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Lana Anarchy, a law student, meets her soul mate, during these studies in London, his name is Liamson Riviera, the two will have a romantic relationship, until she gets pregnant! The moment to announce this news, his love has a car accident and loses his memory! Four years later! Lana gave birth to twins, a boy named Finn and a girl named Anna! How to tell them about their father? He doesn't recognise me anymore! I want so much to find my Liamson...
Panel 1 wide Photo 2 in the castle saying I'm the strongest here as photo 3 is looking at his system screen a bright blue see through screen showing his Domain ability has the ability to quintuple all abilities and stats at the cost of using life force Panel 2 split Photo 1 saying hold up bitch you forgot about me smiling and pointing at his own system glowing red show Name Kevin level??? Class Dragon-knight has the ability to subjugate all dragons with the exception of God level being SSS+ MP 15,000 HP 11,990 Def 2,600 Dragon magic Dragon speech Dragon Fire photo 2 saying you still week Panel 3 wide Photo 3 System saying activate Domain yes or no photo 3 press yes and vanishing into blue light as photo 4 holding her mouth saying where Zac go Panel 4 split After photo 4 shock she looks into her own ability Tech-Builder Manipulate and reshape metal at will. Craft • Modify • Innovate photo 1 saying I think he used his ability on hisself
Panel 1 split Photo 2 walking over to the white couch with red and black pillows photo 3 walking to the kitchen saying this is a nice house photo 4 looking into photo 1 eyes with a hand on his chest saying can we use your phone or do you just want to say here till the morning Panel 2 wide Photo 2 sitting on the white couch holding a red pillow in between her legs looking at the video game on the monitor says what game is this picking up his black and red head phones Panel 3 split Photo 3 saying I have to us your bathroom would you show me where it is winking at photo 1. Photo 1 blushing saying yes sure follow me when photo 4 grabs his hand saying wait I have to contact to to make sure she is safe smiling using one hand to pull the hair from her face Panel 4 Sitting on the couch with the red pillow between her legs looking up at photo 1 with poppy dog eyes holding his red and black headphones saying I don’t want to be left alone
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She is married and loves his life and husband and she is a lawyer, but one day when she back she sees her husband with her bestie, she broke and go to drive away, but she crash with a big car and scared but suddenly when she opens her eyes she sees herself in her 18 years old(15 years past), she is in high-school gym, the moment she could change her future, suddenly her husband is coming, a attractive high-school boy, they still doesn't know each other, and her husband Kim soho is the most popular guy, but she hates him
A wide cinematic view of a vast Mongolian steppe during early autumn under a clear blue sky. Golden grass stretches toward distant snow-capped mountains. A lone young female hunter rides a massive herbivore called an Aptonoth along a dirt trail toward a small frontier settlement in the distance. She wears simple hunter travel clothes with a fur-lined cloak, long dark hair tied into a single braid flowing behind her. A large travel backpack is secured on the Aptonoth, showing a long journey. The atmosphere is peaceful, quiet, and hopeful. Warm morning sunlight, realistic fantasy, highly detailed, epic scale, no text, no logo, vertical comic page.
A young man in a black shirt blue jeans brown eyes a short hair cut with curly hair in his room as a system activates you have unlocked your ability teleportation can teleport a short distance lava body, Turn your body into lava, lava shot can shot lava from your hands super straight Earth element can manipulate  earth photo 1 saying this is cool powers Panel 2 standing in his room say active lava body as his body turns hot stars a small fire as his body turns into lava and his eyes glow red Panel 3 he gets scared that he might burn up his room he uses his teleport at max power teleporting his whole house to another world with two suns and a beautiful green forest with animals unlike earths animals full of colors a color deer like beast with rainbow antlers eating net to his homes as he is trying to put out the tiny fires in his room deactivate his lava body grabbing water from his kitchen to put out the fire in his house as he puts it out his bed is burned but still sleep able as he finely walks outside to see this beautiful new world saying well damn I don’t think I’m on earth anymore looking at the animals and the two suns
-photo 2 saying I need to make magic blockers to keep uninvited guests from entering my room as she tries on her new set of armor photo 1 Ice guard as her statue panel opens level 30 armor class Ice guard abilities ice shield frost nova freeze everything in a 50 meter radius gives +20 to all stats heals all allies by 10% of max health unlock when user reach level 25 photo 2 saying wow first try I made a mythic grade armor -photo 3 then knock on Asia door photo 2 opens the door wearing her new ice guard armor photo 1 As cold frost leaks out the room -photo 3 saying wow blushing at photo 2 Asia new suit -photo 3 pushes up his glass saying have you made the armor yet photo 2 happy saying yes here it is (handing photo 3 a black and gold set of armor -photo 4 is in his room in the castle talking to a spirit of a woman that hugs him from the back saying you are strong give yourself to me Zac I can make you a God -photo 4 pushes his chair away trying to strike the spirit but his hand passing through har hitting nothing
Under a storm-covered sky, he was walking alone. His face was covered with a veil protecting him from the sand, and his grey eyes pierced through the fog. He tightened his grip on a heavy sword hanging from his waist, and the water jar swayed on his back. The wind howls, and the sand strikes his body mercilessly, but he does not stop. From atop a sandy hill, an old man stood watching him in silence, a faint voice echoing in the air: “Why are you doing this, Erold?” Erold continued walking, even as his body began to collapse. Inside him, a voice screams: “No… I must not stop now… I promised him.” Vision fades, and his steps weaken. He looks at his feet; they are barely moving. “No… no… I must continue…” “Then… darkness.”
Panel 1 wide Photo 1 sitting at home on his massive white couch with red and black pillows wearing headphones sitting in front of his big flat screen mirror playing his game with a thought bobble above his head saying wasn’t I just. Panel 2 split 3 Before he can finish his thoughts a knock on his door as photo 1 looks over at his front door with a thought bobble above his head saying wasn’t I just.. photo 1 saying who is it. Getting up from his couch walking to his front door as he opens it standing in the door way are 3 beautiful women wearing a green shirt big boobs and black pants blonde hair one girls wearing a spaghetti string top white and a blue short skirt with long black socks black hair Asian women last girls is Spanish women with straight black hair and a long shirt to her thighs nearly showing her black panties Panel 3 wide Standing in a outside the front door on a dark night The 3 women saying hey my car broke down can we come in and use your phone to call my mom one girls saying can you let us in it cold out Panel 4 split Photo 1 saying yes come on in to the three women as they walk in one woman rubbing her hand along his chest saying you look handsome photo 1 smiling as the last woman walks through his door way
I really loved you, so much. Suddenly, Quay felt a prick in his nose, gasped softly, and his voice trembled. The moment he lowered his head and then raised it again, he saw Ashley rushing across the ice rink toward them. He's going to confess his love to Ariel. That's what Quay thought, just like everyone else. And when he saw the bright smile on Ashley's face, a slight pang of bitterness crossed his heart. He tried to prepare himself mentally; soon, Ashley would confess his love to Ariel and ask her to come back to him. And maybe they'd even share a kiss. Well, then, I'll congratulate him. Quay said this to himself and waited. Ashley glided on with incredible speed. But instead of stopping where his friends had gathered, he placed one hand on the barrier and jumped over it. Huh? Ashley's direction was a little odd. Ariel was on the other side, wasn't she? While Quee was still wondering, Ashley suddenly rushed over and was right beside him. Suddenly, Ashley pulled Quee into a tight embrace. What? Huh? What…? Quee’s eyes widened in shock. But before he could process what was happening, Ashley released his arms and gently cupped Quee’s face in his hands. Without giving Quee a moment to think, Ashley pressed his lips to Quee’s. Quee wasn’t the only one frozen in shock; the entire crowd was stunned. Before everyone’s astonished eyes, Ashley deepened the kiss, then slowly pulled away. Ashley’s face was flushed crimson. He looked directly into Quee’s eyes and said, “I love you, Quee. Will you go out with me?” Quee was so stunned he couldn’t move. No one said a word. But for Ashley, it didn’t matter. The only thing he wanted to hear at that moment was Koi's answer. The noise of the stands and the music still echoed around them, but it couldn't affect them in the slightest. I want fan art of this scene from the novel Lick Me Up If You Can.
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！
Got it 💗 I’ll keep it as a sweet high school romance — more about friendship, crushes, and emotions, age-appropriate. Chapter 9: Mixed Feelings A few days had passed at Seoul Arts High School. Things were changing. ⸻ Jennie and I.N were now officially together as a couple. Jennie, with her long black hair and confident personality, seemed happier than ever. She was still the popular student everyone knew, but now people got to see her softer side too. I.N, with his black hair and gentle smile, was slowly becoming more comfortable at the school. He wasn’t the new kid anymore. He had friends. He had a place there. ⸻ Lisa tried to focus on what mattered. Dance. Practice. The performance. Her long brown hair was tied back as she practiced in the studio after school. She kept repeating the same moves. Not because she needed to. Because dancing helped her clear her mind. ⸻ Rosé walked in with her blonde hair falling over her shoulders. “You’re still practicing?” Lisa smiled. “Just a little longer.” Rosé sat down. “You know you don’t have to be okay every second.” Lisa looked at her. “I know.” A small pause. “I’m happy for them.” Rosé smiled softly. “I know you are.” ⸻ The next day, I.N noticed Lisa was quieter. Not sad. Just different. During practice, he walked over. “Hey, Lisa.” She turned. “Yeah?” “You’ve been working really hard.” Lisa smiled. “Thanks.” “I just wanted to say… I hope you’re taking care of yourself too.” Lisa looked surprised. Then she laughed. “You sound like Chan.” I.N laughed too. “Maybe that’s a good thing.” ⸻ Across the room, Jennie saw them talking. She didn’t get upset. She just smiled. She knew Lisa and I.N were friends. And she trusted them. ⸻ Later, the group practiced together. Lisa danced. Rosé sang. Jennie helped with ideas. I.N played music. Chan organized everything. For a moment, everything felt normal again. ⸻ Lisa realized something. Even if feelings were complicated… their friendship mattered too. And sometimes… the strongest relationships start with simply caring about someone.
