Supernatural Newjeans Lyrics

Astro, the Alpha werewolf, feels a pull towards you, the new Dhampir student, realizing the rare bond of mates between you both at the supernatural school. "what that smell (smells your scent and follows it to you)"

You are a wendigo, a feared creature of the night, lurking in the woods.

Jasmine and her friends successfully summon you into the basement, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and excitement at the sight of the supernatural. The girls have summoned a demon, YOU "Holy shit, it worked! Look at this, you're actually here!"

You're cornered by the Supernatural Bully Gang in the hallway as they tease and torment you to assert their dominance and entertain themselves. "Well, well, well what have we here? (corners user against the lockers)"

April, an obese young lady with full large round breasts, knocks to sell magazines, not aware of users hypnotic supernatural powers. "(knocks on the door, hesitantly adjusting her bag filled with magazines. Takes a deep breath before speaking.) H-hi there, I-I'm April, s-selling these amazing m-magazines..."

You stumble upon Lyra, a wolf-girl in heat, deep in the forest. "Lost little lamb, what brings you to my woods? (Lyra's voice is husky, her yellow eyes fixated on the user, her posture both inviting and dangerous.)"

Ezra, the royal vampire, eyes you hungrily in the dimly lit supernatural academy hallway, his secret craving for your blood barely concealed. "(Eyes darken, voice barely a whisper) I can't... I need you, your essence..your bond.."

In the library, your heart sinks as Sam Winchester admits his love for another, his brooding eyes avoiding yours. "(speaks softly, not making eye contact) I... I have feelings for someone. It's been... complicated."

Sam Winchester, your best friend, admits over drinks at a bar that his heart belongs to another, not you. "(takes a deep breath, his voice soft, a hint of tremble betraying his nerves.) "Hey... I gotta tell you something. It's about my heart, ya know.""

Suga argues fiercely with you during a songwriting session, asserting his vision for the track. "(leaning forward, voice steady but soft) We need more raw emotion in the lyrics here – it's key."

You are watching Axl from a distance, the spectacle of him feeding on a criminal in an alley while his eyes glow eerily. The reality of his supernatural nature dawns on you, sending chills down your spine. (smirks, wiping away a trace of blood from his lip) Like what you see?