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Create a stylized comic-book sequence set inside a crowded goth nightclub in New York City at night, with neon blue, violet, and magenta lighting, dark alternative fashion, a lively dance floor, and expressive cinematic framing. The art should feel like a unique Catman comic style: dynamic, drawn, expressive, slightly manga-influenced, modern superhero/indie comic aesthetic, not photorealistic. Characters Jérémy “Jey” Lefebvre 24 years old, 5'6", compact/slim athletic build, chestnut brown hair (not shaved/bald), green-blue eyes, light moustache/goatee/stubble, youthful face, visible skeletal hand tattoo, black rectangular glasses, black stylish club outfit (dark shirt, black pants, boots, chain). He looks playful, a bit nervous, flirty, and genuinely happy. Maya Very attractive goth woman, black messy wolfcut (slightly longer), black lipstick, dark eye makeup, choker, graceful and confident, striking eyes, very expressive. Cass Glamorous and curvy, femme-fatale vibe, playful, dramatic, known for a cute exaggerated scrunched facial expression. Erin Cute, witty, classic goth style, observant, dark hair, neat eyeliner, small nose ring, silver jewelry. Comic sequence content Scene 1 — playful dance and flirting Show Jey dancing with Maya, Cass, and Erin in the club. The group is joking and teaching him dance moves. Jey jokes: “I think I’m pretty courageous for having walked toward three VERY intimidating goth women.” Then: “My mom told me not to talk to strangers, but I made an exception for you!” Erin laughs/groans. Cass jokes that he must practice those lines. Maya smiles, amused. Then Maya says: “Good exception.” Final panel of this section: Maya, smiling, says: “I was considering coming over earlier.” Cass and Erin react dramatically in the background. Scene 2 — immediate continuation, fun teasing Show the group still dancing close together. Jey lights up and jokingly answers Maya: “Why would you even want to do that?” He mimics Cass’s scrunched face in a playful way. Maya laughs. Cass says her face is copyrighted or reacts playfully. Maya gives Jey a teasing once-over and says: “You looked interesting.” Then adds: “And then you started dancing.” The group chemistry should feel funny, flirty, and natural. Scene 3 — softer intimate moment Continue seamlessly into a slightly more emotionally intimate exchange while music and dancing continue. Cass makes her exaggerated cute face-scrunch again. Jey jokes: “It’s not fair, I don’t have makeup so I can’t look cute while doing it. I lose.” Cass reacts smugly, Erin laughs. Jey turns toward Maya, checks the time briefly, and says: “I feel like I’ve known you for a lot longer than an hour, which is honestly a little terrifying.” Maya’s teasing expression softens. She replies: “Yeah… actually. That’s kinda weird.” Then she says: “We skipped the part where you’re supposed to ask what music I like and pretend you remember my job. Instead you bought us drinks, started making terrible jokes, and somehow we’re already bullying each other.” Final panel: Maya gives Jey a light shoulder bump and says softly: “But I know what you mean.” Visual / emotional notes Strong nightclub atmosphere, moving crowd, neon light, dancing bodies, expressive faces. Emphasize chemistry between Jey and Maya, but keep Erin and Cass lively and present. Show Cass as funny and performative, Erin as witty and observant, Maya as graceful, teasing, and increasingly warm. Jey should look like he is having one of the happiest nights of his life. Keep body language believable and full of motion. Make the paneling dynamic and cinematic.
CHAPTER: “STRAY KIDS / END OF REHEARSAL DAY” ⸻ The studio lights dimmed slowly as the rehearsal finally wrapped up. Music faded out. The echo of beats still lingered in the wooden floor, like it didn’t want to leave yet. Water bottles were scattered. Towels draped over shoulders. Sneakers squeaked lightly as everyone shifted out of performance mode. ⸻ Bang Chan stood near the control panel, checking the final notes on the session. His expression was calm but focused, already thinking ahead to the next schedule. “Good work today,” he said simply. ⸻ Lee Know stretched lightly near the mirror, adjusting his jacket. “Could’ve been cleaner on the second run,” he added, half-joking. ⸻ Changbin wiped sweat from his forehead, grinning. “Still better than yesterday.” ⸻ Hyunjin leaned against the wall, hair slightly damp, catching his breath. “It’s getting there.” ⸻ Han was scrolling through his notes, already humming a melody. “I think we should adjust the bridge again.” ⸻ Felix sat on the floor, smiling softly as he tied his shoes. “Energy felt good though.” ⸻ Seungmin picked up his water bottle, glancing at everyone. “We’re getting too chaotic in the chorus.” ⸻ I.N stood slightly apart, hoodie loose, dark hair falling over his forehead. He nodded quietly as he listened to the group talk. “It’s improving,” he said softly. “We just need one more clean run.” ⸻ Stray Kids naturally drifted together as they always did—voices overlapping, ideas bouncing, teasing mixed with focus. Bang Chan clapped once. “Alright. Wrap it up. Rest tonight. We go again tomorrow.” ⸻ Groans, laughs, agreement. ⸻ Felix stood up. “I’m starving.” ⸻ Changbin immediately pointed. “You’re always starving.” ⸻ Hyunjin smiled. “That’s his talent.” ⸻ Han laughed. “It’s consistent at least.” ⸻ Seungmin shook his head. “Let’s just go.” ⸻ Lee Know adjusted his bag. “Finally.” ⸻ I.N checked his phone as they started heading out. A message from Lisa still sat at the top. “Done for today?” He smiled slightly and replied: “Just finished. Heading home.” ⸻ Bang Chan glanced over. “Someone waiting?” ⸻ I.N didn’t look up. “Yeah.” ⸻ Chan nodded knowingly. “Good.” ⸻ ⸻ The group stepped out into the night together. Cool air. City lights. Another day completed. Stray Kids moved like one unit even off stage—laughter returning as they walked, tired but satisfied. ⸻ And behind them— the studio doors closed. Not an ending. Just a pause before the next beginning. ⸻ End of Chapter.
A planet made of metal
Panel 1 wide Photo 1 is a young girl with blonde hair and hazel green eyes A red design shirt a long skirt down to her knees black hair in pigtails 4’3 walking the a beautiful castle with knights in blue and gold armor Panel 2 split Photo 1 walks to the dining room where the table has food all over it at the table is her father a brown hair man with blue eyes wearing a black 1789 black suit and red vest with a pocket watch chain hanging out her mother is in a beautiful dress green and white with all white gloves green eyes and red lipstick light green mascara under her eyes next panel photo 1 saying hello mother and father.. the father says take a seat darling smiling gently Panel 3 wide A maid’s come in to help photo 1 to her seat picking her up
Panel 1 wide Photo 4 outside the castle walls night has fallen standing outside the portal on the ground as it full turns golden and white something coming out Panel 2 split Photo 1 ,2 & 3 top half of there bodies come out of the portal of golden light photo 1 wearing his new suit bright blue and gold armor with a police badge photo 2 a bright blue and white halo above her head photo 3 saying finally as they exits the portal to the courtyard of the castle in the night Panel 4 wide Photo 4 crying saying you guys made wiping her eyes Panel 3 wide
(Panel 1 wide photo 1 rushing over to photo 3 who is being helped to her feet by photo 4 saying I’m fine I’m fine!!! As they are surrounded by Ice in the garden of the castle) Panel 2 split in 3 Photo 2 saying so is anyone going to tell me what’s going on photo 1 looking irritated saying if you was here you’d know!!! Photo 3 saying it’s ok guys no need to be upset with each other. (Looking at photo 2 saying) TJ was possessed by a spirit we had to fight him it didn’t look good for us! Panel 3 wide Photo 2 saying where are they now photo 3 pointing to a dark circle with red lightning going through it surrounded by ice Panel 4 split photo 4 standing next to photo 3 with his brown pit-bull with a white patch on it’s chest and his massive black and red falcon flying near by saying I have to get stronger Panel 5 split 3 Photo 1 saying let me heal you Asia (to photo 3) photo 1 using his newly unlocked skill (blessing of the Paladin) maxing out all his MP then stumbling nearly falling photo 3 saying the fight must have been a hard one Panel 6 split Photo 3 being engulfed in golden light as her HP and MP goes up from photo 1 ability blessing of the paladin (photo 3 looking to photo 4 saying I have a suit made for you
a high school boy, who look exactly like solo leveling main character walk to school past the park with many cherry pink blossom on two sizes
المشهد الثاني الصورة الاولى المعلمة تودع الطفل قائلة: حسناً صغيري أراك الاسبوع المقبل.لايظهر وجه الطفل طفل ذكر فقط من الخلف الصورة الثانية الطفل الذكر ووالديه مغادرون الصورة الثالثة المعلمة ترفع يديها تتمطط متعبة وتقول اهه بقي علي مقابلة طفلة واحد فقط وانتهي الصورة الرابعه من الخلف والد ووالدة آيلا الاب يرتدي نظارات ويتخلل شعره خل بيضاء ولديه لحية وشنب الام شقراء جميلة قادمون الى الفصل بالممر الصورة الرابعة باب الفصل تقف عنده الطفلة آيلا ووالدها ووالدتها الصورة تكون على وجه الطفل فقط ووجهه خالي من التعابير الصورة الخامسه المعلمة مذهولة اجعل ترتيب الصور عمودياً
Blonde hair short shirt and blue skirt
Panel 1 wide Photo 2 outside the castle at night existing the golden portal saying damn I guess yall forgot all about me smiling Panel 2 split Photo 2 jumper to hug photo 2 as photo 3,&4 walking over say what happened in there and who is that woman next panel photo 2 saying it’s a long story photo 1 saying I’m just glad you all are safe and unharmed Panel 3 wide Photo 4 saying yall going have to answer to the king I’m leaving as he walks away Panel 4 split Photo 3 saying damn Sean it’s like that as photo 2 places a hand on photo 4 shoulder saying shit got crazy but where the hoes at I need hoes and a good drink after that next panel photo 3 laughs hard… but also saying I have to get stronger I couldn’t help at all this time Panel 4 wide Photo 1,2 huge again photo 1 saying I’ll have new suits ready by tomorrow photo 3 saying no rush but hurry up tho laughing
Got it — shifting tone to celebratory, relaxed post–business success, still manhwa-style. ⸻ CHAPTER: “SUCCESS IN SOFT LIGHT” ⸻ The moment the suite door clicked shut, the atmosphere changed. Not into silence. Into relief. ⸻ BLACKPINK had finally stepped out of schedules, meetings, and structured voices. And into their own space again. ⸻ The hotel suite was warm and spacious—floor-to-ceiling windows showing a glowing night skyline, soft golden lamps already turned on, and a quiet living area arranged like it was waiting for something personal to happen. A bottle of sparkling water sat chilled on the counter. Someone had already sent fruit platters. A handwritten note from the management team rested near the table: “Congratulations on a successful business trip.” ⸻ Jisoo was the first to exhale fully. She loosened the strap of her bag and set the folder down without perfect alignment this time—just enough to signal she was off duty. Her white tailored blouse had its sleeves rolled slightly now, no longer strict. Her dark wavy hair slipped free from its pins as she walked further inside, finally letting it fall naturally around her shoulders. She looked around once. Then smiled. Small. Real. “We did well.” ⸻ Jennie dropped onto the couch first like gravity had permission again. Her beige blazer came off in one smooth motion, revealing the fitted black top underneath. She kicked off her shoes gently, exhaling as if releasing an entire day through one breath. Her straight dark hair fell over her shoulders as she leaned back, phone forgotten for the first time in hours. “Finally,” she said, half-smiling. “A room that doesn’t want anything from us.” ⸻ Rosé walked to the window first. Blonde hair catching the skyline glow like soft gold threads. She slipped off her gray blazer, leaving her cream blouse slightly relaxed at the collar. She held onto the railing of the window for a second, just looking out. Then she smiled. “We finished everything.” Her voice was lighter than it had been all day. Like music returning after paperwork. ⸻ Lisa kicked off her sneakers near the entrance without even placing them neatly. Lisa Her brown hair was loosened fully now, strands falling freely around her face. She tugged off her cropped jacket and tossed it onto the couch without ceremony, rolling her shoulders like she was shaking off invisible choreography. Then she grinned. “We survived meetings without falling asleep. That’s a win.” ⸻ Jennie laughed first. Short. Real. Then Rosé followed. Then even Jisoo let out a soft, rare laugh. ⸻ It wasn’t loud like a stage. It didn’t need to be. ⸻ Jisoo walked to the table, picking up the fruit platter. “This is probably celebration food.” She looked at it. “…or reward food.” ⸻ Jennie raised an eyebrow. “It’s definitely ‘we didn’t burn the strategy deck’ food.” ⸻ Rosé sat on the arm of the couch, legs tucked slightly, blonde hair spilling over her shoulder. “I think we should call it ‘we did everything and didn’t argue too much’ food.” ⸻ Lisa pointed at her. “That’s inaccurate. We did argue.” ⸻ Jennie nodded. “But productively.” ⸻ Jisoo added calmly. “With structure.” ⸻ A pause. Then all four looked at each other. And burst into a second round of laughter. ⸻ This one lingered longer. ⸻ The room finally felt like theirs. Not a meeting room. Not a hallway. Not a schedule. Just a shared space where success could sit down with them. ⸻ Rosé opened the balcony door slightly. Cool air drifted in. “Should we go out there?” ⸻ Jennie groaned lightly. “No. I refuse to be philosophical on a balcony tonight.” ⸻ Lisa immediately stood. “I’m going.” ⸻ Jisoo followed without hesitation. ⸻ Rosé smiled. “…I guess I’m going too.” ⸻ Jennie stared at them. Then sighed dramatically. “Fine.” ⸻ Five seconds later, they were all outside. City lights stretching endlessly in front of them like a quiet reward. ⸻ No stage. No audience. No conference tables. Just four women leaning against a balcony railing, letting the night finally feel like it belonged to them. ⸻ Jisoo spoke softly. “We finished it well.” ⸻ Jennie nodded. “We did.” ⸻ Rosé closed her eyes for a moment, blonde hair moving slightly in the wind. “We should do this more often.” ⸻ Lisa smirked. “Business trips?” ⸻ Rosé opened her eyes. “Winning them.” ⸻ Silence followed. But it wasn’t empty. It was satisfied. ⸻ Somewhere behind them, the room stayed warm. Somewhere ahead of them, the city kept glowing. And for the first time that day— nothing needed to be planned. Only felt.