At Seoul Arts High School, there were always people everyone talked about. And one of them was Jennie. Jennie was one of the most popular girls in school. She had long black hair, a stylish look, and a confident personality that made people notice her wherever she went. She was talented, smart, and had a natural charm that made people want to be around her. But even though everyone knew her… Not everyone knew the real Jennie. The Jennie who laughed loudly with her friends. The Jennie who cared more than she admitted. ⸻ When Jennie walked into the hallway, students immediately noticed. “Jennie’s here.” “She looks so cool.” “She’s always so confident.” Jennie smiled politely and kept walking. She was used to it. ⸻ Meanwhile, Lisa and Rosé were showing I.N around the school. Lisa’s brown hair moved as she pointed toward different classrooms. “That’s the dance studio.” Rosé, with her blonde hair and soft smile, pointed ahead. “And that’s the music room. You’ll probably spend a lot of time there.” I.N laughed. “Probably.” He was starting to feel comfortable. ⸻ Then Jennie walked over. “Hey.” Lisa smiled. “Jennie!” Rosé waved. “This is I.N.” Jennie looked at him. The new student everyone had been talking about. “I heard you’re good at music.” I.N looked surprised. “You heard?” Jennie smiled. “People talk.” He laughed. “Is that a good thing?” “Usually.” ⸻ Over the next few days, Jennie and I.N started spending more time together. At first, it was small things. Studying together. Talking after class. Sharing music ideas. I.N noticed something about Jennie. She wasn’t just the popular girl everyone saw. She was actually funny. She was kind. And she understood what it felt like to have people watching you all the time. ⸻ One afternoon, I.N was sitting in the music room, struggling with a song. Jennie walked in. “Still working on it?” He looked up. “Yeah. I can’t get the melody right.” Jennie sat beside him. “Play it again.” He did. She smiled. “I like it.” “Really?” “Yeah. It sounds like you.” I.N smiled. “Thanks.” For some reason, hearing that from Jennie meant a lot. ⸻ From outside the room, Lisa and Rosé watched. Lisa whispered, “They’re getting close.” Rosé smiled. “Yeah.” And neither of them noticed… That something new was slowly starting.
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.
Book 2 – Chapter 12: The Girls’ Day For once… No drama. No Felix. No Han chaos. No college competition. ⸻ Just the girls. ⸻ Jennie woke up late. Which was rare. Very rare. ⸻ Lisa immediately noticed. She walked into the room holding snacks. “Are you okay?” Jennie looked up. “Why?” “You slept past your alarm.” Jennie shrugged. “Maybe my alarm was annoying.” Lisa stared. “It was your alarm.” “Exactly.” ⸻ Lisa laughed. “You’re impossible.” Jennie grabbed a pillow and threw it at her. “You’re loud.” ⸻ But Lisa smiled. Because that was Jennie. Cold to the world. But with them? Different. ⸻ A few minutes later, Jisoo and Rosé arrived. ⸻ Jisoo’s long blonde hair with lavender-pink ends was tied back casually. Rosé’s black hair was styled softly, and she carried drinks for everyone. ⸻ Rosé smiled. “Girls’ day.” ⸻ Jennie looked at the drinks. “Finally. Something useful.” ⸻ Lisa gasped. “You mean my company isn’t useful?” Jennie looked at her. “Your company is questionable.” ⸻ Lisa put her hand on her heart. “That hurt.” Jennie looked away. “Good.” ⸻ Jisoo laughed. “You say that, but you saved her a seat.” ⸻ Jennie froze. “I did not.” ⸻ Lisa pointed. “You literally moved your bag so I could sit there.” ⸻ Jennie looked away. “Accident.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. “You’re terrible at pretending you don’t care.” ⸻ Jennie narrowed her eyes. “Careful.” ⸻ Rosé laughed. “There she is.” ⸻ The girls spent the afternoon walking around campus. ⸻ They went shopping. They got snacks. They explored the little stores near the college. ⸻ Lisa held up a jacket. “Jennie, this would look amazing on you.” ⸻ Jennie looked. “No.” “Why?” “Because you picked it.” ⸻ Lisa looked offended. “Wow.” ⸻ Jennie smiled slightly. “But…” She took the jacket. “It is actually good.” ⸻ Lisa gasped. “Was that a compliment?” Jennie immediately looked away. “Don’t get excited.” ⸻ Jisoo laughed. “That was basically a love letter from Jennie.” ⸻ Jennie rolled her eyes. “You’re all dramatic.” ⸻ Later, they sat outside with snacks. ⸻ For a while, nobody talked. It was peaceful. ⸻ Rosé looked at Jennie. “Are you okay?” ⸻ Jennie looked at her. “I’m fine.” ⸻ Jisoo raised an eyebrow. “Real fine or Jennie fine?” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Lisa immediately understood. “Jennie fine.” ⸻ Jennie sighed. “You three are annoying.” ⸻ “But?” ⸻ She looked at them. ⸻ Then quietly said: “But you’re my annoying people.” ⸻ The three girls smiled. ⸻ Because that was Jennie’s version of saying: I love you. ⸻ Lisa leaned closer. “So…” “What?” “Are we allowed to mention Felix?” ⸻ Jennie’s eyes narrowed. “No.” ⸻ Lisa nodded. “Okay.” ⸻ Two seconds later. ⸻ “Anyway—” ⸻ “Lisa.” ⸻ “Okay, okay!” ⸻ Jisoo laughed. “You lasted three seconds.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. “New record.” ⸻ Jennie shook her head. “You all need help.” ⸻ But she was smiling. ⸻ And for the first time in days… Jennie wasn’t the savage queen fighting everyone. She wasn’t the DJ ready to destroy anyone who challenged her. ⸻ She was just Jennie. With her three favorite people. ⸻ And maybe… Just maybe… That was the only place where she didn’t need armor.write in English
I really loved you, so much. Suddenly, Quay felt a prick in his nose, gasped softly, and his voice trembled. The moment he lowered his head and then raised it again, he saw Ashley rushing across the ice rink toward them. He's going to confess his love to Ariel. That's what Quay thought, just like everyone else. And when he saw the bright smile on Ashley's face, a slight pang of bitterness crossed his heart. He tried to prepare himself mentally; soon, Ashley would confess his love to Ariel and ask her to come back to him. And maybe they'd even share a kiss. Well, then, I'll congratulate him. Quay said this to himself and waited. Ashley glided on with incredible speed. But instead of stopping where his friends had gathered, he placed one hand on the barrier and jumped over it. Huh? Ashley's direction was a little odd. Ariel was on the other side, wasn't she? While Quee was still wondering, Ashley suddenly rushed over and was right beside him. Suddenly, Ashley pulled Quee into a tight embrace. What? Huh? What…? Quee’s eyes widened in shock. But before he could process what was happening, Ashley released his arms and gently cupped Quee’s face in his hands. Without giving Quee a moment to think, Ashley pressed his lips to Quee’s. Quee wasn’t the only one frozen in shock; the entire crowd was stunned. Before everyone’s astonished eyes, Ashley deepened the kiss, then slowly pulled away. Ashley’s face was flushed crimson. He looked directly into Quee’s eyes and said, “I love you, Quee. Will you go out with me?” Quee was so stunned he couldn’t move. No one said a word. But for Ashley, it didn’t matter. The only thing he wanted to hear at that moment was Koi's answer. The noise of the stands and the music still echoed around them, but it couldn't affect them in the slightest. I want fan art of this scene from the novel Lick Me Up If You Can.
