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(Panel shows photo 1 sitting in the corner at the table looking out the window and people. Panel 1 is sitting in MowMow’s Hot Spot a Korean hot pot restaurant.) Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2. Photo 3 is wearing the out in photo 4. Photo 3 is walking towards photo 1 from behind as photo 1 is looking out the window waiting. Photo 3 then takes a seat in front of photo 1 and says “Hey!” with a handsome smile. Photo 1 then looks shocked and she “ Hey, where did you come from?” Photo 3 says “I was in the area, just got done with class.” Photo 1 then says with a concerned face “Okay.“ “I’m sorry for the way I acted towards you. Especially since I was the one that reached out to you first. Photo 3 then looks shocked and said “Why are you apologizing?” Photo then scratches the back of his head with his eyes closed with a nervous look on his face and says “ If anything I should be the one apologizing.” Photo 3 then looks at the table with a straight face and says “I’m the one who made you feel that way, it’s because of me that you feel that you have to apologize for being yourself.” Photo 1 looks at photo 3 with a soft and concerned look and says “I have a question, why?” “ Why did you cheat so many times” Photo 3 then looks at photo 1 in shock. Photo 3 then looks at the table with a relaxed face and says “Because I’m damaged, because I’m broken, because I didn’t know how bad I was hurting you.” A waiter comes over and brings the hot pot meal and lays it out on the table. Photo 1 and photo 3 then look at each other. Panel shows side view of photo 1 and photo 3 sitting across from each other. Photo 1 and photo 3 both think “ Where do we go from here?”
クイズ学園アイドル部 第1回「開校スペシャル」 🎵 オープニング（2分） （明るい音楽🎶） 👥 全員 「みんなで笑って！みんなで学ぼう！」 観客 「クイズ学園アイドル部！！」 ✨メンバーがダンスしながら登場✨ 🎤 MC 「今日は第1回！クイズもコントもゲームも全部楽しんでいこう！」 ⸻ 😂 コーナー① 学校あるあるコント（8分） テーマ 「テストの日」 * テスト前に慌てる生徒 * 消しゴムを忘れる生徒 * 問題を見て固まる生徒 * 先生のツッコミ 最後は全員で大笑い！ ⸻ 🌍 コーナー② 世界クイズ（7分） 「世界一大きい海は？」 「エッフェル塔はどこの国？」 「世界で一番大きい動物は？」 正解すると⭐ポイント獲得！ ⸻ 🔬 コーナー③ 理科・数学クイズ（7分） 🧪 理科 「植物が光を使って栄養を作ることを何という？」 ➕ 数学 「12×8＝？」 💡 ひらめき問題も1問！ ⸻ 🎮 コーナー④ ゲーム対決（10分） * ジェスチャーゲーム * 絵しりとり * バランスチャレンジ 勝ったチームはボーナスポイント！ ⸻ 🏆 コーナー⑤ クイズ王決定戦（6分） 最後の一問は100ポイント！ 逆転できるチャンス！ 優勝者には 👑「クイズ王」の王冠！
[6-р зураг] Зоригоо хуучин зургийг гаргаж ирнэ. Зоригоо: “Гэхдээ тэр хүн миний амьдралаас алга болсон гэж би бодож байсан…” Хүслэн зураг руу харна. Тэр эмэгтэй… Ариунаа.
Un niño que vive con su madre y padre en una comunidad al sur de Colombia en un mundo postapocaliptico donde un virus zombie afecto a casi a toda a la humanidad llevando a su casi extinción donde los supervivientes se adentran a misiones para buscar recursos y mantenerse vivos donde son llamados Soldados Rasos
Book 2 – Chapter 36: Operation Jisoo — Hyunjin’s Dramatic Disaster After Han and Felix completed their missions… Everyone thought Hyunjin would be the easiest. ⸻ They were completely wrong. ⸻ The Final Emergency Meeting ⸻ The dorm room was quiet. Too quiet. ⸻ Felix sat on the couch. Han was eating snacks. ⸻ Then… The door opened dramatically. ⸻ Hyunjin walked in. ⸻ Slowly. ⸻ Very slowly. ⸻ Wearing sunglasses. ⸻ Everyone stared. ⸻ Han lowered his snack. “What are you doing?” ⸻ Hyunjin removed the sunglasses. ⸻ “Preparing.” ⸻ “For what?” ⸻ “My greatest moment.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Felix blinked. ⸻ “You are asking Jisoo to the dance.” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “Not proposing.” ⸻ Hyunjin looked offended. ⸻ “I know.” ⸻ “Because you are acting like you’re proposing.” ⸻ Hyunjin ignored him. ⸻ “I need the perfect words.” ⸻ Han laughed. ⸻ “You mean a dramatic speech.” ⸻ “Exactly.” ⸻ Felix sighed. ⸻ “Oh no.” ⸻ ⸻ The Speech Practice ⸻ Hyunjin stood in front of the mirror. ⸻ “Jisoo…” ⸻ He paused. ⸻ “When I first saw you—” ⸻ Han immediately stopped him. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Hyunjin turned. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “Too much.” ⸻ “But it’s meaningful.” ⸻ “It’s a dance invitation, not a movie ending.” ⸻ Hyunjin frowned. ⸻ “You’re ruining my art.” ⸻ Felix laughed. ⸻ “Your art is terrifying.” ⸻ Hyunjin tried again. ⸻ “Jisoo, you are the light that—” ⸻ “Stop.” ⸻ Felix covered his face. ⸻ “You can’t say ‘the light’ before asking someone to dance.” ⸻ “Why?” ⸻ “Because she might think you joined a poetry club.” ⸻ Han nodded. ⸻ “Or a drama competition.” ⸻ Hyunjin sighed. ⸻ “You two have no romance.” ⸻ ⸻ Operation Begins ⸻ The next day… Hyunjin found Jisoo in the garden. ⸻ Jisoo was sitting peacefully. Her long blonde hair with lavender-pink tips moved softly in the breeze. She wore a cream cardigan, a simple dress, and sneakers. ⸻ Hyunjin walked toward her. ⸻ Slowly. ⸻ Jisoo looked up. ⸻ “Why are you walking like you’re entering a stage?” ⸻ Hyunjin stopped. ⸻ “Do I do that?” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “Okay.” ⸻ He sat down. ⸻ Jisoo smiled. ⸻ “Are you okay?” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “You look nervous.” ⸻ “I am not.” ⸻ “You are.” ⸻ Hyunjin sighed. ⸻ “Why is everyone so good at noticing things?” ⸻ Jisoo laughed. ⸻ ⸻ The Actual Question ⸻ Hyunjin took a breath. ⸻ “Jisoo.” ⸻ She looked at him. ⸻ “I wanted to ask…” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ Han’s voice appeared in his head: “Don’t make it a movie.” ⸻ Felix’s voice: “Don’t say ‘light.’” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. ⸻ “Would you go to the dance with me?” ⸻ Simple. ⸻ Normal. ⸻ Jisoo blinked. ⸻ Then smiled. ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ Hyunjin froze. ⸻ “Wait.” ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “That’s it?” ⸻ Jisoo laughed. ⸻ “What did you expect?” ⸻ “I don’t know.” ⸻ “You looked like you were about to give a speech.” ⸻ Hyunjin looked away. ⸻ “I prepared one.” ⸻ Jisoo smiled. ⸻ “Of course you did.” ⸻ ⸻ Back at the Dorm ⸻ Hyunjin walked in. ⸻ Felix and Han looked up. ⸻ “Well?” ⸻ Hyunjin stood silently. ⸻ Then… ⸻ He dramatically fell onto the couch. ⸻ “I succeeded.” ⸻ Han laughed. ⸻ “Did you survive?” ⸻ “Barely.” ⸻ Felix smiled. ⸻ “Did you say the speech?” ⸻ Hyunjin looked offended. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ “Good.” ⸻ “Why?” ⸻ “Because it would have taken an hour.” ⸻ Hyunjin crossed his arms. ⸻ “It was beautiful.” ⸻ Han nodded. ⸻ “I’m sure it was.” ⸻ “You’re mocking me.” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ Three missions. ⸻ Three successes. ⸻ Han and Rosé. Felix and Jennie. Hyunjin and Jisoo. ⸻ Now only one thing remained… ⸻ The college dance. ⸻ And everyone knew… With Jennie as the DJ… It was going to be unforgettable.
