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Photo 4 outside the castle walls night has fallen standing outside the portal on the ground as it full turns golden and white something coming out 
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Photo 1 ,2 & 3 top half of there bodies come out of the portal of golden light photo 1 wearing his new suit bright blue and gold armor with a police badge photo 2 a bright blue and white halo above her head photo 3 saying finally as they exits the portal to the courtyard of the castle in the night 
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Photo 4 crying saying you guys made wiping her eyes 
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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.

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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.

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Jennie stared at her reflection.

“College is a fresh start.”

She touched her hair.

“Maybe it’s time for something different.”

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She picked up her phone.

The first person she called was Lisa.

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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.”

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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.”

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First decision:

The color.

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Jennie sat in the salon chair.

The stylist looked at her blonde hair.

“Are you sure you want to go back?”

Jennie nodded.

“Yeah.”

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The blonde slowly disappeared.

Back to her original dark hair color.

The color that felt familiar.

The color that felt like home.

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When she looked in the mirror…

She smiled.

She looked like the old Jennie.

But different.

Older.

More confident.

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Lisa smiled.

“I forgot how much this suits you.”

Jennie touched her hair.

“I missed it.”

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Then came the second decision.

The haircut.

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Jennie looked at the stylist.

“Cut it.”

Lisa looked shocked.

“How short?”

Jennie thought.

Then smiled.

“Short.”

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The scissors started moving.

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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.

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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.”

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Jennie looked in the mirror again.

For the first time in weeks…

She felt excited.

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Next mission:

Shopping.

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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.”

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They spent the entire day shopping.

Jennie picked out:

* stylish jackets
* new tops
* different jeans
* sneakers and boots
* accessories
* outfits that felt more mature

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Lisa held up a colorful outfit.

“Try it.”

Jennie looked suspicious.

“Why?”

“Because college Jennie needs to surprise people.”

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After trying new styles…

Jennie actually liked them.

They were still cool.

Still her.

Just a new version.

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By the end of the day…

Her room looked completely different.

Clothes everywhere.

Shopping bags on the floor.

Suitcases open.

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Jennie packed everything carefully.

Her new clothes.

Her DJ equipment.

Her headphones.

Her graduation photo.

Her trophy.

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Then she found one picture.

The whole group.

Lisa.

Rosé.

Jisoo.

Han.

Hyunjin.

Felix.

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She smiled.

Then quickly put it into her suitcase.

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“New college.”

“New style.”

“New chapter.”

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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.”

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Jennie smiled.

“That’s actually a good line.”

Lisa gasped.

“Did Jennie just compliment me?”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“There she is.”

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That night…

Jennie closed her suitcase.

Her new haircut.

Her new style.

Her new beginning.

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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.

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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.
Book 2 – Chapter 16: No Second Chances Yet

The next morning…

The dorm was quieter than usual.

Not peaceful.

Just quiet.

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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.

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No crying.

No breaking down.

No showing weakness.

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Jennie was back.

The savage DJ queen.

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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.”

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Lisa laughed.

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

Jennie shrugged.

“Neither do most people.”

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Lisa smiled.

There she was.

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A few minutes later, Jisoo and Rosé arrived.

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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.

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Rosé looked at Jennie.

“Are you feeling better?”

Jennie paused.

A tiny bit.

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“Yeah.”

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Jisoo smiled.

“Actually answering honestly?”

Jennie looked at her.

“Don’t make this emotional.”

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Lisa laughed.

“That was basically a hug from Jennie.”

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Jennie rolled her eyes.

“Everyone here is dramatic.”

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Practice Room

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Later, everyone met for practice.

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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.

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Jennie was already there.

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She didn’t look up.

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Felix walked closer.

“Jennie.”

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Nothing.

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He tried again.

“Can I talk to you?”

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Jennie slowly removed one headphone.

Looked at him.

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“No.”

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The room went silent.

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Felix blinked.

“Jennie…”

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She tilted her head.

“Did you suddenly forget what ‘no’ means?”

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Han looked away.

“Okay. Starting strong.”

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Felix sighed.

“I just want to explain.”

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Jennie laughed.

“Again?”

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“I’m not trying to bother you.”

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She looked him up and down.

“That’s funny.”

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“What?”

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“Because bothering people seems to be your hidden talent.”

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Han covered his laugh.

Hyunjin looked impressed.

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Felix frowned.

“I’m serious.”

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Jennie stepped closer.

“So am I.”

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A pause.

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“You already explained.”

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“I know.”

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“And I already listened.”

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Felix looked hopeful.

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Jennie immediately ruined it.

“Don’t look so excited. Listening doesn’t mean forgiving.”

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Silence.

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Felix looked hurt.

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“I never wanted to hurt you.”

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Jennie smiled coldly.

“Congratulations.”

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Felix frowned.

“For what?”

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“You managed to do it anyway.”

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That one hit.

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Han whispered:

“That was brutal.”

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Jennie turned.

“Did you say something?”

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Han immediately shook his head.

“No.”

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“Good choice.”

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Hyunjin crossed his arms.

“You really don’t hold back.”

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Jennie looked at him.

“And you really talk like you’re in a movie.”

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Hyunjin froze.

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Han laughed.

“She got you too.”

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Jennie put her headphones back on.

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Felix tried one more time.

“Jennie…”

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She stopped.

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“What?”

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“I miss how we used to be.”

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For one second…

A tiny crack appeared.

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Then Jennie closed it.

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“That’s unfortunate.”

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Felix looked down.

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“Because I don’t miss being hurt.”

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The room became quiet.

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She picked up her DJ controller.

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“Practice starts in five minutes.”

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Felix stood there.

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“Are we okay?”

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Jennie looked at him.

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“No.”

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A pause.

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“Not even close.”

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Then she walked away.

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Lisa watched her.

She knew Jennie was still angry.

But she also knew something else.

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Jennie wasn’t cold because she didn’t care.

She was cold because she cared too much.

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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.
Photo 1 is sitting in the living room of a luxury apartment with black modern furniture surrounded but window showing the lights below.

Photo 1 is sitting in a black couch in his phone texting with one hand with a straight face . 

Photo 2 is standing close by behind the coach that photo 1 is siting in. 

Photo 2 is standing with his hands behind his back as a sign of respect for photo 1 as he his photo 1 body guard. 

Photo 1 then says to photo 2 without looking away from his phone, “Jay”

Photo 2 then replies “Yeah”

Photo 1 then says “Have the preparations been made by my father?”

Photo 2 then nods and says “ Yes, everything has been taken care of.”

Photo 1 then puts his phone on his chest with his hand and covers the phone with his hand on his chest and looks up at the ceiling in pure concentration.

Photo 2 then looks at photo 1 and thinks “ So young to be so troubled”.
Book 2 – Chapter 5: The First College Challenge

The first day of college was supposed to be normal.

Keyword:

Supposed to.

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After the whole “Felix’s definitely-not-girlfriend” drama, everyone walked toward their classes.

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Jennie walked ahead of everyone.

Her sleek dark bob moved with every step, and her black jacket, silver accessories, baggy jeans, and boots made her look like she belonged on a magazine cover instead of a college campus.

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Lisa looked at her.

“Okay, I have to admit.”

Jennie looked back.

“What?”

“Your entrance was dramatic.”

“I walked.”

“You walked like the hallway belonged to you.”

Jennie shrugged.

“Maybe it did.”

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Jisoo laughed.

Her long blonde hair with lavender-pink ends moved as she walked.

“She hasn’t changed.”

Rosé smiled.

Her black hair fell over her shoulders.

“She just got more confident.”