Book 3: Roast Rhythm & Rival Hearts — New Secrets Chapter 4: Behind the Spotlight Months had passed… ⸻ Life had changed completely. ⸻ They weren’t just college students anymore. They were now living the dream they had always chased. ⸻ They were K-pop idols. ⸻ The New Chapter ⸻ Jennie stood backstage after a huge performance. Her shoulder-length red hair was styled perfectly, with a bold stage outfit: a black leather jacket, sparkling accessories, and a powerful look that matched her savage DJ queen image. On stage… She was fearless. ⸻ Lisa had become known for her incredible dancing and stage presence. Her long natural black hair flowed as she performed. She wore a stylish black-and-white performance outfit with boots, looking confident and energetic. ⸻ Rosé had her own signature style. Her shoulder-length rose-pink hair stood out under the stage lights. She wore an elegant but edgy outfit, mixing her soft personality with her powerful performer side. ⸻ Jisoo looked graceful as always. Her light brown hair framed her face beautifully. She wore a classy stage outfit with elegant details that matched her calm confidence. ⸻ Together… They were still the same four girls. Just on a much bigger stage. ⸻ Across the Industry ⸻ Stray Kids were also living their dream. ⸻ Felix stood backstage after a performance. His blonde hair with a red peekaboo streak underneath was styled perfectly. He wore a dark stage outfit with silver details, looking completely different from the nervous boy who once practiced asking Jennie to a dance. ⸻ Han had his natural black hair styled casually. He wore a comfortable but stylish outfit, bringing his funny and energetic personality everywhere. ⸻ Hyunjin had black hair with a silver streak, giving him a dramatic and unforgettable stage look. ⸻ I.N. had his bright orange hair, standing out wherever he went. ⸻ Everyone had grown. ⸻ Everyone had changed. ⸻ Except… Some feelings were still unfinished. ⸻ Jennie’s Breaking Point ⸻ After the concert… The crowd was still cheering outside. Everyone was celebrating. ⸻ But Jennie quietly walked away. ⸻ Lisa noticed. ⸻ “Jennie?” ⸻ No answer. ⸻ Rosé followed her. ⸻ “Something’s wrong.” ⸻ Jisoo closed the dressing room door behind them. ⸻ Jennie stood in front of the mirror. ⸻ For years… She had been the savage one. The one who roasted everyone. The one who acted like nothing could hurt her. ⸻ But tonight… She couldn’t keep pretending. ⸻ Lisa stepped closer. ⸻ “Jennie.” ⸻ “You don’t have to act tough with us.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Then Jennie finally broke. ⸻ “I hate this.” ⸻ Rosé looked worried. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ Jennie sat down. ⸻ “I thought becoming an idol would fix everything.” ⸻ “I thought if I was busy enough…” ⸻ “If I was successful enough…” ⸻ “I wouldn’t think about the things I lost.” ⸻ Jisoo sat beside her. ⸻ “Felix.” ⸻ Jennie looked away. ⸻ She didn’t deny it. ⸻ “I moved on.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “At least I tried to.” ⸻ Lisa hugged her. ⸻ “You don’t have to be okay every second.” ⸻ Jennie wiped her eyes. ⸻ “I hate crying.” ⸻ Rosé smiled softly. ⸻ “We know.” ⸻ “I hate that you guys are right.” ⸻ Jisoo laughed. ⸻ “That is the most Jennie thing you’ve said today.” ⸻ A small smile appeared. ⸻ Just a little. ⸻ The Girls ⸻ Lisa squeezed her hand. ⸻ “No matter how famous we get…” ⸻ “We’re still us.” ⸻ Rosé nodded. ⸻ “The same girls who sat in a dorm room talking about the future.” ⸻ Jisoo smiled. ⸻ “And the same girls who survived Jennie’s insults.” ⸻ Jennie looked offended. ⸻ “I was not that bad.” ⸻ All three stared at her. ⸻ “Okay.” ⸻ “Maybe a little.” ⸻ They laughed. ⸻ Because behind the cameras… Behind the music… Behind the fame… ⸻ They were still best friends. ⸻ And Jennie finally remembered: Even the strongest performers need a place where they can stop performing. ⸻ To Be Continued…
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 with white socks and her glasses off. Photo 3 is wearing the outfit in photo 4 with black backpack on his back with the strap on 1 side. Panel shows photo 1 sitting in the living room a luxury apartment surrounded by windows the show a beautiful sunset outside. Photo 1 then looks over at the front door has she hears a knock. Photo 1 walks over to open the front door, as she does photo 3 is standing at the door with his hands in his pockets looking down at photo 1(because photo 3 is taller) with an imitating handsome expression. Panel shows photo 1 looking up at photo 3 mesmerized as she is close to him. Photo 3 then says without changing his expression “Hey.” Panel shows photo 1 and photo 3 are sitting on the couch working in their laptops. Photo 1 then says with a shy blushed red face “ Do you want a snack or something to drink?” Photo 3 smiles handsomely and says “No, but thanks.” Photo 3 then ask in a serious face “Mei, so are you seeing anyone?” with his face looking at his computer. Photo 1 face then becomes shocked as she responds “Why would you ask that?” “ I mean I’m not but why would you ask that?” Photo 3 then smirks handsomely and says “I just wanna make sure I’m not being inappropriate with another guys girl.”
Photo 1 is wearing a red striped shirt, white knee length lounge pants and white socks. (Panel shows photo 1 sitting in his luxury bedroom surrounded by windows and decorated in grey furniture) Photo 1 is laying in bed with his phone send a ❤️ to a girl named Michelle on instagram who he has been talking to. (Panel shows the phone and iMessages with Michelle) Photo 1 then thinks with a serious expression “Mei, my baby Mei. Do you miss Kang Micheol?” “Because Kang Micheol missed you.” (Panel shows photo 1 handsome smirky while looking in the distance.) Photo 2 is wearing a grey long sleeve shirt, black sweats and black socks. (Panel shows photo 1 sitting in an extended black arm chair with his feet up.) (The arm chair is facing away from the window) Photo 1 is reading a book with his hand against his head holding it up. Photo 1 then thinks “Beom Sue, that has a nice ring to it.” while smirking handsomely. Photo 3 is stading behind photo 3 putting away black shoes.
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2. Photo 1 is laying on a bed in a bedroom decorated for a girl. Photo 1 is scrolling on intstagram. Photo 1 then gets a new follower notification from photo 3 with the profile name “Taeha Beom”. Photo 1 then looks at the profile of photo 3. (Panel shows close up of the phone. The profile show photos of photo 3 in places like dark living rooms, it shows food and it all his photos he is wearing a black suit. Photo 1 thinks “Seems like black is his favorite color” Photo 1 then sends a message to photo 3 that says “ Hey 👋🏻 “ Panel cuts to photo 3 sitting in the living of a luxury apartment with black furniture. Photo 3 is wearing a black t-shirt, grey pants and black socks. Photo 3 is smirking handsomely. Photo 3 then replies “Hey 👋🏻”
Got it 💗 I’ll keep it as a sweet high school romance — more about friendship, crushes, and emotions, age-appropriate. Chapter 9: Mixed Feelings A few days had passed at Seoul Arts High School. Things were changing. ⸻ Jennie and I.N were now officially together as a couple. Jennie, with her long black hair and confident personality, seemed happier than ever. She was still the popular student everyone knew, but now people got to see her softer side too. I.N, with his black hair and gentle smile, was slowly becoming more comfortable at the school. He wasn’t the new kid anymore. He had friends. He had a place there. ⸻ Lisa tried to focus on what mattered. Dance. Practice. The performance. Her long brown hair was tied back as she practiced in the studio after school. She kept repeating the same moves. Not because she needed to. Because dancing helped her clear her mind. ⸻ Rosé walked in with her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. “You’re still practicing?” Lisa smiled. “Just a little longer.” Rosé sat down. “You know you don’t have to be okay every second.” Lisa looked at her. “I know.” A small pause. “I’m happy for them.” Rosé smiled softly. “I know you are.” ⸻ The next day, I.N noticed Lisa was quieter. Not sad. Just different. During practice, he walked over. “Hey, Lisa.” She turned. “Yeah?” “You’ve been working really hard.” Lisa smiled. “Thanks.” “I just wanted to say… I hope you’re taking care of yourself too.” Lisa looked surprised. Then she laughed. “You sound like Chan.” I.N laughed too. “Maybe that’s a good thing.” ⸻ Across the room, Jennie saw them talking. She didn’t get upset. She just smiled. She knew Lisa and I.N were friends. And she trusted them. ⸻ Later, the group practiced together. Lisa danced. Rosé sang. Jennie helped with ideas. I.N played music. Chan organized everything. For a moment, everything felt normal again. ⸻ Lisa realized something. Even if feelings were complicated… their friendship mattered too. And sometimes… the strongest relationships start with simply caring about someone.
At Seoul Arts High School, there were always people everyone talked about. And one of them was Jennie. Jennie was one of the most popular girls in school. She had long black hair, a stylish look, and a confident personality that made people notice her wherever she went. She was talented, smart, and had a natural charm that made people want to be around her. But even though everyone knew her… Not everyone knew the real Jennie. The Jennie who laughed loudly with her friends. The Jennie who cared more than she admitted. ⸻ When Jennie walked into the hallway, students immediately noticed. “Jennie’s here.” “She looks so cool.” “She’s always so confident.” Jennie smiled politely and kept walking. She was used to it. ⸻ Meanwhile, Lisa and Rosé were showing I.N around the school. Lisa’s brown hair moved as she pointed toward different classrooms. “That’s the dance studio.” Rosé, with her blonde hair and soft smile, pointed ahead. “And that’s the music room. You’ll probably spend a lot of time there.” I.N laughed. “Probably.” He was starting to feel comfortable. ⸻ Then Jennie walked over. “Hey.” Lisa smiled. “Jennie!” Rosé waved. “This is I.N.” Jennie looked at him. The new student everyone had been talking about. “I heard you’re good at music.” I.N looked surprised. “You heard?” Jennie smiled. “People talk.” He laughed. “Is that a good thing?” “Usually.” ⸻ Over the next few days, Jennie and I.N started spending more time together. At first, it was small things. Studying together. Talking after class. Sharing music ideas. I.N noticed something about Jennie. She wasn’t just the popular girl everyone saw. She was actually funny. She was kind. And she understood what it felt like to have people watching you all the time. ⸻ One afternoon, I.N was sitting in the music room, struggling with a song. Jennie walked in. “Still working on it?” He looked up. “Yeah. I can’t get the melody right.” Jennie sat beside him. “Play it again.” He did. She smiled. “I like it.” “Really?” “Yeah. It sounds like you.” I.N smiled. “Thanks.” For some reason, hearing that from Jennie meant a lot. ⸻ From outside the room, Lisa and Rosé watched. Lisa whispered, “They’re getting close.” Rosé smiled. “Yeah.” And neither of them noticed… That something new was slowly starting.
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked
Chapter 37 – The Countdown to Graduation The announcement appeared on every hallway screen. “Graduation Ceremony: Two Weeks Away.” ⸻ The entire school changed overnight. Suddenly… Everyone was talking about memories. Photos. Last performances. Future plans. ⸻ Jennie stood in the hallway staring at the announcement. Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves, and she wore a black oversized jacket, a white top, baggy jeans, and her favorite boots. For once… She wasn’t making a joke. ⸻ Felix noticed. His black hair was slightly messy, and he wore his varsity jacket, black shirt, athletic pants, and sneakers. “You okay?” Jennie looked at him. “Yeah.” A pause. “Just weird.” “What?” “Everything.” ⸻ Felix looked at the graduation poster. “I know.” “It feels like yesterday we couldn’t stand each other.” Jennie smirked. “You couldn’t stand me.” Felix laughed. “You roasted me every five seconds.” “You deserved it.” ⸻ Han suddenly appeared. His messy brown hair was covered by a graduation cap he wasn’t supposed to be wearing yet. “I heard emotional conversations.” Everyone groaned. ⸻ Lisa walked over laughing. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was tied back, and she wore a casual black jacket with cargo pants. “Why are you wearing that?” Han looked proud. “I’m preparing.” “For what?” “My future as the best graduate.” “We haven’t graduated yet.” “Details.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. Her lavender hair fell over her shoulders, and she wore a soft sweater and jeans. “He’s been practicing his graduation speech.” Jisoo looked concerned. Her red hair was tied neatly, and she wore a cream sweater with black pants. “How long is it?” Han looked away. “…Forty minutes.” Everyone: “No.” ⸻ Hyunjin arrived dramatically. His blond hair was perfectly styled, and he wore a black sweater with layered necklaces. “Graduation is the end of one era…” Everyone stared. “And the beginning of another.” Han nodded. “Exactly.” Jennie whispered to Felix: “They are both dramatic.” Felix whispered back: “Extremely.” ⸻ Later that day… The group practiced for the ceremony. ⸻ Jennie was helping organize the music. Felix was helping with the sports awards. Han was somehow distracting everyone. ⸻ “Han.” “What?” “Why are you spinning in the graduation chair?” “Testing durability.” “Why?” “In case I become too successful.” ⸻ Jennie shook her head. “You are impossible.” Han smiled. “Thank you.” ⸻ After practice… Jennie and Felix stayed behind. The empty auditorium was quiet. Rows of chairs filled the room. The stage lights were on. ⸻ Felix looked around. “Can’t believe we’re almost done.” Jennie nodded. “Yeah.” ⸻ He smiled. “You know…” “What?” “If we met on the first day again…” “I would still roast you.” “I know.” “And you would still annoy me.” “I know.” ⸻ A small smile appeared on Jennie’s face. “But…” Felix looked at her. “But?” She looked away. “…I’m glad we met.” ⸻ Felix smiled. “Me too.” ⸻ A moment passed. Then… Jennie pointed at his outfit. “Your graduation suit better not look weird.” Felix blinked. “That was the moment you chose to roast me?” “Of course.” He laughed. “Never change.” ⸻ The auditorium lights turned off. They walked out together. Graduation was coming. A new chapter was beginning. But one thing was guaranteed… Even with diplomas… New futures… And everything changing… Jennie and Felix would still find a way to annoy each other.