Chapter 34 – The Morning After The Chaos The next morning… The dorm was silent. Too silent. Which was always suspicious. ⸻ Jennie woke up slowly. Her blonde hair was completely messy, with strands sticking in every direction. She stared at the ceiling for a few seconds. Then… She remembered. ⸻ The celebration. The dancing. Han’s terrible speeches. Jisoo roasting everyone. Felix helping her back. ⸻ She sat up. “Oh no.” ⸻ A knock came at her door. “Jennie?” Felix. She immediately froze. “Why is Felix outside my room?” She opened the door slightly. ⸻ Felix stood there holding a drink and a bag of breakfast. His black hair was messy from sleeping, and he wore a black hoodie, gray sweatpants, and sneakers. “Morning.” Jennie stared. “Why are you being nice?” Felix looked confused. “Because it’s morning?” “Suspicious.” He laughed. “You think everything is suspicious.” “Because people are suspicious.” ⸻ Felix handed her the breakfast. “You didn’t eat much last night.” Jennie blinked. “You remembered that?” “Yeah.” She looked away. “You’re annoying.” “But?” She sighed. “…Thanks.” ⸻ Suddenly… A loud noise came from the living room. “NO ONE MOVE!” Han. Obviously. ⸻ Jennie and Felix walked out. And stopped. ⸻ The living room was a disaster. ⸻ Han sat on the couch wearing sunglasses indoors. His messy brown hair was somehow even messier. “I have made an important decision.” Lisa looked tired. Her ash-blonde hair was tied into a ponytail, and she wore an oversized hoodie. “What now?” “I am never dancing again.” Everyone stared. Then Han stood up. “Actually, I am dancing tonight.” Everyone groaned. ⸻ Rosé laughed. Her lavender hair was tied loosely, and she wore a cozy sweater. “He’s already changed his mind.” ⸻ Jisoo walked in. Her red hair was messy for once, and she wore a comfortable sweatshirt and jeans. “I have one question.” Everyone looked at her. “Why did Han try to teach a chair how to dance?” Silence. ⸻ Han pointed. “The chair had potential.” ⸻ The room exploded. Jennie laughed. Actually laughed. ⸻ Felix looked at her. “What?” She looked confused. “What?” “You laughed.” “So?” “You don’t usually laugh this much.” Jennie shrugged. “Maybe you guys are slightly less annoying than I thought.” ⸻ Everyone gasped. ⸻ Hyunjin entered dramatically. His blond hair was perfectly styled despite everything, and he wore a black sweatshirt and loose pants. “She has grown emotionally.” Han whispered: “Someone write this down.” ⸻ Jennie grabbed a pillow. “Don’t make this weird.” ⸻ Later… Everyone sat around eating breakfast. The conversation somehow returned to last night. ⸻ Han looked at Felix. “So.” Felix immediately knew. “No.” “I haven’t even asked.” “No.” ⸻ Han smiled. “Did you and Jennie have a moment?” Jennie and Felix both froze. ⸻ “No.” “Absolutely not.” They answered at the same time. Everyone laughed. ⸻ Lisa smiled. “You two are so obvious.” Jennie crossed her arms. “We are not.” Felix nodded. “Definitely not.” ⸻ Rosé looked at them. “You literally agreed at the same time.” Silence. ⸻ Han pointed. “Evidence.” ⸻ Jennie looked at Felix. “This is your fault.” “My fault?” “Yes.” “How?” “You exist.” Felix laughed. “That is still not a reason.” “It is a reason for you.” ⸻ Everyone laughed again. ⸻ But underneath all the teasing… Something had changed. Before, Jennie would have hated everyone noticing. Before, Felix would have avoided admitting anything. Now? They just laughed. Because maybe… They didn’t need to explain it. Maybe everyone already knew. ⸻ And the worst part? Han definitely knew. Which meant… They were never going to hear the end of it.
Chapter 15 – The School Festival Disaster The rumor was supposed to disappear. That was the plan. Unfortunately… The school had other plans. ⸻ The next morning, the hallway was covered with posters. ANNUAL SCHOOL FESTIVAL – THIS FRIDAY Everyone was excited. Everyone except Jennie. ⸻ Jennie walked through the hallway with her usual cool attitude. Her long black hair with soft curtain bangs framed her face. She wore a black cropped jacket over a graphic shirt, baggy cargo pants, black-and-white sneakers, and her silver headphones around her neck. She looked at the festival posters. “No.” ⸻ Lisa looked confused. Her long ash-blonde hair with bangs framed her face, and she wore a black bomber jacket, cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. “No what?” “No festival.” Lisa blinked. “It’s one of the biggest events of the year.” “Exactly.” “So?” “So everyone will be annoying.” ⸻ Han walked over. His messy brown hair was sticking up, and he wore an oversized green hoodie, black jeans, and white sneakers. “Correction.” Everyone looked at him. “Everyone will be annoying except me.” Jennie stared. “Especially you.” Han looked offended. “Wow.” ⸻ Rosé laughed. Her long lavender hair fell over her shoulders, and she wore an oversized cardigan, ripped jeans, and white boots. “You know you’ll have fun.” “No.” “You always say no.” “And I’m always right.” ⸻ Jisoo smiled. Her long dark red hair rested neatly over one shoulder. She wore a cream sweater, black pants, and ankle boots. “You’re going to participate.” Jennie looked shocked. “Why does everyone think that?” “Because we know you.” ⸻ Then Felix walked in. His soft black hair was slightly messy, and he wore his black varsity jacket, white T-shirt, black athletic pants, and basketball sneakers. He looked at the poster. “Festival?” Jennie immediately pointed. “No.” Felix smiled. “You didn’t even let me speak.” “I know what you’re going to say.” “What?” “You’re going to say basketball.” Felix paused. “…I was.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ Later that day, the teacher announced the festival assignments. “Every group will prepare an activity.” The class became excited. Then the teacher read: “Jennie and Felix will lead the main stage performance.” Silence. ⸻ Jennie: “No.” Felix: “Wait, what?” ⸻ Han immediately started laughing. “Oh, this is perfect.” Lisa smiled. “The universe is forcing them.” ⸻ Felix looked at Jennie. “So…” “No.” “You don’t even know what I was going to say.” “I know.” “You’re impossible.” “And you’re too confident.” ⸻ The problem was… They were actually a great team. Felix handled the crowd. Jennie handled the music. Together… They made the entire performance idea better than anyone expected. ⸻ After school, they stayed behind to practice. The gym was empty. Jennie connected her DJ equipment. Felix practiced his part. For once… They weren’t fighting. ⸻ Felix looked over. “You know…” “What?” “You’re really good at this.” Jennie looked suspicious. “Are you complimenting me?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because it’s true.” She looked away. “That’s weird.” “You don’t like compliments?” “I don’t know what to do with them.” Felix laughed. “That explains a lot.” ⸻ Jennie smiled. Then immediately pointed at him. “Don’t get comfortable.” “There she is.” ⸻ From outside the gym door… Han, Lisa, Rosé, Jisoo, and Hyunjin were watching. Han whispered: “They’re literally acting like a couple.” Lisa smiled. “But they’ll deny it.” Hyunjin placed a hand over his heart. “The slow burn continues.” Jisoo sighed. “It’s a school festival, not a drama.” ⸻ Inside… Jennie and Felix continued practicing. Still teasing. Still competing. Still pretending they didn’t care. But everyone else knew… The festival wasn’t going to be the only thing happening that week.
Book 2 – Chapter 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 23: The Worst Timing Ever The morning after… Everything was normal. ⸻ Well… Almost normal. ⸻ Jennie walked into the dorm kitchen wearing her usual black oversized hoodie, cargo pants, and boots. Her short dark bob was perfectly styled, giving her the same intimidating DJ queen energy. ⸻ Lisa was already there. Her Oreo-inspired haircut — mostly black with white strands — was tied back slightly. She wore a comfortable hoodie and leggings while making breakfast. ⸻ Lisa looked at Jennie. “You’re smiling.” ⸻ Jennie immediately stopped. “No, I’m not.” ⸻ “You were.” ⸻ “I was thinking.” ⸻ “About Felix?” ⸻ Jennie froze. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Lisa smiled. “That pause was a whole confession.” ⸻ Jennie grabbed a drink. “You talk too much.” ⸻ “That’s your way of saying yes.” ⸻ “That’s my way of saying you’re annoying.” ⸻ “Same thing.” ⸻ Jennie rolled her eyes. ⸻ Then… The door opened. ⸻ Jisoo walked in wearing a soft sweater and jeans. Her long blonde hair with lavender-pink tips was styled beautifully. Rosé followed behind her wearing a denim jacket and comfortable pants. Her short blonde Apatapate-inspired hair was slightly messy in a cute way. ⸻ Rosé looked between Lisa and Jennie. “What did we miss?” ⸻ Lisa pointed at Jennie. “She smiled.” ⸻ Everyone gasped dramatically. ⸻ Jennie stared. “Are you all done?” ⸻ “No,” Jisoo said immediately. ⸻ Jennie sighed. ⸻ “Traitors.” ⸻ Later – Practice Room ⸻ Everyone gathered for rehearsal. ⸻ Felix arrived. His blonde hair was slightly styled, and he wore a black hoodie, jeans, and sneakers. ⸻ Jennie looked at him. Just for a second. ⸻ A tiny smile. ⸻ Han saw it. Immediately. ⸻ “Oh.” ⸻ Everyone looked. ⸻ Han pointed. “Something is happening.” ⸻ Jennie turned. “Finish that sentence and regret it.” ⸻ Han stopped. ⸻ “Never mind.” ⸻ Hyunjin laughed. His red-tipped hair stood out as he adjusted his jacket. ⸻ “Han finally learned survival instincts.” ⸻ Han looked at him. “Don’t act like you’re safe.” ⸻ Felix tried not to smile. ⸻ Jennie noticed. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “Nothing.” ⸻ “Your face is suspicious.” ⸻ “My face?” ⸻ “Yes.” ⸻ “How can my face be suspicious?” ⸻ “You’re Felix.