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Behind them…

Felix was quiet.

Very quiet.

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Han noticed immediately.

His black hair with blue tips fell over his forehead as he looked at Felix.

“You’re thinking.”

Felix looked at him.

“No I’m not.”

“You are.”

“No.”

“You have your thinking face.”

“I have a face.”

“Exactly.”

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Hyunjin walked beside them, his red-tipped hair catching the sunlight.

“He is thinking about Jennie.”

Felix stopped.

“What?”

Everyone looked at him.

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Felix sighed.

“She just surprised me, okay?”

Han smiled.

“Because she looks different?”

“Yes.”

“Because she’s more confident?”

“Maybe.”

“Because she roasted someone in less than five minutes?”

Felix paused.

“…Also yes.”

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Hyunjin nodded.

“An iconic return.”

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Meanwhile…

Jennie had already found her classroom.

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She sat down and opened her laptop.

New college.

New classes.

New challenges.

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Then the professor walked in.

“Before we begin, I have an announcement.”

Everyone looked up.

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“This semester, we will have a major creative competition.”

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Jennie’s eyes immediately lit up.

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“The winning team will perform at the biggest college showcase of the year.”

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Lisa looked at Jennie.

“Oh no.”

Jennie smiled.

“What?”

“Your DJ face.”

“What about it?”

“It means you are about to become terrifying.”

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The professor continued.

“You will work in teams.”

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Jennie froze.

No.

Please no.

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The teams appeared on the screen.

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Team One: Jennie, Felix, Lisa, Han, Rosé, Jisoo, Hyunjin.

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Silence.

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Jennie stared.

Felix stared.

Everyone stared.

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Han immediately laughed.

“THE SCHOOL IS STILL TRYING TO FORCE YOU TWO TOGETHER.”

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Jennie pointed at him.

“Stop talking.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s funny.”

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Felix looked at Jennie.

“So…”

“So.”

“Looks like we’re working together again.”

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Jennie sighed.

“Of course.”

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Felix smiled.

“You missed me.”

“No.”

“You answered too fast.”

“Because the answer was obvious.”

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The whole group laughed.

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After class, they met in the library.

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The assignment was simple:

Create something that represents who they were.

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Everyone had ideas.

Lisa wanted fashion.

Rosé wanted music.

Jisoo wanted visuals.

Han wanted something “legendary.”

Nobody knew what that meant.

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Hyunjin wrote down:

“An artistic experience.”

Everyone stared.

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Jennie looked at Felix.

“Translate.”

Felix laughed.

“He means something dramatic.”

Hyunjin nodded.

“Exactly.”

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Then everyone looked at Jennie.

“What about you?”

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Jennie thought.

A year ago…

She would have said she didn’t care.

But now?

She smiled.

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“Music.”

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Felix looked at her.

“You already knew that.”

“Yeah.”

“Then why did you think so long?”

Jennie shrugged.

“Because this time…”

She looked around at everyone.

“I don’t want it to just be my thing.”

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Everyone smiled.

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Felix noticed.

The old Jennie was still there.

The roast queen.

The DJ.

The girl who never backed down.

But now…

She let people in.

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Han suddenly ruined the moment.

“So basically we’re making a masterpiece.”

Jennie looked at him.

“Don’t say masterpiece.”

“Why?”

“Because now you think you’re an artist.”

“I am.”

“You are a problem.”

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Everyone laughed.

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And as they started planning their first college project…

Nobody noticed the competition poster hanging outside the room.

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COLLEGE SHOWCASE CHALLENGE

WINNER GETS A CHANCE TO PERFORM ON THE MAIN STAGE.

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Jennie looked at it.

A spark appeared in her eyes.

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The DJ queen was back.

And this time…

She had a whole team behind her.
(The panel shows a college classroom lecture filled with college students) 

Photo 2 is wearing the outfit in photo 3 and he hair in a messy bun. 

Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo.

Photo 1 and photo 2 are sitting the in the front row looking at the professor. 
(Panel shows a close up of 1 photo 2 and photo 1)
(Panel shows the bell ringing in the class indicating that the lecture is over) 

Students begin to leave the classroom. 

Photo 1 then gets up to leave and says “You wanna go get some ramen?” 

Photo 2 is sitting down putting her Apple laptop in her bag and responds “Not today” “ I think I’m gonna head back to the dorm and study for a bit.”

Photo 1 then has a sad face and says “Awwwww boo.” “Fine I guess I’ll go alone”

Photo 2 then looks at photo 1 and says “Do you really want me to come?” 
Photo 1 smiles back and says “No, I’m kidding. Go ahead study I’ll see you when I get back.”

Photo 2 then watches as photo 1 leaves the college classroom. 

Photo 2 smiles and begins  to leave after putting apple laptop in her bag.
Book 2 – Chapter 37: The Girls Before the Dance

Seven hours.

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That was all that was left until the college dance.

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The dorm was unusually calm.

No rushing.

No panic.

Just four friends sitting together before the biggest night of the year.

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The Girls’ Room

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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.

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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.

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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.

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Rosé sat beside her, smiling.

Her short blonde Apatapate-inspired hair was styled naturally, and she wore a relaxed outfit while preparing her accessories.

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For a moment…

Everything felt peaceful.

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Then Rosé spoke.

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“So…”

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Everyone looked at her.

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“I have something to tell you.”

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Jennie immediately narrowed her eyes.

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“Why does that sound suspicious?”

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Rosé laughed.

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“I’m going to the dance with Han.”

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Silence.

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Then—

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Lisa smiled.

“Finally!”

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Jisoo laughed.

“You two were so obvious.”

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Rosé covered her face.

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“Were we?”

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Jennie looked at her.

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“Yes.”

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“How?”

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“You both looked at each other like you forgot other people existed.”

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Rosé laughed.

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“That’s… accurate.”

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Jennie’s Turn

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Lisa looked at Jennie.

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“Your turn.”

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Jennie blinked.

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“My turn for what?”

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“Who are you going with?”

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Jennie immediately looked away.

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“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

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Everyone stared.

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Jennie sighed.

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“Fine.”

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A pause.

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“Felix.”

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Lisa smiled.

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“I knew it.”

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Jennie pointed.

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“Don’t.”

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“I’m not saying anything.”

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“Your face is saying enough.”

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Jisoo laughed.

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“You’re happy.”

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Jennie looked offended.

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“No.”

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Rosé smiled.

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“Your denial is getting weaker.”

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“Impossible.”

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Jisoo’s Secret

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Jennie looked at Jisoo.

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“What about you?”

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Jisoo smiled.

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“Hyunjin.”

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Lisa gasped.

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“Wait, really?”

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Jisoo laughed.

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“Yes.”

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Jennie smirked.

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“That explains why he was acting like he was in a movie.”

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Rosé laughed.

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“He practiced, didn’t he?”

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Jisoo nodded.

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“For a very long time.”

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Everyone laughed.

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Lisa’s Silence

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The room became quieter.

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Lisa smiled.

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“I’m happy for you guys.”

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But the others noticed.

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Jennie looked at her.

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“Lisa.”

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“I’m fine.”

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Jisoo tilted her head.

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“Are you sure?”

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Lisa looked down.

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For a second…

She didn’t answer.

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“I guess I just didn’t expect everyone to have plans.”

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The room softened.

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Rosé immediately moved closer.

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“Hey.”

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Lisa looked up.

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“You’re not left out.”

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Jisoo nodded.

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“Never.”

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Jennie put down her headphones.

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“You’re literally the person who keeps us all together.”

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Lisa smiled slightly.

