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A demon slayer met o shi no ko
A demon slayer met o shi no ko
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.
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.
اسوار martial god asura-1 تلميذ البلاط الخارجي الفصل 1 – تلميذ البلاط الخارجي *بززز* ليلًا. كان القمر المستدير معلقًا عاليًا وملأت النجوم السماء. ومع ذلك, وسط نهر النجوم, وجدت تسعة أنوار ملونة واقفين بينهم وكانوا متلألئين على نحو استثنائي. في هذا الاتجاه، كانت تسير امرأة شابة ترتدي ملابس أرجوانية. على الرغم من أن هناك ابتسامة باهتة على فمها، كانت عيناها شرسة محدقة بإحكام على السيدة. “تظهر علامات غير طبيعية في السماء, مما يعني أن جسد إلهي سوف يظهر” “أوي، ما هذا السلوك؟ هل تعرف من أنا؟” سيدة كانت ترتدي ملابس رائعة كان معها صبي وأشارت وصاحت بصوت عال في شاب صغير. على قمة المدينة الإمبراطورية في المقاطعات التسعة. وقف رجل عجوز مرتديا ملابس ذهبية, يده وراء ظهره وكان ينظر في السماء, ليلًا. “نحن في حاجة إلى اتباع قواعد المدرسة”، قال تشو فنغ مع ابتسامة رائعة. كان وراءه عشرات الآلاف من خبراء المدينة الإمبراطورية, كان جميعهم نصف راكعين كما لو كانوا ينتظرون أن يؤمروا. صدت الاستجابات مثل الرعد في الأفق وتوجه عشرات آلاف الخبراء من المدينة الإمبراطورية تجاه مقاطعة أزور. وأقسموا أن يبحثوا عن الجسد الإلهي وإعطائه إلى البلاط الإمبراطوري لاستخدامه. *بززز* “تشو يو ستكون شاهدة. ولكن ماذا لو لم تتمكن من اجتيازه؟ “ فجأة, تكثفت الأنوار وكونت برقًا ذو تسعة ألوان. جاءت صاعقةً من فوق نهر النجوم. ابتسم تشو فنغ فقط وتجاهله. ثم قال لتشو يو، “تشو يو، سوف اشارك في امتحان التلميذ الداخلي لهذا العام.” في تلك اللحظة, أصبح الليل الأسود نهارا أبيض. حتى من قبل صعقة البرق, كانت الأرض تصدر صريرًا و ترتجف بشدة. “نعم، أنت على صواب، ولكن للأسف أنه لا يريدها.” تشو تشن قام بنشر يديه وسخر. لكن هذا البرق ذو الألوان التسعة. لحظة تصادمه مع الأرض, لم يحدث أي ضرر مرعب. بدلا من ذلك, اختفى تمامًا. “عندما أقول أني أعطيها لك، يجب عليك أن تأخذها. أنت أخي الصغير بعد كل شيء.” كانت تشو يو منزعجة قليلا. في نفس الوقت, غطى الليل العالم من جديد. سماء الليل المشرقة أظلمت قليلًا, كما لو تمت إزالة جوهر ما منها, وعادت الأيام إلى ما كانت عليه. “نعم، أنت على صواب، ولكن للأسف أنه لا يريدها.” تشو تشن قام بنشر يديه وسخر. كانت عينا الرجل العجوز مشرقة بشكل غير طبيعي وجسده متحمس ويرتجف. وأشار نحو الموقع الذي سقط فيه البرق. “ضمن حدود مقاطعة أزور، أحضروا كل الأطفال الذين ولدوا الليلة إلى المدينة الإمبراطورية” “يجب عليك أن ترتب لنا مكانًا للإقامة، وإلا سوف أذهب لأجد شيوخك للتفاوض.” كانت السيدة لا تستمع له ولا تهتم. حتى أنها أمسكت ملابس تشو فنغ. “نعم سيدي!” “تشو تشن، نحن عائلة. لماذا أنت دائما بحاجة لجعل الأمور صعبة على تشو فنغ؟” نظرت تشو يو إلى تشو تشن بانزعاج. صدت الاستجابات مثل الرعد في الأفق وتوجه عشرات آلاف الخبراء من المدينة الإمبراطورية تجاه مقاطعة أزور. وأقسموا أن يبحثوا عن الجسد الإلهي وإعطائه إلى البلاط الإمبراطوري لاستخدامه. لكنها لم تتردد على الإطلاق. وسحبت الصبي وغادرت بسرعة، ومن أثار الذعر تعثرت، الذي جعلها تبدو في وضع صعب للغاية. مر الوقت. خمس سنوات مضت في لحظة وعلى الرغم من أن الناس مازالوا يتذكرون المشهد المخيف في تلك السنة، لم يكن أحد يعرف أعمال البلاط الإمبراطوري. عند النظر إلى تشو فنغ وهو يتصرف هكذا، تألم قلب تشو يو، “تشو فنغ، ألن تشارك مجددًا في امتحان التلميذ الداخلي لهذا العام؟ ام انك لا تزال لم تصل بعد إلى المستوى الثالث من عالم الروح؟” ضمن حدود مقاطعة أزور في المقاطعات التسعة. بين المدارس التي لا تعد و لا تحصى، كانت مدرسة التنين اللاذوردي واحدة منهم. “تشو يو. هذا ثمين جدا، وأنا لا يمكن أن أخذها.”تشو فنغ أعادها على عجل مرة أخرى إلى تشو يو. اليوم، مجددًا، كان التقديم السنوي من التلاميذ لمدرسة التنين اللازوردي. وكانت هناك محيطات من الناس خارج المدرسة. لم يكن بسبب أي شيء آخر. كان لمجرد أن الشابة كانت ترتدي رداءًا أرجوانيًا، وكان ذلك علامة من علامات انها تلميذة داخلية. في كل مرة، كان أكثر الناس انشغالًا هم تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي. وقد دفعت كل مسؤوليات القبول للمدرسة على رؤوسهم. ضمن حدود مقاطعة أزور في المقاطعات التسعة. بين المدارس التي لا تعد و لا تحصى، كانت مدرسة التنين اللاذوردي واحدة منهم. تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي. هم الذين ينفذوا المهام الصعبة التي لا يشكر عليها. ليس فقط كان وضعهم هو الأدنى في المدرسة، كانوا حتى محط ازدراء من قبل الغرباء. “نعم، أنت على صواب، ولكن للأسف أنه لا يريدها.” تشو تشن قام بنشر يديه وسخر. والسبب بسيط جدا. لو كانوا تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي، فهذا يعني أن قدراتهم كانت فظيعة وفي حياتهم كلها، سيكون من الصعب للغاية بالنسبة لهم أن يكون لهم أي إنجازات كبيرة، ولذلك بطبيعة الحال. كان يتم احتقارهم. والسبب بسيط جدا. لو كانوا تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي، فهذا يعني أن قدراتهم كانت فظيعة وفي حياتهم كلها، سيكون من الصعب للغاية بالنسبة لهم أن يكون لهم أي إنجازات كبيرة، ولذلك بطبيعة الحال. كان يتم احتقارهم. “أوي، ما هذا السلوك؟ هل تعرف من أنا؟” سيدة كانت ترتدي ملابس رائعة كان معها صبي وأشارت وصاحت بصوت عال في شاب صغير. ليلًا. كان القمر المستدير معلقًا عاليًا وملأت النجوم السماء. “أنا آسف جدا. إن الوقت متأخر الآن، وسوف تغلق المدرسة قريبا. رجاء عودوا غدا.” كان وجه الشاب الصغير رقيقا، ولكن بين حاجبيه، كان يوجد القليل من الروح البطولية. “تشو فنغ، هل صادفتك مشكلة ما؟” ولكن فقط في ذلك الوقت, سمع صوت عذب. كان يدعى تشو فنغ. وكان واحدًا من عشرات الآلاف من تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي في مدرسة التنين اللازوردي. عشبة روح القديس. كانت مثل الدواء الشافي للتدريب القتالي، وكانت ثمينة للغاية. وكانت فائدتها لا نهاية لها لأولئك الذين دخلوا عالم الروح. على الرغم من أنه كان تلميذا في البلاط الخارجي، كان تشو فنغ مختلفًا عن كل الآخرين. لم يكن يشعر أنّه أدنى من الآخرين، ولم يقلل من نفسه. ولم يشعر بالخوف أو بالفزع عندما كان يعامل الآخرين، وكان هادئا جدا. ومع ذلك، أتمت تشو يو بالفعل امتحان التلميذ الداخلي منذ ثلاث سنوات، وأصبحت تلميذة داخلية. وهي الآن في المستوى الرابع من عالم الروح. “العودة غدا… هل تعتقد أنني حمقاء؟ نحن في الجبال! أين تريدنا أن ننام؟” “تشو فنغ، هل صادفتك مشكلة ما؟” ولكن فقط في ذلك الوقت, سمع صوت عذب. “يجب عليك أن ترتب لنا مكانًا للإقامة، وإلا سوف أذهب لأجد شيوخك للتفاوض.” كانت السيدة لا تستمع له ولا تهتم. حتى أنها أمسكت ملابس تشو فنغ. بعد أن قال ذلك، قام تشو فنغ بإغلاق عينيه، أغلق على عشبة روح القديس بكلتا كفيه وقام بفعل ختم غريب. “تشو فنغ، هل صادفتك مشكلة ما؟” ولكن فقط في ذلك الوقت, سمع صوت عذب. كانت تشو يو منحت واحدة من قبل العائلة, لكنها لم تستخدمها وأعطتها لتشو فنغ. إنها حقًا أثرت في تشو فنغ, لذلك لم يستطع أن يقبلها. في هذا الاتجاه، كانت تسير امرأة شابة ترتدي ملابس أرجوانية. على الرغم من أن هناك ابتسامة باهتة على فمها، كانت عيناها شرسة محدقة بإحكام على السيدة. “لكن تشو فنغ لم يكثف الطاقة الروحية بعد, لذلك عشبة روح القديس هذه أكثر أهمية له.” وضعت تشو يو عشبة روح القديس بقوة في أيدي تشو فنغ. حين شاهدت الشابة، لون وجه السيدة تغير على الفور وظهرت ملامح توحي بالخوف. في نفس الوقت, غطى الليل العالم من جديد. سماء الليل المشرقة أظلمت قليلًا, كما لو تمت إزالة جوهر ما منها, وعادت الأيام إلى ما كانت عليه. لم يكن بسبب أي شيء آخر. كان لمجرد أن الشابة كانت ترتدي رداءًا أرجوانيًا، وكان ذلك علامة من علامات انها تلميذة داخلية. لكنها لم تتردد على الإطلاق. وسحبت الصبي وغادرت بسرعة، ومن أثار الذعر تعثرت، الذي جعلها تبدو في وضع صعب للغاية. لعنت السيدة سرًا. كانت تظن أنها يمكن أن تستخدم مكانتها لجعل الأمور صعبة على الشاب. حين شاهدت الشابة، لون وجه السيدة تغير على الفور وظهرت ملامح توحي بالخوف. من كان يظن أن الشاب العادي أمامها كان له دعم تلميذ داخلي؟ كان البلاط الداخلي كيان لا يمكن أن يسيء له. “لا شيء لا شيء، كنت أستفسر عن بعض الأشياء منه.” أوضحت السيدة وهي تبتسم. “تشو يو ستكون شاهدة. ولكن ماذا لو لم تتمكن من اجتيازه؟ “ حدقت الشابة في وجهها وقالت كلمة واحدة فقط، “انصرفي.” اليوم، مجددًا، كان التقديم السنوي من التلاميذ لمدرسة التنين اللازوردي. وكانت هناك محيطات من الناس خارج المدرسة. في تلك اللحظة، جسم السيدة كان لا يسعه إلا أن يرتعش وأصبح وجهها رماديًا. لم يكن بسبب أي شيء آخر. كان لمجرد أن الشابة كانت ترتدي رداءًا أرجوانيًا، وكان ذلك علامة من علامات انها تلميذة داخلية. لكنها لم تتردد على الإطلاق. وسحبت الصبي وغادرت بسرعة، ومن أثار الذعر تعثرت، الذي جعلها تبدو في وضع صعب للغاية. على الرغم من أنه كان تلميذا في البلاط الخارجي، كان تشو فنغ مختلفًا عن كل الآخرين. لم يكن يشعر أنّه أدنى من الآخرين، ولم يقلل من نفسه. ولم يشعر بالخوف أو بالفزع عندما كان يعامل الآخرين، وكان هادئا جدا. في رؤية ذلك، تشو فنغ هز بلا حول ولا قوة رأسه وقال بأدب إلى الأنثى الشابة القادمة له: “شكرا جزيلا تشو يو.” من ناحية أخرى، ابتسم تشو تشن. كان حقا سعيدة. على الرغم من أنه لم يحصل على عشبة روح القديس الخاصة بتشو يو، كان يعلم أن هذا العام، عشبة روح القديس الخاص بتشو فنغ ستكون بالتأكيد له. “لا حاجة لان تكون مهذبا للغاية هكذا، ألسنا عائلة؟” كانت تشو يو مستاءةً قليلا. “يجب عليك أن ترتب لنا مكانًا للإقامة، وإلا سوف أذهب لأجد شيوخك للتفاوض.” كانت السيدة لا تستمع له ولا تهتم. حتى أنها أمسكت ملابس تشو فنغ. كانت محقة. انهم في الواقع عائلة. جاءوا من عائلة واحدة، عائلة تشو. عند رؤية ذلك, أخذت تشو يو حقيبة من خصرها ووضعتها في يد تشو فنغ, “اصقل هذه. فربما تساعدك على الاختراق الى المستوى الثالث” كانت تشو يو بنت عم تشو فنغ، من خط دم شقيق والد تشو فنغ وكانت أكبر من تشو فنغ بسنة واحدة. عند رؤية ذلك, أخذت تشو يو حقيبة من خصرها ووضعتها في يد تشو فنغ, “اصقل هذه. فربما تساعدك على الاختراق الى المستوى الثالث” ومع ذلك، أتمت تشو يو بالفعل امتحان التلميذ الداخلي منذ ثلاث سنوات، وأصبحت تلميذة داخلية. وهي الآن في المستوى الرابع من عالم الروح. فتح تشو فنغ الحقيبة وعلى الفور، ,انبعثت طاقة روحية قوية منها. كانت بداخلها عشبة روح القديس كانت مشرقة ومتلألئة وشفافة. “نحن في حاجة إلى اتباع قواعد المدرسة”، قال تشو فنغ مع ابتسامة رائعة. عند رؤية ذلك, أخذت تشو يو حقيبة من خصرها ووضعتها في يد تشو فنغ, “اصقل هذه. فربما تساعدك على الاختراق الى المستوى الثالث” عند النظر إلى تشو فنغ وهو يتصرف هكذا، تألم قلب تشو يو، “تشو فنغ، ألن تشارك مجددًا في امتحان التلميذ الداخلي لهذا العام؟ ام انك لا تزال لم تصل بعد إلى المستوى الثالث من عالم الروح؟” كانت عينا الرجل العجوز مشرقة بشكل غير طبيعي وجسده متحمس ويرتجف. وأشار نحو الموقع الذي سقط فيه البرق. “ضمن حدود مقاطعة أزور، أحضروا كل الأطفال الذين ولدوا الليلة إلى المدينة الإمبراطورية” لم يقم تشو فنغ بالرد وظلت ابتسامة باهتة معلقة على وجهه. لا أحد يعرف ما الذي كان يفكر فيه. لكن هذا البرق ذو الألوان التسعة. لحظة تصادمه مع الأرض, لم يحدث أي ضرر مرعب. بدلا من ذلك, اختفى تمامًا. عند رؤية ذلك, أخذت تشو يو حقيبة من خصرها ووضعتها في يد تشو فنغ, “اصقل هذه. فربما تساعدك على الاختراق الى المستوى الثالث” “العودة غدا… هل تعتقد أنني حمقاء؟ نحن في الجبال! أين تريدنا أن ننام؟” فتح تشو فنغ الحقيبة وعلى الفور، ,انبعثت طاقة روحية قوية منها. كانت بداخلها عشبة روح القديس كانت مشرقة ومتلألئة وشفافة. لم يكن بسبب أي شيء آخر. كان لمجرد أن الشابة كانت ترتدي رداءًا أرجوانيًا، وكان ذلك علامة من علامات انها تلميذة داخلية. “تشو يو. هذا ثمين جدا، وأنا لا يمكن أن أخذها.”تشو فنغ أعادها على عجل مرة أخرى إلى تشو يو. مم، حسنا.” عند رؤية أن تشو فنغ قبلها، كانت تشو يو بالفعل سعيدة، لذلك أجابت فقط عشوائيا ولم تهتم ما إذا كان تشو فنغ سيعيدها مرة أخرى أم لا. عشبة روح القديس. كانت مثل الدواء الشافي للتدريب القتالي، وكانت ثمينة للغاية. وكانت فائدتها لا نهاية لها لأولئك الذين دخلوا عالم الروح. حدقت الشابة في وجهها وقالت كلمة واحدة فقط، “انصرفي.” لزيادة سرعة التدريب، تقوم أسرة تشو بمنح عشبة روح القديس واحدة لأفراد أسرة تشو كل عام. من كان يظن أن الشاب العادي أمامها كان له دعم تلميذ داخلي؟ كان البلاط الداخلي كيان لا يمكن أن يسيء له. كانت تشو يو منحت واحدة من قبل العائلة, لكنها لم تستخدمها وأعطتها لتشو فنغ. إنها حقًا أثرت في تشو فنغ, لذلك لم يستطع أن يقبلها. “همف، أنت؟ إذا كنت تستطيع اجتياز امتحان التلميذ الداخلي، سأعطيك عشبة روح القديس خاصتي لهذا العام لك. “نظر تشو تشن إلى تشو فنغ بازدراء. “عندما أقول أني أعطيها لك، يجب عليك أن تأخذها. أنت أخي الصغير بعد كل شيء.” كانت تشو يو منزعجة قليلا. “لا شيء لا شيء، كنت أستفسر عن بعض الأشياء منه.” أوضحت السيدة وهي تبتسم. “أوه؟ متى كنتِ سخية هكذا حتى أنك بدأت تعطي عشبة روح القديس إلى الناس؟” “عائلة؟ تشو يو، يجب أن تعرفي أن تشو فنغ هذا ليس جزءا من عائلة تشو.” “انظري، أنا أخوك الصغير كذلك، ومن قبيل الصدفة، سوف أكون قريبًا في المستوى الرابع من عالم الروح. ماذا عن تعطي عشبة روح القديس لي؟” تشو يو ستكون شاهدة. ولكن ماذا لو لم تتمكن من اجتيازه؟ “ ظهر شاب في نفس سن تشو فنغ وكان يرتدي أيضًا ملابس تلاميذ البلاط الداخلي. في تلك اللحظة, أصبح الليل الأسود نهارا أبيض. حتى من قبل صعقة البرق, كانت الأرض تصدر صريرًا و ترتجف بشدة. “نعم سيدي!” وكان يدعى تشو تشن وكان أيضا من عائلة تشو. قبل خمس سنوات،قام بدخول مدرسة التنين اللازوردي في نفس الوقت مثل تشو فنغ. مع ذلك، أصبح تلميذًا داخليًا منذ سنتين. في عائلة تشو برمتها، من يحبه؟ أنت فقط تعامليه بشكل جيد حتى أنك تعطيه عشبة روح القديس خاصتك له لكي يستخدمها.” تشو تشن لم يفهم حقًا. “تشو تشن، لقد عبرت بالفعل المستوى الثالث من عالم الروح وكثفت الطاقة الروحية بنجاح. حتى لو لم يكن لديك عشبة روح القديس يمكنك الترقي بسرعة.” من ناحية أخرى، ابتسم تشو تشن. كان حقا سعيدة. على الرغم من أنه لم يحصل على عشبة روح القديس الخاصة بتشو يو، كان يعلم أن هذا العام، عشبة روح القديس الخاص بتشو فنغ ستكون بالتأكيد له. “لكن تشو فنغ لم يكثف الطاقة الروحية بعد, لذلك عشبة روح القديس هذه أكثر أهمية له.” وضعت تشو يو عشبة روح القديس بقوة في أيدي تشو فنغ. كانت محقة. انهم في الواقع عائلة. جاءوا من عائلة واحدة، عائلة تشو. “نعم، أنت على صواب، ولكن للأسف أنه لا يريدها.” تشو تشن قام بنشر يديه وسخر. من قال أني لا أريدها؟ “ولكن بعد ذلك، تشو فنغ ابتسم بخفة وضع عشبة روح القديس في جيبه قبل أن يقول،” تشو يو، سوف أقترض عشبة روح القديس هذه.وسوف أعيدها مرة أخرى اثنتين في وقت لاحق.” “همف، أنت؟ إذا كنت تستطيع اجتياز امتحان التلميذ الداخلي، سأعطيك عشبة روح القديس خاصتي لهذا العام لك. “نظر تشو تشن إلى تشو فنغ بازدراء. “مم، حسنا.” عند رؤية أن تشو فنغ قبلها، كانت تشو يو بالفعل سعيدة، لذلك أجابت فقط عشوائيا ولم تهتم ما إذا كان تشو فنغ سيعيدها مرة أخرى أم لا. صدت الاستجابات مثل الرعد في الأفق وتوجه عشرات آلاف الخبراء من المدينة الإمبراطورية تجاه مقاطعة أزور. وأقسموا أن يبحثوا عن الجسد الإلهي وإعطائه إلى البلاط الإمبراطوري لاستخدامه. “إذا كنت ستأخذها فلماذا اعدتها في المقام الاول؟ إن اعطائك عشبة روح القديس هذه لتستخدمها هو اهدار.” كان على وجه تشو تشن نظرة قبيحة جدًا. “أنا آسف جدا. إن الوقت متأخر الآن، وسوف تغلق المدرسة قريبا. رجاء عودوا غدا.” كان وجه الشاب الصغير رقيقا، ولكن بين حاجبيه، كان يوجد القليل من الروح البطولية. ابتسم تشو فنغ فقط وتجاهله. ثم قال لتشو يو، “تشو يو، سوف اشارك في امتحان التلميذ الداخلي لهذا العام.” “أنت غبي حقا.” كانت تشو يو غاضبة قليلا وبعد التحديق في وجهه لحظة واحدة، سارت بعيدا. “همف، أنت؟ إذا كنت تستطيع اجتياز امتحان التلميذ الداخلي، سأعطيك عشبة روح القديس خاصتي لهذا العام لك. “نظر تشو تشن إلى تشو فنغ بازدراء. “هل هذا صحيح؟” لم يصدق تشو فنغ ذلك. ضمن حدود مقاطعة أزور في المقاطعات التسعة. بين المدارس التي لا تعد و لا تحصى، كانت مدرسة التنين اللاذوردي واحدة منهم. “تشو يو ستكون شاهدة. ولكن ماذا لو لم تتمكن من اجتيازه؟ “ بعد أن قال ذلك، قام تشو فنغ بإغلاق عينيه، أغلق على عشبة روح القديس بكلتا كفيه وقام بفعل ختم غريب. “إذا عشبة روح القديس التي سأحصل عليها هذا العام سوف تكون ملكا لك.” تاركًا تلك الجملة وراءه، واصل تشو فنغ رمي نفسه في أعمال تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي. حدقت الشابة في وجهها وقالت كلمة واحدة فقط، “انصرفي.” “تشو تشن، نحن عائلة. لماذا أنت دائما بحاجة لجعل الأمور صعبة على تشو فنغ؟” نظرت تشو يو إلى تشو تشن بانزعاج. عند النظر إلى تشو فنغ وهو يتصرف هكذا، تألم قلب تشو يو، “تشو فنغ، ألن تشارك مجددًا في امتحان التلميذ الداخلي لهذا العام؟ ام انك لا تزال لم تصل بعد إلى المستوى الثالث من عالم الروح؟” “عائلة؟ تشو يو، يجب أن تعرفي أن تشو فنغ هذا ليس جزءا من عائلة تشو.” في تلك اللحظة، جسم السيدة كان لا يسعه إلا أن يرتعش وأصبح وجهها رماديًا. “بعد دخول المدرسة لمدة خمس سنوات، لا يزال لم يجتز امتحان التلميذ الداخلي. هو عار على عائلة تشو.” على قمة المدينة الإمبراطورية في المقاطعات التسعة. وقف رجل عجوز مرتديا ملابس ذهبية, يده وراء ظهره وكان ينظر في السماء, ليلًا. “في عائلة تشو برمتها، من يحبه؟ أنت فقط تعامليه بشكل جيد حتى أنك تعطيه عشبة روح القديس خاصتك له لكي يستخدمها.” تشو تشن لم يفهم حقًا. في هذا الاتجاه، كانت تسير امرأة شابة ترتدي ملابس أرجوانية. على الرغم من أن هناك ابتسامة باهتة على فمها، كانت عيناها شرسة محدقة بإحكام على السيدة. “أنت غبي حقا.” كانت تشو يو غاضبة قليلا وبعد التحديق في وجهه لحظة واحدة، سارت بعيدا. في هذا الاتجاه، كانت تسير امرأة شابة ترتدي ملابس أرجوانية. على الرغم من أن هناك ابتسامة باهتة على فمها، كانت عيناها شرسة محدقة بإحكام على السيدة. من ناحية أخرى، ابتسم تشو تشن. كان حقا سعيدة. على الرغم من أنه لم يحصل على عشبة روح القديس الخاصة بتشو يو، كان يعلم أن هذا العام، عشبة روح القديس الخاص بتشو فنغ ستكون بالتأكيد له. كانت عينا الرجل العجوز مشرقة بشكل غير طبيعي وجسده متحمس ويرتجف. وأشار نحو الموقع الذي سقط فيه البرق. “ضمن حدود مقاطعة أزور، أحضروا كل الأطفال الذين ولدوا الليلة إلى المدينة الإمبراطورية” في الليل، في منطقة الراحة الخاصة بتلاميذ البلاط الخارجي. كان الظلام دامسًا. بعد كونهم مشغولين طوال اليوم، كان الجميع متعبين جدا وناموا في وقت مبكر جدا. فقط غرفة تشو فنغ لا تزال مضيئة. من قال أني لا أريدها؟ “ولكن بعد ذلك، تشو فنغ ابتسم بخفة وضع عشبة روح القديس في جيبه قبل أن يقول،” تشو يو، سوف أقترض عشبة روح القديس هذه.وسوف أعيدها مرة أخرى اثنتين في وقت لاحق.” كان يجلس في الجزء الأمامي من السرير، وأخرج عشبة روح القديس الذي أعطتها له تشو يو وتمتم: “آمل أن تكون عشبة روح القديس هذه قادرة على أن تجعلكي كاملة.” وكان يدعى تشو تشن وكان أيضا من عائلة تشو. قبل خمس سنوات،قام بدخول مدرسة التنين اللازوردي في نفس الوقت مثل تشو فنغ. مع ذلك، أصبح تلميذًا داخليًا منذ سنتين. بعد أن قال ذلك، قام تشو فنغ بإغلاق عينيه، أغلق على عشبة روح القديس بكلتا كفيه وقام بفعل ختم غريب. “نحن في حاجة إلى اتباع قواعد المدرسة”، قال تشو فنغ مع ابتسامة رائعة. في تلك اللحظة، بدأت الطاقة الروحية داخل عشبة روح القديس بدخول جسم تشو فنغ من خلال كفه وتركزت في مركز قوته. في كل مرة، كان أكثر الناس انشغالًا هم تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي. وقد دفعت كل مسؤوليات القبول للمدرسة على رؤوسهم. في نفس الوقت، جاءت أصوات مضغ من مركز قوة تشو فنغ كما لو أن شيئا كان يأكل وجبة. لعنت السيدة سرًا. كانت تظن أنها يمكن أن تستخدم مكانتها لجعل الأمور صعبة على الشاب. إذا تطلعت من خلال جلده، سوف تكتشف أن في الجزء العميق من مركز طاقة تشو فنغ، توجد كتلة من البرق هناك. في كل مرة، كان أكثر الناس انشغالًا هم تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي. وقد دفعت كل مسؤوليات القبول للمدرسة على رؤوسهم. كتلة البرق تلك كان لها تسع ألوان وكان كل لون مثل وحش عملاق من البرق. وأصدرت هالة مرعبة من الطاقة لا تنتمي لهذا العالم. لزيادة سرعة التدريب، تقوم أسرة تشو بمنح عشبة روح القديس واحدة لأفراد أسرة تشو كل عام. “إذا عشبة روح القديس التي سأحصل عليها هذا العام سوف تكون ملكا لك.” تاركًا تلك الجملة وراءه، واصل تشو فنغ رمي نفسه في أعمال تلاميذ البلاط الخارجي. -------------------- “أوي، ما هذا السلوك؟ هل تعرف من أنا؟” سيدة كانت ترتدي ملابس رائعة كان معها صبي وأشارت وصاحت بصوت عال في شاب صغير. “العودة غدا… هل تعتقد أنني حمقاء؟ نحن في الجبال! أين تريدنا أن ننام؟” “أوه؟ متى كنتِ سخية هكذا حتى أنك بدأت تعطي عشبة روح القديس إلى الناس؟”