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ The Weird Part ⸻ During practice… The music suddenly stopped. ⸻ Everyone looked at Jennie. ⸻ “What happened?” ⸻ Jennie checked the equipment. ⸻ “The cable is missing.” ⸻ Han raised his hand. “I might know why.” ⸻ Everyone looked at him. ⸻ “…Why?” ⸻ “I may have borrowed it.” ⸻ Jennie’s eyes narrowed. ⸻ “Why?” ⸻ “I thought it was a charger.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Hyunjin covered his face. ⸻ Jisoo blinked. ⸻ Rosé laughed. ⸻ Felix looked at Han. “How?” ⸻ Han shrugged. “It looked like one.” ⸻ Jennie slowly walked toward him. ⸻ “Han.” ⸻ “Yes?” ⸻ “Congratulations.” ⸻ “On what?” ⸻ “You are officially the reason instructions exist.” ⸻ Everyone burst out laughing. ⸻ The Even Worse Timing ⸻ After practice… Jennie and Felix were alone putting equipment away. ⸻ Felix smiled. “You know…” ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “I like this version of you.” ⸻ Jennie looked at him. “What version?” ⸻ “The one that doesn’t pretend she doesn’t care.” ⸻ She stared. ⸻ Then immediately recovered. ⸻ “Don’t get emotional.” ⸻ “I’m just saying.” ⸻ “You’re always just saying.” ⸻ He laughed. ⸻ Then suddenly… The door opened. ⸻ Lisa. Jisoo. Rosé. Han. Hyunjin. ⸻ All standing there. ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Everyone looked at Jennie and Felix. ⸻ Felix froze. ⸻ Jennie froze. ⸻ Han slowly smiled. ⸻ “Oh.” ⸻ Jennie immediately pointed. “No.” ⸻ “I didn’t even say anything.” ⸻ “You were about to.” ⸻ Han closed his mouth. ⸻ Lisa looked between them. ⸻ “So…” ⸻ Jennie stared. ⸻ “So what?” ⸻ Lisa smiled. ⸻ “Nothing.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “Absolutely nothing.” ⸻ Jennie narrowed her eyes. ⸻ “Everyone leave.” ⸻ They laughed. ⸻ Because everyone knew. ⸻ The savage DJ queen was still savage. ⸻ Still terrifying. ⸻ Still impossible. ⸻ But something was definitely different. ⸻ And the funniest part? ⸻ Jennie was the last person who wanted anyone to notice.write in English
Chapter 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 17 – The Festival Countdown The school festival was only three days away. And somehow… Everything was becoming more chaotic. ⸻ The biggest problem? Everyone had discovered Jennie’s new blonde hair. And they were not letting it go. ⸻ Jennie walked through the school hallway. Her blonde hair fell in soft waves around her face, looking completely different from her old black hair. She wore a black leather jacket over a graphic shirt, baggy cargo pants, black boots, and her silver headphones around her neck. She was still Jennie. Still confident. Still impossible to embarrass. At least… That was what she thought. ⸻ “BLONDE JENNIE!” Han shouted from across the hallway. Everyone turned. Jennie stopped walking. Slowly… She looked at him. “Do you want to survive today?” Han froze. His messy brown hair stuck up, and he wore his oversized green hoodie, black jeans, and white sneakers. “I was just appreciating the new look.” “You were yelling.” “Appreciating loudly.” ⸻ Lisa laughed. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs framed her face, and she wore her black bomber jacket, cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. “I think Han likes the new hair more than you do.” Han nodded. “It’s iconic.” Jennie rolled her eyes. “You all are dramatic.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. Her lavender hair fell over her oversized cardigan. She wore ripped jeans and white boots. “You’re secretly happy everyone likes it.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” “Your face says yes.” Jennie immediately covered her expression. Everyone laughed. ⸻ Then Felix walked in. His soft black hair was slightly messy, and he wore his black varsity jacket, white T-shirt, athletic pants, and basketball sneakers. He stopped when he saw Jennie. Not because he hadn’t seen the blonde hair before. But because every time he saw it… It surprised him. ⸻ Jennie noticed. “What?” Felix blinked. “Nothing.” “You stared.” “I did not.” “You did.” Han whispered: “He definitely did.” ⸻ Felix ignored him. “It just looks different.” Jennie crossed her arms. “Is that good or bad?” Felix thought. “Good.” A small smile appeared. “Really good.” ⸻ The hallway immediately exploded. Lisa covered her mouth. Rosé laughed. Han looked shocked. “He said it again.” ⸻ Jennie looked at Felix. “You know…” “What?” “You’re getting suspiciously nice.” Felix smiled. “Maybe you’re getting used to it.” She opened her mouth. Then closed it. Because she had no comeback. ⸻ Later that day… The festival team met in the gym. The stage lights were being tested. The music equipment was being set up. And Jennie and Felix were in charge. ⸻ Felix practiced his basketball performance. Jennie worked on the music. The two of them somehow worked perfectly together. Which annoyed them both. ⸻ Felix looked over. “You’re good at this.” Jennie glanced up. “At what?” “Making everything come together.” She shrugged. “It’s what I do.” “No.” He shook his head. “It’s more than that.” Jennie paused. Because Felix wasn’t joking. ⸻ Before she could respond… The speakers suddenly blasted music. Everyone jumped. Han covered his ears. “JENNIE!” “What?” “You almost destroyed my hearing.” “You’re welcome.” ⸻ Felix laughed. And Jennie smiled. ⸻ From across the gym… Lisa watched them. “They’re getting worse.” Rosé nodded. “Definitely.” Jisoo smiled. “But in a good way.” Hyunjin placed a hand over his heart. “The festival will reveal everything.” Han sighed. “It’s literally just a school event.” ⸻ But none of them knew… The festival wasn’t just going to be about music. Or basketball. Or performances. Because something was about to happen… That would change the way everyone saw Jennie and Felix.
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 2: A New Jennie Summer was almost over. College was almost here. And for the first time in a long time… Jennie wanted a change. Not because she wanted to become someone else. But because she wanted to start a new chapter as herself. ⸻ She stood in front of her mirror. Her blonde hair from the past year was still there. The same hair everyone knew. The same hair from the DJ competition. The same hair Felix always complimented. ⸻ Jennie stared at her reflection. “College is a fresh start.” She touched her hair. “Maybe it’s time for something different.” ⸻ She picked up her phone. The first person she called was Lisa. ⸻ Lisa answered immediately. “What’s happening?” Jennie paused. “I’m changing my hair.” Silence. Then— “WAIT.” “LIKE ACTUALLY CHANGING IT?” “Yes.” “I’M COMING OVER.” ⸻ An hour later… Lisa arrived at Jennie’s house. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was styled perfectly, and she wore a black jacket, cargo pants, and sneakers. She walked into Jennie’s room and looked around. “So…” She pointed at Jennie. “You are seriously doing this?” Jennie nodded. “Yes.” Lisa smiled. “I knew this day would come.” ⸻ First decision: The color. ⸻ Jennie sat in the salon chair. The stylist looked at her blonde hair. “Are you sure you want to go back?” Jennie nodded. “Yeah.” ⸻ The blonde slowly disappeared. Back to her original dark hair color. The color that felt familiar. The color that felt like home. ⸻ When she looked in the mirror… She smiled. She looked like the old Jennie. But different. Older. More confident. ⸻ Lisa smiled. “I forgot how much this suits you.” Jennie touched her hair. “I missed it.” ⸻ Then came the second decision. The haircut. ⸻ Jennie looked at the stylist. “Cut it.” Lisa looked shocked. “How short?” Jennie thought. Then smiled. “Short.” ⸻ The scissors started moving. ⸻ Piece by piece… Her long hair changed. Until finally… She had a sleek bob haircut. It framed her face perfectly. It was stylish. Cool. A little bold. Exactly like her personality. ⸻ Lisa stared. “No way.” “What?” “You look like someone who would walk into college and immediately become the most intimidating person there.” Jennie smirked. “So basically me.” Lisa laughed. “Exactly.” ⸻ Jennie looked in the mirror again. For the first time in weeks… She felt excited. ⸻ Next mission: Shopping. ⸻ Lisa refused to let Jennie keep the exact same wardrobe. “No.” Jennie held up a black jacket. “What?” “You have seventeen versions of that.” “They are different.” “They are all black.” “They have different vibes.” Lisa sighed. “You are impossible.” ⸻ They spent the entire day shopping. Jennie picked out: * stylish jackets * new tops * different jeans * sneakers and boots * accessories * outfits that felt more mature ⸻ Lisa held up a colorful outfit. “Try it.” Jennie looked suspicious. “Why?” “Because college Jennie needs to surprise people.” ⸻ After trying new styles… Jennie actually liked them. They were still cool. Still her. Just a new version. ⸻ By the end of the day… Her room looked completely different. Clothes everywhere. Shopping bags on the floor. Suitcases open. ⸻ Jennie packed everything carefully. Her new clothes. Her DJ equipment. Her headphones. Her graduation photo. Her trophy. ⸻ Then she found one picture. The whole group. Lisa. Rosé. Jisoo. Han. Hyunjin. Felix. ⸻ She smiled. Then quickly put it into her suitcase. ⸻ “New college.” “New style.” “New chapter.” ⸻ Lisa leaned against the doorway. “You know…” “What?” “You’re not becoming a different person.” Jennie looked at her. “You’re just letting people see another side of you.” ⸻ Jennie smiled. “That’s actually a good line.” Lisa gasped. “Did Jennie just compliment me?” “Don’t get used to it.” “There she is.” ⸻ That night… Jennie closed her suitcase. Her new haircut. Her new style. Her new beginning. ⸻ She looked at herself one last time. The old Jennie wasn’t gone. The DJ. The roast queen. The girl who never backed down. She was still there. Just with a new look. ⸻ College was waiting. And Jennie was ready. But she didn’t know… Her new chapter was about to bring back the one person she thought was already gone.