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“That sounded almost nice coming from you.”

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Jennie rolled her eyes.

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“Don’t ruin it.”

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Everyone laughed.

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Lisa hugged them.

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Lisa’s Secret

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After a moment…

Lisa smiled.

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“Actually…”

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Everyone looked at her.

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“I do have someone to go with.”

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Jennie raised an eyebrow.

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“Excuse me?”

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Lisa grinned.

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“He’s a friend.”

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Rosé smiled.

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“Who?”

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Lisa shook her head.

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“Not telling.”

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Jisoo laughed.

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“Why?”

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“Because I want to surprise you.”

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Jennie smirked.

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“Suspicious.”

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“Very.”

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“But…”

Lisa smiled.

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“I’m excited.”

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Jennie nodded.

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“Good.”

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A pause.

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“And if he disappoints you…”

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Lisa laughed.

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“You’re going to roast him?”

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Jennie shrugged.

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“Obviously.”

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Everyone laughed.

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Seven hours later…

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Four girls would walk into the dance.

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Four different stories.

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Four different secrets.

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And one unforgettable night waiting for them.
Panel 1 wide 
Photo 1 in her Golden sand skin wearing a light brown jacket and a designer blue shirt and blue jeans with her red hair and red lipstick light green makeup and green eyes looking her body up and down 
Panel 2 split 
Photo 2 saying wow you look amazing to photo 1 photo 3 saying now we just wait on someone to adopt you photo 5 laughing saying adopt you there are robots not kids photo 3 saying and this is why all your robots are trash 
Panel 3 wide 
Photo 2 saying can we explore the ship photo 3 saying yes I trust you photo 1 saying what you don’t trust me photo 3 saying No not at all with a smile 
Panel 4 split 
Photo 4 saying I will buy one of your robots. Photo 3 saying I don’t sale robots I have young women who need new homes and No sis I will not be selling anything to you
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.
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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*.
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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."
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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."
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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."
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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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Photo 1 has a black and gold helmet that has horns on it that are red and black a facemask all black standing alongside photo 4 her dress top red along the arms the center of her shirt open exposing her chest slightly a deep red skirt a crescent moon blue necklace long boots the stretches up to her knees all black white gloves on with her hand on photo 1 shoulder saying master give me your orders 

Panel 2 split photo 3 sitting in his chair saying so the two of you… I expected as much you two have always kept a watchful eye on me… photo 3 standing up saying so what do I owe this visit using his overwhelming aura thick white light with blue nearly viability lighting 

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photo 2 standing in his sliver armor with spikes on the shoulder and a sliver face mask with his bright blue glowing eyes 

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photo 4 slowly moving forward using her bright golden aura around her whole body saying you dare question my master material a ball of dark flame in her out stretched arm photo 1 using his bright blue aura
Photo 1 with dirty blonde hair green eyes short cut hair curly on a track and filled at the Olympic in a Olympic style uniform a black yellow red green and black jersey with the number 26 red and white pants talking to his friends getting ready to race as his system unlocks Nero Lightning chaser fast as lightning Hot Feet the ability to engulf his feet in a controlled flame lighting walk can discharge lightning from his feet kinetic discharge the ability to send kinetic energy into anything you touch also discharge energy from your body and hands and feet as Nero is happy about his system he says Oh Fuck I just unlocked my system guys his friend stopping him before he can finish shot up man if you are a system user they going to disqualify you and us don’t say nun until we win this shit Nero saying oooo man you right ok cool as he takes off his jacket and looking at his Olympic tattoo on his right arm saying yeh we goin to win this
Book 2 – Chapter 9: The First College Morning Disaster

The first morning in the dorms.

Everyone expected a fresh start.

A peaceful beginning.

A normal college day.

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That was their first mistake.

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Dorm Building A

Jennie’s alarm went off.

She opened her eyes.

Five seconds later…

She was already ready.

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Her dark bob haircut was perfectly styled.

Her outfit was completely put together.

Black jacket.

Baggy jeans.

Silver accessories.

Boots.

Headphones around her neck.

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Lisa slowly opened her eyes.

She stared.

“How are you already dressed?”

Jennie looked at her.

“Because some of us respect time.”

Lisa sat up.

“It’s 7:02.”

“Exactly.”

“Class is at 9.”

Jennie grabbed her bag.

“Exactly.”

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Lisa looked at her.

“You are the only person who treats getting ready like a concert entrance.”

Jennie smiled.

“Because every entrance is important.”

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Lisa laughed.

“Your confidence is dangerous.”

Jennie shrugged.

“Your fashion choices are dangerous. We all have problems.”

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Dorm Building B

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Felix woke up to chaos.

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Han was standing in front of the mirror.

His black hair with blue tips was styled perfectly.

Felix stared.

“Why are you dressed like you’re going to a photoshoot?”

Han looked serious.

“Because first impressions matter.”

“It’s a lecture.”

“Exactly.”

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Felix shook his head.

His blonde hair was messy, but somehow still looked perfect.

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Han looked at him.

“You need help.”

Felix looked down at his outfit.

“What?”

“You look too normal.”

“That’s the point.”

“Wrong.”

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Outside the dorms

Everyone met before class.

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Jisoo arrived with her long blonde hair and lavender-pink ends shining in the sunlight.

Rosé walked beside her with her black hair flowing naturally.

Hyunjin arrived with his red-tipped hair styled perfectly.

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Jennie looked around.

“Okay.”

Everyone looked at her.

“What?”

She pointed.

“Hyunjin looks like he’s going to a fashion interview.”

Hyunjin smiled.

“Thank you.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

“I accepted it anyway.”

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Everyone laughed.

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Then Felix walked over.

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Jennie looked at him.

Felix looked at her.

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Silence.

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Han whispered:

“Round two of awkward.”

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Felix cleared his throat.

“Morning.”

Jennie nodded.

“Morning.”

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Everyone waited.

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Lisa whispered:

“That was the most normal conversation they’ve had.”

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Jennie heard her.

“Don’t ruin it.”

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They walked toward class.

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Then suddenly…

A student dropped a stack of papers.

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Everyone stopped to help.

Except Han.

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Han looked at the papers.

Then at Jennie.

“Should I help?”

Jennie stared.

“Yes.”

Han nodded.

“Okay.”

A pause.

“But first…”

“What?”

“I need to emotionally prepare.”

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Jennie looked at him.

“You need emotional preparation to pick up paper?”

Han nodded.

“These are important papers.”

“They’re on the floor.”

“Exactly. Dangerous territory.”

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Jennie stared.

“Han.”

“What?”

“You are the reason warning labels exist.”

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Everyone burst out laughing.

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Finally they reached class.

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The professor announced:

“Today, you will begin your first major college project.”

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Everyone sat up.

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“You will create something that represents your identity.”

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Everyone started thinking.

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Lisa immediately wrote fashion.

Rosé wrote music.

Jisoo wrote design.

Hyunjin wrote performance.

Han wrote something nobody could read.

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Felix looked over.

“What did you write?”

Han covered it.

“Private.”

“It’s upside down.”

Han quickly flipped it.

“Now it’s private.”

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Jennie shook her head.

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Then the professor looked at her.

“And you?”

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Jennie looked at her notebook.

Then at her DJ headphones.

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She smiled.

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“Music.”

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Felix looked at her.

“You already knew.”

Jennie nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Then why think?”

She shrugged.

“Because this time…”

She looked at the group.

“I’m not doing it alone.”

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Everyone smiled.

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Then Han ruined the moment.

“So we’re basically a legendary team.”

Jennie looked at him.

“Don’t say legendary.”