Book 2 – Chapter 34: Operation Rose — Han’s Impossible Mission The college dance was only hours away. The outfits were ready. The decorations were done. The music was prepared. ⸻ But three boys had one huge problem. ⸻ They needed to ask three girls. ⸻ Operation One: Han → Rosé ⸻ And Han was completely failing. ⸻ The Boys’ Emergency Meeting ⸻ The dorm room looked like a war room. ⸻ Han sat on the bed staring at his phone. His black hair fading into blue at the ends was slightly messy from stress. He wore a blue jacket, black jeans, and sneakers. ⸻ Felix looked at him. His blonde hair was styled neatly, and he wore a black shirt with dark pants. ⸻ “You’ve been staring at the same message for twenty minutes.” ⸻ Han looked up. “I’m creating the perfect message.” ⸻ Hyunjin walked in. His red-tipped hair was perfectly styled, and he wore a black jacket. ⸻ “What have you written?” ⸻ Han showed them. ⸻ “Hey Rosé, would you like to attend the dance with me?” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Felix blinked. ⸻ “That’s it?” ⸻ Han looked offended. “Yes.” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. ⸻ “Honestly…” ⸻ Han smiled. ⸻ “See? Good.” ⸻ “…It’s so normal that it’s suspicious.” ⸻ Han’s smile disappeared. ⸻ “What does that mean?” ⸻ “It means you.” ⸻ Felix laughed. ⸻ “You wrote a normal sentence and somehow made it weird.” ⸻ Han sighed. ⸻ “Helpful. Both of you are incredibly helpful.” ⸻ Operation Begins ⸻ Han walked into the practice room. ⸻ Rosé was there. ⸻ Her short blonde Apatapate-inspired hair was styled beautifully, and she wore a casual outfit with a denim jacket, a simple top, and jeans. She was organizing music. ⸻ Han froze. ⸻ Immediately forgot his plan. ⸻ Rosé looked up. ⸻ “Han?” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “Why are you standing there like you forgot how doors work?” ⸻ Han blinked. ⸻ “I was…” ⸻ Thinking. ⸻ Rosé smiled. ⸻ “That’s dangerous.” ⸻ Han laughed nervously. ⸻ “Very funny.” ⸻ He took a breath. ⸻ “Rosé, I wanted to ask—” ⸻ Suddenly… A speaker behind him made a loud noise. ⸻ Han jumped. ⸻ Rosé stared. ⸻ “Are you okay?” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “You looked scared.” ⸻ “I was attacked by technology.” ⸻ Rosé laughed. ⸻ “Technology attacked you?” ⸻ “It was unexpected.” ⸻ The Actual Question ⸻ Han tried again. ⸻ “Rosé.” ⸻ She looked at him. ⸻ “Would you…” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ Han’s brain stopped. ⸻ “…help me choose a jacket?” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Rosé blinked. ⸻ “A jacket?” ⸻ Han immediately regretted everything. ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “That was your big question?” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ “Good.” ⸻ Han covered his face. ⸻ “That was terrible.” ⸻ Rosé laughed. ⸻ “Very.” ⸻ He smiled. ⸻ Then finally… ⸻ “Would you go to the dance with me?” ⸻ Quiet. ⸻ Rosé looked surprised. ⸻ Then smiled. ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ Han froze. ⸻ “Wait.” ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “You said yes?” ⸻ Rosé laughed. ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “I didn’t expect that.” ⸻ “Why?” ⸻ “Because I spent three hours preparing and still almost asked about jackets.” ⸻ Rosé laughed harder. ⸻ “You almost invited me to a fashion consultation.” ⸻ “Exactly.” ⸻ ⸻ The Celebration ⸻ Han ran back to the dorm. ⸻ Felix looked up. ⸻ “Well?” ⸻ Han dramatically fell onto the couch. ⸻ “Mission complete.” ⸻ Hyunjin clapped slowly. ⸻ “Congratulations.” ⸻ Felix smiled. ⸻ “She said yes?” ⸻ Han nodded proudly. ⸻ Then immediately added: ⸻ “After I almost ruined everything.” ⸻ Felix laughed. ⸻ “That’s very Han.” ⸻ Han pointed. ⸻ “Now it’s your turn.” ⸻ Felix froze. ⸻ Because tomorrow… ⸻ Operation Two: Felix → Jennie ⸻ And everyone knew… ⸻ That was going to be much harder.