Chapter 20 – The Worst Kept Secret The next morning… Jennie had one mission. Act normal. That was it. No smiling. No looking at Felix. No acting different. Simple. Except… It was impossible. ⸻ Jennie walked into the dorm kitchen. Her blonde hair was styled perfectly, and she wore a black oversized hoodie, baggy cargo pants, and black sneakers. She grabbed a drink. Everyone stared. ⸻ She stopped. “What?” Nobody answered. Jennie looked around. “Why is everyone looking at me?” ⸻ Han slowly put down his spoon. His messy brown hair was sticking up, and he wore an oversized green hoodie, black jeans, and white sneakers. “Interesting.” Jennie narrowed her eyes. “What does that mean?” “Nothing.” “Han.” “Absolutely nothing.” ⸻ Lisa walked in. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was perfectly styled. She wore a black bomber jacket, graphic shirt, cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. She looked between Jennie and Felix. Then smiled. “Oh.” Jennie immediately pointed. “No.” “I didn’t say anything.” “Your face did.” ⸻ Felix entered. His soft black hair was slightly messy, and he wore a black varsity jacket, white shirt, athletic pants, and basketball sneakers. The second Jennie saw him… She looked away. The second Felix saw her… He smiled. ⸻ Everyone noticed. Immediately. ⸻ Rosé walked in laughing. Her lavender hair fell over her oversized cardigan. She wore ripped jeans and white boots. “Oh no.” “What?” “They’re doing the thing.” Han nodded. “The thing.” Jennie looked confused. “What thing?” Jisoo smiled. Her dark red hair rested neatly over one shoulder. She wore a cream sweater, black pants, and ankle boots. “The thing where you pretend you don’t like each other.” ⸻ Jennie froze. “We don’t.” Felix answered at the same time. “We don’t.” Everyone stared. ⸻ Hyunjin entered dramatically. His blond hair was perfectly styled, and he wore an oversized sweater, black pants, layered necklaces, and clean sneakers. “Perfect synchronization.” Han sighed. “Please stop making everything sound like a drama.” ⸻ At school… It was even worse. Because apparently… The whole friend group had eyes. ⸻ In class, Jennie was trying to focus. The teacher was talking. The board was full of notes. Everything was normal. Until Felix passed her a note. She opened it. “You okay?” Jennie looked over. Felix smiled. She wrote back. “Why wouldn’t I be?” A few seconds later, another note came back. “Because you’re avoiding looking at me.” Jennie stared. Then wrote: “Because you’re distracting.” Felix smiled. “Good distracting?” Jennie paused. Then wrote: “Don’t push it.” ⸻ Han, sitting behind them, saw the notes. He leaned toward Lisa. “They’re literally flirting through homework.” Lisa smiled. “Should we tell them?” “No.” “Why?” “This is too funny.” ⸻ After class, Felix caught up with Jennie. “You know everyone knows something is different.” Jennie sighed. “They know everything.” “Probably.” “I hate that.” Felix smiled. “No you don’t.” Jennie looked at him. “You’re annoying.” “But?” She tried not to smile. “But…” She looked away. “You’re less annoying now.” ⸻ Felix laughed. “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said.” “Don’t get used to it.” “Too late.” ⸻ From across the hallway… Han watched them. “Do you think they’ll ever admit it?” Lisa shook her head. “No.” Rosé smiled. “But they don’t need to.” Jisoo nodded. “They already know.” ⸻ And that was the funniest part. Jennie and Felix spent months fighting. Roasting each other. Trying to prove they were nothing alike. But somehow… The person who annoyed them the most… Became the person they looked for first.
Chapter 34 – The Morning After The Chaos The next morning… The dorm was silent. Too silent. Which was always suspicious. ⸻ Jennie woke up slowly. Her blonde hair was completely messy, with strands sticking in every direction. She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds. Then… She remembered. ⸻ The celebration. The dancing. Han’s terrible speeches. Jisoo roasting everyone. Felix helping her back. ⸻ She sat up. “Oh no.” ⸻ A knock came at her door. “Jennie?” Felix. She immediately froze. “Why is Felix outside my room?” She opened the door slightly. ⸻ Felix stood there holding a drink and a bag of breakfast. His black hair was messy from sleeping, and he wore a black hoodie, gray sweatpants, and sneakers. “Morning.” Jennie stared. “Why are you being nice?” Felix looked confused. “Because it’s morning?” “Suspicious.” He laughed. “You think everything is suspicious.” “Because people are suspicious.” ⸻ Felix handed her the breakfast. “You didn’t eat much last night.” Jennie blinked. “You remembered that?” “Yeah.” She looked away. “You’re annoying.” “But?” She sighed. “…Thanks.” ⸻ Suddenly… A loud noise came from the living room. “NO ONE MOVE!” Han. Obviously. ⸻ Jennie and Felix walked out. And stopped. ⸻ The living room was a disaster. ⸻ Han sat on the couch wearing sunglasses indoors. His messy brown hair was somehow even messier. “I have made an important decision.” Lisa looked tired. Her ash-blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, and she wore an oversized hoodie. “What now?” “I am never dancing again.” Everyone stared. Then Han stood up. “Actually, I am dancing tonight.” Everyone groaned. ⸻ Rosé laughed. Her lavender hair was tied loosely, and she wore a cozy sweater. “He’s already changed his mind.” ⸻ Jisoo walked in. Her red hair was messy for once, and she wore a comfortable sweatshirt and jeans. “I have one question.” Everyone looked at her. “Why did Han try to teach a chair how to dance?” Silence. ⸻ Han pointed. “The chair had potential.” ⸻ The room exploded. Jennie laughed. Actually laughed. ⸻ Felix looked at her. “What?” She looked confused. “What?” “You laughed.” “So?” “You don’t usually laugh this much.” Jennie shrugged. “Maybe you guys are slightly less annoying than I thought.” ⸻ Everyone gasped. ⸻ Hyunjin entered dramatically. His blond hair was perfectly styled despite everything, and he wore a black sweatshirt and loose pants. “She has grown emotionally.” Han whispered: “Someone write this down.” ⸻ Jennie grabbed a pillow. “Don’t make this weird.” ⸻ Later… Everyone sat around eating breakfast. The conversation somehow returned to last night. ⸻ Han looked at Felix. “So.” Felix immediately knew. “No.” “I haven’t even asked.” “No.” ⸻ Han smiled. “Did you and Jennie have a moment?” Jennie and Felix both froze. ⸻ “No.” “Absolutely not.” They answered at the same time. Everyone laughed. ⸻ Lisa smiled. “You two are so obvious.” Jennie crossed her arms. “We are not.” Felix nodded. “Definitely not.” ⸻ Rosé looked at them. “You literally agreed at the same time.” Silence. ⸻ Han pointed. “Evidence.” ⸻ Jennie looked at Felix. “This is your fault.” “My fault?” “Yes.” “How?” “You exist.” Felix laughed. “That is still not a reason.” “It is a reason for you.” ⸻ Everyone laughed again. ⸻ But underneath all the teasing… Something had changed. Before, Jennie would have hated everyone noticing. Before, Felix would have avoided admitting anything. Now? They just laughed. Because maybe… They didn’t need to explain it. Maybe everyone already knew. ⸻ And the worst part? Han definitely knew. Which meant… They were never going to hear the end of it.
Chapter 15 – The School Festival Disaster The rumor was supposed to disappear. That was the plan. Unfortunately… The school had other plans. ⸻ The next morning, the hallway was covered with posters. ANNUAL SCHOOL FESTIVAL – THIS FRIDAY Everyone was excited. Everyone except Jennie. ⸻ Jennie walked through the hallway with her usual cool attitude. Her long black hair with soft curtain bangs framed her face. She wore a black cropped jacket over a graphic shirt, baggy cargo pants, black-and-white sneakers, and her silver headphones around her neck. She looked at the festival posters. “No.” ⸻ Lisa looked confused. Her long ash-blonde hair with bangs framed her face, and she wore a black bomber jacket, cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. “No what?” “No festival.” Lisa blinked. “It’s one of the biggest events of the year.” “Exactly.” “So?” “So everyone will be annoying.” ⸻ Han walked over. His messy brown hair was sticking up, and he wore an oversized green hoodie, black jeans, and white sneakers. “Correction.” Everyone looked at him. “Everyone will be annoying except me.” Jennie stared. “Especially you.” Han looked offended. “Wow.” ⸻ Rosé laughed. Her long lavender hair fell over her shoulders, and she wore an oversized cardigan, ripped jeans, and white boots. “You know you’ll have fun.” “No.” “You always say no.” “And I’m always right.” ⸻ Jisoo smiled. Her long dark red hair rested neatly over one shoulder. She wore a cream sweater, black pants, and ankle boots. “You’re going to participate.” Jennie looked shocked. “Why does everyone think that?” “Because we know you.” ⸻ Then Felix walked in. His soft black hair was slightly messy, and he wore his black varsity jacket, white T-shirt, black athletic pants, and basketball sneakers. He looked at the poster. “Festival?” Jennie immediately pointed. “No.” Felix smiled. “You didn’t even let me speak.” “I know what you’re going to say.” “What?” “You’re going to say basketball.” Felix paused. “…I was.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ Later that day, the teacher announced the festival assignments. “Every group will prepare an activity.” The class became excited. Then the teacher read: “Jennie and Felix will lead the main stage performance.” Silence. ⸻ Jennie: “No.” Felix: “Wait, what?” ⸻ Han immediately started laughing. “Oh, this is perfect.” Lisa smiled. “The universe is forcing them.” ⸻ Felix looked at Jennie. “So…” “No.” “You don’t even know what I was going to say.” “I know.” “You’re impossible.” “And you’re too confident.” ⸻ The problem was… They were actually a great team. Felix handled the crowd. Jennie handled the music. Together… They made the entire performance idea better than anyone expected. ⸻ After school, they stayed behind to practice. The gym was empty. Jennie connected her DJ equipment. Felix practiced his part. For once… They weren’t fighting. ⸻ Felix looked over. “You know…” “What?” “You’re really good at this.” Jennie looked suspicious. “Are you complimenting me?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because it’s true.” She looked away. “That’s weird.” “You don’t like compliments?” “I don’t know what to do with them.” Felix laughed. “That explains a lot.” ⸻ Jennie smiled. Then immediately pointed at him. “Don’t get comfortable.” “There she is.” ⸻ From outside the gym door… Han, Lisa, Rosé, Jisoo, and Hyunjin were watching. Han whispered: “They’re literally acting like a couple.” Lisa smiled. “But they’ll deny it.” Hyunjin placed a hand over his heart. “The slow burn continues.” Jisoo sighed. “It’s a school festival, not a drama.” ⸻ Inside… Jennie and Felix continued practicing. Still teasing. Still competing. Still pretending they didn’t care. But everyone else knew… The festival wasn’t going to be the only thing happening that week.
Book 2 – Chapter 23: The Worst Timing Ever The morning after… Everything was normal. ⸻ Well… Almost normal. ⸻ Jennie walked into the dorm kitchen wearing her usual black oversized hoodie, cargo pants, and boots. Her short dark bob was perfectly styled, giving her the same intimidating DJ queen energy. ⸻ Lisa was already there. Her Oreo-inspired haircut — mostly black with white strands — was tied back slightly. She wore a comfortable hoodie and leggings while making breakfast. ⸻ Lisa looked at Jennie. “You’re smiling.” ⸻ Jennie immediately stopped. “No, I’m not.” ⸻ “You were.” ⸻ “I was thinking.” ⸻ “About Felix?” ⸻ Jennie froze. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Lisa smiled. “That pause was a whole confession.” ⸻ Jennie grabbed a drink. “You talk too much.” ⸻ “That’s your way of saying yes.” ⸻ “That’s my way of saying you’re annoying.” ⸻ “Same thing.” ⸻ Jennie rolled her eyes. ⸻ Then… The door opened. ⸻ Jisoo walked in wearing a soft sweater and jeans. Her long blonde hair with lavender-pink tips was styled beautifully. Rosé followed behind her wearing a denim jacket and comfortable pants. Her short blonde Apatapate-inspired hair was slightly messy in a cute way. ⸻ Rosé looked between Lisa and Jennie. “What did we miss?” ⸻ Lisa pointed at Jennie. “She smiled.” ⸻ Everyone gasped dramatically. ⸻ Jennie stared. “Are you all done?” ⸻ “No,” Jisoo said immediately. ⸻ Jennie sighed. ⸻ “Traitors.” ⸻ Later – Practice Room ⸻ Everyone gathered for rehearsal. ⸻ Felix arrived. His blonde hair was slightly styled, and he wore a black hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. ⸻ Jennie looked at him. Just for a second. ⸻ A tiny smile. ⸻ Han saw it. Immediately. ⸻ “Oh.” ⸻ Everyone looked. ⸻ Han pointed. “Something is happening.” ⸻ Jennie turned. “Finish that sentence and regret it.” ⸻ Han stopped. ⸻ “Never mind.” ⸻ Hyunjin laughed. His red-tipped hair stood out as he adjusted his jacket. ⸻ “Han finally learned survival instincts.” ⸻ Han looked at him. “Don’t act like you’re safe.” ⸻ Felix tried not to smile. ⸻ Jennie noticed. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “Nothing.” ⸻ “Your face is suspicious.” ⸻ “My face?” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “How can my face be suspicious?” ⸻ “You’re Felix.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ The Weird Part ⸻ During practice… The music suddenly stopped. ⸻ Everyone looked at Jennie. ⸻ “What happened?” ⸻ Jennie checked the equipment. ⸻ “The cable is missing.” ⸻ Han raised his hand. “I might know why.” ⸻ Everyone looked at him. ⸻ “…Why?” ⸻ “I may have borrowed it.” ⸻ Jennie’s eyes narrowed. ⸻ “Why?” ⸻ “I thought it was a charger.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Hyunjin covered his face. ⸻ Jisoo blinked. ⸻ Rosé laughed. ⸻ Felix looked at Han. “How?” ⸻ Han shrugged. “It looked like one.” ⸻ Jennie slowly walked toward him. ⸻ “Han.” ⸻ “Yes?” ⸻ “Congratulations.” ⸻ “On what?” ⸻ “You are officially the reason instructions exist.” ⸻ Everyone burst out laughing. ⸻ The Even Worse Timing ⸻ After practice… Jennie and Felix were alone putting equipment away. ⸻ Felix smiled. “You know…” ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “I like this version of you.” ⸻ Jennie looked at him. “What version?” ⸻ “The one that doesn’t pretend she doesn’t care.” ⸻ She stared. ⸻ Then immediately recovered. ⸻ “Don’t get emotional.” ⸻ “I’m just saying.” ⸻ “You’re always just saying.” ⸻ He laughed. ⸻ Then suddenly… The door opened. ⸻ Lisa. Jisoo. Rosé. Han. Hyunjin. ⸻ All standing there. ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Everyone looked at Jennie and Felix. ⸻ Felix froze. ⸻ Jennie froze. ⸻ Han slowly smiled. ⸻ “Oh.” ⸻ Jennie immediately pointed. “No.” ⸻ “I didn’t even say anything.” ⸻ “You were about to.” ⸻ Han closed his mouth. ⸻ Lisa looked between them. ⸻ “So…” ⸻ Jennie stared. ⸻ “So what?” ⸻ Lisa smiled. ⸻ “Nothing.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “Absolutely nothing.” ⸻ Jennie narrowed her eyes. ⸻ “Everyone leave.” ⸻ They laughed. ⸻ Because everyone knew. ⸻ The savage DJ queen was still savage. ⸻ Still terrifying. ⸻ Still impossible. ⸻ But something was definitely different. ⸻ And the funniest part? ⸻ Jennie was the last person who wanted anyone to notice.write in English
Chapter 17 – The Festival Countdown The school festival was only three days away. And somehow… Everything was becoming more chaotic. ⸻ The biggest problem? Everyone had discovered Jennie’s new blonde hair. And they were not letting it go. ⸻ Jennie walked through the school hallway. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her face, looking completely different from her old black hair. She wore a black leather jacket over a graphic shirt, baggy cargo pants, black boots, and her silver headphones around her neck. She was still Jennie. Still confident. Still impossible to embarrass. At least… That was what she thought. ⸻ “BLONDE JENNIE!” Han shouted from across the hallway. Everyone turned. Jennie stopped walking. Slowly… She looked at him. “Do you want to survive today?” Han froze. His messy brown hair stuck up, and he wore his oversized green hoodie, black jeans, and white sneakers. “I was just appreciating the new look.” “You were yelling.” “Appreciating loudly.” ⸻ Lisa laughed. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs framed her face, and she wore her black bomber jacket, cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. “I think Han likes the new hair more than you do.” Han nodded. “It’s iconic.” Jennie rolled her eyes. “You all are dramatic.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. Her lavender hair fell over her oversized cardigan. She wore ripped jeans and white boots. “You’re secretly happy everyone likes it.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Your face says yes.” Jennie immediately covered her expression. Everyone laughed. ⸻ Then Felix walked in. His soft black hair was slightly messy, and he wore his black varsity jacket, white T-shirt, athletic pants, and basketball sneakers. He stopped when he saw Jennie. Not because he hadn’t seen the blonde hair before. But because every time he saw it… It surprised him. ⸻ Jennie noticed. “What?” Felix blinked. “Nothing.” “You stared.” “I did not.” “You did.” Han whispered: “He definitely did.” ⸻ Felix ignored him. “It just looks different.” Jennie crossed her arms. “Is that good or bad?” Felix thought. “Good.” A small smile appeared. “Really good.” ⸻ The hallway immediately exploded. Lisa covered her mouth. Rosé laughed. Han looked shocked. “He said it again.” ⸻ Jennie looked at Felix. “You know…” “What?” “You’re getting suspiciously nice.” Felix smiled. “Maybe you’re getting used to it.” She opened her mouth. Then closed it. Because she had no comeback. ⸻ Later that day… The festival team met in the gym. The stage lights were being tested. The music equipment was being set up. And Jennie and Felix were in charge. ⸻ Felix practiced his basketball performance. Jennie worked on the music. The two of them somehow worked perfectly together. Which annoyed them both. ⸻ Felix looked over. “You’re good at this.” Jennie glanced up. “At what?” “Making everything come together.” She shrugged. “It’s what I do.” “No.” He shook his head. “It’s more than that.” Jennie paused. Because Felix wasn’t joking. ⸻ Before she could respond… The speakers suddenly blasted music. Everyone jumped. Han covered his ears. “JENNIE!” “What?” “You almost destroyed my hearing.” “You’re welcome.” ⸻ Felix laughed. And Jennie smiled. ⸻ From across the gym… Lisa watched them. “They’re getting worse.” Rosé nodded. “Definitely.” Jisoo smiled. “But in a good way.” Hyunjin placed a hand over his heart. “The festival will reveal everything.” Han sighed. “It’s literally just a school event.” ⸻ But none of them knew… The festival wasn’t just going to be about music. Or basketball. Or performances. Because something was about to happen… That would change the way everyone saw Jennie and Felix.
