isn't saying the universe is a jukebox, but they've definitely just hit the part of the night where the needle skips and suddenly everything feels high-stakes and rather cinematic. it's that weird, blurry 3:00 am energy where the cheap beer tastes like actual champagne and every street corner in the city feels like a set piece waiting for them to mess it up. there's this specific brand of messy that only happens when the party dies down and it's just strays left behind, wandering toward a 24-hour diner like they're on some holy pilgrimage for pork belly. seungho wants to tell naimei something profound, something that sounds like a b-side track, but he'll probably just end up asking if she wants to split the soju or beer and hoping the silence between them feels more like a bridge than a wall.

he's more than okay with either. he stops under a flickering streetlight, the cold air finally cutting through the adrenaline as he thinks about the press release hitting the trades in a few months. he looks at her, and finally breaks the silence. "so," he says, his voice a little lower than before, "now that it's actually happening… how are you feeling about the debut news? are you ready for a co-ed group?"

[hdnaimei]

Naimei watched the streetlamp stutter, a dying heartbeat in a city that refused to sleep. The light spilled across the asphalt in oily, iridescent pools, mimicking the way her own nerves felt — slick and shimmering and dangerously close to a spill. There was a geometry to Seoul at late hours, a collection of harsh angles that helped focus her thoughts. A co-ed group was a pretty idea, or perhaps just beautifully reckless. She liked the danger of it, the way it invited the kind of public scrutiny most girls shy away from. It felt the way cold air bites at her throat: a reminder that she was still breathing.

In other news, she could tell from the way Seungho held his shoulders that he was walking on eggshells... Good. She liked him better when he was careful, when he treated the space between them like a gallery of glass art. "It's just noise," her tongue clicked, softly coating the frosty air. "Until we make it art." It was the kind of line that belonged in a screenplay, the sort of thing people said right before the credits rolled or the world ended. She turned toward the honeyed glow of the diner, her silhouette a sharp inkblot against the encroaching street lights.

[hdnaimei]

[ ARCHIVE 1805 ] LOCATION: Hanyang, Korea | Sub-Level Pulleys STATUS: Submerged in Politics

🍃 SECTION I — Identity

Name: Bai Xue-Lan (白雪蘭), White Snow Orchid

Clan: House of Moon. Daughter of the Imperial Priesthood; you are a "Living Relic" from the forbidden peaks of the Qing Empire.

The Reputation: Rumor has it that your mother, a High Priestess, fed you crushed pearls and glacial water to keep your heart from stopping. She fears you are a harbinger of a long winter and kept your youth sequestered with 7 (Buddhist) nuns.

🦋 SECTION II — Aura

Color: Like a moon-rise. An absent glow to the untrained eye. A terrifying white of a mourning shroud or a sudden fog on a mountain pass.

Trigger: Your mother told you that in your previous life, you lived to sing, and write poetry. Now, when a gayageum string snaps or a singer goes off pitch, your "stillness" cracks.

The Interpretation: The Matchmakers believe your white aura signifies absolute purity, the ultimate "harmony" for a high-ranking nobleman. But it's not that you are pure, is it? You are so terrified of your own aura that you have become winter.

🌷 SECTION III — The Heart

Arrangement: You have been offered as a spiritual match for the King's youngest brother to stabilize the border. You are searching for a way to break the engagement without starting a war.

Memory: You remember the smell of ozone before a stage lift rises. You remember the feeling of heavy bass vibrating in your marrow, a sensation you try to replicate by standing too close to the ceremonial drums of the Pavilion.

The Scandal: Court ladies whisper that back in the Middle Kingdom, you weren't just guarding the temple; you let a Shadow in. It is whispered that you will fall into a deep sleep after this season unless a prince's kiss breaks the curse.

[glycerols]

[hdnaimei]

caught mid-pause

FT. @hdmiru

naimei almost misses her.

she's half on her phone, half drifting, when something familiar pulls at her attention - not loud, not flashy, just steady. she looks up and blinks once.

oh.

miru.

she slows without really thinking about it, phone slipping into her pocket as she turns. miru's a few steps away, dressed low-key, posture straight like she's always got somewhere to be even if she doesn't. she looks calm. grounded. like the kind of person who notices everything but doesn’t feel the need to announce it.

naimei smiles, small and surprised. "hey," she says, a little lighter than usual. "this is… not where i expected to see you."

she shifts her weight, glancing around briefly, then back to miru - like she's making sure she's not imagining things. there's a beat where she just looks at her, curiosity plain instead of sharp.

"are you on your way somewhere, or did we just accidentally pick the same spot at the same time?"

her head tilts, expression easy, open.

"either way," she adds, almost amused, "hi. didn't think i'd run into you out here."

[kpoppiethings]

[hdnaimei]

ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ'ꜱ ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴄʏ 👻

FT. @hdseungho

naimara is late. she's always late. but seungho is the kind of demon who can wait through centuries and still look annoyed when you're five minutes behind, so the more she stalls, of course. the old warehouse is exactly where he said it would be. rotting, windows like missing teeth. she pushes the door open with two fingers, casual as a black cat. "wow," she calls into the dark, "you look great for a creature who prefers to haunt oligarch boardrooms." his white eye burns through the dim. no pupils, no warmth, just that bleached gaze she remembers too vividly.

she’d seen those eyes before. barely thirteen, barefoot on carpet too soft for their income bracket at the time. her magic still dormant, her senses soft, malleable and human, yet she'd felt her skull crack inside when he turned toward her. his skull-like face wasn’t hidden then, no glamour to spare her. her father's own voice had trembled behind closed doors. and after that visit… the family fortune grew teeth.

she shakes off the memory like dust. tonight isn't about the past.

tonight is about the little velvet pouch tucked inside her jacket and the even more illegal package she intends to walk away with. alchemical contraband so potent even seungho the perfect pretends it doesn't exist. "I brought attitude," she shoots back, stepping further into the dark. "payment is optional."

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[hdnaimei]

"𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮? 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮…"