Book 2 – Chapter 38: Dance Night — The Grand Entrance The wait was over. ⸻ The college dance had arrived. ⸻ The campus that usually felt ordinary had completely transformed. Golden lights covered the courtyard. Music echoed through the hall. Everyone was dressed up. Everyone was excited. ⸻ And somewhere inside the dorm… Four girls were getting ready. ⸻ The Girls’ Final Preparations ⸻ Jennie stood in front of the mirror. Her short dark bob haircut was styled perfectly, framing her face with a confident, sharp look. She wore the black satin dress she chose with her friends, paired with elegant boots and silver accessories. ⸻ Lisa looked at her. ⸻ “Okay.” ⸻ Jennie looked over. “What?” ⸻ “You look like you own the entire dance.” ⸻ Jennie smirked. ⸻ “I don’t own it.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “Yet.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ Lisa wore a stylish black-and-white outfit that matched her Oreo-inspired haircut. Her mostly black hair with white strands was styled beautifully. ⸻ Rosé adjusted her dress. Her short blonde Apatapate-inspired hair looked elegant, and she wore a simple but classy outfit that matched her soft personality. ⸻ Jisoo fixed the lavender-pink tips of her long blonde hair. She wore a graceful dress with simple jewelry. ⸻ The four looked at each other. ⸻ For a second… Nobody spoke. ⸻ Then Lisa smiled. ⸻ “We actually made it.” ⸻ Jisoo nodded. ⸻ “Together.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. ⸻ “Like always.” ⸻ Jennie looked away. ⸻ “Okay, don’t make this emotional.” ⸻ Lisa laughed. ⸻ “You’re the emotional one.” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ “Jennie.” ⸻ “Lisa.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ The Boys Arrive ⸻ Outside the dorm… Three boys waited. ⸻ Felix stood there in a black suit jacket, white shirt, and dark pants. His blonde hair was styled perfectly. ⸻ Han wore a dark blue suit that matched his black-to-blue hair. ⸻ Hyunjin wore a stylish black suit, his red-tipped hair standing out. ⸻ Han looked around. ⸻ “I’m nervous.” ⸻ Felix nodded. ⸻ “Same.” ⸻ Hyunjin crossed his arms. ⸻ “I am calm.” ⸻ Felix and Han looked at him. ⸻ “You practiced your breathing for thirty minutes.” ⸻ Hyunjin paused. ⸻ “That was preparation.” ⸻ “That was panic.” ⸻ ⸻ The Meeting ⸻ The girls walked out. ⸻ The boys immediately stopped talking. ⸻ Felix saw Jennie. ⸻ For once… He had no comeback. ⸻ Jennie noticed. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ Felix blinked. ⸻ “Nothing.” ⸻ “You froze.” ⸻ “I did not.” ⸻ “You did.” ⸻ Han whispered: “He’s gone.” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. ⸻ “Completely.” ⸻ Jennie looked at Felix. ⸻ “You okay?” ⸻ He smiled. ⸻ “Yeah.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “You look amazing.” ⸻ Jennie looked away. ⸻ “Careful.” ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “That was almost too sweet.” ⸻ Felix laughed. ⸻ “Almost?” ⸻ “Almost.” ⸻ ⸻ Entering the Dance ⸻ The group walked into the ballroom together. ⸻ Students immediately noticed. ⸻ Not because they were trying to get attention. ⸻ Because they had always been impossible to ignore. ⸻ The music started. ⸻ The lights moved. ⸻ And then… The DJ booth turned on. ⸻ Everyone looked toward Jennie. ⸻ She put on her headphones. ⸻ The crowd cheered. ⸻ Felix smiled. ⸻ Han whispered: “She’s in her element.” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. ⸻ “Definitely.” ⸻ Jennie looked over the crowd. ⸻ For a moment… She wasn’t the cold, untouchable person everyone thought she was. ⸻ She was just Jennie. ⸻ Happy. ⸻ Confident. ⸻ With her friends beside her. ⸻ The first beat dropped. ⸻ And the dance officially began. ⸻ But everyone knew… The night had only started. ⸻ Because there were still: * Felix and Jennie’s first public dance * Han and Rosé’s date * Hyunjin and Jisoo’s moment * Lisa’s mysterious surprise ⸻ And the biggest question: ⸻ Who was Lisa bringing to the dance?
Book 2 – Chapter 38: Dance Night — The Grand Entrance The wait was over. ⸻ The college dance had arrived. ⸻ The campus that usually felt ordinary had completely transformed. Golden lights covered the courtyard. Music echoed through the hall. Everyone was dressed up. Everyone was excited. ⸻ And somewhere inside the dorm… Four girls were getting ready. ⸻ The Girls’ Final Preparations ⸻ Jennie stood in front of the mirror. Her short dark bob haircut was styled perfectly, framing her face with a confident, sharp look. She wore the black satin dress she chose with her friends, paired with elegant boots and silver accessories. ⸻ Lisa looked at her. ⸻ “Okay.” ⸻ Jennie looked over. “What?” ⸻ “You look like you own the entire dance.” ⸻ Jennie smirked. ⸻ “I don’t own it.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “Yet.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ Lisa wore a stylish black-and-white outfit that matched her Oreo-inspired haircut. Her mostly black hair with white strands was styled beautifully. ⸻ Rosé adjusted her dress. Her short blonde Apatapate-inspired hair looked elegant, and she wore a simple but classy outfit that matched her soft personality. ⸻ Jisoo fixed the lavender-pink tips of her long blonde hair. She wore a graceful dress with simple jewelry. ⸻ The four looked at each other. ⸻ For a second… Nobody spoke. ⸻ Then Lisa smiled. ⸻ “We actually made it.” ⸻ Jisoo nodded. ⸻ “Together.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. ⸻ “Like always.” ⸻ Jennie looked away. ⸻ “Okay, don’t make this emotional.” ⸻ Lisa laughed. ⸻ “You’re the emotional one.” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ “Jennie.” ⸻ “Lisa.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ The Boys Arrive ⸻ Outside the dorm… Three boys waited. ⸻ Felix stood there in a black suit jacket, white shirt, and dark pants. His blonde hair was styled perfectly. ⸻ Han wore a dark blue suit that matched his black-to-blue hair. ⸻ Hyunjin wore a stylish black suit, his red-tipped hair standing out. ⸻ Han looked around. ⸻ “I’m nervous.” ⸻ Felix nodded. ⸻ “Same.” ⸻ Hyunjin crossed his arms. ⸻ “I am calm.” ⸻ Felix and Han looked at him. ⸻ “You practiced your breathing for thirty minutes.” ⸻ Hyunjin paused. ⸻ “That was preparation.” ⸻ “That was panic.” ⸻ ⸻ The Meeting ⸻ The girls walked out. ⸻ The boys immediately stopped talking. ⸻ Felix saw Jennie. ⸻ For once… He had no comeback. ⸻ Jennie noticed. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ Felix blinked. ⸻ “Nothing.” ⸻ “You froze.” ⸻ “I did not.” ⸻ “You did.” ⸻ Han whispered: “He’s gone.” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. ⸻ “Completely.” ⸻ Jennie looked at Felix. ⸻ “You okay?” ⸻ He smiled. ⸻ “Yeah.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “You look amazing.” ⸻ Jennie looked away. ⸻ “Careful.” ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “That was almost too sweet.” ⸻ Felix laughed. ⸻ “Almost?” ⸻ “Almost.” ⸻ ⸻ Entering the Dance ⸻ The group walked into the ballroom together. ⸻ Students immediately noticed. ⸻ Not because they were trying to get attention. ⸻ Because they had always been impossible to ignore. ⸻ The music started. ⸻ The lights moved. ⸻ And then… The DJ booth turned on. ⸻ Everyone looked toward Jennie. ⸻ She put on her headphones. ⸻ The crowd cheered. ⸻ Felix smiled. ⸻ Han whispered: “She’s in her element.” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. ⸻ “Definitely.” ⸻ Jennie looked over the crowd. ⸻ For a moment… She wasn’t the cold, untouchable person everyone thought she was. ⸻ She was just Jennie. ⸻ Happy. ⸻ Confident. ⸻ With her friends beside her. ⸻ The first beat dropped. ⸻ And the dance officially began. ⸻ But everyone knew… The night had only started. ⸻ Because there were still: * Felix and Jennie’s first public dance * Han and Rosé’s date * Hyunjin and Jisoo’s moment * Lisa’s mysterious surprise ⸻ And the biggest question: ⸻ Who was Lisa bringing to the dance?