Chapter 13 – The Class Where Everyone Noticed Monday morning. School. The place where everyone pretended they were focused… But really? Everyone was watching everyone else. Especially Jennie and Felix. ⸻ Jennie walked into class. Her long black hair with soft curtain bangs framed her face. She wore an oversized black hoodie, baggy cargo pants with silver chains, black-and-white sneakers, and her silver headphones hanging around her neck. She sat down at her desk. Then immediately noticed something. Felix was sitting two seats away. ⸻ Felix looked up. His soft black hair was slightly messy, and he wore a black varsity jacket over a white T-shirt, black athletic pants, and white basketball sneakers. They stared at each other. One second. Two seconds. Then both looked away. ⸻ Han noticed immediately. His soft brown hair was messy, and he wore an oversized green hoodie, black jeans, and white sneakers. He leaned toward Lisa. “Something is wrong.” Lisa smiled. Her long ash-blonde hair with bangs framed her face, and she wore a black jacket, graphic shirt, cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. “Something is definitely wrong.” ⸻ Rosé sat behind them. Her long lavender hair fell over her shoulders. She wore an oversized lavender cardigan, ripped jeans, and white boots. “They’re acting normal.” Jisoo looked up. Her long dark red hair was neatly styled, and she wore a cream sweater, black pants, and ankle boots. “Which means they’re not normal.” ⸻ The teacher walked in. “Good morning, class.” Everyone sat down. “Today we will be doing partner work.” The entire class immediately became interested. Because everyone knew… Partner work meant chaos. ⸻ The teacher looked at the list. “Jennie and Felix.” Silence. The entire room turned. Jennie slowly looked at Felix. Felix slowly looked at Jennie. “No.” “Agreed.” The teacher looked confused. “You haven’t even started.” ⸻ Han whispered. “This is going to be amazing.” Lisa smiled. “Or a disaster.” “Both.” ⸻ They moved their desks together. Felix looked at the assignment. “Okay. Let’s just finish this.” Jennie nodded. “Finally, something we agree on.” Felix smiled. “Don’t get emotional.” Jennie looked at him. “You’re still annoying.” “There she is.” ⸻ They started working. For five minutes… Everything was peaceful. Too peaceful. Then Felix wrote an answer. Jennie looked at it. “That is wrong.” Felix looked offended. “No, it’s not.” “It is.” “How do you know?” “Because I read.” The whole group gasped. Han covered his mouth. “She attacked his intelligence.” ⸻ Felix smiled. “Okay, DJ girl.” Jennie looked up. “What?” “You think because you can mix songs, you can solve everything?” Jennie leaned closer. “Better than you solving anything with a basketball.” Everyone laughed. ⸻ Even Felix laughed. Which surprised Jennie. Usually he would fight back immediately. Instead… He just smiled. ⸻ The teacher walked by. “Are you two arguing or working?” Jennie and Felix answered together. “Working.” The teacher looked at their paper. Then looked at them. “Interesting way of working.” ⸻ During break, everyone surrounded them. Han pointed. “You two are different.” Jennie frowned. “How?” “You actually enjoy arguing.” Felix shrugged. “We always argued.” “Yes,” Lisa said. “But now you smile while doing it.” Jennie immediately looked away. “No, I don’t.” Felix smiled. “Yes, you do.” She turned. “You are not helping.” ⸻ Rosé laughed. “I think the funniest part is that you both still think nobody notices.” Jisoo nodded. “Everyone notices.” Hyunjin dramatically placed a hand over his heart. “The enemies-to-friends transformation…” Han sighed. “It’s literally just homework.” ⸻ The bell rang. Everyone returned to their seats. Jennie packed her bag. Felix looked over. “Hey.” “What?” “Good job today.” Jennie raised an eyebrow. “Was that another compliment?” “Maybe.” She smiled slightly. “You’re getting weird.” Felix laughed. “And you’re getting nicer.” Jennie pointed at him. “Don’t ruin it.” ⸻ And as they walked out of class… Everyone knew one thing. Jennie and Felix were still the same. Still competitive. Still annoying. Still roasting each other. But now… There was something else there. Something neither of them wanted to admit yet.
Chapter 13 – The Class Where Everyone Noticed Monday morning. School. The place where everyone pretended they were focused… But really? Everyone was watching everyone else. Especially Jennie and Felix. ⸻ Jennie walked into class. Her long black hair with soft curtain bangs framed her face. She wore an oversized black hoodie, baggy cargo pants with silver chains, black-and-white sneakers, and her silver headphones hanging around her neck. She sat down at her desk. Then immediately noticed something. Felix was sitting two seats away. ⸻ Felix looked up. His soft black hair was slightly messy, and he wore a black varsity jacket over a white T-shirt, black athletic pants, and white basketball sneakers. They stared at each other. One second. Two seconds. Then both looked away. ⸻ Han noticed immediately. His soft brown hair was messy, and he wore an oversized green hoodie, black jeans, and white sneakers. He leaned toward Lisa. “Something is wrong.” Lisa smiled. Her long ash-blonde hair with bangs framed her face, and she wore a black jacket, graphic shirt, cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. “Something is definitely wrong.” ⸻ Rosé sat behind them. Her long lavender hair fell over her shoulders. She wore an oversized lavender cardigan, ripped jeans, and white boots. “They’re acting normal.” Jisoo looked up. Her long dark red hair was neatly styled, and she wore a cream sweater, black pants, and ankle boots. “Which means they’re not normal.” ⸻ The teacher walked in. “Good morning, class.” Everyone sat down. “Today we will be doing partner work.” The entire class immediately became interested. Because everyone knew… Partner work meant chaos. ⸻ The teacher looked at the list. “Jennie and Felix.” Silence. The entire room turned. Jennie slowly looked at Felix. Felix slowly looked at Jennie. “No.” “Agreed.” The teacher looked confused. “You haven’t even started.” ⸻ Han whispered. “This is going to be amazing.” Lisa smiled. “Or a disaster.” “Both.” ⸻ They moved their desks together. Felix looked at the assignment. “Okay. Let’s just finish this.” Jennie nodded. “Finally, something we agree on.” Felix smiled. “Don’t get emotional.” Jennie looked at him. “You’re still annoying.” “There she is.” ⸻ They started working. For five minutes… Everything was peaceful. Too peaceful. Then Felix wrote an answer. Jennie looked at it. “That is wrong.” Felix looked offended. “No, it’s not.” “It is.” “How do you know?” “Because I read.” The whole group gasped. Han covered his mouth. “She attacked his intelligence.” ⸻ Felix smiled. “Okay, DJ girl.” Jennie looked up. “What?” “You think because you can mix songs, you can solve everything?” Jennie leaned closer. “Better than you solving anything with a basketball.” Everyone laughed. ⸻ Even Felix laughed. Which surprised Jennie. Usually he would fight back immediately. Instead… He just smiled. ⸻ The teacher walked by. “Are you two arguing or working?” Jennie and Felix answered together. “Working.” The teacher looked at their paper. Then looked at them. “Interesting way of working.” ⸻ During break, everyone surrounded them. Han pointed. “You two are different.” Jennie frowned. “How?” “You actually enjoy arguing.” Felix shrugged. “We always argued.” “Yes,” Lisa said. “But now you smile while doing it.” Jennie immediately looked away. “No, I don’t.” Felix smiled. “Yes, you do.” She turned. “You are not helping.” ⸻ Rosé laughed. “I think the funniest part is that you both still think nobody notices.” Jisoo nodded. “Everyone notices.” Hyunjin dramatically placed a hand over his heart. “The enemies-to-friends transformation…” Han sighed. “It’s literally just homework.” ⸻ The bell rang. Everyone returned to their seats. Jennie packed her bag. Felix looked over. “Hey.” “What?” “Good job today.” Jennie raised an eyebrow. “Was that another compliment?” “Maybe.” She smiled slightly. “You’re getting weird.” Felix laughed. “And you’re getting nicer.” Jennie pointed at him. “Don’t ruin it.” ⸻ And as they walked out of class… Everyone knew one thing. Jennie and Felix were still the same. Still competitive. Still annoying. Still roasting each other. But now… There was something else there. Something neither of them wanted to admit yet.
Chapter 1 – The Worst First Impression The first bell hadn’t even rung, but the school was already buzzing with students. Everyone had heard of the school’s two biggest stars. Not because they were friends. Because they couldn’t stand each other. ⸻ Jennie Jennie walked through the hallway with effortless confidence. Her long, silky black hair, styled with soft curtain bangs like her iconic “Ice Cream” and “How You Like That” looks, flowed neatly over her shoulders. Her expression was calm and unreadable, making her seem intimidating without even trying. She wore an oversized charcoal-gray hoodie over loose black cargo jeans with silver chains hanging from the pockets. Black-and-white high-top sneakers completed her outfit, while large silver headphones rested around her neck. A small silver ring decorated one finger, and her black backpack was covered with tiny music pins. Everyone knew Jennie. She was the school’s legendary DJ. She made incredible remixes for pep rallies, dances, and school events. She was also famous for roasting people with perfectly timed one-liners. Most students were too scared to argue with her. ⸻ Felix Outside the gym, Felix dribbled a basketball across the court. His soft black hair was slightly messy after early morning practice, falling naturally over his forehead. He had warm brown eyes and an easy smile that made almost everyone like him instantly. He wore a white athletic T-shirt underneath a black-and-red varsity jacket, relaxed black athletic pants, white crew socks, and spotless white basketball sneakers. He was captain of the basketball team and one of the most popular students in school. Girls constantly tried to talk to him. He still didn’t understand why. ⸻ Jisoo Walking toward class with a stack of neatly organized books was Jisoo. Her long dark red hair shimmered under the hallway lights, perfectly brushed and tucked behind one ear. She carried herself with quiet confidence and always looked elegant. She wore a cream-colored knit sweater, a black pleated skirt over black tights, and polished ankle boots. Small pearl earrings and a delicate silver necklace completed her look. She was kind, responsible, and somehow always ended up cleaning up everyone else’s chaos. ⸻ Rosé Music drifted from the auditorium where Rosé was helping set up sound equipment. Her long lavender hair was loose with gentle waves flowing down her back. She had a relaxed smile that instantly made people feel comfortable. She wore an oversized lavender cardigan over a simple white T-shirt, ripped light-blue jeans, and chunky white boots. Around one wrist were colorful friendship bracelets she had made herself. She loved music almost as much as Jennie did. ⸻ Lisa Standing beside Rosé was Lisa. Her long ash-blonde hair with straight bangs framed her bright smile perfectly. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, usually because she was about to cause some harmless trouble. She wore an oversized black bomber jacket, a bright graphic T-shirt, loose cargo pants, and colorful sneakers covered with tiny paint splatter designs. Lisa loved dancing, laughing, and making every situation ten times more chaotic. ⸻ Han Han hurried through the hallway carrying way too many notebooks. His soft brown hair looked like he had forgotten to brush it after waking up, giving him a permanently messy look. He wore a green hoodie under a denim jacket, dark jeans, and comfortable sneakers. He talked nonstop, laughed at nearly everything, and somehow always knew the latest school gossip before anyone else. ⸻ Hyunjin Leaning against a classroom doorway was Hyunjin. His long blond hair was perfectly styled, making him look like he had stepped straight out of a fashion magazine. He wore an oversized cream sweater, black wide-leg trousers, layered silver necklaces, and clean designer sneakers. He was artistic, dramatic, and believed every ordinary moment deserved movie-level slow motion. ⸻ The first bell echoed through the school. Jennie adjusted the headphones around her neck. Felix bounced his basketball one last time. Neither of them knew it yet… But before the day was over, they would already be arguing.