“Why?”

“Because now you’ll start acting like you have a documentary.”

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Han gasped.

“I would have a great documentary.”

Jennie nodded.

“Title: A Guy Who Talks Too Much.”

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The class laughed.

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And as they started their first college project…

Everyone realized something.

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College wasn’t going to be normal.

Not with:

A savage DJ queen.

A dramatic fashion king.

A chaotic music genius.

A talented performer.

And a group that somehow always found trouble.

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The semester had officially begun.
Book 2 – Chapter 23: The Worst Timing Ever

The morning after…

Everything was normal.

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Well…

Almost normal.

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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.

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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.

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Lisa looked at Jennie.

“You’re smiling.”

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Jennie immediately stopped.

“No, I’m not.”

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“You were.”

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“I was thinking.”

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“About Felix?”

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Jennie froze.

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“No.”

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Lisa smiled.

“That pause was a whole confession.”

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Jennie grabbed a drink.

“You talk too much.”

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“That’s your way of saying yes.”

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“That’s my way of saying you’re annoying.”

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“Same thing.”

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Jennie rolled her eyes.

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Then…

The door opened.

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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.

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Rosé looked between Lisa and Jennie.

“What did we miss?”

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Lisa pointed at Jennie.

“She smiled.”

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Everyone gasped dramatically.

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Jennie stared.

“Are you all done?”

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“No,” Jisoo said immediately.

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Jennie sighed.

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“Traitors.”

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Later – Practice Room

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Everyone gathered for rehearsal.

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Felix arrived.

His blonde hair was slightly styled, and he wore a black hoodie, jeans, and sneakers.

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Jennie looked at him.

Just for a second.

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A tiny smile.

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Han saw it.

Immediately.

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“Oh.”

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Everyone looked.

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Han pointed.

“Something is happening.”

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Jennie turned.

“Finish that sentence and regret it.”

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Han stopped.

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“Never mind.”

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Hyunjin laughed.

His red-tipped hair stood out as he adjusted his jacket.

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“Han finally learned survival instincts.”

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Han looked at him.

“Don’t act like you’re safe.”

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Felix tried not to smile.

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Jennie noticed.

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“What?”

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“Nothing.”

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“Your face is suspicious.”

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“My face?”

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“Yes.”

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“How can my face be suspicious?”

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“You’re Felix.”

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Everyone laughed.

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The Weird Part

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During practice…

The music suddenly stopped.

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Everyone looked at Jennie.

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“What happened?”

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Jennie checked the equipment.

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“The cable is missing.”

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Han raised his hand.

“I might know why.”

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Everyone looked at him.

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“…Why?”

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“I may have borrowed it.”

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Jennie’s eyes narrowed.

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“Why?”

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“I thought it was a charger.”

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Silence.

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Hyunjin covered his face.

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Jisoo blinked.

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Rosé laughed.

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Felix looked at Han.

“How?”

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Han shrugged.

“It looked like one.”

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Jennie slowly walked toward him.

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“Han.”

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“Yes?”

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“Congratulations.”

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“On what?”

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“You are officially the reason instructions exist.”

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Everyone burst out laughing.

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The Even Worse Timing

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After practice…

Jennie and Felix were alone putting equipment away.

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Felix smiled.

“You know…”

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“What?”

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“I like this version of you.”

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Jennie looked at him.

“What version?”

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“The one that doesn’t pretend she doesn’t care.”

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She stared.

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Then immediately recovered.

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“Don’t get emotional.”

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“I’m just saying.”

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“You’re always just saying.”

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He laughed.

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Then suddenly…

The door opened.

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Lisa.

Jisoo.

Rosé.

Han.

Hyunjin.

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All standing there.

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Silence.

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Everyone looked at Jennie and Felix.

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Felix froze.

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Jennie froze.

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Han slowly smiled.

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“Oh.”

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Jennie immediately pointed.

“No.”

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“I didn’t even say anything.”

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“You were about to.”

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Han closed his mouth.

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Lisa looked between them.

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“So…”

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Jennie stared.

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“So what?”

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Lisa smiled.

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“Nothing.”

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A pause.

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“Absolutely nothing.”

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Jennie narrowed her eyes.

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“Everyone leave.”

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They laughed.

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Because everyone knew.

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The savage DJ queen was still savage.

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Still terrifying.

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Still impossible.

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But something was definitely different.

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And the funniest part?

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Jennie was the last person who wanted anyone to notice.write in English
A breathtaking Korean manhwa panel of a young male protagonist floating alone in the infinite depths of outer space, directly facing the birth of the universe. Before him, the Big Bang erupts across the cosmic void — an incomprehensibly massive explosion of primordial light, galaxies, stars, nebulae and cosmic energy being born simultaneously. The shockwave expands across the universe like an enormous wall of divine fire.

The protagonist is completely unharmed, floating calmly in front of the cosmic phenomenon. His long hair and dark robe drift violently in the cosmic energy. His eyes are wide with absolute exhilaration, his face twisted into a wild, almost insane grin. He isn't afraid — he is thrilled beyond reason, as though witnessing the greatest spectacle imaginable.

His arms are slightly spread, his body leaning forward toward the expanding universe, as if he wants to embrace the Big Bang itself. Countless newborn stars illuminate his face. Cosmic lightning and fragments of primordial energy spiral around him.

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His expression is not fear or surprise but pure, uncontrollable exhilaration. His pupils are intensely focused on the Big Bang, his grin is enormous and almost feral, as though he has finally found something capable of challenging his imagination. A single tear of sheer excitement runs down his cheek while he laughs into the cosmic void.
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Photo 1 In his new body and baggy clothes saying what the hell man as he remembers his ability and gets happy that he has awakened picking up his phone again trying to call mat again when he finally gets a answer 
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Photo 1 saying on the photo to photo 2 where the hell you been at Mat I been calling you to tell you I awakened my ability. Next panel photo 2 saying man you won’t believe what the fuck happened to me man I awakened my shit to you know what I’m saying and fucked around an use my shit in my house and almost burned it down got scared an teleported the whole damn house to another world man shit crazy. Looking out his window at a rainbow deer 
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Photo 1 saying Ayo that’s crazy photo 2 saying why the hell you sound like that photo 1 saying man I got turn into a damn kid again but yo are you still in another world photo 2 saying fuck ni I’m still here photo 1 saying how you talking to me then photo 2 saying shirt I don’t know but my power and everything still working
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Photo 1 on the beach as photo 2 jumps into his arms saying can we stay like this for ever next panel photo 1 putting photo 2 down onto the sandy beach and saying how I would love to never leave you but I know this is a dream photo 2 looking sad a teary eyed saying how did you know
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Photo 1 holding the hands of photo 2 saying l know from the very beginning it was a dream although it looks and feels so real there was just so much wrong with how you are acting my Asia world never do this photo 2 smiling saying I could be your 2.0 Asia all you have to do is ask photo 2 leaning in for a kiss
Panel 3 wide
Photo 1 kissing photo 2 smiling saying fuck it l'Il take that kiss.. but I have to get back to my word and save my friends next panel photo 1 in the destroyed temple waking up form his battle seeing photo 3 with the dark mist come from his body carrying photo 4 in his arms calling it to Zac!!!
Panel 4 split
Photo 3 turning pulling out his pistol pointing it at photo 1 photo 1 on his knees slowly standing up with his hands raised Zac!! Wake up it's me KY photo 4 in the arms of photo 3 looking shocked saying Zac don't listen let's go stay with me
Panel 1 
photo 1 and photo 4 talking when photo 2 thanks photo 1 for his new suit photo 1 saying you welcome Ky 