超高品質のダークファンタジー・ウェブトゥーン。全12コマ構成。映画のような演出、ドラマチックなライティング、韓国ウェブトゥーン風の繊細なデジタルアート。シャープなアニメ線画、セミリアルな塗り、圧倒的なディテール、ダイナミックな構図。 1コマ目：深夜、濃い霧に包まれた森。巨大な古代の石門がそびえ立ち、黒い紋様が刻まれている。主人公が静かに門の前へ立つ。 2コマ目：主人公の手がゆっくり石門に触れる。緊張感あふれるクローズアップ。 3コマ目：黒い紋様が深紅の光を放ち始め、門全体が低く震える。 4コマ目：主人公の真紅の瞳のアップ。瞳の中に巨大な門が映り込む。 5コマ目：門の奥から不気味な声。 「呪いを宿す者よ……ついに戻ってきたか。」 6コマ目：足元の地面が割れ、漆黒のオーラが噴き上がる。 7コマ目：広角構図。圧倒的な魔力で木々がしなり、鳥たちが一斉に飛び立つ。 8コマ目：主人公の背後に巨大な人影が現れる。顔は闇に隠れ、青く輝く瞳だけが見える。 9コマ目：主人公が素早く振り返り、剣に手をかける。 「誰だ！」 10コマ目：謎の人物が静かに笑う。 「千年、お前を待っていた。」 11コマ目：巨大な石門がゆっくり開き、純白と漆黒が混ざり合う神秘的な光が溢れ出す。無数の鎖が砕け散る。 12コマ目（最大コマ）：謎の人物の顔が初めて現れる。顔の半分は光、半分は闇に包まれ、青い瞳が神々しく輝く。 「ようこそ……最後の呪いの継承者。」 壮大な映画級ライティング、神秘的な雰囲気、黒・深紅・青・白を基調とした色彩、迫力あるエフェクト、最高品質、8K、Masterpiece。
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.
Book 2 – Chapter 37: The Girls Before the Dance Seven hours. ⸻ That was all that was left until the college dance. ⸻ The dorm was unusually calm. No rushing. No panic. Just four friends sitting together before the biggest night of the year. ⸻ The Girls’ Room ⸻ Jennie sat on the floor checking her DJ playlist one last time. Her short dark bob was slightly messy, and she wore a comfortable black hoodie, loose jeans, and sneakers. Even when relaxing… She still looked like the campus DJ queen. ⸻ Lisa sat on the bed beside her. Her Oreo-inspired haircut — mostly black with white strands throughout — was tied back casually. She wore a cozy sweatshirt and jeans. ⸻ Jisoo was fixing her hair in the mirror. Her long blonde hair with lavender-pink tips was styled beautifully. She wore a soft sweater and a skirt, already looking elegant. ⸻ Rosé sat beside her, smiling. Her short blonde Apatapate-inspired hair was styled naturally, and she wore a relaxed outfit while preparing her accessories. ⸻ For a moment… Everything felt peaceful. ⸻ Then Rosé spoke. ⸻ “So…” ⸻ Everyone looked at her. ⸻ “I have something to tell you.” ⸻ Jennie immediately narrowed her eyes. ⸻ “Why does that sound suspicious?” ⸻ Rosé laughed. ⸻ “I’m going to the dance with Han.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Then— ⸻ Lisa smiled. “Finally!” ⸻ Jisoo laughed. “You two were so obvious.” ⸻ Rosé covered her face. ⸻ “Were we?” ⸻ Jennie looked at her. ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “How?” ⸻ “You both looked at each other like you forgot other people existed.” ⸻ Rosé laughed. ⸻ “That’s… accurate.” ⸻ Jennie’s Turn ⸻ Lisa looked at Jennie. ⸻ “Your turn.” ⸻ Jennie blinked. ⸻ “My turn for what?” ⸻ “Who are you going with?” ⸻ Jennie immediately looked away. ⸻ “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” ⸻ Everyone stared. ⸻ Jennie sighed. ⸻ “Fine.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “Felix.” ⸻ Lisa smiled. ⸻ “I knew it.” ⸻ Jennie pointed. ⸻ “Don’t.” ⸻ “I’m not saying anything.” ⸻ “Your face is saying enough.” ⸻ Jisoo laughed. ⸻ “You’re happy.” ⸻ Jennie looked offended. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. ⸻ “Your denial is getting weaker.” ⸻ “Impossible.” ⸻ ⸻ Jisoo’s Secret ⸻ Jennie looked at Jisoo. ⸻ “What about you?” ⸻ Jisoo smiled. ⸻ “Hyunjin.” ⸻ Lisa gasped. ⸻ “Wait, really?” ⸻ Jisoo laughed. ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ Jennie smirked. ⸻ “That explains why he was acting like he was in a movie.” ⸻ Rosé laughed. ⸻ “He practiced, didn’t he?” ⸻ Jisoo nodded. ⸻ “For a very long time.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ Lisa’s Silence ⸻ The room became quieter. ⸻ Lisa smiled. ⸻ “I’m happy for you guys.” ⸻ But the others noticed. ⸻ Jennie looked at her. ⸻ “Lisa.” ⸻ “I’m fine.” ⸻ Jisoo tilted her head. ⸻ “Are you sure?” ⸻ Lisa looked down. ⸻ For a second… She didn’t answer. ⸻ “I guess I just didn’t expect everyone to have plans.” ⸻ The room softened. ⸻ Rosé immediately moved closer. ⸻ “Hey.” ⸻ Lisa looked up. ⸻ “You’re not left out.” ⸻ Jisoo nodded. ⸻ “Never.” ⸻ Jennie put down her headphones. ⸻ “You’re literally the person who keeps us all together.” ⸻ Lisa smiled slightly. ⸻ “That sounded almost nice coming from you.” ⸻ Jennie rolled her eyes. ⸻ “Don’t ruin it.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ Lisa hugged them. ⸻ ⸻ Lisa’s Secret ⸻ After a moment… Lisa smiled. ⸻ “Actually…” ⸻ Everyone looked at her. ⸻ “I do have someone to go with.” ⸻ Jennie raised an eyebrow. ⸻ “Excuse me?” ⸻ Lisa grinned. ⸻ “He’s a friend.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. ⸻ “Who?” ⸻ Lisa shook her head. ⸻ “Not telling.” ⸻ Jisoo laughed. ⸻ “Why?” ⸻ “Because I want to surprise you.” ⸻ Jennie smirked. ⸻ “Suspicious.” ⸻ “Very.” ⸻ “But…” Lisa smiled. ⸻ “I’m excited.” ⸻ Jennie nodded. ⸻ “Good.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “And if he disappoints you…” ⸻ Lisa laughed. ⸻ “You’re going to roast him?” ⸻ Jennie shrugged. ⸻ “Obviously.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ Seven hours later… ⸻ Four girls would walk into the dance. ⸻ Four different stories. ⸻ Four different secrets. ⸻ And one unforgettable night waiting for them.