Chapter 27 – The Movie Night Trap By Sunday evening… Everyone in the dorm had exactly one goal. Tease Jennie and Felix. Forever. ⸻ Han was the mastermind. “I have an amazing idea.” Jennie immediately looked up from her laptop. “No.” “I didn’t even say it.” “I don’t need to hear it.” ⸻ Han grinned. “We’re having movie night!” Lisa clapped. “I love movie nights!” Rosé smiled. “I’m in.” Jisoo nodded. “Me too.” Hyunjin dramatically placed a hand on his chest. “I shall provide emotional commentary.” Felix laughed. “This should be interesting.” Jennie sighed. “I already regret this.” ⸻ An hour later… The living room was covered with blankets, popcorn, chips, candy, and soda. Lisa sat on the floor. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was tied into a loose ponytail. She wore an oversized pink hoodie and gray sweatpants. Rosé curled up beside her. Her lavender hair was braided over one shoulder, and she wore a cream sweater with ripped jeans. Jisoo wore a navy hoodie and black joggers, her red hair tucked behind one ear. Han wore his green hoodie and black sweatpants, already eating half the popcorn before the movie even started. Hyunjin arrived with his blond hair perfectly styled—even for movie night—and wore a loose black sweatshirt and wide-leg pants. Felix wore a black hoodie and gray sweatpants. Jennie wore an oversized black sweatshirt, matching sweatpants, and fuzzy socks. Her blonde hair was tied into a messy bun. ⸻ Han looked around. “Perfect.” Jennie narrowed her eyes. “Why are you smiling like that?” “No reason.” “Han.” “No reason.” ⸻ Everyone picked a seat. Jennie sat on one end of the couch. Felix sat on the other. Han looked disappointed. “Oh.” “What?” “You two are too far apart.” Jennie sighed. “That’s the point.” ⸻ Han suddenly stood up. “I forgot the drinks!” “I’ll help,” Lisa said. “So will I,” Rosé added. “Me too,” Jisoo smiled. “I suddenly remembered something in my room,” Hyunjin announced dramatically. Everyone left. Except… Jennie and Felix. ⸻ Jennie blinked. “…We just got tricked.” Felix looked toward the kitchen. “They planned this.” “They absolutely planned this.” ⸻ The movie started anyway. For a few minutes… Neither of them spoke. Until… A loud thunderstorm appeared in the movie. Jennie jumped. Just a tiny bit. Felix noticed. “You got scared.” “I did not.” “You literally jumped.” “I was… surprised.” He laughed. “You hate horror movies.” “I hate loud noises.” “Sure.” ⸻ Jennie grabbed a handful of popcorn. Felix reached for the bowl at the exact same time. Their hands bumped. Jennie looked at him. “You stole my popcorn.” “Our popcorn.” “My popcorn.” Felix smiled. “I’ll buy you another bag.” “You’d better.” ⸻ Just then… The movie reached a really emotional scene. Han slowly peeked around the corner. Lisa peeked over his shoulder. Rosé, Jisoo, and Hyunjin were stacked behind them like dominoes. Lisa whispered, “Are they holding hands?” Han squinted. “No…” “They’re fighting over popcorn.” Rosé laughed quietly. “That sounds more like them.” ⸻ Suddenly… Jennie noticed five heads sticking out from the hallway. She slowly turned. “…Seriously?” Everyone froze. Han smiled awkwardly. “We can explain.” Jennie stood up. “Oh, I’d love to hear this.” Hyunjin stepped forward. “This was an observational experiment.” Lisa nodded. “Very scientific.” Felix laughed so hard he almost dropped the popcorn. Jennie pointed at all of them. “You trapped us.” Han shrugged. “Did it work?” Felix looked at Jennie. “I mean…” “We watched half the movie without arguing.” Jennie blinked. “…Wait.” Everyone gasped dramatically. Han threw his hands into the air. “THEY ADMITTED IT!” “I admitted nothing!” Jennie protested. “You admitted peace!” “That’s not a thing!” “It is now,” Han declared. The entire room burst into laughter. Jennie looked at Felix. “You know…” “What?” “I think our friends are completely insane.” Felix smiled. “Definitely.” A small smile spread across Jennie’s face. “…Good.” Felix nodded. “Yeah.” “…Good.” And for the rest of the night… The movie barely mattered. Because the real entertainment… Was everyone trying—and failing—to stop teasing Jennie and Felix.
Chapter 1 – The Worst First Impression The first bell hadn’t even rung, but the school was already buzzing with students. Everyone had heard of the school’s two biggest stars. Not because they were friends. Because they couldn’t stand each other. ⸻ Jennie Jennie walked through the hallway with effortless confidence. Her long, silky black hair, styled with soft curtain bangs like her iconic “Ice Cream” and “How You Like That” looks, flowed neatly over her shoulders. Her expression was calm and unreadable, making her seem intimidating without even trying. She wore an oversized charcoal-gray hoodie over loose black cargo jeans with silver chains hanging from the pockets. Black-and-white high-top sneakers completed her outfit, while large silver headphones rested around her neck. A small silver ring decorated one finger, and her black backpack was covered with tiny music pins. Everyone knew Jennie. She was the school’s legendary DJ. She made incredible remixes for pep rallies, dances, and school events. She was also famous for roasting people with perfectly timed one-liners. Most students were too scared to argue with her. ⸻ Felix Outside the gym, Felix dribbled a basketball across the court. His soft black hair was slightly messy after early morning practice, falling naturally over his forehead. He had warm brown eyes and an easy smile that made almost everyone like him instantly. He wore a white athletic T-shirt underneath a black-and-red varsity jacket, relaxed black athletic pants, white crew socks, and spotless white basketball sneakers. He was captain of the basketball team and one of the most popular students in school. Girls constantly tried to talk to him. He still didn’t understand why. ⸻ Jisoo Walking toward class with a stack of neatly organized books was Jisoo. Her long dark red hair shimmered under the hallway lights, perfectly brushed and tucked behind one ear. She carried herself with quiet confidence and always looked elegant. She wore a cream-colored knit sweater, a black pleated skirt over black tights, and polished ankle boots. Small pearl earrings and a delicate silver necklace completed her look. She was kind, responsible, and somehow always ended up cleaning up everyone else’s chaos. ⸻ Rosé Music drifted from the auditorium where Rosé was helping set up sound equipment. Her long lavender hair was loose with gentle waves flowing down her back. She had a relaxed smile that instantly made people feel comfortable. She wore an oversized lavender cardigan over a simple white T-shirt, ripped light-blue jeans, and chunky white boots. Around one wrist were colorful friendship bracelets she had made herself. She loved music almost as much as Jennie did. ⸻ Lisa Standing beside Rosé was Lisa. Her long ash-blonde hair with straight bangs framed her bright smile perfectly. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, usually because she was about to cause some harmless trouble. She wore an oversized black bomber jacket, a bright graphic T-shirt, loose cargo pants, and colorful sneakers covered with tiny paint splatter designs. Lisa loved dancing, laughing, and making every situation ten times more chaotic. ⸻ Han Han hurried through the hallway carrying way too many notebooks. His soft brown hair looked like he had forgotten to brush it after waking up, giving him a permanently messy look. He wore a green hoodie under a denim jacket, dark jeans, and comfortable sneakers. He talked nonstop, laughed at nearly everything, and somehow always knew the latest school gossip before anyone else. ⸻ Hyunjin Leaning against a classroom doorway was Hyunjin. His long blond hair was perfectly styled, making him look like he had stepped straight out of a fashion magazine. He wore an oversized cream sweater, black wide-leg trousers, layered silver necklaces, and clean designer sneakers. He was artistic, dramatic, and believed every ordinary moment deserved movie-level slow motion. ⸻ The first bell echoed through the school. Jennie adjusted the headphones around her neck. Felix bounced his basketball one last time. Neither of them knew it yet… But before the day was over, they would already be arguing.