Chapter 38 – The Dream College Letters The day everyone had been waiting for finally arrived. College acceptance day. ⸻ The dorm was more chaotic than usual. Which was impressive. ⸻ Jennie sat on the couch staring at her laptop. Her blonde hair was tied in a loose ponytail, and she wore an oversized black hoodie, baggy jeans, and sneakers. She looked calm. Too calm. Felix noticed. “You’ve been staring at that screen for ten minutes.” “I’m thinking.” “About?” “Whether I should open it.” Felix blinked. “It’s an email.” “It’s an important email.” “You’re scared of an email?” Jennie looked at him. “I’m scared of disappointment.” For once… Felix didn’t tease her. ⸻ “You worked hard.” She looked at him. “You know that, right?” Jennie smiled slightly. “You’re being nice again.” “Don’t get used to it.” She smirked. “Too late.” ⸻ Then… Han ran into the room. His brown hair was completely messy, and he wore his green hoodie and jeans. “I GOT IN!” Everyone jumped. ⸻ Lisa looked up. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was tied back, and she wore a black jacket and cargo pants. “Han, you scared me.” “I couldn’t contain my greatness.” Jisoo walked in behind him. Her red hair was neatly styled, and she wore a cream sweater with black pants. “You mean you couldn’t contain your screaming.” “Same thing.” ⸻ Rosé opened her email next. Her lavender hair fell over her shoulders as she smiled. “I got in too.” Everyone cheered. ⸻ Hyunjin dramatically held his phone. His blond hair was perfectly styled, and he wore a black sweater with layered accessories. “I have received my destiny.” Han looked over. “Just say you got accepted.” “I was being dramatic.” “We know.” ⸻ One by one… The letters came in. ⸻ Lisa got accepted into her dream program. Rosé got accepted into her dream music college. Jisoo got accepted into her dream university. Han got accepted into the college he wanted, even after everyone doubted his ability to stay focused. Hyunjin got accepted into his dream arts program. ⸻ Finally… Everyone looked at Jennie and Felix. ⸻ Felix opened his first. He stared. Then smiled. “I got in.” Everyone cheered. ⸻ Jennie smiled. “Of course you did, basketball boy.” Felix looked at her. “That’s your congratulations?” “Yes.” “Wow.” “You expected something else?” “Maybe.” “Too bad.” ⸻ Then Jennie opened hers. Silence. ⸻ She read the email. Her eyes widened. Felix noticed. “Jennie?” She looked up. “I got in.” ⸻ The room exploded. ⸻ Han screamed. Lisa hugged her. Rosé started cheering. Jisoo smiled proudly. Hyunjin declared: “This is the beginning of a new era.” ⸻ Felix smiled the biggest. “You did it.” Jennie looked at everyone. She wasn’t usually emotional. But this time… She was. ⸻ “I actually did it.” Felix nodded. “You did.” ⸻ Later that evening… Everyone celebrated. There was food everywhere. Music playing. Pictures being taken. ⸻ Han held up his phone. “Group picture!” Everyone gathered. ⸻ Jennie stood beside Felix. Han looked at them. “Move closer.” “No.” “Yes.” “We’re already standing next to each other.” “Not enough.” ⸻ Lisa laughed. “Han, stop forcing moments.” “I am creating memories.” ⸻ The photo was taken. Everyone laughing. Everyone smiling. ⸻ Afterward… Jennie looked at the picture. A year ago… She didn’t know any of them. She thought Felix was just a popular athlete. He thought she was just a cold DJ who insulted everyone. Now… They were family. ⸻ Felix looked at the photo. “Ready for college?” Jennie shrugged. “Maybe.” “Maybe?” “I’m ready.” She smiled. “But don’t think college means you escape my roasts.” Felix laughed. “I knew there was a catch.” ⸻ The future was changing. New schools. New challenges. New chapters. But one thing was certain… Wherever they went… The chaos would follow.