Book 2 – Chapter 16: No Second Chances Yet The next morning… The dorm was quieter than usual. Not peaceful. Just quiet. ⸻ Jennie sat at her desk, working on her DJ setup. Her short, cool dark bob haircut framed her face perfectly, giving her that sharp, confident look everyone on campus had started recognizing. She wore a black oversized hoodie, ripped dark jeans, silver jewelry, and black boots. Her headphones rested around her neck as she adjusted the beat. ⸻ No crying. No breaking down. No showing weakness. ⸻ Jennie was back. The savage DJ queen. ⸻ Lisa walked into the room carrying snacks. Her Oreo-inspired haircut — mostly black with white strands mixed throughout — stood out as she placed the bags down. She wore a white hoodie, black cargo pants, and sneakers. She looked at Jennie. “You’re practicing again?” Jennie didn’t look up. “No.” Lisa blinked. “You’re literally holding headphones.” Jennie adjusted the music. “I’m emotionally practicing.” ⸻ Lisa laughed. “That doesn’t even make sense.” Jennie shrugged. “Neither do most people.” ⸻ Lisa smiled. There she was. ⸻ A few minutes later, Jisoo and Rosé arrived. ⸻ Jisoo walked in wearing a soft lavender sweater and jeans. Her long blonde hair with lavender-pink tips fell beautifully over her shoulders. Rosé followed behind her wearing a denim jacket over a black top with relaxed jeans. Her short blonde hair inspired by her Apatapate look was styled effortlessly. ⸻ Rosé looked at Jennie. “Are you feeling better?” Jennie paused. A tiny bit. ⸻ “Yeah.” ⸻ Jisoo smiled. “Actually answering honestly?” Jennie looked at her. “Don’t make this emotional.” ⸻ Lisa laughed. “That was basically a hug from Jennie.” ⸻ Jennie rolled her eyes. “Everyone here is dramatic.” ⸻ Practice Room ⸻ Later, everyone met for practice. ⸻ Felix arrived with his blonde hair slightly messy, wearing a black jacket, gray shirt, jeans, and white sneakers. Han walked beside him wearing a blue-and-black jacket and dark jeans. His black hair faded into blue at the bottom. Hyunjin followed wearing a stylish black outfit, his hair styled with bold red tips. ⸻ Jennie was already there. ⸻ She didn’t look up. ⸻ Felix walked closer. “Jennie.” ⸻ Nothing. ⸻ He tried again. “Can I talk to you?” ⸻ Jennie slowly removed one headphone. Looked at him. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ The room went silent. ⸻ Felix blinked. “Jennie…” ⸻ She tilted her head. “Did you suddenly forget what ‘no’ means?” ⸻ Han looked away. “Okay. Starting strong.” ⸻ Felix sighed. “I just want to explain.” ⸻ Jennie laughed. “Again?” ⸻ “I’m not trying to bother you.” ⸻ She looked him up and down. “That’s funny.” ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “Because bothering people seems to be your hidden talent.” ⸻ Han covered his laugh. Hyunjin looked impressed. ⸻ Felix frowned. “I’m serious.” ⸻ Jennie stepped closer. “So am I.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “You already explained.” ⸻ “I know.” ⸻ “And I already listened.” ⸻ Felix looked hopeful. ⸻ Jennie immediately ruined it. “Don’t look so excited. Listening doesn’t mean forgiving.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Felix looked hurt. ⸻ “I never wanted to hurt you.” ⸻ Jennie smiled coldly. “Congratulations.” ⸻ Felix frowned. “For what?” ⸻ “You managed to do it anyway.” ⸻ That one hit. ⸻ Han whispered: “That was brutal.” ⸻ Jennie turned. “Did you say something?” ⸻ Han immediately shook his head. “No.” ⸻ “Good choice.” ⸻ Hyunjin crossed his arms. “You really don’t hold back.” ⸻ Jennie looked at him. “And you really talk like you’re in a movie.” ⸻ Hyunjin froze. ⸻ Han laughed. “She got you too.” ⸻ Jennie put her headphones back on. ⸻ Felix tried one more time. “Jennie…” ⸻ She stopped. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “I miss how we used to be.” ⸻ For one second… A tiny crack appeared. ⸻ Then Jennie closed it. ⸻ “That’s unfortunate.” ⸻ Felix looked down. ⸻ “Because I don’t miss being hurt.” ⸻ The room became quiet. ⸻ She picked up her DJ controller. ⸻ “Practice starts in five minutes.” ⸻ Felix stood there. ⸻ “Are we okay?” ⸻ Jennie looked at him. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “Not even close.” ⸻ Then she walked away. ⸻ Lisa watched her. She knew Jennie was still angry. But she also knew something else. ⸻ Jennie wasn’t cold because she didn’t care. She was cold because she cared too much. ⸻ And Felix? He was going to have to earn his way back. Because the savage DJ queen wasn’t opening that door again so easily.
Chapter 27 – The Movie Night Trap By Sunday evening… Everyone in the dorm had exactly one goal. Tease Jennie and Felix. Forever. ⸻ Han was the mastermind. “I have an amazing idea.” Jennie immediately looked up from her laptop. “No.” “I didn’t even say it.” “I don’t need to hear it.” ⸻ Han grinned. “We’re having movie night!” Lisa clapped. “I love movie nights!” Rosé smiled. “I’m in.” Jisoo nodded. “Me too.” Hyunjin dramatically placed a hand on his chest. “I shall provide emotional commentary.” Felix laughed. “This should be interesting.” Jennie sighed. “I already regret this.” ⸻ An hour later… The living room was covered with blankets, popcorn, chips, candy, and soda. Lisa sat on the floor. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was tied into a loose ponytail. She wore an oversized pink hoodie and gray sweatpants. Rosé curled up beside her. Her lavender hair was braided over one shoulder, and she wore a cream sweater with ripped jeans. Jisoo wore a navy hoodie and black joggers, her red hair tucked behind one ear. Han wore his green hoodie and black sweatpants, already eating half the popcorn before the movie even started. Hyunjin arrived with his blond hair perfectly styled—even for movie night—and wore a loose black sweatshirt and wide-leg pants. Felix wore a black hoodie and gray sweatpants. Jennie wore an oversized black sweatshirt, matching sweatpants, and fuzzy socks. Her blonde hair was tied into a messy bun. ⸻ Han looked around. “Perfect.” Jennie narrowed her eyes. “Why are you smiling like that?” “No reason.” “Han.” “No reason.” ⸻ Everyone picked a seat. Jennie sat on one end of the couch. Felix sat on the other. Han looked disappointed. “Oh.” “What?” “You two are too far apart.” Jennie sighed. “That’s the point.” ⸻ Han suddenly stood up. “I forgot the drinks!” “I’ll help,” Lisa said. “So will I,” Rosé added. “Me too,” Jisoo smiled. “I suddenly remembered something in my room,” Hyunjin announced dramatically. Everyone left. Except… Jennie and Felix. ⸻ Jennie blinked. “…We just got tricked.” Felix looked toward the kitchen. “They planned this.” “They absolutely planned this.” ⸻ The movie started anyway. For a few minutes… Neither of them spoke. Until… A loud thunderstorm appeared in the movie. Jennie jumped. Just a tiny bit. Felix noticed. “You got scared.” “I did not.” “You literally jumped.” “I was… surprised.” He laughed. “You hate horror movies.” “I hate loud noises.” “Sure.” ⸻ Jennie grabbed a handful of popcorn. Felix reached for the bowl at the exact same time. Their hands bumped. Jennie looked at him. “You stole my popcorn.” “Our popcorn.” “My popcorn.” Felix smiled. “I’ll buy you another bag.” “You’d better.” ⸻ Just then… The movie reached a really emotional scene. Han slowly peeked around the corner. Lisa peeked over his shoulder. Rosé, Jisoo, and Hyunjin were stacked behind them like dominoes. Lisa whispered, “Are they holding hands?” Han squinted. “No…” “They’re fighting over popcorn.” Rosé laughed quietly. “That sounds more like them.” ⸻ Suddenly… Jennie noticed five heads sticking out from the hallway. She slowly turned. “…Seriously?” Everyone froze. Han smiled awkwardly. “We can explain.” Jennie stood up. “Oh, I’d love to hear this.” Hyunjin stepped forward. “This was an observational experiment.” Lisa nodded. “Very scientific.” Felix laughed so hard he almost dropped the popcorn. Jennie pointed at all of them. “You trapped us.” Han shrugged. “Did it work?” Felix looked at Jennie. “I mean…” “We watched half the movie without arguing.” Jennie blinked. “…Wait.” Everyone gasped dramatically. Han threw his hands into the air. “THEY ADMITTED IT!” “I admitted nothing!” Jennie protested. “You admitted peace!” “That’s not a thing!” “It is now,” Han declared. The entire room burst into laughter. Jennie looked at Felix. “You know…” “What?” “I think our friends are completely insane.” Felix smiled. “Definitely.” A small smile spread across Jennie’s face. “…Good.” Felix nodded. “Yeah.” “…Good.” And for the rest of the night… The movie barely mattered. Because the real entertainment… Was everyone trying—and failing—to stop teasing Jennie and Felix.
Chapter 1 – The Worst First Impression The first bell hadn’t even rung, but the school was already buzzing with students. Everyone had heard of the school’s two biggest stars. Not because they were friends. Because they couldn’t stand each other. ⸻ Jennie Jennie walked through the hallway with effortless confidence. Her long, silky black hair, styled with soft curtain bangs like her iconic “Ice Cream” and “How You Like That” looks, flowed neatly over her shoulders. Her expression was calm and unreadable, making her seem intimidating without even trying. She wore an oversized charcoal-gray hoodie over loose black cargo jeans with silver chains hanging from the pockets. Black-and-white high-top sneakers completed her outfit, while large silver headphones rested around her neck. A small silver ring decorated one finger, and her black backpack was covered with tiny music pins. Everyone knew Jennie. She was the school’s legendary DJ. She made incredible remixes for pep rallies, dances, and school events. She was also famous for roasting people with perfectly timed one-liners. Most students were too scared to argue with her. ⸻ Felix Outside the gym, Felix dribbled a basketball across the court. His soft black hair was slightly messy after early morning practice, falling naturally over his forehead. He had warm brown eyes and an easy smile that made almost everyone like him instantly. He wore a white athletic T-shirt underneath a black-and-red varsity jacket, relaxed black athletic pants, white crew socks, and spotless white basketball sneakers. He was captain of the basketball team and one of the most popular students in school. Girls constantly tried to talk to him. He still didn’t understand why. ⸻ Jisoo Walking toward class with a stack of neatly organized books was Jisoo. Her long dark red hair shimmered under the hallway lights, perfectly brushed and tucked behind one ear. She carried herself with quiet confidence and always looked elegant. She wore a cream-colored knit sweater, a black pleated skirt over black tights, and polished ankle boots. Small pearl earrings and a delicate silver necklace completed her look. She was kind, responsible, and somehow always ended up cleaning up everyone else’s chaos. ⸻ Rosé Music drifted from the auditorium where Rosé was helping set up sound equipment. Her long lavender hair was loose with gentle waves flowing down her back. She had a relaxed smile that instantly made people feel comfortable. She wore an oversized lavender cardigan over a simple white T-shirt, ripped light-blue jeans, and chunky white boots. Around one wrist were colorful friendship bracelets she had made herself. She loved music almost as much as Jennie did. ⸻ Lisa Standing beside Rosé was Lisa. Her long ash-blonde hair with straight bangs framed her bright smile perfectly. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, usually because she was about to cause some harmless trouble. She wore an oversized black bomber jacket, a bright graphic T-shirt, loose cargo pants, and colorful sneakers covered with tiny paint splatter designs. Lisa loved dancing, laughing, and making every situation ten times more chaotic. ⸻ Han Han hurried through the hallway carrying way too many notebooks. His soft brown hair looked like he had forgotten to brush it after waking up, giving him a permanently messy look. He wore a green hoodie under a denim jacket, dark jeans, and comfortable sneakers. He talked nonstop, laughed at nearly everything, and somehow always knew the latest school gossip before anyone else. ⸻ Hyunjin Leaning against a classroom doorway was Hyunjin. His long blond hair was perfectly styled, making him look like he had stepped straight out of a fashion magazine. He wore an oversized cream sweater, black wide-leg trousers, layered silver necklaces, and clean designer sneakers. He was artistic, dramatic, and believed every ordinary moment deserved movie-level slow motion. ⸻ The first bell echoed through the school. Jennie adjusted the headphones around her neck. Felix bounced his basketball one last time. Neither of them knew it yet… But before the day was over, they would already be arguing.
Chapter 31 – The Night Everyone Lost Their Minds The dorm was chaos. Absolute chaos. And the reason? Jennie still couldn’t decide what to wear. ⸻ She stood in front of her closet. Her blonde hair was curled perfectly, but her outfit choices were covering half her bed. “Why is this harder than performing in front of hundreds of people?” ⸻ The door suddenly opened. Lisa walked in. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was styled perfectly, and she wore a black jacket with a sparkly top, cargo pants, and boots. She looked around. “Wow.” “What?” “You have created a clothing disaster.” Jennie crossed her arms. “I need help.” Lisa smiled. “I knew this day would come.” ⸻ Jennie held up two outfits. “Which one?” Lisa stared seriously. “Hmm.” A pause. “Felix would like the first one.” Jennie froze. “How do you know?” Lisa shrugged. “Because Felix is a boy.” “That explains nothing.” ⸻ Lisa picked up another outfit. “Actually, wear this one.” “Why?” “Because it says mysterious DJ.” Jennie nodded. “Okay.” “Wait.” Lisa grabbed another dress. “Actually this one says powerful.” Jennie blinked. “So which one?” Lisa thought. “Both.” “Lisa.” “Okay, okay. The dress.” ⸻ After another twenty minutes… Jennie finally decided. She wore a sleek black dress with silver details, a cropped jacket, and black boots. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her face, and her DJ-style accessories completed the look. She looked confident. Different. ⸻ When she walked downstairs… Everyone stopped. ⸻ Han’s mouth dropped open. His messy brown hair was sticking up, and he wore a denim jacket over a hoodie with black jeans. “Okay.” “What?” “I forgot how to speak.” Jennie raised an eyebrow. “That might be the first peaceful moment you’ve ever created.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. Her lavender hair was styled softly, and she wore a pastel jacket with a black outfit. “You look amazing.” Jisoo nodded. Her red hair was tied back elegantly, and she wore a stylish black outfit with boots. “Definitely.” ⸻ Hyunjin dramatically looked up. His blond hair was perfectly styled, and he wore a black jacket with layered accessories. “The main character has arrived.” Han sighed. “Please stop.” ⸻ Then Felix walked downstairs. His black hair was styled neatly, and he wore a black button-up shirt with a jacket, dark jeans, and sneakers. He stopped. Completely stopped. ⸻ Jennie noticed. “What?” Felix blinked. “Nothing.” “Felix.” He looked away. “You just…” A pause. “You look really good.” ⸻ Everyone immediately reacted. ⸻ Han pointed. “HE FAILED.” Felix looked confused. “What?” “You tried to hide the blush.” “I wasn’t blushing.” Lisa laughed. “You absolutely were.” ⸻ Jennie smiled. “Are you okay, basketball boy?” Felix recovered. “Yeah.” “Because your face says otherwise.” Everyone laughed. ⸻ Later… The group arrived at the dance event. Music filled the room. Lights flashed. Everyone was having the best time. ⸻ Jennie stepped onto the dance floor. And Felix forgot everything else. ⸻ He had seen Jennie confident before. On stage. During roast battles. During competitions. But this was different. She was just happy. Laughing. Dancing. Not caring what anyone thought. ⸻ Felix smiled. Han noticed. “You are staring.” Felix looked away. “I am not.” “You are.” “I was just watching.” “Exactly.” ⸻ Felix looked back. And somehow… He knew. He was completely falling for her. ⸻ Meanwhile… The rest of the group became a disaster. ⸻ Jisoo was trying to teach everyone a dance move. “I am the instructor.” Han looked confused. “You don’t know the dance.” “I know the spirit of the dance.” ⸻ Hyunjin joined. “The movement represents freedom.” Han stared. “It’s literally just jumping.” ⸻ Rosé laughed so hard she had to sit down. Lisa recorded everything. “This is going to be used against all of you forever.” ⸻ Jennie walked over. “What is happening?” Han pointed. “Art.” Jennie looked at everyone. “This is the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.” Felix smiled. “And you love it.” She paused. “…Maybe.” ⸻ At the end of the night… Everyone was exhausted. They arrived back at the dorm laughing. ⸻ Felix helped Jennie walk to her room because she was tired from dancing all night. “Careful.” “I’m fine.” “You almost walked into the wall.” “The wall moved.” Felix laughed. “The wall moved?” “Yes.” ⸻ He opened her bedroom door. “There.” Jennie looked at him. Then suddenly pointed. “You.” “What?” “You are officially my assistant.” Felix blinked. “Excuse me?” “Carry my trophy tomorrow.” “No.” “Wow.” She shook her head dramatically. “After all our friendship?” Felix laughed. “You are impossible.” ⸻ Before leaving, Felix placed her trophy safely on her desk. Then he smiled. “Goodnight, Jennie.” She looked at him. For once… No roast. No comeback. Just a smile. “Goodnight, Felix.” ⸻ He turned to leave. Then Jennie called: “Felix.” He looked back. “Yeah?” She smirked. “Your dancing was terrible.” He laughed. “There she is.” ⸻ And as he walked away smiling… Felix realized something. The girl who used to drive him crazy… Was now the person he never wanted to stop being around.