Chapter 6 – Wait… You Live Here?! The School Festival had finally ended. Students slowly left campus, laughing and carrying prizes, snacks, and souvenirs. Jennie adjusted her silver headphones around her neck as she walked toward the student dorms. Her long black hair with soft curtain bangs rested neatly over her oversized black hoodie. She wore baggy black cargo pants with silver chains, black-and-white high-top sneakers, and carried her backpack over one shoulder. “Finally…” “Peace and quiet.” ⸻ Across campus, Felix headed toward the same building. His soft black hair was slightly messy after spending the entire day running the basketball booth. He wore his black-and-red varsity jacket over a white T-shirt, black athletic pants, and white basketball sneakers. A duffel bag hung over his shoulder while he lazily spun a basketball in one hand. “My bed…” “I’ve missed you.” ⸻ Walking behind him was Han. His soft brown hair stuck up in every direction after running around the festival all day. He wore his oversized dark green hoodie under a denim jacket, relaxed black jeans, and worn white sneakers. He was carrying three bags of leftover festival snacks. “I stole—” Jisoo looked at him. “You what?” Han corrected himself. “I legally rescued these snacks.” ⸻ Rosé and Lisa walked together. Rosé’s long lavender hair flowed over her oversized lavender cardigan. She wore ripped blue jeans and chunky white boots while carrying a small speaker. Lisa’s long ash-blonde hair with bangs bounced as she skipped beside her. She wore her black bomber jacket, a graphic T-shirt, baggy cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. Lisa grinned. “I can’t believe Jennie actually smiled today.” Rosé smiled. “It lasted about half a second.” ⸻ Jisoo followed behind them. Her long dark red hair rested neatly over one shoulder. She wore a cream knit sweater, a black pleated skirt, black tights, and ankle boots. “I saw it too.” Lisa gasped dramatically. “We witnessed history.” ⸻ Hyunjin walked with his suitcase. His long blond hair looked perfect even after a full day at the festival. He wore an oversized cream sweater, black wide-leg trousers, layered silver necklaces, and clean sneakers. He looked up at the dorm building. “Home…” “…but make it fashionable.” Han sighed. “How do you make a building fashionable?” Hyunjin smiled. “You simply exist near it.” ⸻ The seven students walked toward the entrance. Jennie reached the front door first. She unlocked it. Stepped inside. Kicked off her shoes. “…Finally.” She walked into the living room— —and froze. There… Standing in the kitchen… Was Felix. He froze too. “…” “…” “…Why are you in my dorm?” Jennie asked. Felix frowned. “Your dorm?” “This is my dorm.” Jennie crossed her arms. “No.” “It literally is.” Felix pointed at the couch. “My bag is here.” Jennie pointed at the hallway. “My room is here.” Before either of them could say another word… Han walked in carrying his mountain of snacks. He looked at both of them. “Oh.” He slowly backed toward the door. “I’m coming back later.” “No, you’re not!” Jennie and Felix shouted. Han grinned. “Okay… this is funny.” ⸻ Rosé, Lisa, Jisoo, and Hyunjin walked in a few seconds later. Lisa looked around. “…Wait.” She looked at Jennie. “You didn’t know?” Jennie blinked. “Know what?” Rosé tilted her head. “The principal combined the dorms yesterday.” Jennie slowly turned toward Felix. Felix slowly turned toward Jennie. Jisoo quietly nodded. “You’re roommates now.” Silence. Complete… Absolute… Silence. Then— “WHAT?!” Jennie and Felix yelled so loudly that everyone in the hallway stopped walking. Han nearly dropped all his snacks laughing. “I KNEW THEY DIDN’T KNOW!” ⸻ Jennie pointed at Felix. “I am not sharing a dorm with Basketball.” Felix pointed back. “And I’m not sharing one with DJ Disaster.” Jennie gasped. “DJ Disaster?” Felix shrugged. “It sounded cool.” Jennie smiled. “Basketball Boy.” Felix. “Headphone Queen.” Jennie. “Free Throw Failure.” Felix. “Playlist Goblin.” Jennie. “Varsity Jacket Advertisement.” Felix. “Walking Volume Warning.” Han clapped. “THEY’RE FREESTYLING!” Lisa quickly pulled out her phone. “I’m writing these down.” Rosé laughed so hard she had to sit on the couch. Even Jisoo covered her mouth to hide a smile. Hyunjin nodded dramatically. “This…” “…is the greatest plot twist of the year.” ⸻ Just then, the dorm supervisor walked in. “Good evening, everyone.” He smiled. “I hope you’re all settling in.” Jennie immediately raised her hand. “I have a complaint.” Felix raised his hand too. “So do I.” The supervisor looked at them. “Too bad.” He handed them a paper. Dorm Assignment Room 204 Occupants: Jennie & Felix Jennie stared at the paper. Felix stared at the paper. Han leaned over. “So…” He grinned. “You two are officially roommates.” Jennie and Felix looked at each other. Then looked away at exactly the same time. “This is going to be the worst year ever.” They both said it together. Lisa burst into laughter. “Oh…” “This is going to be the best year ever.”
Chapter 11 – The Night Felix Saw The Real Jennie It was finally night. The city lights were glowing, the streets were busy, and for once… Jennie wasn’t in the dorm arguing with Felix. She was with Mina. ⸻ Jennie walked into the lounge and found Mina waiting. Her long black hair with soft curtain bangs framed her face. She wore a black jacket over a fitted top, baggy cargo pants, and her favorite sneakers. Her silver headphones rested around her neck. Mina smiled. “You actually came.” Jennie sat down. “Don’t sound so surprised.” “I am surprised.” “Rude.” “Accurate.” Jennie rolled her eyes. ⸻ The night started normally. They talked. They laughed. They caught up. Mina ordered two giant colorful mocktails. Jennie stared at hers. “Why is it so big?” Mina shrugged. “You need something fun.” “I have fun.” Mina looked at her. “You argued with Felix for twenty minutes yesterday about a pillow.” Jennie paused. “That pillow was important.” Mina laughed. ⸻ As the night went on… Jennie became less and less like the Jennie everyone knew. The serious DJ. The queen of roasting. The girl who always had the perfect comeback. Gone. ⸻ Mina stared as Jennie laughed at the menu. “Why are you laughing?” Jennie pointed. “Look.” “It’s a menu.” “No.” She held it closer. “The salad has a personality.” Mina blinked. “…What?” “It looks judgmental.” Mina covered her face. “Oh no.” ⸻ Five minutes later… Jennie was trying to convince Mina that a tiny decoration on the table was “the world’s smallest DJ.” Mina looked at it. “It’s a candle.” Jennie nodded seriously. “Exactly.” “How is that a DJ?” “It has a stand.” Mina burst out laughing. ⸻ Then suddenly… Jennie got quiet. Mina noticed. The goofy smile disappeared. “You okay?” Jennie looked down. “Yeah.” But Mina knew her too well. “Jennie.” A pause. “I just…” Jennie looked at her drink. “Everyone thinks I’m cold.” Mina softened. “Because you pretend you are.” Jennie didn’t answer. ⸻ Mina sighed. “Okay.” She pulled out her phone. “I’m calling someone.” Jennie immediately looked up. “No.” Mina smiled. “Yes.” “No Felix.” Mina raised an eyebrow. “You said Felix before I did.” Jennie froze. “That doesn’t count.” “It definitely counts.” ⸻ Mina searched her contacts. Felix. Call. ⸻ Back at the dorm… Felix was sitting on the couch. His soft black hair was messy, and he wore a black hoodie, gray sweatpants, and white sneakers. Han was beside him eating snacks. His soft brown hair was sticking up, and he wore an oversized hoodie with black jeans. Felix’s phone rang. He looked down. “Mina?” He answered. “Hey.” Mina immediately said: “Felix, emergency.” Felix sat up. “What happened?” “Your roommate has been replaced.” Felix blinked. “What?” “The Jennie I know has disappeared.” Han leaned closer. “What is happening?” Mina continued. “She laughed at a menu.” Felix paused. “…A menu?” “Yes.” A pause. “She also complimented a candle.” Han covered his mouth. “That sounds impossible.” “It happened.” ⸻ Twenty minutes later… Felix arrived. He found Jennie sitting with Mina. The second she saw him… Her eyes widened. “Felix!” He stopped. “Hi?” “You came.” Mina smiled. “I told you he would.” Jennie looked at Felix. “You actually came.” Felix nodded. “Of course.” She stared at him. “Why?” Felix looked confused. “Because you’re my roommate.” Jennie looked away. “That is a very boring answer.” Felix smiled. “You wanted a different one?” She immediately shook her head. “No.” A pause. “…Maybe.” ⸻ On the way back… Jennie was completely different. She walked slowly beside Felix. Then suddenly stopped. “Felix.” “Yeah?” “You know your hair is nice?” Felix froze. “What?” “Don’t make it weird.” “I’m not.” “You look surprised.” “Because you never compliment me.” Jennie nodded. “True.” “Then why now?” She thought. “Because I’m honest today.” Felix smiled. “Interesting.” ⸻ A few steps later… Jennie looked at the ground. Her smile faded. “Do you actually think I’m mean?” Felix stopped walking. “What?” “Everyone thinks I’m cold.” Her voice became quieter. “I joke because it’s easier.” Felix looked at her. For once… He didn’t tease her. “You know…” “What?” “I don’t think you’re cold.” Jennie looked up. “You don’t?” “No.” “Then what do you think?” Felix smiled slightly. “I think you’re someone who cares too much and doesn’t want people to know.” ⸻ Jennie went quiet. Then her eyes watered. “I hate that you’re right.” Felix looked surprised. “Jennie…” She wiped her face quickly. “I’m not crying.” “I didn’t say you were.” “Good.” A pause. “…Because I’m definitely not.” Felix smiled. “Right.” ⸻ When they reached the dorm… Everyone was waiting. Lisa immediately looked shocked. “Wait.” “Is Jennie emotional?” Rosé smiled softly. “She’s just having a moment.” Jisoo nodded. “Let her.” Hyunjin dramatically whispered: “The walls have fallen.” Han nodded. “The roast queen has been defeated.” Jennie looked up. “I heard that.” Han immediately stood straight. “She’s back.” Everyone laughed. ⸻ Before going into her room, Jennie stopped. She looked at Felix. “Thanks.” Felix smiled. “Anytime.” Jennie nodded. Then quietly added: “But don’t tell anyone I was nice.” Felix grinned. “Your secret is safe.” And for the first time… Jennie wasn’t annoyed that Felix saw the real her. She was glad he did.