⸻ CHAPTER: “SMALL TABLE, BIG SILENCE (JUST THEM)” ⸻ The rest of the restaurant faded into background noise. Soft clinking dishes. Distant conversations. Warm lighting that made everything feel slower than it actually was. But at this corner table— the world had narrowed. ⸻ Lisa sat with Noah and Ari on either side of her. And across from them— I.N. ⸻ Lisa’s brown hair was slightly messy now, loose strands falling near her cheeks as she leaned forward over the table. She had taken off her hoodie earlier, leaving a simple black fitted top with cargo pants—comfortable, relaxed, fully out of “airport mode” and into something quieter. Her expression had softened completely. Not performer. Not public figure. Just mom who finally stopped moving. ⸻ Noah sat on her right, swinging his legs under the chair, hoodie slightly oversized, eyes locked on the food like it was a mission. Ari sat on her left, pastel jacket unzipped now, hair slightly loosened, leaning into Lisa’s side every few minutes like she needed contact to stay anchored. ⸻ Lisa gently nudged Ari’s plate closer. “Eat that first.” ⸻ Ari frowned. “But I want that one.” ⸻ Lisa shook her head. “That one is sugar pretending to be happiness.” ⸻ Noah immediately looked up. “I like sugar happiness.” ⸻ Lisa pointed at him without looking. “You already had sugar happiness this morning.” ⸻ Noah paused. “…True.” ⸻ Across the table, I.N watched quietly. His hair was softly styled, slightly parted from travel, and he wore a simple neutral jacket over a plain shirt with relaxed pants—calm, understated, not trying to stand out, just present. He didn’t interrupt. He just observed the rhythm of them. ⸻ Ari suddenly turned toward him. “Are you quiet because you’re shy?” ⸻ I.N blinked. “…A little.” ⸻ Noah leaned forward. “Or are you quiet because Mom talks a lot?” ⸻ Lisa immediately looked at Noah. “That was unnecessary.” ⸻ I.N smiled faintly. “It’s… not inaccurate.” ⸻ Lisa sighed deeply. “Traitor table.” ⸻ Ari giggled into her drink. ⸻ The food arrived in small plates, warm steam rising. Lisa immediately took a small bite from each kid’s plate without warning. ⸻ Noah stared. “That’s unfair.” ⸻ Lisa nodded. “Yes.” ⸻ Ari copied her. “You’re just checking.” ⸻ Lisa nodded again. “Yes.” ⸻ Noah leaned back. “This system is corrupt.” ⸻ Lisa pointed at him again. “You’re still eating.” ⸻ That shut him up instantly. ⸻ I.N finally spoke softly. “You do this often?” ⸻ Lisa didn’t look up. “Daily survival protocol.” ⸻ Ari tugged her sleeve. “Mom, you’re funny today.” ⸻ Lisa paused for a fraction of a second. Then softened. “I always am.” ⸻ Noah raised an eyebrow. “No you’re not.” ⸻ Lisa leaned toward him slightly. “I am when I’m not tired.” ⸻ I.N’s gaze softened a little. “So… today is a good day.” ⸻ Lisa nodded once. “Today is a finished day.” ⸻ Ari leaned against her again. “I like finished days.” ⸻ Lisa gently rested her hand on Ari’s head. “Me too.” ⸻ A quiet moment followed. Not empty. Just full in a different way. ⸻ Noah finally asked: “Are you happy now?” ⸻ Lisa didn’t answer immediately. She looked at both kids. Then at the table. Then across at I.N. ⸻ Her voice came softer than before. “…Yes.” ⸻ Noah nodded like that was the only acceptable answer. ⸻ Ari smiled. “Good.” ⸻ I.N exhaled quietly, almost smiling. “That’s important.” ⸻ Lisa leaned back slightly in her chair, brown hair falling naturally around her face, no longer styled, no longer controlled. Just her. ⸻ “I don’t need loud days,” she said softly. “Just days that end like this.” ⸻ Noah tilted his head. “With food?” ⸻ Lisa nodded. “With food.” ⸻ Ari added: “And us?” ⸻ Lisa didn’t hesitate. “Always you.” ⸻ A small silence settled. Warm. Stable. Real. ⸻ And for the first time all day— there was nothing to fix, nothing to plan, nothing to perform. ⸻ Just a mother, two children, and someone quietly sitting across from them… sharing a moment that didn’t need an audience to matter.