Chapter 33 – The Night of Maximum Chaos The night was supposed to be relaxing. That was the first mistake. Because whenever Jennie, Jisoo, and Han were together… Nothing was relaxing. ⸻ The group had gone to a late-night celebration lounge after the DJ competition. The music was loud. The lights were everywhere. Everyone was laughing. And somehow… Han had become the unofficial leader of chaos. ⸻ Jennie sat at the table with a giant colorful mocktail in her hand. Her blonde hair was slightly messy from dancing, and she wore her black jacket, silver accessories, and her favorite boots. Jisoo’s red hair was still styled perfectly, but after hours of dancing, a few strands had fallen loose. Han’s brown hair looked like he had fought a wind machine and lost. ⸻ Han stood on his chair. “I have an announcement!” Everyone immediately groaned. “No.” “Han, sit down.” “Please don’t.” ⸻ Han ignored them. “Tonight…” He pointed dramatically. “Is the greatest night of our lives.” Felix looked at Lisa. “How long has he been like this?” Lisa laughed. “Since five minutes after we arrived.” ⸻ Rosé shook her head. Her lavender hair fell over her shoulders as she laughed. “Han thinks every moment is a movie scene.” Hyunjin nodded seriously. “To be fair…” Everyone looked at him. “He does make life more dramatic.” ⸻ Meanwhile… Jennie was having way too much fun. Which was unusual. Because Jennie normally acted like she was above everything. But tonight? She was laughing. Actually laughing. ⸻ Felix noticed. And smiled. Lisa immediately caught it. “You are staring.” Felix looked away. “I am not.” “You are.” “I was just looking.” “Exactly.” ⸻ Later… The chaos reached a new level. ⸻ Jisoo grabbed Han’s arm. “We need to have a serious conversation.” Han looked worried. “About what?” “About why you think you can dance.” Everyone went silent. Han looked offended. “I can dance.” “You dance like your Wi-Fi is disconnecting.” The entire table exploded. ⸻ Jennie laughed so hard she nearly dropped her drink. Felix looked shocked. “Did Jisoo just roast Han?” Lisa nodded. “She’s been saving that one.” ⸻ When it was finally time to leave… Everyone agreed. Jisoo, Han, and Jennie were officially too chaotic to be trusted alone. ⸻ The walk back to the dorm was hilarious. ⸻ Han walked beside Hyunjin. “Do you think ducks know they’re funny?” Hyunjin paused. “What?” “Ducks.” “Why?” “Because they walk like they’re late to a meeting.” Hyunjin stared. “…I hate that you’re making sense.” ⸻ Jisoo was walking with Rosé. “Rosé.” “Yes?” “I have discovered something.” “What?” “I am always right.” Rosé smiled. “You say that every day.” “Because I am consistent.” ⸻ Jennie walked between Felix and Lisa. She pointed at Felix. “You.” Felix looked at her. “Me?” “Yes.” “What?” “You are suspicious.” “Why?” “Because you are nice.” Felix laughed. “That’s suspicious?” “For you? Yes.” ⸻ Felix shook his head. “You are unbelievable.” Jennie nodded proudly. “I know.” ⸻ When they finally reached the dorm… Everyone collapsed onto the couches. ⸻ Lisa looked around. “Never again.” Han raised his hand. “Question.” “No.” “Can we do it again next week?” Everyone shouted: “NO!” ⸻ Felix helped Jennie get to her room. She walked carefully. “I can walk.” “I know.” “Then why are you helping?” “Because you almost walked into the wall.” Jennie looked at the wall. “It was in my way.” “The wall?” “Yes.” ⸻ Felix opened her door. “There.” Jennie stepped inside. Then turned around. “Felix.” “Yeah?” “I have something important to tell you.” He smiled. “What?” She pointed at him. “Your basketball skills are overrated.” Felix blinked. “That is what you needed to say?” “Yes.” He laughed. “Of course it is.” ⸻ She sat down on her bed. Then looked at him more seriously. “You know…” “What?” “You’re actually a good person.” Felix smiled. “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said.” “Don’t get emotional.” “I’m not.” “You look emotional.” “I don’t.” “Your face is doing the thing.” ⸻ Felix laughed. Then he noticed her DJ trophy sitting on the desk. He picked it up carefully and placed it somewhere safe. “You worked really hard for this.” Jennie looked at the trophy. “You remembered.” “Of course I remembered.” ⸻ For once… Jennie didn’t roast him. She just smiled. “Thanks.” Felix smiled back. “Anytime.” ⸻ He turned to leave. Then Jennie called: “Felix.” He looked back. “Yeah?” A pause. “Your hair still looks okay.” He laughed. “Okay?” “Don’t push it.” ⸻ Felix smiled. “Goodnight, Jennie.” “Goodnight, basketball boy.” ⸻ When he closed the door… Han appeared in the hallway. “Did you have a romantic moment?” Felix jumped. “How are you always there?” Han smiled. “Talent.” Felix sighed. “You are impossible.” Han nodded. “Thank you.” ⸻ And that was the thing about their group. They were chaotic. Loud. Embarrassing. Completely impossible. But somehow… They had become family. And Jennie and Felix? They were still roasting each other every chance they got. Just now… There was a little more smiling between the insults.
Chapter 33 – The Night of Maximum Chaos The night was supposed to be relaxing. That was the first mistake. Because whenever Jennie, Jisoo, and Han were together… Nothing was relaxing. ⸻ The group had gone to a late-night celebration lounge after the DJ competition. The music was loud. The lights were everywhere. Everyone was laughing. And somehow… Han had become the unofficial leader of chaos. ⸻ Jennie sat at the table with a giant colorful mocktail in her hand. Her blonde hair was slightly messy from dancing, and she wore her black jacket, silver accessories, and her favorite boots. Jisoo’s red hair was still styled perfectly, but after hours of dancing, a few strands had fallen loose. Han’s brown hair looked like he had fought a wind machine and lost. ⸻ Han stood on his chair. “I have an announcement!” Everyone immediately groaned. “No.” “Han, sit down.” “Please don’t.” ⸻ Han ignored them. “Tonight…” He pointed dramatically. “Is the greatest night of our lives.” Felix looked at Lisa. “How long has he been like this?” Lisa laughed. “Since five minutes after we arrived.” ⸻ Rosé shook her head. Her lavender hair fell over her shoulders as she laughed. “Han thinks every moment is a movie scene.” Hyunjin nodded seriously. “To be fair…” Everyone looked at him. “He does make life more dramatic.” ⸻ Meanwhile… Jennie was having way too much fun. Which was unusual. Because Jennie normally acted like she was above everything. But tonight? She was laughing. Actually laughing. ⸻ Felix noticed. And smiled. Lisa immediately caught it. “You are staring.” Felix looked away. “I am not.” “You are.” “I was just looking.” “Exactly.” ⸻ Later… The chaos reached a new level. ⸻ Jisoo grabbed Han’s arm. “We need to have a serious conversation.” Han looked worried. “About what?” “About why you think you can dance.” Everyone went silent. Han looked offended. “I can dance.” “You dance like your Wi-Fi is disconnecting.” The entire table exploded. ⸻ Jennie laughed so hard she nearly dropped her drink. Felix looked shocked. “Did Jisoo just roast Han?” Lisa nodded. “She’s been saving that one.” ⸻ When it was finally time to leave… Everyone agreed. Jisoo, Han, and Jennie were officially too chaotic to be trusted alone. ⸻ The walk back to the dorm was hilarious. ⸻ Han walked beside Hyunjin. “Do you think ducks know they’re funny?” Hyunjin paused. “What?” “Ducks.” “Why?” “Because they walk like they’re late to a meeting.” Hyunjin stared. “…I hate that you’re making sense.” ⸻ Jisoo was walking with Rosé. “Rosé.” “Yes?” “I have discovered something.” “What?” “I am always right.” Rosé smiled. “You say that every day.” “Because I am consistent.” ⸻ Jennie walked between Felix and Lisa. She pointed at Felix. “You.” Felix looked at her. “Me?” “Yes.” “What?” “You are suspicious.” “Why?” “Because you are nice.” Felix laughed. “That’s suspicious?” “For you? Yes.” ⸻ Felix shook his head. “You are unbelievable.” Jennie nodded proudly. “I know.” ⸻ When they finally reached the dorm… Everyone collapsed onto the couches. ⸻ Lisa looked around. “Never again.” Han raised his hand. “Question.” “No.” “Can we do it again next week?” Everyone shouted: “NO!” ⸻ Felix helped Jennie get to her room. She walked carefully. “I can walk.” “I know.” “Then why are you helping?” “Because you almost walked into the wall.” Jennie looked at the wall. “It was in my way.” “The wall?” “Yes.” ⸻ Felix opened her door. “There.” Jennie stepped inside. Then turned around. “Felix.” “Yeah?” “I have something important to tell you.” He smiled. “What?” She pointed at him. “Your basketball skills are overrated.” Felix blinked. “That is what you needed to say?” “Yes.” He laughed. “Of course it is.” ⸻ She sat down on her bed. Then looked at him more seriously. “You know…” “What?” “You’re actually a good person.” Felix smiled. “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said.” “Don’t get emotional.” “I’m not.” “You look emotional.” “I don’t.” “Your face is doing the thing.” ⸻ Felix laughed. Then he noticed her DJ trophy sitting on the desk. He picked it up carefully and placed it somewhere safe. “You worked really hard for this.” Jennie looked at the trophy. “You remembered.” “Of course I remembered.” ⸻ For once… Jennie didn’t roast him. She just smiled. “Thanks.” Felix smiled back. “Anytime.” ⸻ He turned to leave. Then Jennie called: “Felix.” He looked back. “Yeah?” A pause. “Your hair still looks okay.” He laughed. “Okay?” “Don’t push it.” ⸻ Felix smiled. “Goodnight, Jennie.” “Goodnight, basketball boy.” ⸻ When he closed the door… Han appeared in the hallway. “Did you have a romantic moment?” Felix jumped. “How are you always there?” Han smiled. “Talent.” Felix sighed. “You are impossible.” Han nodded. “Thank you.” ⸻ And that was the thing about their group. They were chaotic. Loud. Embarrassing. Completely impossible. But somehow… They had become family. And Jennie and Felix? They were still roasting each other every chance they got. Just now… There was a little more smiling between the insults.