Panel 2 wide 
photo 4 walking the hallway of the castle when he over hears yelling coming from photo 2 room 

Panel 3 
photo 4 knocking on photo 2 door photo 2 scrambling to pick up his chair he knocked over when photo 3 walk to him say don’t answer the door just stay with me 

Panel 4 
Photo 2 opens his room to see photo 4 photo 2 what’s up ky photo 4 saying I don’t know man you tell me you the one in here talking to yourself photo 3 floating around to photo 4 rubbing his face saying you are handsome 

Panel 5 photo 4 grabbing photo 3 hand says thank but what are you 

Panel 6 wide 
Photo 3 jumping back saying you can see me to photo 4 

Panel 7 photo 4 saying yes as a system screen pops up that only he could see  saying wondering spirt level 40 has 5 ability 1.)killing touch 2.) paralyzing stare 3.) transparent body 4.)soul cycle 5.) metal distortion 

Panel 6 close 
Photo 2 saying you can see her in shock
Panel 1 
photo 1 and photo 4 talking when photo 2 thanks photo 1 for his new suit photo 1 saying you welcome Ky 

Panel 2 wide 
photo 4 walking the hallway of the castle when he over hears yelling coming from photo 2 room 

Panel 3 
photo 4 knocking on photo 2 door photo 2 scrambling to pick up his chair he knocked over when photo 3 walk to him say don’t answer the door just stay with me 

Panel 4 
Photo 2 opens his room to see photo 4 photo 2 what’s up ky photo 4 saying I don’t know man you tell me you the one in here talking to yourself photo 3 floating around to photo 4 rubbing his face saying you are handsome 

Panel 5 photo 4 grabbing photo 3 hand says thank but what are you 

Panel 6 wide 
Photo 3 jumping back saying you can see me to photo 4 

Panel 7 photo 4 saying yes as a system screen pops up that only he could see  saying wondering spirt level 40 has 5 ability 1.)killing touch 2.) paralyzing stare 3.) transparent body 4.)soul cycle 5.) metal distortion 

Panel 6 close 
Photo 2 saying you can see her in shock
It is a dark and stormy night.
(Panel shows a tall corporate building surrounded by glass windows) 
Next panel(shows a Mercedes Benz pulling up to the building) 
Photo 2 is walking into the lobby of the building and beside is photo 4 walking also. 
Photo 2 has a serious look on his face as he walks with photo 4 who also has a serious look on his face. 

(Panel shows photo 2 and photo 4 standing in front of a double door on the executive floor) 

Photo 4 then says to photo 2 “ Damn, what do you think it is this time?” 

Photo 2 then looks at the door with a serious face and responds “ I never know. “

Photo 2 then walks into a luxury executive office decorated in black furniture. 

Photo 1 has a bodyguard wearing a black suit standing behind him. 

Photo 1 is sitting in the center of the room in a black chair with black gloves on holding a glass of ice and bourbon. 

(The chair that photo 1 is sitting in has a loveseat couch on each side facing photo 1 ) 

Photo 2 then grabs a seat facing photo 1 while photo 4 stands behind the couch he his sitting in with his hands behind his back. 

Photo 1 looks at photo 2 with a very straight and serious face and says “Taeha, how are your studies?”

Photo 2 then replies with a relaxed face “The university is going fine, everything is straight forward and will not interfere with my work.”

Photo 1 then takes a sip of his drink and says “Good.”

Photo 3 then walks in with a body gaurd wearing a black suit. 

Photo 3 then walks into the office with a big devilish smile “ Sorry I’m late, parking took forever with these assholes.”

Photo 1 and photo 2 and photo 3 look at photo 3 with an annoyed straight face.

Photo 3 then takes a seat facing photo 1 and photo 2 with the bodyguard standing behind him with their hands behind their back.  

Photo 1 then snaps his fingers signaling his young assistant and says “ Alright, let’s begin.”
PANEL 1
Sahne: Şiddetli bir yağmur yağıyor. Lunair kafasında büyük kulaklığıyla, ıslak ve gri sokakta tek başına yürüyor. Saçları hafifçe yüzünün önüne düşmüş; çekingen, yorgun ve dünyadan soyutlanmış bir şekilde bakıyor.
Diyalog (İç Ses - Lunair): "Yine aynı kasvetli, gri günlerden biri..."
PANEL 2
Sahne: Lunair kendi odasının kapısını açıyor. Aşırı yorgun ve bıkkın bir ifadeyle okul çantasını umursamazca odanın bir köşesine fırlatıyor.
PANEL 3
Sahne: Lunair kendini doğrudan yatağa bırakmış, gözleri kapanıyor. Kulaklığı hala boynunda asılı. Hızlıca derin bir uykuya dalıyor.
PANEL 4
Sahne (Büyük Kare): Lunair morumsu, yumuşak çimenlerin üzerinde gözlerini açıyor. Gökyüzü uçuk mor bir alacakaranlık renginde ve havada parıltılı mana zerreleri süzülüyor. Lunair doğruluyor; yüzünde bir huzursuzluk var ama içten içe buranın havasıyla gelen tuhaf bir ferahlık ve rahatlama hissediyor.
Diyalog (Lunair): "Neredeyim ben?... Yağmur nereye gitti? Gökyüzü neden mor?"
PANEL 5
Sahne: Lunair'in tam önünde, havada süzülen gri bir ışık huzmesi aniden parıldayarak büyüyor. Işığın etrafında zarif, parıldayan hilal (ay 🌙) sembolleri ve kadim büyü rünleri dönmeye başlıyor.
Diyalog (Ay Ruhu): "Sonunda uyandın, yabancı... Kulaklarında ölü bir nesne taşıyan çocuk."
PANEL 6
Sahne: Ruh, Lunair'e bu dünyanın kurallarından kısaca bahseder ve onun içindeki gizli potansiyeli test etmek için elini uzatmasını söyler. Lunair çekingen bir şekilde elini ışığa uzatır. Eli ile ruh arasında parıldayan gri-mor enerji bağları oluşur; "Ruh Sözleşmesi" tamamlanır.
Diyalog (Lunair): "Bir... ruh sözleşmesi mi? Benimle mi?"
PANEL 7
Sahne: Tam o sırada, koruyucu bariyerin dışında oldukları için çalılıkların arasından bir hırıltı yükselir. Gölgelerin içinden estetik, parıldayan mor kristallerden ve karanlıktan oluşmuş, iğrenç veya kanlı görünmeyen mistik bir kurt/yaratık fırlar.
PANEL 8
Sahne: Lunair korkuyla geriler ama Ay Ruhu ona sakin olmasını fısıldar ve söylemesi gereken ilk amatör büyü sözlerini öğretir. Lunair'in elinin etrafında gri bir ay ışığı büyü çemberi dönmeye başlar.
Diyalog (Ay Ruhu): "Korkma. Sözleşmenin gücüne güven ve kelimeleri serbest bırak!"
PANEL 9
Sahne: Lunair büyüyü canavara doğru fırlatır! Büyük ve parıltılı bir patlama olur. Büyü yaratığa çarptığı anda, yaratık etrafa yayılan büyüleyici mor kristal tozlarına dönüşerek yok olur.
PANEL 10
Sahne: Lunair kazandığını görünce önce şok olur. Ardından yüzünde kocaman, çocuksu ve heyecanlı bir gülümseme belirir. Gerçek dünyadaki o sıkıcı, monoton hayatından sonra ilk defa bu kadar eğlendiğini ve yaşadığını hissetmektedir. Yumruğunu havaya kaldırır.
Diyalog (Lunair): "Başardım... Gerçekten büyü yaptım! Bu... bu inanılmaz eğlenceli!"
PANEL 11
Sahne (Geniş Açı): Lunair sakinleşip uzağa baktığında, ufukta gökyüzüne doğru yükselen, etrafı devasa kristal bariyerlerle çevrili, kuleleri ve büyüleyici mimarisi olan kaleye benzer dev bir şehir (krallık) görür.
PANEL 12
Sahne (Kapanış): Lunair, kulaklığı hala boynunda asılı bir şekilde, arkasında süzülen Ay Ruhu ile birlikte yüzünde meraklı ve kararlı bir gülümsemeyle o büyük kaleye doğru patika yoldan yürümeye başlar.
Here’s a 2-panel manhwa prompt designed for a novel-to-manhwa generator, with the same MC kept consistent across both panels:

> Create a 2-panel vertical full-color Korean action-fantasy manhwa scene. Keep the protagonist's appearance EXACTLY consistent between both panels.