Chapter 3 – Detention… Together? The next morning, the school was already loud. Everyone was talking about the same thing. Jennie and Felix. The school’s coolest DJ and its basketball star had officially become the school’s funniest rivalry. ⸻ Jennie walked through the hallway with her long black hair falling smoothly over her shoulders, styled with soft curtain bangs like her famous “Ice Cream” and “How You Like That” looks. She wore an oversized charcoal hoodie, loose black cargo pants with silver chains, and black-and-white high-top sneakers. Her silver headphones rested around her neck, ready for whenever inspiration hit. She was the school’s legendary DJ. And also the person most likely to destroy someone’s confidence with one sentence. ⸻ Felix entered from the gym hallway, carrying his basketball. His soft black hair was slightly messy from practice, falling naturally over his forehead. He wore a black-and-red varsity jacket over a white T-shirt, relaxed black athletic pants, and clean white basketball sneakers. He was the captain of the basketball team. Popular. Talented. And still confused why Jennie didn’t think he was impressive. ⸻ Walking beside Felix was Han. Han’s soft brown hair was slightly messy, with a few strands sticking up like he had rushed out of bed. His expressive eyes always gave away when he was about to make a joke. He wore an oversized dark green hoodie layered under a denim jacket, relaxed black jeans, and comfortable white sneakers. His backpack hung from one shoulder, usually filled with random snacks, notebooks, and things nobody understood why he carried. Han was the school’s unofficial comedian. He loved drama. Especially when the drama involved Jennie and Felix arguing. ⸻ Near the music room, Rosé adjusted her headphones. Her long lavender hair fell in soft waves down her back. She wore an oversized lavender cardigan over a white T-shirt, ripped light-blue jeans, and chunky white boots. Her style was relaxed but artistic, matching her love for music. She smiled when she saw Jennie. “This is going to be interesting.” ⸻ Lisa appeared beside her with a mischievous grin. Her long ash-blonde hair with bangs framed her face perfectly. She wore an oversized black bomber jacket, a graphic T-shirt, baggy cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. Lisa loved chaos. And Jennie and Felix provided plenty. “I give them five minutes before they fight.” Rosé looked at her. “Five?” Lisa nodded. “Okay. Three.” ⸻ Jisoo walked toward class carrying her books. Her long dark red hair was neatly styled, shining under the hallway lights. She wore a cream knit sweater, black pleated skirt with black tights, and polished ankle boots. A small necklace and simple earrings completed her elegant look. She sighed. “I already know today will be exhausting.” ⸻ Leaning against a locker was Hyunjin. His long blond hair was perfectly styled, making him look like he belonged in a fashion magazine. He wore an oversized cream sweater, black wide-leg trousers, layered silver necklaces, and clean designer sneakers. He watched the hallway dramatically. “The energy today…” Everyone stared at him. “What?” Hyunjin shrugged. “It feels like the beginning of a legendary rivalry.” Han nodded. “He’s not wrong.” ⸻ Then the bell rang. History class. Everyone sat down. Mr. Kim walked in carrying a stack of papers. “Today, you will begin your group projects.” The entire class groaned. “Partners have already been chosen.” Jennie immediately looked suspicious. Felix looked nervous. Mr. Kim smiled. “Jennie and Felix.” Silence. “No.” They both said it at the same time. The class exploded. Han slammed his notebook down. “THEY AGREED ON SOMETHING!” Lisa clapped. “Historic moment.” ⸻ After class, Felix walked over. “So we have to work together.” Jennie looked up. “Unfortunately.” “You make it sound painful.” “It is.” Felix crossed his arms. “You’re impossible.” Jennie smiled. “And you’re predictable.” “How?” “Basketball. Practice. Basketball. More basketball.” Felix pointed at her. “You literally carry headphones everywhere.” “Because I make music.” “And I play basketball.” “Exactly.” Felix frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means I create something people remember.” Han gasped. “OH.” Rosé covered her mouth trying not to laugh. Felix shook his head. “You’re lucky you’re funny.” Jennie smiled. “I know.” ⸻ After school, they met in the library. Felix opened the project instructions. “We should actually work.” Jennie nodded. “Finally. A smart idea.” Felix smiled. “Was that a compliment?” “No.” “I knew it.” ⸻ Ten minutes later… Felix dropped his pencil. Jennie looked at him. “Already struggling?” “I dropped a pencil.” “Exactly.” Han whispered from another table, “She turned dropping a pencil into an insult.” Lisa nodded. “That’s talent.” ⸻ Then Felix accidentally knocked over his water bottle. It rolled into Jennie’s backpack. She opened it. Everyone waited. She pulled out… A rubber chicken. Felix stared. “Why?” Jennie looked serious. “Emergency purposes.” “What emergency requires a rubber chicken?” “Any emergency.” Han laughed so hard he almost fell out of his chair. Jisoo shook her head. “I don’t even want to know.” Hyunjin smiled. “Perfect. The rivalry has a mascot.” Felix laughed. And Jennie tried not to. But for a second… She smiled. Only a second. Nobody noticed. Except Felix.
The healing stones had stopped making sense three days ago. Mira noticed it the way one notices a familiar heartbeat becoming irregular—not at first, but with a creeping certainty that something in the rhythm has fundamentally shifted. She stood in the monastery infirmary at dusk, her hands suspended over a stone no larger than a fist, and waited for the resonance she'd come to depend on like breath. Nothing. Or rather: something. But wrong. "You're doing it again," Thea said from the doorway, not unkindly. Her friend held two cups of evening tea, steam rising in thin spirals that dissipated into nothing. "The thinking-so-hard-your-face-goes-blank thing." Mira didn't look up. "The stones are different." "Different how?" How indeed. Mira had spent eight years learning the language these ancient stones spoke-a subtle vibration that aligned with her own gift, amplifying it, creating channels through which her intuition could flow like water finding its course. When she placed a remedy against their surface, the stones would hum, and that hum would tell her things. *This will work. This won't. This one requires patience. This one is already too late.* Never words, precisely. But certainty. The kind that came from somewhere older than language. But the gift itself-that had always been hers alone. She'd known it since childhood, that strange knowing that lived beneath her skin like a second heartbeat. When she held a fevered rabbit at seven, she hadn't been reciting learned knowledge. She'd felt the fever as a presence, an intruder, and she'd known-with the absolute clarity of a child who hasn't yet learned to doubt-that it could be asked to leave. The monks had recognized it immediately. A true gift, they'd said. Rare. Ancient. Real. The stones had come later, offered as tools to strengthen what was already within her. To amplify the signal that her own body could perceive. And for eight years, they had done exactly that. She would place her hands on them and feel her gift expand, sharpen, become precise enough to guide her remedies with surgical accuracy. Until three days ago, when the signal began to loop back on itself. "They're... circling," Mira said finally. "The pattern. It goes around itself instead of outward." Thea set the tea on the small table between them with the deliberate care of someone setting down something that might explode. She was used to Mira's cryptic diagnoses-of villages, of individuals, of the invisible architecture of suffering. But there was something in Mira's voice now that made her move slowly. "Circles are stable," Thea offered. "Maybe that's not wrong." Mira finally turned. In the failing light, her friend looked younger than thirty, which was unfair. Thea had earned her lines the honest way-through years of kneeling beside dying people, learning what comfort looked like when it was all that remained. But something in her face had smoothed lately. Or perhaps Mira was simply learning to stop seeing her clearly. The thought came sharp and unbidden, and with it: the first cold touch of doubt. ーーー The monastery had welcomed them both as girls. Mira's gift had announced itself early-her mother found her once, age seven, holding a fevered rabbit, and the fever broke. Just like that. Like she'd asked it politely to leave. The monks recognized something in her they'd seen before, in their own ancient texts. A healer whose knowing transcended learning. They offered sanctuary, knowledge, space to grow into whatever she was becoming. Thea came two years later, smaller and feral, caught stealing medicines from the infirmary stores. Instead of punishment, the head monk-Brother Aldwin, ancient even then-had asked her why. *For my mother*, Thea had said. *She's burning up and no one will help her.* He'd walked her to the infirmary himselt, shown her how to prepare a draught, how to cool a brow, how to sit with someone in darkness without trying to light it. By morning, Thea's mother had died anyway. By evening, Thea had chosen to stay. They'd grown up in these halls. They'd learned that healing was sometimes mercy, sometimes mystery, always a form of prayer whispered in a language the body understood even when the mind didn't. And the stones had been their gospel. Dependable. Ancient. *True*. --- By the fourth day, Mira had moved into the infirmary proper. She told herself it was necessary-there was a fever spreading through the village, the kind that didn't respond to simple remedies, the kind that required constant adjustment, intuitive recalibration. But the truth was simpler and more frightening: she couldn't leave the stones. Couldn't stop trying to read the pattern they'd begun drawing. Circles within circles. Concentric and endless. Like the mouth of a well. Like the grooves worn into stone by ten thousand years of fingers pressing, searching, hoping. Brother Aldwin found her at midnight, still in her work clothes, surrounded by herbs and stones and notes she'd written in a hand that barely resembled her own. "You haven't slept," he observed. Not a question. The old monk moved through the world in certainties. It was one of the things that had once comforted her. "The stones are changing," Mira said. "And I don't know why." Aldwin lowered himself into a chair with the careful deliberation of something made of glass. He was smaller than she remembered. Or perhaps she'd grown. Time did strange things in these stone halls-sometimes it moved like molasses, sometimes it vanished entirely. "The stones don't change," he said quietly. "They've remained as they've been since they were placed here, three centuries past. Since the monastery was built on ground the healers chose." "They're