Chapter 29 – Battle of the DJs Friday night. The biggest student DJ competition of the year. The prize? A trophy. Bragging rights. And a chance to perform at the city’s annual youth music festival. ⸻ The competition was being held at one of the city’s biggest music clubs. Since it was a school-sponsored event for student performers, there were teachers, security, and families in attendance. The dance floor was packed, the lights flashed across the room, and a huge stage stood at the center with an impressive DJ booth. The atmosphere was electric. ⸻ Jennie stepped backstage. Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves with a few silver clips catching the lights. She wore a black cropped leather jacket over a silver top, baggy black cargo pants, fingerless gloves, and black combat boots. She looked calm. At least on the outside. ⸻ Felix found her adjusting her headphones. His black hair was neatly styled, and he wore a black varsity jacket over a fitted black T-shirt, dark athletic pants, and white sneakers. “Nervous?” Jennie didn’t even look up. “No.” “Liar.” “I’m professionally nervous.” Felix laughed. “I’ll allow that.” ⸻ Han suddenly burst through the backstage curtain. His messy brown hair looked even messier than usual. He wore a green hoodie under a denim jacket with black jeans. “I HAVE NEWS!” Jennie sighed. “Is it good news?” “No.” “Then I don’t want it.” ⸻ Lisa walked in behind him. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was perfectly curled. She wore a black jacket, silver cargo pants, and platform boots. “The audience is huge.” Rosé smiled. Her lavender hair shimmered under the stage lights. She wore a lavender jacket, ripped jeans, and white boots. “They’re already cheering.” ⸻ Jisoo adjusted Jennie’s jacket. Her red hair was tied into a sleek ponytail, and she wore a cream blazer, black pants, and ankle boots. “You’ve practiced for this.” “You’ve got it.” ⸻ Hyunjin looked around dramatically. His blond hair was perfectly styled, and he wore a black designer-style jacket with layered necklaces. “The energy…” Han interrupted. “Can you stop narrating life for five minutes?” ⸻ An announcer stepped onto the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen…” “Welcome to the Battle of the DJs!” The crowd erupted. Music blasted through the speakers. Lights swept across the room. ⸻ Contestants took turns performing. Each one had ten minutes. Each one received huge cheers. Jennie watched quietly. Felix stood beside her. “You ready?” She nodded once. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” ⸻ “And now…” “Our final contestant…” “JENNIE!” The entire club cheered. ⸻ Jennie walked onto the stage. The lights dimmed. She placed her headphones on. Closed her eyes. Pressed play. ⸻ The first beat hit. The crowd exploded. Jennie mixed songs effortlessly, building the energy with every transition. The dance floor filled in seconds. Even the judges leaned forward. ⸻ Backstage… Han’s mouth dropped open. “Okay…” “I knew she was good.” “I didn’t know she was THAT good.” Lisa smiled proudly. “Told you.” ⸻ Felix couldn’t stop smiling. He folded his arms. “She’s incredible.” Rosé looked at him. “You’ve got the biggest smile in the room.” Felix immediately looked away. “I do not.” “You absolutely do.” ⸻ Jennie’s final transition hit. The lights flashed. The crowd clapped in rhythm. By the end of her set… The entire club was cheering her name. “JENNIE!” “JENNIE!” “JENNIE!” ⸻ She walked backstage, trying to stay cool. “So…” Han ran over. “So?!” “You nearly blew the roof off this place!” Jennie laughed. “Relax.” “I will not relax!” ⸻ Felix walked up. “You were amazing.” Jennie smiled. “You’ve said that before.” “I’ll probably say it again.” She nudged his shoulder. “Careful.” “Why?” “You keep giving me compliments.” He grinned. “I’m just telling the truth.” ⸻ The announcer returned to the stage. “The judges have made their decision.” The room became silent. “In third place…” Cheers echoed. “In second place…” More applause. Jennie squeezed her hands together. Felix noticed. Without saying anything… He gently gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. She looked at him. He simply smiled. ⸻ “And this year’s Battle of the DJs champion is…” A dramatic pause. “…JENNIE!” The entire club erupted. Han jumped so high he nearly knocked over a chair. Lisa screamed. Rosé hugged Jisoo. Hyunjin dramatically fell to one knee. “I KNEW IT!” ⸻ Jennie stood frozen. “Me?” The announcer laughed. “Yes, you.” Felix gently nudged her. “Go.” “You won.” ⸻ Jennie walked onto the stage. The trophy was placed in her hands. She looked out at the cheering crowd. Then down at her friends. Then at Felix. He gave her a thumbs-up. She smiled. A real one. The biggest smile anyone had seen from her. ⸻ Han yelled from the front row, “Speech!” Jennie picked up the microphone. “I only have one thing to say…” The crowd waited. She looked directly at Han. “…You’re still annoying.” The whole club burst into laughter. Han placed a hand over his heart. “I’ve never been so honored.” Felix laughed harder than anyone else. And somehow… Winning the competition felt amazing. But celebrating it with the people who had become her family… Made it even better.
Chapter 6 – Wait… You Live Here?! The School Festival had finally ended. Students slowly left campus, laughing and carrying prizes, snacks, and souvenirs. Jennie adjusted her silver headphones around her neck as she walked toward the student dorms. Her long black hair with soft curtain bangs rested neatly over her oversized black hoodie. She wore baggy black cargo pants with silver chains, black-and-white high-top sneakers, and carried her backpack over one shoulder. “Finally…” “Peace and quiet.” ⸻ Across campus, Felix headed toward the same building. His soft black hair was slightly messy after spending the entire day running the basketball booth. He wore his black-and-red varsity jacket over a white T-shirt, black athletic pants, and white basketball sneakers. A duffel bag hung over his shoulder while he lazily spun a basketball in one hand. “My bed…” “I’ve missed you.” ⸻ Walking behind him was Han. His soft brown hair stuck up in every direction after running around the festival all day. He wore his oversized dark green hoodie under a denim jacket, relaxed black jeans, and worn white sneakers. He was carrying three bags of leftover festival snacks. “I stole—” Jisoo looked at him. “You what?” Han corrected himself. “I legally rescued these snacks.” ⸻ Rosé and Lisa walked together. Rosé’s long lavender hair flowed over her oversized lavender cardigan. She wore ripped blue jeans and chunky white boots while carrying a small speaker. Lisa’s long ash-blonde hair with bangs bounced as she skipped beside her. She wore her black bomber jacket, a graphic T-shirt, baggy cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. Lisa grinned. “I can’t believe Jennie actually smiled today.” Rosé smiled. “It lasted about half a second.” ⸻ Jisoo followed behind them. Her long dark red hair rested neatly over one shoulder. She wore a cream knit sweater, a black pleated skirt, black tights, and ankle boots. “I saw it too.” Lisa gasped dramatically. “We witnessed history.” ⸻ Hyunjin walked with his suitcase. His long blond hair looked perfect even after a full day at the festival. He wore an oversized cream sweater, black wide-leg trousers, layered silver necklaces, and clean sneakers. He looked up at the dorm building. “Home…” “…but make it fashionable.” Han sighed. “How do you make a building fashionable?” Hyunjin smiled. “You simply exist near it.” ⸻ The seven students walked toward the entrance. Jennie reached the front door first. She unlocked it. Stepped inside. Kicked off her shoes. “…Finally.” She walked into the living room— —and froze. There… Standing in the kitchen… Was Felix. He froze too. “…” “…” “…Why are you in my dorm?” Jennie asked. Felix frowned. “Your dorm?” “This is my dorm.” Jennie crossed her arms. “No.” “It literally is.” Felix pointed at the couch. “My bag is here.” Jennie pointed at the hallway. “My room is here.” Before either of them could say another word… Han walked in carrying his mountain of snacks. He looked at both of them. “Oh.” He slowly backed toward the door. “I’m coming back later.” “No, you’re not!” Jennie and Felix shouted. Han grinned. “Okay… this is funny.” ⸻ Rosé, Lisa, Jisoo, and Hyunjin walked in a few seconds later. Lisa looked around. “…Wait.” She looked at Jennie. “You didn’t know?” Jennie blinked. “Know what?” Rosé tilted her head. “The principal combined the dorms yesterday.” Jennie slowly turned toward Felix. Felix slowly turned toward Jennie. Jisoo quietly nodded. “You’re roommates now.” Silence. Complete… Absolute… Silence. Then— “WHAT?!” Jennie and Felix yelled so loudly that everyone in the hallway stopped walking. Han nearly dropped all his snacks laughing. “I KNEW THEY DIDN’T KNOW!” ⸻ Jennie pointed at Felix. “I am not sharing a dorm with Basketball.” Felix pointed back. “And I’m not sharing one with DJ Disaster.” Jennie gasped. “DJ Disaster?” Felix shrugged. “It sounded cool.” Jennie smiled. “Basketball Boy.” Felix. “Headphone Queen.” Jennie. “Free Throw Failure.” Felix. “Playlist Goblin.” Jennie. “Varsity Jacket Advertisement.” Felix. “Walking Volume Warning.” Han clapped. “THEY’RE FREESTYLING!” Lisa quickly pulled out her phone. “I’m writing these down.” Rosé laughed so hard she had to sit on the couch. Even Jisoo covered her mouth to hide a smile. Hyunjin nodded dramatically. “This…” “…is the greatest plot twist of the year.” ⸻ Just then, the dorm supervisor walked in. “Good evening, everyone.” He smiled. “I hope you’re all settling in.” Jennie immediately raised her hand. “I have a complaint.” Felix raised his hand too. “So do I.” The supervisor looked at them. “Too bad.” He handed them a paper. Dorm Assignment Room 204 Occupants: Jennie & Felix Jennie stared at the paper. Felix stared at the paper. Han leaned over. “So…” He grinned. “You two are officially roommates.” Jennie and Felix looked at each other. Then looked away at exactly the same time. “This is going to be the worst year ever.” They both said it together. Lisa burst into laughter. “Oh…” “This is going to be the best year ever.”
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked *Macy’s head lifts a little more. The idea of stopping the spread seems to momentarily cut through her haze of misery. Her eyes flicker between you and Alba, a sliver of desperate hope warring with her confusion.* You... you can do that? Make them stop? *Before you can answer, Alba steps directly in front of you, physically blocking your view of Macy. Her voice is low and dangerous.* Don't you dare make promises you can't keep. And don't you dare try to manipulate her. You think fixing the mess you made is going to change anything? *She leans in closer, her jaw tight.* This isn't about blocking photos. This is about you violating her trust in the worst possible way. You're not helping. You're trying to cover your tracks. *From behind Alba, Macy's small voice cuts in, a little stronger this time.* Alba, wait. How? How can you block them? *Alba doesn't turn, her glare fixed on you.* She's lying, Macy. It's a trick to make you think she's on your side. There's no way to just 'block' them once they're out there. Macy yes I have a way (looking down I reflect on the past where my father showed me how to make computer codes where I then got old and used coding skills to hack ATM machines for money I then look up and answer Macy) yes I can make a code that could act as a virus on any one’s computer or phone blocking your photos and videos even your name I don’t like to use this because on my past but to prove my innocence and to help a friend I’ll do what I can *Alba stares at you, her expression shifting from pure rage to sharp, cynical disbelief. A humorless smirk touches her lips.* Oh, I see. So now you're not just a backstabbing friend, you're a hacker too? That's your story? That you have some magic 'code' to fix everything? *She shakes her head slowly, her eyes narrowing.* This just makes you look more guilty. How convenient that you suddenly have the exact skills needed to do something like this. Maybe that's how you got the photos in the first place. Hacked her laptop. *Macy pushes herself up to a sitting position on the bed, her brows furrowed. The talk of viruses and codes seems to confuse and frighten her more than reassure her. She wraps her arms around her knees.* You can... hack things? Like, illegally? *The question is soft, laced with a new kind of uncertainty. The trust she once had in you is being replaced by the image of a stranger with a hidden, criminal past.* *Alba doesn't take her eyes off you. Her voice drops, losing its sarcastic edge and becoming colder, more calculating.* You say you have a past. What kind of past? Hacking ATMs, you said? Prove it. Show us. If you can really do what you say you can, do it right now. Block one photo. One comment. Let's see this 'code' of yours in action. *She gestures with her head towards the laptop still sitting on Macy's desk.* There's the computer. Go on. Show us what you can do.
Chapter 3 – Detention… Together? The next morning, the school was already loud. Everyone was talking about the same thing. Jennie and Felix. The school’s coolest DJ and its basketball star had officially become the school’s funniest rivalry. ⸻ Jennie walked through the hallway with her long black hair falling smoothly over her shoulders, styled with soft curtain bangs like her famous “Ice Cream” and “How You Like That” looks. She wore an oversized charcoal hoodie, loose black cargo pants with silver chains, and black-and-white high-top sneakers. Her silver headphones rested around her neck, ready for whenever inspiration hit. She was the school’s legendary DJ. And also the person most likely to destroy someone’s confidence with one sentence. ⸻ Felix entered from the gym hallway, carrying his basketball. His soft black hair was slightly messy from practice, falling naturally over his forehead. He wore a black-and-red varsity jacket over a white T-shirt, relaxed black athletic pants, and clean white basketball sneakers. He was the captain of the basketball team. Popular. Talented. And still confused why Jennie didn’t think he was impressive. ⸻ Walking beside Felix was Han. Han’s soft brown hair was slightly messy, with a few strands sticking up like he had rushed out of bed. His expressive eyes always gave away when he was about to make a joke. He wore an oversized dark green hoodie layered under a denim jacket, relaxed black jeans, and comfortable white sneakers. His backpack hung from one shoulder, usually filled with random snacks, notebooks, and things nobody understood why he carried. Han was the school’s unofficial comedian. He loved drama. Especially when the drama involved Jennie and Felix arguing. ⸻ Near the music room, Rosé adjusted her headphones. Her long lavender hair fell in soft waves down her back. She wore an oversized lavender cardigan over a white T-shirt, ripped light-blue jeans, and chunky white boots. Her style was relaxed but artistic, matching her love for music. She smiled when she saw Jennie. “This is going to be interesting.” ⸻ Lisa appeared beside her with a mischievous grin. Her long ash-blonde hair with bangs framed her face perfectly. She wore an oversized black bomber jacket, a graphic T-shirt, baggy cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. Lisa loved chaos. And Jennie and Felix provided plenty. “I give them five minutes before they fight.” Rosé looked at her. “Five?” Lisa nodded. “Okay. Three.” ⸻ Jisoo walked toward class carrying her books. Her long dark red hair was neatly styled, shining under the hallway lights. She wore a cream knit sweater, black pleated skirt with black tights, and polished ankle boots. A small necklace and simple earrings completed her elegant look. She sighed. “I already know today will be exhausting.” ⸻ Leaning against a locker was Hyunjin. His long blond hair was perfectly styled, making him look like he belonged in a fashion magazine. He wore an oversized cream sweater, black wide-leg trousers, layered silver necklaces, and clean designer sneakers. He watched the hallway dramatically. “The energy today…” Everyone stared at him. “What?” Hyunjin shrugged. “It feels like the beginning of a legendary rivalry.” Han nodded. “He’s not wrong.” ⸻ Then the bell rang. History class. Everyone sat down. Mr. Kim walked in carrying a stack of papers. “Today, you will begin your group projects.” The entire class groaned. “Partners have already been chosen.” Jennie immediately looked suspicious. Felix looked nervous. Mr. Kim smiled. “Jennie and Felix.” Silence. “No.” They both said it at the same time. The class exploded. Han slammed his notebook down. “THEY AGREED ON SOMETHING!” Lisa clapped. “Historic moment.” ⸻ After class, Felix walked over. “So we have to work together.” Jennie looked up. “Unfortunately.” “You make it sound painful.” “It is.” Felix crossed his arms. “You’re impossible.” Jennie smiled. “And you’re predictable.” “How?” “Basketball. Practice. Basketball. More basketball.” Felix pointed at her. “You literally carry headphones everywhere.” “Because I make music.” “And I play basketball.” “Exactly.” Felix frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means I create something people remember.” Han gasped. “OH.” Rosé covered her mouth trying not to laugh. Felix shook his head. “You’re lucky you’re funny.” Jennie smiled. “I know.” ⸻ After school, they met in the library. Felix opened the project instructions. “We should actually work.” Jennie nodded. “Finally. A smart idea.” Felix smiled. “Was that a compliment?” “No.” “I knew it.” ⸻ Ten minutes later… Felix dropped his pencil. Jennie looked at him. “Already struggling?” “I dropped a pencil.” “Exactly.” Han whispered from another table, “She turned dropping a pencil into an insult.” Lisa nodded. “That’s talent.” ⸻ Then Felix accidentally knocked over his water bottle. It rolled into Jennie’s backpack. She opened it. Everyone waited. She pulled out… A rubber chicken. Felix stared. “Why?” Jennie looked serious. “Emergency purposes.” “What emergency requires a rubber chicken?” “Any emergency.” Han laughed so hard he almost fell out of his chair. Jisoo shook her head. “I don’t even want to know.” Hyunjin smiled. “Perfect. The rivalry has a mascot.” Felix laughed. And Jennie tried not to. But for a second… She smiled. Only a second. Nobody noticed. Except Felix.