MC character: A young adult male, pale skin, long messy black hair falling around his shoulders, sharp facial features, dark violet eyes, slender but athletic build. He is wearing extremely old, dirty, torn ragged clothing made from rough brown-gray fabric, with several visible tears and patches. He looks poor and exhausted but still has a naturally imposing presence.

PANEL 1 — Awakening:
Early morning inside a small, shabby wooden house. Warm golden sunlight 🌄 enters through a cracked wooden window, illuminating floating dust particles. The room is poor and nearly empty: an old wooden bed, a broken stool, a rough table, cracked walls, and a few worn-out objects. The MC suddenly wakes up on the thin bed, sitting upright with messy hair, looking around in complete confusion. His hands grip the dirty blanket as he tries to understand where he is. His expression is bewildered and cautious.
Camera: medium shot from the corner of the room, showing both the MC and the poor surroundings.

PANEL 2 — The System Appears:
A mysterious translucent blue holographic system interface suddenly materializes directly in front of the MC, illuminating his confused face with blue light. The interface contains clear futuristic text: [SYSTEM INITIALIZATION COMPLETE] and [HOST DETECTED]. The MC leans forward, staring intensely at the interface, his eyes widened in disbelief. His ragged clothes and the shabby room remain clearly visible. Morning sunlight continues streaming through the cracked window behind him, creating a contrast between the warm natural light and the cold blue glow of the system.

Art style: premium Korean action-fantasy manhwa, full-color webtoon, cinematic lighting, clean sharp linework, detailed facial expressions, realistic proportions, dramatic cel shading, atmospheric backgrounds, highly detailed environment, beautiful morning sunlight, subtle blue holographic effects, serious tone, immersive storytelling, professional manhwa panel composition.

Do not make it romantic, cute, chibi, comedic, or childish. No modern objects, no modern clothing, no futuristic room. Keep the protagonist's face, hair, body proportions, clothing and age identical in both panels.
‏ Create an ultra-premium Korean fantasy webtoon illustration with breathtaking cinematic quality. The artwork should have an elegant digital painting style that combines clean, razor-sharp anime line art with semi-realistic rendering. Every detail must appear meticulously crafted, including realistic anatomy, expressive facial features, perfectly proportioned body structure, detailed hands, and naturally flowing poses.

The face should be highly attractive with smooth skin, delicate facial structure, defined jawline, subtle blush tones, realistic lips, detailed eyelashes, and extremely expressive eyes that immediately draw attention. The eyes must contain multiple layers of color, glowing reflections, crystal-like highlights, soft gradients, realistic pupils, and magical light that gives them depth and emotion.

Hair should be incredibly detailed with thousands of individual strands, natural volume, soft gradients, realistic highlights, transparent flyaway hairs, and smooth movement influenced by wind or magical energy. Every strand should catch the light differently to create depth and realism.

Lighting must be cinematic and dramatic. Use soft volumetric lighting, powerful rim lighting around the silhouette, realistic global illumination, ambient bounce lighting, cinematic backlighting, bloom effects, god rays passing through the environment, glowing particles floating in the air, atmospheric haze, subtle lens flare, and soft shadows with realistic transitions.

The color grading should feel like a high-budget fantasy film. Use deep blacks, soft whites, silver-gray tones, rich blues, elegant purples, crimson red accents, emerald green highlights, golden warm lighting, and balanced color harmony. Colors should be vibrant but never oversaturated, with high contrast while maintaining natural gradients and soft transitions.

The clothing should be richly designed with layered fabrics, intricate embroidery, metallic ornaments, leather textures, polished armor pieces, elegant accessories, flowing capes, belts, jewelry, magical symbols, and realistic cloth physics reacting naturally to movement.

Magic effects should be breathtaking. Include glowing aura, magical circles, floating runes, energy particles, sparks, mist, smoke, light streaks, energy waves, crystal fragments, glowing dust, and swirling supernatural power. The magical energy should illuminate nearby objects naturally.

The environment should feel alive and immersive. Include cinematic depth, atmospheric perspective, volumetric fog, realistic weather effects, floating leaves, drifting petals, snow, rain, dust, ruins, castles, forests, mountains, ancient temples, fantasy architecture, glowing crystals, waterfalls, clouds, or any environment matching the scene. The background should remain highly detailed while keeping the character as the main focus.

Use dynamic camera composition inspired by modern cinematic storytelling. Employ low-angle shots for powerful characters, high-angle shots for vulnerable moments, dramatic perspective, depth of field, foreground elements, layered composition, and strong visual storytelling.

Rendering quality must be exceptional. Every texture should appear ultra-clean and polished, including skin, fabric, metal, stone, wood, water, fire, smoke, and magical effects. Surfaces should have realistic reflections, subtle roughness variation, and physically believable lighting interactions.

The atmosphere should convey grandeur, mystery, emotion, and epic fantasy. The artwork should feel like the cover illustration of a top-tier Korean fantasy webtoon.

Ultra-detailed.
Masterpiece.
Best quality.
Professional concept art.
Premium digital painting.
Cinematic fantasy illustration.
High-end Korean webtoon aesthetic.
Elegant composition.
Ultra-clean rendering.
Sharp focus.
Highly detailed.
Volumetric lighting.
Global illumination.
Ambient occlusion.
Realistic shadows.
Soft bloom.
Depth of field.
Perfect anatomy.
Detailed eyes.
Detailed hair.
Flowing fabrics.
Magical atmosphere.
Epic fantasy.
8K resolution.
Extremely high detail.
Award-winning illustration. ال الرسم حلو بس وكمان في شوية تعليمات حمراء على عين ملك الدم يعني حد عينه فاضي كله عيون البطل الحمراء راح يكون بأسلوب الرسم بس @Skapa en bild
Characters:
* Alexander (Alex): 24, works in a garage. loved her very much. Black hair, dark eyes.
* Lucienne (Lucy): 20, owns a cafe. Cares about him very much. Blonde wavy hair, turquoise eyes.

They are married while Lucy is in the sixed month pregnant. 
It’s the afternoon and Alex is working in the garage without a shirt and a tattoo on his one arm on his motorcycle (Yamaha r1) while Lucy is in the kitchen in their house preparing lunch. But a woman named Sarah with a tight black skirt and black hair enters the garden and looks from the window into the kitchen where she sees Lucy. She works together with Alex in the company. She’s jealous of Lucy because she loves Alex too. So she asked Lucy where Alex is because she has some “things” to talk with him about the company but she clearly wants something different from him 
Continue on your own 
MORE than six pages would be perfect
Kaito, 20 year old skinny guy who is  lift and carry enthusiast, asks if she can lift the kitchen table. Asuna tries and lifts it with her arms and then tries with her legs. Kaito becomes so nervous and gulps. Then she asks if she can lift the TV. She does that as well. Kaita is enjoying the sight. Asuna is giggling. Asuna is a 4'11 skinny girl with long black hair, 20 years old, and is wearing a long white dress with bare feet.
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.