changing," Mira repeated, and heard the fever in her own voice. The thing underneath the calm. "The resonance is different. It's—" "Mira." His eyes were the color of old water. "Have you considered that perhaps you are the one who has changed?" The words landed like stones dropped down that well. She heard them descending. She heard the silence that followed before impact. "No," she said. And then: "That's not-that's not how this works." But even as she said it, she felt the first small crack in the architecture of her certainty. Because what was certainty, after all? What was the difference between a stone speaking to you and you speaking to yourself, and learning only later that you'd been the only voice in the conversation all along? "Aldwin," she said, and her voice sounded very young. "Do you believe in the stones?" He didn't answer immediately. He looked at his hands-liver-spotted, ancient, trembling slightly. "I believe in the healers," he said finally. "I have always believed in the healers. The stones were meant to help us believe in ourselves." --- She found the journal in Brother Aldwin's quarters. Not deliberately-he'd asked her to bring him tea, and her hands, trained by years of healer's pragmatism, had simply opened drawers while she waited for him to emerge from the washroom. Looking for something she didn't know she was searching for. The journal was old, older than anything she'd thought to preserve. The handwriting was Aldwin's, younger, more aggressive in its loops. And the entries were all the same, repeated like a prayer worn smooth by obsessive repetition: *The stones do not speak. I have listened for thirty years. The stones do not speak. Perhaps I have become the voice. Perhaps I have been telling myself stories about what I wish to hear.* *The remedies worked because I believed in them. The patients healed because we expected them to. The stones are only stone.* *This is the knowledge I cannot unknow. This is the wound that will not close.* The entries spanned decades. The handwriting never settled. It spiraled inward, tighter and tighter, circling the same truth over and over like something trapped. Mira sat on the edge of his narrow bed, the journal loose in her hands, and felt something shift inside her. Not breaking. Shifting. The way ground shifts before a landslide. The way the world rearranges itself when you learn something that cannot be unlearned. Her hands were shaking. She read the same passage three times, four times, and each time it felt like drowning in slow motion. Aldwin-the man who had taught her everything, who had placed the healing stones in her palms and told her they were ancient and true-had spent his entire life doubting them. Had spent decades circling the same terrible knowledge: that perhaps there was no magic at all. Only the power of expectation. Only the human capacity to heal itself when given permission and belief. She thought of every patient she'd ever treated with absolute certainty. Every time she'd felt the stones hum beneath her palms and known -*known*—what would work. Had that been the gift? Or had it been something far more mundane: observation, intuition, the natural patterns of illness and recovery that she'd learned to read so well she'd mistaken the reading for magic? The journal fell from her hands. She pressed her palms against her eyes and felt the first hot tears of rage and grief and something far worse: uncertainty. The kind that didn't resolve into anything clean. The kind that would live in her now, a permanent guest. When Aldwin emerged from the washroom twenty minutes later, she was still sitting there. He stopped in the doorway. He saw the journal. He saw her face. For a moment, neither of them moved. "How long?" Mira asked. Her voice sounded like it came from very far away. Aldwin closed the door behind him. He looked diminished, suddenly—not the ancient wise man but simply an old person, worn down by the weight of a secret he'd carried alone. "Since I was younger than you are now," he said quietly. "Fifty-three years." "And you never told anyone." "I told myself," he said. "Over and over. Does that count?" Mira stood. She needed to move or she would shatter. "Every patient I've ever healed. Every time I told someone they would recover and they did. Every time I felt the stones guide me. Was that—" She couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't shape the question into words. "You have a gift," Aldwin said, and there was something almost desperate in his voice now. "Mira, listen to me. You do. I don't know what it is, but it's not the stones. The gift is yours. It always has been.""How do you know?" she demanded. "How can you possibly know that?" "Because I watched you," he said. "I watched you for eight years, and I watched you heal people in ways that shouldn't have been possible. Yes, I've doubted the stones. Yes, I've spent half a century wondering if I was a fraud. But I never once doubted you. Not really. Not in the moments that mattered." Mira turned away from him. She couldn't look at his face, at the terrible honesty written there. "You should have told me." "I know." "You should have warned me." "I know," he repeated. And then: "But I was afraid. I was afraid that if I told you the truth about my doubt, I would plant it in you. And I needed-" His voice cracked slightly. "I needed to believe that at least one of us had certainty. That at least one of us was still whole." She heard the break in him then. Fifty-three years of isolation, of circling the same terrible knowledge alone. And she understood, with a clarity that was almost painful, that this was the real gift he'd been asking her to hold for him: the belief he could no longer maintain. "I don't know how to do this," she said quietly. "Neither did I," Aldwin replied. "But you will. You're stronger than I was." --- The fever broke on the seventh day. The village children recovered. The old woman who'd been burning up in the cottage by the north gate opened her eyes and asked for water. All the remedies worked, just as they always had. But when Mira returned to the infirmary that evening, she didn't go directly to the stones. Instead, she sat with Thea in the corner of the room, surrounded by drying herbs and cooling salves, and told her everything. Thea listened without interrupting. She was good at that-at reading the specific shape of someone's ruin and knowing when words would only make it worse. When Mira finished, her friend was quiet for a long moment. "Did you know?" Mira asked. "No," Thea said. And then, because she was kind, she added: "But I suspected. I suspected because I watched the way you moved, even in your doubt. You moved like someone who knew exactly what she was doing. The stones were never what made you certain, Mira. They were just the story you told yourself about where your certainty came from." Mira thought about this. "So what am I, then? If not a healer with a gift?" "You're still a healer," Thea said. "Maybe that's all you ever were. Someone who pays attention. Someone who believes people can get better and acts on that belief in ways that matter. That's not nothing. That might be everything." --- The next morning, Mira approached the stones differently. She didn't place her hands on them expecting to receive guidance. Instead, she picked up a remedy-willow bark and honey for the fever that still lingered in one of the village children-and she held it to the stone and simply waited. The hum came. The pattern spiraled. Circles within circles, drawing inward toward some center she would never quite reach. But this time, when she felt the resonance, she didn't try to interpret it as the stone's voice. Instead, she let it be what it was: a physical vibration that her own nervous system registered, amplified by the stone's density and her own attention. The hum became a mirror. It reflected back everything she already knew— the properties of the remedy, the nature of the fever, the body's own capacity to heal. And that was enough. She carried the remedy to the cottage where the child lay half-awake, fever still painting her cheeks with unnatural color. Mira sat on the edge of the bed and spooned the mixture between small lips. The girl swallowed obediently. "Will I get better?" the child asked, with the directness of the very young. Mira looked at this small person, burning with fever, looking to her for certainty. And she made a choice. "Yes," she said. Not because the stones had told her. Not because some mystical gift guaranteed it. But because she had studied the patterns of this fever for a week, because she understood this child's body and its capacity for recovery, because she believed in the remedies she'd prepared with her own hands, and because belief itself-genuine, grounded, earned through years of practice-was its own form of power. "You're going to get better," Mira said again. "I'm going to help you." The child closed her eyes and seemed satisfied. When Mira returned to the monastery that evening, she found Brother Aldwin in the infirmary, standing before the healing stones. He turned when he heard her footsteps. "about what I should have done differently. And I think the answer is: nothing. Or everything. I'm still not sure which." Mira stood beside him, looking at the stones that had been her entire world. "The pattern is still there," she said. "Yes." "And it still spirals inward. Still circles back on itself." "Yes." "But I'm not lost in it anymore," Mira said. "I'm not trying to reach the center. I think I understand now-the pattern was never meant to lead anywhere. It was meant to make us still. To make us listen. And what we listen for, what we hear in that stillness... that comes from us. That was always us." Aldwin nodded slowly. "I wish I'd understood that sooner." "Maybe I can," Mira said. "Maybe that's the gift —not that I have certainty, but that I can live with the uncertainty and still act. Still help people. Still believe in the remedies and the body's power to heal, even though I can't prove where my knowing comes from." She placed her hand on the nearest stone. It was cool beneath her palm, just stone, just the accumulation of minerals pressed together over millennia. And somehow, that was more miraculous than magic would have been. The earth, shaped by time. Her hand, shaped by practice and attention. The space between them, where healing happened. The monastery walls hummed around her, ancient and listening. She listened back-not for the voice of the stones, but for her own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say * don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply Tor the voice or the stones, buttor ner own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say *I don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply different languages for the same truth. The monastery walls hummed. The stones waited, patient and silent. And Mira, at last, was ready to move forward.
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