Book 2 – Chapter 33: The Boys’ Panic Meeting The night before the college dance… The girls were prepared. The decorations were ready. Jennie had her DJ set planned. ⸻ But somewhere else on campus… Three boys were completely losing their minds. ⸻ The Dorm Room ⸻ Felix sat on the edge of his bed staring at his phone. His blonde hair was messy, and he wore a black hoodie, gray sweatpants, and sneakers. ⸻ Han walked in wearing a blue-and-black jacket. His black hair faded into blue at the ends. He looked at Felix. ⸻ “You’ve been staring at that phone for ten minutes.” ⸻ Felix didn’t look up. “I’m thinking.” ⸻ “You’re stressing.” ⸻ “I’m not.” ⸻ “You sighed six times.” ⸻ Felix looked up. “How do you know that?” ⸻ Han pointed. “I counted.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “That’s concerning.” ⸻ Han nodded. “Very.” ⸻ The door opened. ⸻ Hyunjin walked in. His red-tipped hair was styled perfectly, and he wore a black jacket with jeans. ⸻ “Why does this room feel like a disaster meeting?” ⸻ Han pointed at Felix. “He’s trying to figure out how to ask Jennie to dance.” ⸻ Hyunjin immediately sat down. ⸻ “Oh.” ⸻ Felix looked at them. “Can you both not make this worse?” ⸻ Han smiled. “We absolutely can.” ⸻ The Plan ⸻ Felix stood up. “Okay.” ⸻ Everyone listened. ⸻ “I want to ask Jennie to dance.” ⸻ Han nodded. “Good.” ⸻ “But…” Felix sighed. “She’s Jennie.” ⸻ The room went quiet. ⸻ Hyunjin nodded seriously. “Valid fear.” ⸻ Han raised his hand. “Question.” ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “What if you just ask normally?” ⸻ Felix stared. ⸻ “That’s your advice?” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “That is the least dramatic advice possible.” ⸻ “Exactly.” ⸻ Hyunjin crossed his arms. “Actually, I agree.” ⸻ Felix looked surprised. ⸻ “Really?” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Felix blinked. ⸻ “I just wanted to sound wise.” ⸻ Han laughed. ⸻ “You are so dramatic.” ⸻ “Thank you.” ⸻ “That wasn’t a compliment.” ⸻ “I accepted it anyway.” ⸻ The Confessions Begin ⸻ A few minutes later… ⸻ Han suddenly became quiet. ⸻ Felix noticed. “What?” ⸻ Han looked away. ⸻ “Nothing.” ⸻ “Han.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “…I might ask someone too.” ⸻ Felix raised an eyebrow. ⸻ “Who?” ⸻ Han looked embarrassed. ⸻ “Rosé.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Then Felix smiled. ⸻ “Wait.” ⸻ “You want to ask Rosé out?” ⸻ Han covered his face. ⸻ “Don’t make it weird.” ⸻ “You just made this whole room weird.” ⸻ Hyunjin laughed. ⸻ Han pointed. “You’re one to talk.” ⸻ Hyunjin froze. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ Han smiled. ⸻ “You have someone too.” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ “Jisoo.” ⸻ Hyunjin immediately turned red. ⸻ Felix and Han stared. ⸻ “OH.” ⸻ Hyunjin stood up dramatically. ⸻ “Fine!” ⸻ The room went silent. ⸻ “I do.” ⸻ Han gasped. ⸻ “He admitted it!” ⸻ Hyunjin pointed. “Do not make this a moment.” ⸻ Felix laughed. ⸻ “So let me understand…” ⸻ He counted on his fingers. ⸻ “Han likes Rosé.” ⸻ Han nodded. ⸻ “Hyunjin likes Jisoo.” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. ⸻ “And I’m stressed about Jennie.” ⸻ Everyone looked at each other. ⸻ Han smiled. ⸻ “We are doomed.” ⸻ ⸻ The Practice Conversation ⸻ Han grabbed a pillow. ⸻ “Okay. Pretend I’m Jennie.” ⸻ Felix stared. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ “Do it.” ⸻ Han changed his voice. ⸻ “Hello Felix.” ⸻ Felix immediately laughed. ⸻ “That doesn’t sound like her.” ⸻ Han continued. ⸻ “Would you like to go to the dance with me?” ⸻ Felix shook his head. ⸻ “Jennie would roast me before finishing the sentence.” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. ⸻ “Accurate.” ⸻ Han tried again. ⸻ “Felix, I have decided you are acceptable company.” ⸻ Felix froze. ⸻ “…That’s actually closer.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ The Final Advice ⸻ Eventually, the room became quiet. ⸻ Felix looked at them. ⸻ “What if she says no?” ⸻ Han shrugged. ⸻ “Then she says no.” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. ⸻ “But at least you tried.” ⸻ Felix smiled. ⸻ “Thanks.” ⸻ Han stood up. ⸻ “Now…” ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “We need to practice my Rosé speech.” ⸻ Felix laughed. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Hyunjin stood. ⸻ “And my Jisoo speech.” ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Han grabbed a notebook. ⸻ “Too late.” ⸻ Felix looked at the ceiling. ⸻ “Why did I ask for advice?” ⸻ Because tomorrow was the dance. ⸻ And three boys had three missions. ⸻ Felix: Ask Jennie. Han: Ask Rosé. Hyunjin: Ask Jisoo. ⸻ The only problem? ⸻ They were all terrified.