The airport exit doors slid open with a soft mechanical hiss. Cool evening air spilled inside, mixing with the warm indoor lights for a brief moment of contrast—like two worlds touching before separating again. Outside: waiting cars, muted city hum, fading daylight. Inside: arrivals, reunions, footsteps, and softened laughter. ⸻ BLACKPINK moved together through the terminal like a quiet formation returning from work. Each of them looked more human now than polished. ⸻ Jisoo walked slightly ahead, calm and composed. Her dark hair was styled in soft natural waves, slightly loosened from travel, falling neatly around her shoulders. She wore a cream-white fitted knit top layered under a light beige trench coat, paired with straight black trousers and simple flats. Her look was minimal, elegant, and grounded—airport-ready but still unmistakably refined. Her bag hung neatly from one shoulder, posture steady as always. ⸻ Jennie followed beside her, phone in one hand but no longer focused on it. Her dark hair was straight and sleek, parted cleanly in the middle, resting smoothly over her shoulders. She wore a black fitted top under an oversized charcoal blazer, paired with relaxed tailored trousers and clean sneakers—mixing structure with comfort. Her expression was relaxed but alert, eyes scanning the crowd once before softening. ⸻ Rosé walked slightly behind, blonde hair glowing under the terminal lights like soft golden thread. It was loosely styled in gentle waves, slightly tousled from travel but still delicate. She wore a soft ivory blouse layered under a pale gray cardigan, with flowing wide-leg trousers and simple shoes. Her look felt airy and gentle, almost like she belonged more to music than to airports. She held a small tote bag close to her side, posture calm. ⸻ And then— movement ahead. ⸻ A shift in energy. ⸻ Lisa appeared through the arrival gate. Her brown hair was tied loosely into a low ponytail, slightly messy from travel, with soft strands framing her face. She wore a black oversized hoodie layered over a fitted tank top, paired with relaxed cargo pants and comfortable sneakers—practical, effortless, lived-in. A small travel bag hung from her shoulder as she stepped forward quickly, eyes already searching. ⸻ And then she saw them. And everything softened. ⸻ Because running toward her were two small figures. Noah and Ari. ⸻ Noah wore a soft casual hoodie with light joggers, his hair neatly cut but slightly tousled from movement, eyes bright with excitement as he ran forward. Ari followed right behind in a pastel jacket and leggings, hair tied into a small neat style that bounced slightly as she ran, her expression bright and full of anticipation. ⸻ Lisa dropped her bag slightly without thinking. Her face changed instantly. From tired traveler— to something much warmer. ⸻ She crouched just in time. “Noah… Ari…” ⸻ Both children collided into her at once. “Mom!!” ⸻ Lisa wrapped her arms around them tightly, closing her eyes for a moment. Her voice softened completely. “I missed you both so much.” ⸻ Behind them, a few steps back— I.N stood watching quietly. His hair was softly styled, slightly relaxed from travel, and he wore a neutral-toned jacket over a simple shirt with slim pants—clean, understated, comfortable. His posture was relaxed, hands in pockets, expression gentle as he observed the reunion without interrupting it. ⸻ A few steps further back— BLACKPINK watched. ⸻ Jennie tilted her head slightly, arms loosely crossed. Her sleek dark hair framed her face as she observed the moment, expression shifting into something knowingly amused. Her black blazer hung open now, showing her fitted top underneath. ⸻ Rosé smiled softly, blonde hair glowing under the airport lighting as she looked at Lisa with the kids. Her cardigan hung loosely off one shoulder now, posture gentle, eyes warm. ⸻ Jisoo stood calmly, dark wavy hair framing her composed expression. Her beige trench coat moved slightly as she shifted her weight, hands resting lightly on her bag strap, watching with quiet understanding. ⸻ Lisa slowly stood again, still holding Noah’s hand while Ari stayed close at her side. She brushed a loose strand of brown hair away from her face, exhaling. Then looked at BLACKPINK. “…Don’t say anything.” ⸻ Jennie raised an eyebrow. “We didn’t say anything.” ⸻ Lisa narrowed her eyes. “You were thinking loudly.” ⸻ Rosé laughed softly. “We always are.” ⸻ Noah looked up at the group. “Mom, who are they?” ⸻ Lisa glanced at them. “My friends.” A beat. “…and occasional chaos.” ⸻ Ari tilted her head. “Are they nice?” ⸻ Lisa paused. Then nodded. “Yes.” Another pause. “…mostly.” ⸻ Jennie placed a hand on her chest. “Mostly?!” ⸻ Jisoo smiled faintly. “That sounds accurate.” ⸻ Rosé leaned slightly toward the children. “We’re very nice.” ⸻ Noah nodded seriously. “Okay. That’s acceptable.” ⸻ Lisa sighed. “I’m surrounded.” ⸻ Jennie smirked. “Correct.” ⸻ As they all began walking toward the exit together, the group formed an unusual but natural formation: business trip returns, childhood energy, and quiet family warmth all moving in the same direction. ⸻ Jennie glanced at Lisa. “So… full-time mom mode?” ⸻ Lisa adjusted Ari gently on her side. “It never turns off.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. “That explains your schedule discipline.” ⸻ Lisa gave her a look. “Don’t analyze my parenting.” ⸻ Jisoo spoke calmly. “It’s efficient.” ⸻ Lisa sighed. “…That’s not a compliment.” ⸻ Noah tugged her sleeve again. “Food now?” ⸻ Lisa immediately nodded. “Yes.” Then turned toward BLACKPINK. “And I choose the restaurant.” ⸻ Jennie paused. “…Fine.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. “Mom wins again.” ⸻ Jisoo added softly. “As expected.” ⸻ Lisa smirked slightly, holding both kids’ hands as they walked. “Good.” ⸻ And as they stepped out into the open air— it wasn’t a return to fame. Or business. Or schedules. ⸻ It was simply a group of people walking forward together— hair slightly undone, clothes relaxed, laughter waiting just ahead of them in the next moment.
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.
The house woke up slowly. No alarms. No staff. No schedule reminders buzzing in the background. Just sunlight spilling across wooden floors like it had nowhere else to be. ⸻ BLACKPINK had agreed on something rare the night before: A weekend with nothing planned. Not rehearsals. Not meetings. Not appearances. Just… time. ⸻ Jisoo was already awake, naturally. Her dark wavy hair was loosely tied back, a soft cream sweater resting over relaxed lounge pants. She stood in the kitchen quietly, making tea with the calm precision of someone who didn’t need noise to feel awake. The house always felt “started” when Jisoo was up first. ⸻ Jennie came in later, hair slightly messy, oversized shirt hanging off one shoulder, still half in sleep mode. She looked at the kettle. “…Is it too early to be alive?” ⸻ Jisoo didn’t turn. “Yes.” ⸻ Jennie nodded. “Good. We agree.” ⸻ ⸻ Rosé arrived quietly after, blonde hair tied loosely, soft cardigan wrapped around her like comfort itself. She paused in the doorway. “It smells like peace,” she said. ⸻ Jennie pointed at the kettle. “That’s just tea.