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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.

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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.

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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.”

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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.

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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 20 – The Worst Kept Secret

The next morning…

Jennie had one mission.

Act normal.

That was it.

No smiling.

No looking at Felix.

No acting different.

Simple.

Except…

It was impossible.

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Jennie walked into the dorm kitchen.

Her blonde hair was styled perfectly, and she wore a black oversized hoodie, baggy cargo pants, and black sneakers.

She grabbed a drink.

Everyone stared.

⸻

She stopped.

“What?”

Nobody answered.

Jennie looked around.

“Why is everyone looking at me?”

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Han slowly put down his spoon.

His messy brown hair was sticking up, and he wore an oversized green hoodie, black jeans, and white sneakers.

“Interesting.”

Jennie narrowed her eyes.

“What does that mean?”

“Nothing.”

“Han.”

“Absolutely nothing.”

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Lisa walked in.

Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was perfectly styled. She wore a black bomber jacket, graphic shirt, cargo pants, and colorful sneakers.

She looked between Jennie and Felix.

Then smiled.

“Oh.”

Jennie immediately pointed.

“No.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Your face did.”

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Felix entered.

His soft black hair was slightly messy, and he wore a black varsity jacket, white shirt, athletic pants, and basketball sneakers.

The second Jennie saw him…

She looked away.

The second Felix saw her…

He smiled.

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Everyone noticed.

Immediately.

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Rosé walked in laughing.

Her lavender hair fell over her oversized cardigan. She wore ripped jeans and white boots.

“Oh no.”

“What?”

“They’re doing the thing.”

Han nodded.

“The thing.”

Jennie looked confused.

“What thing?”

Jisoo smiled.

Her dark red hair rested neatly over one shoulder. She wore a cream sweater, black pants, and ankle boots.

“The thing where you pretend you don’t like each other.”

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Jennie froze.

“We don’t.”

Felix answered at the same time.

“We don’t.”

Everyone stared.

⸻

Hyunjin entered dramatically.

His blond hair was perfectly styled, and he wore an oversized sweater, black pants, layered necklaces, and clean sneakers.

“Perfect synchronization.”

Han sighed.

“Please stop making everything sound like a drama.”

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At school…

It was even worse.

Because apparently…

The whole friend group had eyes.

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In class, Jennie was trying to focus.

The teacher was talking.

The board was full of notes.

Everything was normal.

Until Felix passed her a note.

She opened it.

“You okay?”

Jennie looked over.

Felix smiled.

She wrote back.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

A few seconds later, another note came back.

“Because you’re avoiding looking at me.”

Jennie stared.

Then wrote:

“Because you’re distracting.”

Felix smiled.

“Good distracting?”

Jennie paused.

Then wrote:

“Don’t push it.”

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Han, sitting behind them, saw the notes.

He leaned toward Lisa.

“They’re literally flirting through homework.”

Lisa smiled.

“Should we tell them?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“This is too funny.”

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After class, Felix caught up with Jennie.

“You know everyone knows something is different.”

Jennie sighed.

“They know everything.”

“Probably.”

“I hate that.”

Felix smiled.

“No you don’t.”

Jennie looked at him.

“You’re annoying.”

“But?”

She tried not to smile.

“But…”

She looked away.

“You’re less annoying now.”

⸻

Felix laughed.

“That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

“Too late.”

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From across the hallway…

Han watched them.

“Do you think they’ll ever admit it?”

Lisa shook her head.

“No.”

Rosé smiled.

“But they don’t need to.”

Jisoo nodded.

“They already know.”

⸻

And that was the funniest part.

Jennie and Felix spent months fighting.

Roasting each other.

Trying to prove they were nothing alike.

But somehow…

The person who annoyed them the most…

Became the person they looked for first.
Chapter 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.

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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.

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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.

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Hyunjin

Leaning against a classroom doorway was Hyunjin.

His long blond hair was perfectly styled, making him look like he had stepped straight out of a fashion magazine.

He wore an oversized cream sweater, black wide-leg trousers, layered silver necklaces, and clean designer sneakers.

He was artistic, dramatic, and believed every ordinary moment deserved movie-level slow motion.

⸻

The first bell echoed through the school.

Jennie adjusted the headphones around her neck.

Felix bounced his basketball one last time.

Neither of them knew it yet…

But before the day was over, they would already be arguing.
Got it — shifting tone to celebratory, relaxed post–business success, still manhwa-style.

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CHAPTER: “SUCCESS IN SOFT LIGHT”
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The moment the suite door clicked shut, the atmosphere changed.

Not into silence.

Into relief.

⸻

BLACKPINK had finally stepped out of schedules, meetings, and structured voices.

And into their own space again.

⸻

The hotel suite was warm and spacious—floor-to-ceiling windows showing a glowing night skyline, soft golden lamps already turned on, and a quiet living area arranged like it was waiting for something personal to happen.

A bottle of sparkling water sat chilled on the counter.

Someone had already sent fruit platters.

A handwritten note from the management team rested near the table:

“Congratulations on a successful business trip.”

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Jisoo was the first to exhale fully.

She loosened the strap of her bag and set the folder down without perfect alignment this time—just enough to signal she was off duty.

Her white tailored blouse had its sleeves rolled slightly now, no longer strict. Her dark wavy hair slipped free from its pins as she walked further inside, finally letting it fall naturally around her shoulders.

She looked around once.

Then smiled.

Small. Real.

“We did well.”

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Jennie dropped onto the couch first like gravity had permission again.

Her beige blazer came off in one smooth motion, revealing the fitted black top underneath. She kicked off her shoes gently, exhaling as if releasing an entire day through one breath.

Her straight dark hair fell over her shoulders as she leaned back, phone forgotten for the first time in hours.

“Finally,” she said, half-smiling. “A room that doesn’t want anything from us.”

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Rosé walked to the window first.

Blonde hair catching the skyline glow like soft gold threads. She slipped off her gray blazer, leaving her cream blouse slightly relaxed at the collar. She held onto the railing of the window for a second, just looking out.

Then she smiled.

“We finished everything.”

Her voice was lighter than it had been all day.

Like music returning after paperwork.

⸻

Lisa kicked off her sneakers near the entrance without even placing them neatly.

Lisa

Her brown hair was loosened fully now, strands falling freely around her face. She tugged off her cropped jacket and tossed it onto the couch without ceremony, rolling her shoulders like she was shaking off invisible choreography.

Then she grinned.

“We survived meetings without falling asleep. That’s a win.”

⸻

Jennie laughed first.

Short. Real.

Then Rosé followed.

Then even Jisoo let out a soft, rare laugh.

⸻

It wasn’t loud like a stage.

It didn’t need to be.

⸻

Jisoo walked to the table, picking up the fruit platter.

“This is probably celebration food.”

She looked at it.

“…or reward food.”

⸻

Jennie raised an eyebrow.

“It’s definitely ‘we didn’t burn the strategy deck’ food.”

⸻

Rosé sat on the arm of the couch, legs tucked slightly, blonde hair spilling over her shoulder.

“I think we should call it ‘we did everything and didn’t argue too much’ food.”

⸻

Lisa pointed at her.

“That’s inaccurate. We did argue.”