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.
Book 2 – Chapter 5: The First College Challenge The first day of college was supposed to be normal. Keyword: Supposed to. ⸻ After the whole “Felix’s definitely-not-girlfriend” drama, everyone walked toward their classes. ⸻ Jennie walked ahead of everyone. Her sleek dark bob moved with every step, and her black jacket, silver accessories, baggy jeans, and boots made her look like she belonged on a magazine cover instead of a college campus. ⸻ Lisa looked at her. “Okay, I have to admit.” Jennie looked back. “What?” “Your entrance was dramatic.” “I walked.” “You walked like the hallway belonged to you.” Jennie shrugged. “Maybe it did.” ⸻ Jisoo laughed. Her long blonde hair with lavender-pink ends moved as she walked. “She hasn’t changed.” Rosé smiled. Her black hair fell over her shoulders. “She just got more confident.” ⸻ Behind them… Felix was quiet. Very quiet. ⸻ Han noticed immediately. His black hair with blue tips fell over his forehead as he looked at Felix. “You’re thinking.” Felix looked at him. “No I’m not.” “You are.” “No.” “You have your thinking face.” “I have a face.” “Exactly.” ⸻ Hyunjin walked beside them, his red-tipped hair catching the sunlight. “He is thinking about Jennie.” Felix stopped. “What?” Everyone looked at him. ⸻ Felix sighed. “She just surprised me, okay?” Han smiled. “Because she looks different?” “Yes.” “Because she’s more confident?” “Maybe.” “Because she roasted someone in less than five minutes?” Felix paused. “…Also yes.” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. “An iconic return.” ⸻ Meanwhile… Jennie had already found her classroom. ⸻ She sat down and opened her laptop. New college. New classes. New challenges. ⸻ Then the professor walked in. “Before we begin, I have an announcement.” Everyone looked up. ⸻ “This semester, we will have a major creative competition.” ⸻ Jennie’s eyes immediately lit up. ⸻ “The winning team will perform at the biggest college showcase of the year.” ⸻ Lisa looked at Jennie. “Oh no.” Jennie smiled. “What?” “Your DJ face.” “What about it?” “It means you are about to become terrifying.” ⸻ The professor continued. “You will work in teams.” ⸻ Jennie froze. No. Please no. ⸻ The teams appeared on the screen. ⸻ Team One: Jennie, Felix, Lisa, Han, Rosé, Jisoo, Hyunjin. ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Jennie stared. Felix stared. Everyone stared. ⸻ Han immediately laughed. “THE SCHOOL IS STILL TRYING TO FORCE YOU TWO TOGETHER.” ⸻ Jennie pointed at him. “Stop talking.” “I can’t.” “Why?” “Because it’s funny.” ⸻ Felix looked at Jennie. “So…” “So.” “Looks like we’re working together again.” ⸻ Jennie sighed. “Of course.” ⸻ Felix smiled. “You missed me.” “No.” “You answered too fast.” “Because the answer was obvious.” ⸻ The whole group laughed. ⸻ After class, they met in the library. ⸻ The assignment was simple: Create something that represents who they were. ⸻ Everyone had ideas. Lisa wanted fashion. Rosé wanted music. Jisoo wanted visuals. Han wanted something “legendary.” Nobody knew what that meant. ⸻ Hyunjin wrote down: “An artistic experience.” Everyone stared. ⸻ Jennie looked at Felix. “Translate.” Felix laughed. “He means something dramatic.” Hyunjin nodded. “Exactly.” ⸻ Then everyone looked at Jennie. “What about you?” ⸻ Jennie thought. A year ago… She would have said she didn’t care. But now? She smiled. ⸻ “Music.” ⸻ Felix looked at her. “You already knew that.” “Yeah.” “Then why did you think so long?” Jennie shrugged. “Because this time…” She looked around at everyone. “I don’t want it to just be my thing.” ⸻ Everyone smiled. ⸻ Felix noticed. The old Jennie was still there. The roast queen. The DJ. The girl who never backed down. But now… She let people in. ⸻ Han suddenly ruined the moment. “So basically we’re making a masterpiece.” Jennie looked at him. “Don’t say masterpiece.” “Why?” “Because now you think you’re an artist.” “I am.” “You are a problem.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ And as they started planning their first college project… Nobody noticed the competition poster hanging outside the room. ⸻ COLLEGE SHOWCASE CHALLENGE WINNER GETS A CHANCE TO PERFORM ON THE MAIN STAGE. ⸻ Jennie looked at it. A spark appeared in her eyes. ⸻ The DJ queen was back. And this time… She had a whole team behind her.