The healing stones had stopped making sense three days ago. Mira noticed it the way one notices a familiar heartbeat becoming irregular—not at first, but with a creeping certainty that something in the rhythm has fundamentally shifted. She stood in the monastery infirmary at dusk, her hands suspended over a stone no larger than a fist, and waited for the resonance she'd come to depend on like breath. Nothing. Or rather: something. But wrong. "You're doing it again," Thea said from the doorway, not unkindly. Her friend held two cups of evening tea, steam rising in thin spirals that dissipated into nothing. "The thinking-so-hard-your-face-goes-blank thing." Mira didn't look up. "The stones are different." "Different how?" How indeed. Mira had spent eight years learning the language these ancient stones spoke-a subtle vibration that aligned with her own gift, amplifying it, creating channels through which her intuition could flow like water finding its course. When she placed a remedy against their surface, the stones would hum, and that hum would tell her things. *This will work. This won't. This one requires patience. This one is already too late.* Never words, precisely. But certainty. The kind that came from somewhere older than language. But the gift itself-that had always been hers alone. She'd known it since childhood, that strange knowing that lived beneath her skin like a second heartbeat. When she held a fevered rabbit at seven, she hadn't been reciting learned knowledge. She'd felt the fever as a presence, an intruder, and she'd known-with the absolute clarity of a child who hasn't yet learned to doubt-that it could be asked to leave. The monks had recognized it immediately. A true gift, they'd said. Rare. Ancient. Real. The stones had come later, offered as tools to strengthen what was already within her. To amplify the signal that her own body could perceive. And for eight years, they had done exactly that. She would place her hands on them and feel her gift expand, sharpen, become precise enough to guide her remedies with surgical accuracy. Until three days ago, when the signal began to loop back on itself. "They're... circling," Mira said finally. "The pattern. It goes around itself instead of outward." Thea set the tea on the small table between them with the deliberate care of someone setting down something that might explode. She was used to Mira's cryptic diagnoses-of villages, of individuals, of the invisible architecture of suffering. But there was something in Mira's voice now that made her move slowly. "Circles are stable," Thea offered. "Maybe that's not wrong." Mira finally turned. In the failing light, her friend looked younger than thirty, which was unfair. Thea had earned her lines the honest way-through years of kneeling beside dying people, learning what comfort looked like when it was all that remained. But something in her face had smoothed lately. Or perhaps Mira was simply learning to stop seeing her clearly. The thought came sharp and unbidden, and with it: the first cold touch of doubt. ーーー The monastery had welcomed them both as girls. Mira's gift had announced itself early-her mother found her once, age seven, holding a fevered rabbit, and the fever broke. Just like that. Like she'd asked it politely to leave. The monks recognized something in her they'd seen before, in their own ancient texts. A healer whose knowing transcended learning. They offered sanctuary, knowledge, space to grow into whatever she was becoming. Thea came two years later, smaller and feral, caught stealing medicines from the infirmary stores. Instead of punishment, the head monk-Brother Aldwin, ancient even then-had asked her why. *For my mother*, Thea had said. *She's burning up and no one will help her.* He'd walked her to the infirmary himselt, shown her how to prepare a draught, how to cool a brow, how to sit with someone in darkness without trying to light it. By morning, Thea's mother had died anyway. By evening, Thea had chosen to stay. They'd grown up in these halls. They'd learned that healing was sometimes mercy, sometimes mystery, always a form of prayer whispered in a language the body understood even when the mind didn't. And the stones had been their gospel. Dependable. Ancient. *True*. --- By the fourth day, Mira had moved into the infirmary proper. She told herself it was necessary-there was a fever spreading through the village, the kind that didn't respond to simple remedies, the kind that required constant adjustment, intuitive recalibration. But the truth was simpler and more frightening: she couldn't leave the stones. Couldn't stop trying to read the pattern they'd begun drawing. Circles within circles. Concentric and endless. Like the mouth of a well. Like the grooves worn into stone by ten thousand years of fingers pressing, searching, hoping. Brother Aldwin found her at midnight, still in her work clothes, surrounded by herbs and stones and notes she'd written in a hand that barely resembled her own. "You haven't slept," he observed. Not a question. The old monk moved through the world in certainties. It was one of the things that had once comforted her. "The stones are changing," Mira said. "And I don't know why." Aldwin lowered himself into a chair with the careful deliberation of something made of glass. He was smaller than she remembered. Or perhaps she'd grown. Time did strange things in these stone halls-sometimes it moved like molasses, sometimes it vanished entirely. "The stones don't change," he said quietly. "They've remained as they've been since they were placed here, three centuries past. Since the monastery was built on ground the healers chose." "They're changing," Mira repeated, and heard the fever in her own voice. The thing underneath the calm. "The resonance is different. It's—" "Mira." His eyes were the color of old water. "Have you considered that perhaps you are the one who has changed?" The words landed like stones dropped down that well. She heard them descending. She heard the silence that followed before impact. "No," she said. And then: "That's not-that's not how this works." But even as she said it, she felt the first small crack in the architecture of her certainty. Because what was certainty, after all? What was the difference between a stone speaking to you and you speaking to yourself, and learning only later that you'd been the only voice in the conversation all along? "Aldwin," she said, and her voice sounded very young. "Do you believe in the stones?" He didn't answer immediately. He looked at his hands-liver-spotted, ancient, trembling slightly. "I believe in the healers," he said finally. "I have always believed in the healers. The stones were meant to help us believe in ourselves." --- She found the journal in Brother Aldwin's quarters. Not deliberately-he'd asked her to bring him tea, and her hands, trained by years of healer's pragmatism, had simply opened drawers while she waited for him to emerge from the washroom. Looking for something she didn't know she was searching for. The journal was old, older than anything she'd thought to preserve. The handwriting was Aldwin's, younger, more aggressive in its loops. And the entries were all the same, repeated like a prayer worn smooth by obsessive repetition: *The stones do not speak. I have listened for thirty years. The stones do not speak. Perhaps I have become the voice. Perhaps I have been telling myself stories about what I wish to hear.* *The remedies worked because I believed in them. The patients healed because we expected them to. The stones are only stone.* *This is the knowledge I cannot unknow. This is the wound that will not close.* The entries spanned decades. The handwriting never settled. It spiraled inward, tighter and tighter, circling the same truth over and over like something trapped. Mira sat on the edge of his narrow bed, the journal loose in her hands, and felt something shift inside her. Not breaking. Shifting. The way ground shifts before a landslide. The way the world rearranges itself when you learn something that cannot be unlearned. Her hands were shaking. She read the same passage three times, four times, and each time it felt like drowning in slow motion. Aldwin-the man who had taught her everything, who had placed the healing stones in her palms and told her they were ancient and true-had spent his entire life doubting them. Had spent decades circling the same terrible knowledge: that perhaps there was no magic at all. Only the power of expectation. Only the human capacity to heal itself when given permission and belief. She thought of every patient she'd ever treated with absolute certainty. Every time she'd felt the stones hum beneath her palms and known -*known*—what would work. Had that been the gift? Or had it been something far more mundane: observation, intuition, the natural patterns of illness and recovery that she'd learned to read so well she'd mistaken the reading for magic? The journal fell from her hands. She pressed her palms against her eyes and felt the first hot tears of rage and grief and something far worse: uncertainty. The kind that didn't resolve into anything clean. The kind that would live in her now, a permanent guest. When Aldwin emerged from the washroom twenty minutes later, she was still sitting there. He stopped in the doorway. He saw the journal. He saw her face. For a moment, neither of them moved. "How long?" Mira asked. Her voice sounded like it came from very far away. Aldwin closed the door behind him. He looked diminished, suddenly—not the ancient wise man but simply an old person, worn down by the weight of a secret he'd carried alone. "Since I was younger than you are now," he said quietly. "Fifty-three years." "And you never told anyone." "I told myself," he said. "Over and over. Does that count?" Mira stood. She needed to move or she would shatter. "Every patient I've ever healed. Every time I told someone they would recover and they did. Every time I felt the stones guide me. Was that—" She couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't shape the question into words. "You have a gift," Aldwin said, and there was something almost desperate in his voice now. "Mira, listen to me. You do. I don't know what it is, but it's not the stones. The gift is yours. It always has been.""How do you know?" she demanded. "How can you possibly know that?" "Because I watched you," he said. "I watched you for eight years, and I watched you heal people in ways that shouldn't have been possible. Yes, I've doubted the stones. Yes, I've spent half a century wondering if I was a fraud. But I never once doubted you. Not really. Not in the moments that mattered." Mira turned away from him. She couldn't look at his face, at the terrible honesty written there. "You should have told me." "I know." "You should have warned me." "I know," he repeated. And then: "But I was afraid. I was afraid that if I told you the truth about my doubt, I would plant it in you. And I needed-" His voice cracked slightly. "I needed to believe that at least one of us had certainty. That at least one of us was still whole." She heard the break in him then. Fifty-three years of isolation, of circling the same terrible knowledge alone. And she understood, with a clarity that was almost painful, that this was the real gift he'd been asking her to hold for him: the belief he could no longer maintain. "I don't know how to do this," she said quietly. "Neither did I," Aldwin replied. "But you will. You're stronger than I was." --- The fever broke on the seventh day. The village children recovered. The old woman who'd been burning up in the cottage by the north gate opened her eyes and asked for water. All the remedies worked, just as they always had. But when Mira returned to the infirmary that evening, she didn't go directly to the stones. Instead, she sat with Thea in the corner of the room, surrounded by drying herbs and cooling salves, and told her everything. Thea listened without interrupting. She was good at that-at reading the specific shape of someone's ruin and knowing when words would only make it worse. When Mira finished, her friend was quiet for a long moment. "Did you know?" Mira asked. "No," Thea said. And then, because she was kind, she added: "But I suspected. I suspected because I watched the way you moved, even in your doubt. You moved like someone who knew exactly what she was doing. The stones were never what made you certain, Mira. They were just the story you told yourself about where your certainty came from." Mira thought about this. "So what am I, then? If not a healer with a gift?" "You're still a healer," Thea said. "Maybe that's all you ever were. Someone who pays attention. Someone who believes people can get better and acts on that belief in ways that matter. That's not nothing. That might be everything." --- The next morning, Mira approached the stones differently. She didn't place her hands on them expecting to receive guidance. Instead, she picked up a remedy-willow bark and honey for the fever that still lingered in one of the village children-and she held it to the stone and simply waited. The hum came. The pattern spiraled. Circles within circles, drawing inward toward some center she would never quite reach. But this time, when she felt the resonance, she didn't try to interpret it as the stone's voice. Instead, she let it be what it was: a physical vibration that her own nervous system registered, amplified by the stone's density and her own attention. The hum became a mirror. It reflected back everything she already knew— the properties of the remedy, the nature of the fever, the body's own capacity to heal. And that was enough. She carried the remedy to the cottage where the child lay half-awake, fever still painting her cheeks with unnatural color. Mira sat on the edge of the bed and spooned the mixture between small lips. The girl swallowed obediently. "Will I get better?" the child asked, with the directness of the very young. Mira looked at this small person, burning with fever, looking to her for certainty. And she made a choice. "Yes," she said. Not because the stones had told her. Not because some mystical gift guaranteed it. But because she had studied the patterns of this fever for a week, because she understood this child's body and its capacity for recovery, because she believed in the remedies she'd prepared with her own hands, and because belief itself-genuine, grounded, earned through years of practice-was its own form of power. "You're going to get better," Mira said again. "I'm going to help you." The child closed her eyes and seemed satisfied. When Mira returned to the monastery that evening, she found Brother Aldwin in the infirmary, standing before the healing stones. He turned when he heard her footsteps. "about what I should have done differently. And I think the answer is: nothing. Or everything. I'm still not sure which." Mira stood beside him, looking at the stones that had been her entire world. "The pattern is still there," she said. "Yes." "And it still spirals inward. Still circles back on itself." "Yes." "But I'm not lost in it anymore," Mira said. "I'm not trying to reach the center. I think I understand now-the pattern was never meant to lead anywhere. It was meant to make us still. To make us listen. And what we listen for, what we hear in that stillness... that comes from us. That was always us." Aldwin nodded slowly. "I wish I'd understood that sooner." "Maybe I can," Mira said. "Maybe that's the gift —not that I have certainty, but that I can live with the uncertainty and still act. Still help people. Still believe in the remedies and the body's power to heal, even though I can't prove where my knowing comes from." She placed her hand on the nearest stone. It was cool beneath her palm, just stone, just the accumulation of minerals pressed together over millennia. And somehow, that was more miraculous than magic would have been. The earth, shaped by time. Her hand, shaped by practice and attention. The space between them, where healing happened. The monastery walls hummed around her, ancient and listening. She listened back-not for the voice of the stones, but for her own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say * don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply Tor the voice or the stones, buttor ner own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say *I don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply different languages for the same truth. The monastery walls hummed. The stones waited, patient and silent. And Mira, at last, was ready to move forward.
A new female deticitve comes to a crie scene where her new male cooleges are there with scars on thier faces starting new case in a new city with new team
Photo 1 is working behind a cute modern little coffee shop wearing a super cute uniform and hat. Photo 1 is behind the register smiling serving customers. Photo 4 and Photo 1 walk into the coffee shop and are wearing, doing and looking exactly the same as photo 3 as they enter. Photo 3 and 4 walkin in with very serious faces. Customers start to stare and gush over them walking inside. 2 co workers of photo 1 are behind the counter where photo 1 is and are gushing over photo 4 and saying things like “ OMG! LOOK AT HIM! “ He comes in here everyday and orders the same thing” “I want him! “ I want him too” Photo 1 looks at photo 4 and photo 3 and thinks “ they looks like ordinary guys to me, they just look like they really like black.” Photo 4 then walks up to the register where photo 1 is standing with photo 3 standing behind him watching the customers. Photo 1 then ask “ what can I get you with a smile?” Photo 4 then replies with a relaxed and pleasant face “ 1 iced coffee please.” Photo 1 then hands him the coffee and says “ see you next time” Photo 4 then thinks “I’ll always want to see you”. while staring at photo 1.
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 with white ankle socks and isn’t wearing her glasses. Photo 3 is wearing the outfit in photo 4 and black socks. Panel shows photo 1 and photo 3 are sitting on the coach on their Apple laptops. Photo 3 says to photo 1 “Mei, I just wanna tell you that ever since we broke up I’ve been thinking about you, seeing you in my dreams.” “ I know I promised just studying but every time I see you I can’t help myself but to say how I feel” Photo 1 looks at photo 3 with a really red brushed face and says “Miii, mm, Micheol, I…I don’t know what to say.” Photo 3 then leans over to photo 1 and kisses her. Photo 3 and 1 stop kissing at look into each others eyes(Panel shows close up) Photo 1 then says “Come with me.” Photo 1 then takes the hand of photo 3 and walks in front of him to take him to the bedroom.