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. “It’s still peace.” ⸻ ⸻ Then— fast footsteps. ⸻ Lisa entered the kitchen from the hallway, brown hair tied in a loose bun, hoodie slightly oversized, sweatpants soft and unstyled. No stage version of her. No work version. Just morning Lisa. ⸻ Behind her— Noah (now a 5-year-old boy) ran in first, socks sliding slightly on the floor. “I DECLARE THIS WEEKEND OFFICIAL FUN TIME,” he announced loudly. ⸻ Ari followed more carefully, pastel hoodie slightly oversized, hair neatly tied but already loosening. “That’s not how weekends work,” she said calmly. ⸻ Noah pointed at her. “It is if I say it loudly enough.” ⸻ Lisa sighed as she reached for a cup. “That’s also not how reality works.” ⸻ Noah considered this. “…Reality is negotiable.” ⸻ Jennie looked at Lisa. “He’s becoming a problem.” ⸻ Lisa nodded. “He’s been one.” ⸻ Noah smiled proudly. “I am consistent.” ⸻ ⸻ The living room filled slowly. Blankets appeared. Coffee cups moved around. People migrated like the house was pulling them into comfort. ⸻ Jisoo sat first, cross-legged on the couch, posture relaxed, watching everything like she was already enjoying the quiet unfolding. Jennie lay back fully on the sofa, arms spread. “I refuse to move for at least six hours.” ⸻ Rosé curled into the armchair near the window, blonde hair glowing in morning light. “I might read something,” she said softly. ⸻ Lisa sat on the floor, leaning against the couch, brown hair falling slightly over her face as she sipped her drink. Ari sat beside her immediately. Noah flopped down dramatically between Jennie and Lisa. ⸻ Silence settled. Not awkward. Not empty. Just shared. ⸻ Noah broke it first. “Do famous people also do nothing?” ⸻ Jennie lifted one hand. “We are doing it right now.” ⸻ Noah looked around. “…We are very good at it.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. “It takes practice.” ⸻ Jisoo added gently. “It takes permission.” ⸻ Lisa leaned her head back slightly. “…It takes exhaustion.” ⸻ That made Jennie laugh. ⸻ Ari leaned into Lisa. “This is my favorite kind of day.” ⸻ Lisa looked down at her. “Why?” ⸻ Ari shrugged. “Nothing is trying to win.” ⸻ Silence again. But softer this time. ⸻ Noah rolled onto his side. “I think the house likes us today.” ⸻ Rosé nodded gently. “It always does.” ⸻ Jisoo looked around. “It just waits for us to stop rushing.” ⸻ Jennie closed her eyes. “…Then we should stop more often.” ⸻ Lisa exhaled quietly. For once— there was nothing pulling her away from the moment. ⸻ Just the four of them. A child’s voice. A quiet laugh. A blonde head by the window. A steady presence in the kitchen. And a house that didn’t ask for anything in return. ⸻ Just a weekend. Not scheduled. Not earned. ⸻ Just lived.
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.
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.
Characters: * Alexander (Alex): 24, works in a garage. loved her very much. Black hair, dark eyes. * Lucienne (Lucy): 20, owns a cafe. Cares about him very much. Blonde wavy hair, turquoise eyes. They are married while Lucy is in the sixed month pregnant. It’s the afternoon and Alex is working in the garage without a shirt and a tattoo on his one arm on his motorcycle (Yamaha r1) while Lucy is in the kitchen in their house preparing lunch. But a woman named Sarah with a tight black skirt and black hair enters the garden and looks from the window into the kitchen where she sees Lucy. She works together with Alex in the company. She’s jealous of Lucy because she loves Alex too. So she asked Lucy where Alex is because she has some “things” to talk with him about the company but she clearly wants something different from him Continue on your own MORE than six pages would be perfect
It didn’t happen all at once. It happened the way most big decisions do— quietly, between schedules, late-night talks, and the kind of conversations that start as jokes and slowly stop being jokes. ⸻ Jisoo was the first to say it seriously. “We should have a place that isn’t borrowed.” ⸻ Jennie laughed at first. “We already have apartments.” Then she paused. “…But I know what you mean.” ⸻ Rosé said it softer. “A place that feels like us, not schedules.” ⸻ And Lisa just looked at them for a moment. Her brown hair tied loosely, casual clothes, no stage energy—just real life. “…Then let’s do it.” ⸻ That was the beginning. ⸻ They found the house together. Not huge. Not flashy. Just warm. Glass and wood. Light-filled rooms. A kitchen that felt like it was already waiting for laughter. ⸻ When they walked inside for the first time— it didn’t feel like buying property. It felt like recognition. ⸻ Jisoo stood in the living room first, dark wavy hair falling softly over her cream-toned outfit. “It’s calm,” she said. ⸻ Jennie leaned against the counter, straight dark hair loose over a black blazer and top. “It has potential.” ⸻ Rosé stood by the window, blonde hair glowing in soft waves. “It feels like mornings.” ⸻ Lisa walked through the space slowly, brown hair loose, hoodie and relaxed pants, fingers brushing the edge of the table. “It feels like us already.” ⸻ ⸻ They bought it. Together. Four names. Four signatures. One shared key. ⸻ And over time— it became their place. ⸻ Not a permanent residence for all of them. Not a replacement for their own lives. But a shared home between worlds. ⸻ Where they came when they were tired. Where they came when they were loud. Where they came when they didn’t want to be anything except themselves. ⸻ Years later— Noah, now a 5-year-old boy, ran through the living room the moment Lisa opened the door. “I still remember this place!” he announced. ⸻ Ari followed more calmly, adjusting her sweater. “We were here last week,” she corrected. ⸻ Noah nodded. “So I have strong memory.” ⸻ Lisa sighed. “That’s not how memory works.” ⸻ ⸻ Jennie dropped her bag by the couch. “This house is still too quiet before we arrive.” ⸻ Jisoo removed her shoes neatly. “That’s because chaos hasn’t entered yet.” ⸻ Rosé smiled softly. “It waits for us.” ⸻ Lisa looked around the room— the house they chose together. The house that didn’t belong to one of them. But belonged to all four. ⸻ “…We really did this,” she said quietly. ⸻ Jennie smirked. “Unfortunately, yes.” ⸻ Jisoo nodded. “Fortunately.” ⸻ Rosé added gently. “Completely.” ⸻ Noah raised his hand. “I vote we never sell it.” ⸻ Ari raised hers too. “I agree.” ⸻ Lisa looked at them all— at BLACKPINK. at the house. at the life they built between everything else. ⸻ Then smiled faintly. “…Motion passed.” ⸻ And the house— as always— felt like it agreed too.
Characters: * Alexander (Alex): 24, works in a garage. loved her very much. Black hair, dark eyes. * Lucienne (Lucy): 20, owns a cafe. Cares about him very much. Blonde wavy hair, turquoise eyes. They are married while Lucy is in the sixed month pregnant. It’s the afternoon and Alex is working in the garage without a shirt and a tattoo on his one arm on his motorcycle (Yamaha r1) while Lucy is in the kitchen in their house preparing lunch. But a woman named Sarah with a tight black skirt and black hair enters the garden and looks from the window into the kitchen where she sees Lucy. She works together with Alex in the company. She’s jealous of Lucy because she loves Alex too. So she asked Lucy where Alex is because she has some “things” to talk with him about the company It’s like a normal life Continue on your own More than six pages would be perfect
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.
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 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.
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.
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.
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.
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.