Book 2 – Chapter 9: The First College Morning Disaster The first morning in the dorms. Everyone expected a fresh start. A peaceful beginning. A normal college day. ⸻ That was their first mistake. ⸻ Dorm Building A Jennie’s alarm went off. She opened her eyes. Five seconds later… She was already ready. ⸻ Her dark bob haircut was perfectly styled. Her outfit was completely put together. Black jacket. Baggy jeans. Silver accessories. Boots. Headphones around her neck. ⸻ Lisa slowly opened her eyes. She stared. “How are you already dressed?” Jennie looked at her. “Because some of us respect time.” Lisa sat up. “It’s 7:02.” “Exactly.” “Class is at 9.” Jennie grabbed her bag. “Exactly.” ⸻ Lisa looked at her. “You are the only person who treats getting ready like a concert entrance.” Jennie smiled. “Because every entrance is important.” ⸻ Lisa laughed. “Your confidence is dangerous.” Jennie shrugged. “Your fashion choices are dangerous. We all have problems.” ⸻ Dorm Building B ⸻ Felix woke up to chaos. ⸻ Han was standing in front of the mirror. His black hair with blue tips was styled perfectly. Felix stared. “Why are you dressed like you’re going to a photoshoot?” Han looked serious. “Because first impressions matter.” “It’s a lecture.” “Exactly.” ⸻ Felix shook his head. His blonde hair was messy, but somehow still looked perfect. ⸻ Han looked at him. “You need help.” Felix looked down at his outfit. “What?” “You look too normal.” “That’s the point.” “Wrong.” ⸻ Outside the dorms Everyone met before class. ⸻ Jisoo arrived with her long blonde hair and lavender-pink ends shining in the sunlight. Rosé walked beside her with her black hair flowing naturally. Hyunjin arrived with his red-tipped hair styled perfectly. ⸻ Jennie looked around. “Okay.” Everyone looked at her. “What?” She pointed. “Hyunjin looks like he’s going to a fashion interview.” Hyunjin smiled. “Thank you.” “That wasn’t a compliment.” “I accepted it anyway.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ Then Felix walked over. ⸻ Jennie looked at him. Felix looked at her. ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Han whispered: “Round two of awkward.” ⸻ Felix cleared his throat. “Morning.” Jennie nodded. “Morning.” ⸻ Everyone waited. ⸻ Lisa whispered: “That was the most normal conversation they’ve had.” ⸻ Jennie heard her. “Don’t ruin it.” ⸻ They walked toward class. ⸻ Then suddenly… A student dropped a stack of papers. ⸻ Everyone stopped to help. Except Han. ⸻ Han looked at the papers. Then at Jennie. “Should I help?” Jennie stared. “Yes.” Han nodded. “Okay.” A pause. “But first…” “What?” “I need to emotionally prepare.” ⸻ Jennie looked at him. “You need emotional preparation to pick up paper?” Han nodded. “These are important papers.” “They’re on the floor.” “Exactly. Dangerous territory.” ⸻ Jennie stared. “Han.” “What?” “You are the reason warning labels exist.” ⸻ Everyone burst out laughing. ⸻ Finally they reached class. ⸻ The professor announced: “Today, you will begin your first major college project.” ⸻ Everyone sat up. ⸻ “You will create something that represents your identity.” ⸻ Everyone started thinking. ⸻ Lisa immediately wrote fashion. Rosé wrote music. Jisoo wrote design. Hyunjin wrote performance. Han wrote something nobody could read. ⸻ Felix looked over. “What did you write?” Han covered it. “Private.” “It’s upside down.” Han quickly flipped it. “Now it’s private.” ⸻ Jennie shook her head. ⸻ Then the professor looked at her. “And you?” ⸻ Jennie looked at her notebook. Then at her DJ headphones. ⸻ She smiled. ⸻ “Music.” ⸻ Felix looked at her. “You already knew.” Jennie nodded. “Yeah.” “Then why think?” She shrugged. “Because this time…” She looked at the group. “I’m not doing it alone.” ⸻ Everyone smiled. ⸻ Then Han ruined the moment. “So we’re basically a legendary team.” Jennie looked at him. “Don’t say legendary.” “Why?” “Because now you’ll start acting like you have a documentary.” ⸻ Han gasped. “I would have a great documentary.” Jennie nodded. “Title: A Guy Who Talks Too Much.” ⸻ The class laughed. ⸻ And as they started their first college project… Everyone realized something. ⸻ College wasn’t going to be normal. Not with: A savage DJ queen. A dramatic fashion king. A chaotic music genius. A talented performer. And a group that somehow always found trouble. ⸻ The semester had officially begun.
Rain poured over the capital as Aria stood alone in the grand ballroom. Tonight, her father had summoned her for one reason. “You will marry Duke Kael.” Aria froze. Duke Kael—the most feared man in the kingdom. Cold, ruthless, and completely uninterested in romance.
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A demon tries to scare a little boy in his bed in the dark, when suddenly light shines with Jesus Christ emerging and rebukes the demons and reassures the little one with love!
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.
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.
CHAPTER: “ANNOUNCEMENT DAY / THE TOUR RETURNS” ⸻ The morning started like any other— until it didn’t. ⸻ BLACKPINK were gathered in the living room. Not for rehearsal. Not for casual planning. But for something bigger. ⸻ Jisoo stood first, holding a printed schedule in both hands. Her long dark hair was softly styled, and she wore a calm ivory blouse with tailored trousers. Her expression was steady—but there was excitement underneath it. ⸻ Jennie leaned forward immediately. “Don’t tell me…” ⸻ Jisoo nodded. “It’s official.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ Rosé covered her mouth slightly, blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she smiled. “…We’re going on tour?” ⸻ Jisoo smiled back. “Yes.” ⸻ The room shifted instantly. ⸻ Jennie stood up. “International?” ⸻ “International,” Jisoo confirmed. ⸻ Lisa hadn’t spoken yet. ⸻ Lisa sat on the edge of the sofa, staring at the schedule in Jisoo’s hand. Her brown hair was tied loosely, casual home clothes replacing stage outfits for now. Her expression slowly changed— from surprise… to recognition… to something softer. ⸻ “…It’s been a while,” she said quietly. ⸻ Jennie pointed at her. “That tone means you’re already thinking about choreography.” ⸻ Lisa blinked. “…No.” Pause. “…Maybe.” ⸻ Rosé laughed softly. “That’s a yes.” ⸻ ⸻ Jisoo sat down beside them. “This tour isn’t just performances,” she said gently. “It’s a full journey again.” ⸻ Jennie smiled. “So basically… chaos with a schedule.” ⸻ “Exactly,” Jisoo replied. ⸻ ⸻ Lisa finally looked up fully. Her eyes had changed slightly. Not tired. Not overwhelmed. Focused again. ⸻ “…We’ll need to prepare everything,” she said. ⸻ Jennie grinned. “There she is.” ⸻ Rosé nodded. “I’ve missed that energy.” ⸻ ⸻ From the hallway, small footsteps paused. Noah and Ari stood there, listening. ⸻ Ari tilted her head slightly. “…Tour means you’ll be gone a lot.” ⸻ Lisa turned toward them. “…Yeah.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ Noah crossed his arms. “So it’s going to be just us at home more.” ⸻ Jennie raised an eyebrow. “That sounded suspiciously like a complaint.” ⸻ Noah shrugged. “I’m observing.” ⸻ ⸻ Lisa stood up and walked toward them. Kneeling slightly to their level. “…We’ll still be here,” she said. “Just busy.” ⸻ Ari nodded slowly. “I get it.” ⸻ But her voice was thoughtful. Like she understood both sides of “busy” now. ⸻ ⸻ Jennie clapped once. “Okay. Tour mindset starts today.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. “I’m excited.” ⸻ Jisoo nodded calmly. “Then let’s prepare properly.” ⸻ Lisa stood again. Her focus fully back now. “…Let’s do it right.” ⸻ ⸻ And just like that— the house shifted again. From everyday life… to something larger. ⸻ Because tours didn’t just move cities. They changed time. And everyone inside that house was about to feel it again.
Tomura Shigaraki is reading the Bible with Jesus Christ sitting next to him with love in his eyes and a warm smile!
Jesus Christ walks far in the desert to reach a small town and help poor people and feed them with love in his eyes!
Is just standing on the edge of a cliff doing the Excuse me Sir meme like the second pic with dramatic wind 😭
Shigaraki stands menacingly like the photo while Izuku is in a crouch position, trying to analyze how to win while Shigaraki stands there waiting
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Chapter 1 — The Promise Five children sat beneath an old oak tree. Reyan, Leon, Kael, Darian, and Hua had been friends since childhood. Leon held out his hand. “Promise we’ll always stay together?” One by one, the others placed their hands together. “Forever.” Reyan looked at Leon. “Forever.” None of them knew that one day, their promise would be tested by secrets, blood, and betrayal.
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An adventure of a man in a magic world
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Une personne qui est morte à cause de trop travailler dans ça vie d’avant ce réincarne dans le même corp dans un monde de magie
Got it — I’ll keep your chapter exactly in tone, but adjust Ari and Noah to sound like teenagers and add clearer visual descriptions for them. ⸻ CHAPTER: “ANNOUNCEMENT DAY / THE TOUR RETURNS” (UPDATED) ⸻ The morning started like any other— until it didn’t. ⸻ BLACKPINK were gathered in the living room. Not for rehearsal. Not for casual planning. But for something bigger. ⸻ Jisoo stood first, holding a printed schedule in both hands. Her long dark hair was softly styled, and she wore a calm ivory blouse with tailored trousers. Her expression was steady—but there was excitement underneath it. ⸻ Jennie leaned forward immediately. “Don’t tell me…” ⸻ Jisoo nodded. “It’s official.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ Rosé covered her mouth slightly, blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she smiled. “…We’re going on tour?” ⸻ Jisoo smiled back. “Yes.” ⸻ The room shifted instantly. ⸻ Jennie stood up. “International?” ⸻ “International,” Jisoo confirmed. ⸻ Lisa hadn’t spoken yet. ⸻ Lisa sat on the edge of the sofa, staring at the schedule in Jisoo’s hand. Her brown hair was tied loosely, casual home clothes replacing stage outfits for now. Her expression slowly changed—from surprise… to recognition… to something softer. ⸻ “…It’s been a while,” she said quietly. ⸻ Jennie pointed at her. “That tone means you’re already thinking about choreography.” ⸻ Lisa blinked. “…No.” Pause. “…Maybe.” ⸻ Rosé laughed softly. “That’s a yes.” ⸻ ⸻ Jisoo sat down beside them. “This tour isn’t just performances,” she said gently. “It’s a full journey again.” ⸻ Jennie smiled. “So basically… chaos with a schedule.” ⸻ “Exactly,” Jisoo replied. ⸻ ⸻ Lisa finally looked up fully. Her eyes sharpened slightly—not tired, not overwhelmed. Focused. ⸻ “…We’ll need to prepare everything,” she said. ⸻ Jennie grinned. “There she is.” ⸻ Rosé nodded. “I’ve missed that energy.” ⸻ ⸻ From the hallway, two figures paused. ⸻ Ari stood slightly ahead of Noah. She looked like a modern teenager now—about 13–14, with long dark hair tied into a loose half-braid, wearing an oversized hoodie over a school uniform skirt, phone in hand. Her expression was calm but observant, the kind of quiet maturity that came from watching more than speaking. ⸻ Beside her, Noah leaned against the doorframe with a relaxed teenage posture. Around 14–15, he wore a slightly unbuttoned school blazer over a hoodie, messy hair falling into his eyes, backpack still hanging off one shoulder like he hadn’t fully decided if he was coming or going. His expression carried that classic teen mix of boredom and curiosity. ⸻ Ari tilted her head slightly. “…Tour means you’ll be gone a lot.” ⸻ Lisa turned toward them. “…Yeah.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ Noah exhaled. “So basically the house becomes quieter and more monitored.” ⸻ Jennie raised an eyebrow. “That sounded like a complaint disguised as analysis.” ⸻ Noah shrugged. “I’m just stating outcomes.” ⸻ ⸻ Lisa stood and walked toward them, kneeling slightly to their level. “…We’ll still be here,” she said gently. “Just busy.” ⸻ Ari nodded once. “I get it.” Her tone was more grounded now—teenage understanding replacing childhood confusion. ⸻ Noah looked at her. “…We’re fine.” A pause. “…Probably.” ⸻ Rosé laughed softly from behind them. “That ‘probably’ is doing a lot of work.” ⸻ ⸻ Jennie clapped once. “Okay. Tour mindset starts today.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. “I’m excited.” ⸻ Jisoo nodded calmly. “Then let’s prepare properly.” ⸻ Lisa stood again. Her focus fully locked in. “…Let’s do it right.” ⸻ ⸻ And just like that— the house shifted again. From everyday rhythm… to movement, schedules, stages. ⸻ And in the hallway, two teenagers watched it all unfold— old enough now to understand what “busy” really meant… but still young enough to feel it when things started changing again.
Shigaraki is walking when he finds Tabi from FNF Shigaraki asks for a rap battle
My Hero Academia in season 7-8 Izuku and Shigaraki are fighting mid air Shigaraki telling Izuku he is a SUSSY BUGGA And Izuku says NAH!
Rudo and Shigaraki are both sitting down eating burgers at a restaurant
A bear has a identity crisis if he’s a bird Then he grows super small wings and flies with joy
Shigaraki taps All might on the shoulder, he turns around, then Shigaraki just walks away with no words?
Is just standing on the edge of a cliff doing the Excuse me Sir meme like the second pic with dramatic wind 😭