⸻

Jennie nodded.

“But productively.”

⸻

Jisoo added calmly.

“With structure.”

⸻

A pause.

Then all four looked at each other.

And burst into a second round of laughter.

⸻

This one lingered longer.

⸻

The room finally felt like theirs.

Not a meeting room.

Not a hallway.

Not a schedule.

Just a shared space where success could sit down with them.

⸻

Rosé opened the balcony door slightly.

Cool air drifted in.

“Should we go out there?”

⸻

Jennie groaned lightly.

“No. I refuse to be philosophical on a balcony tonight.”

⸻

Lisa immediately stood.

“I’m going.”

⸻

Jisoo followed without hesitation.

⸻

Rosé smiled.

“…I guess I’m going too.”

⸻

Jennie stared at them.

Then sighed dramatically.

“Fine.”

⸻

Five seconds later, they were all outside.

City lights stretching endlessly in front of them like a quiet reward.

⸻

No stage.

No audience.

No conference tables.

Just four women leaning against a balcony railing, letting the night finally feel like it belonged to them.

⸻

Jisoo spoke softly.

“We finished it well.”

⸻

Jennie nodded.

“We did.”

⸻

Rosé closed her eyes for a moment, blonde hair moving slightly in the wind.

“We should do this more often.”

⸻

Lisa smirked.

“Business trips?”

⸻

Rosé opened her eyes.

“Winning them.”

⸻

Silence followed.

But it wasn’t empty.

It was satisfied.

⸻

Somewhere behind them, the room stayed warm.

Somewhere ahead of them, the city kept glowing.

And for the first time that day—

nothing needed to be planned.

Only felt.
Chapter 29 – Battle of the DJs

Friday night.

The biggest student DJ competition of the year.

The prize?

A trophy.

Bragging rights.

And a chance to perform at the city’s annual youth music festival.

⸻

The competition was being held at one of the city’s biggest music clubs.

Since it was a school-sponsored event for student performers, there were teachers, security, and families in attendance. The dance floor was packed, the lights flashed across the room, and a huge stage stood at the center with an impressive DJ booth.

The atmosphere was electric.

⸻

Jennie stepped backstage.

Her blonde hair was styled in loose waves with a few silver clips catching the lights. She wore a black cropped leather jacket over a silver top, baggy black cargo pants, fingerless gloves, and black combat boots.

She looked calm.

At least on the outside.

⸻

Felix found her adjusting her headphones.

His black hair was neatly styled, and he wore a black varsity jacket over a fitted black T-shirt, dark athletic pants, and white sneakers.

“Nervous?”

Jennie didn’t even look up.

“No.”

“Liar.”

“I’m professionally nervous.”

Felix laughed.

“I’ll allow that.”

⸻

Han suddenly burst through the backstage curtain.

His messy brown hair looked even messier than usual. He wore a green hoodie under a denim jacket with black jeans.

“I HAVE NEWS!”

Jennie sighed.

“Is it good news?”

“No.”

“Then I don’t want it.”

⸻

Lisa walked in behind him.

Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was perfectly curled. She wore a black jacket, silver cargo pants, and platform boots.

“The audience is huge.”

Rosé smiled.

Her lavender hair shimmered under the stage lights. She wore a lavender jacket, ripped jeans, and white boots.

“They’re already cheering.”

⸻

Jisoo adjusted Jennie’s jacket.

Her red hair was tied into a sleek ponytail, and she wore a cream blazer, black pants, and ankle boots.

“You’ve practiced for this.”

“You’ve got it.”

⸻

Hyunjin looked around dramatically.

His blond hair was perfectly styled, and he wore a black designer-style jacket with layered necklaces.

“The energy…”

Han interrupted.

“Can you stop narrating life for five minutes?”

⸻

An announcer stepped onto the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen…”

“Welcome to the Battle of the DJs!”

The crowd erupted.

Music blasted through the speakers.

Lights swept across the room.

⸻

Contestants took turns performing.

Each one had ten minutes.

Each one received huge cheers.

Jennie watched quietly.

Felix stood beside her.

“You ready?”

She nodded once.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

⸻

“And now…”

“Our final contestant…”

“JENNIE!”

The entire club cheered.

⸻

Jennie walked onto the stage.

The lights dimmed.

She placed her headphones on.

Closed her eyes.

Pressed play.

⸻

The first beat hit.

The crowd exploded.

Jennie mixed songs effortlessly, building the energy with every transition.

The dance floor filled in seconds.

Even the judges leaned forward.

⸻

Backstage…

Han’s mouth dropped open.

“Okay…”

“I knew she was good.”

“I didn’t know she was THAT good.”

Lisa smiled proudly.

“Told you.”

⸻

Felix couldn’t stop smiling.

He folded his arms.

“She’s incredible.”

Rosé looked at him.

“You’ve got the biggest smile in the room.”

Felix immediately looked away.

“I do not.”

“You absolutely do.”

⸻

Jennie’s final transition hit.

The lights flashed.

The crowd clapped in rhythm.

By the end of her set…

The entire club was cheering her name.

“JENNIE!”

“JENNIE!”

“JENNIE!”

⸻

She walked backstage, trying to stay cool.

“So…”

Han ran over.

“So?!”

“You nearly blew the roof off this place!”

Jennie laughed.

“Relax.”

“I will not relax!”

⸻

Felix walked up.

“You were amazing.”

Jennie smiled.

“You’ve said that before.”

“I’ll probably say it again.”

She nudged his shoulder.

“Careful.”

“Why?”

“You keep giving me compliments.”

He grinned.

“I’m just telling the truth.”

⸻

The announcer returned to the stage.

“The judges have made their decision.”

The room became silent.

“In third place…”

Cheers echoed.

“In second place…”

More applause.

Jennie squeezed her hands together.

Felix noticed.

Without saying anything…

He gently gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

She looked at him.

He simply smiled.

⸻

“And this year’s Battle of the DJs champion is…”

A dramatic pause.

“…JENNIE!”

The entire club erupted.

Han jumped so high he nearly knocked over a chair.

Lisa screamed.

Rosé hugged Jisoo.

Hyunjin dramatically fell to one knee.

“I KNEW IT!”

⸻

Jennie stood frozen.

“Me?”

The announcer laughed.

“Yes, you.”

Felix gently nudged her.

“Go.”

“You won.”

⸻

Jennie walked onto the stage.

The trophy was placed in her hands.

She looked out at the cheering crowd.

Then down at her friends.

Then at Felix.

He gave her a thumbs-up.

She smiled.

A real one.

The biggest smile anyone had seen from her.

⸻

Han yelled from the front row,

“Speech!”

Jennie picked up the microphone.

“I only have one thing to say…”

The crowd waited.

She looked directly at Han.

“…You’re still annoying.”

The whole club burst into laughter.

Han placed a hand over his heart.

“I’ve never been so honored.”

Felix laughed harder than anyone else.

And somehow…

Winning the competition felt amazing.

But celebrating it with the people who had become her family…

Made it even better.
A Girl wake up in her bed and realized she has transformed into a swan. That Girl who now a Swan is in panic and look into mirror.
The Girl who now a Swan says: "wow i look cute as a swan". The Girl who now a Swan begann to swing her wings and says: "wait i can
fly" and begann to fly outside. The Girl who now a Swan has lot of fun flying outside. The Girl who now a Swan After flying she fly back at home.
At Home thinks The Girl who now a Swan it dosent matter if she a swan or not. it get dark The Girl who now a Swan transform back into a Girl
The Girl so happy to be herself again. At next moring she wake up again as a swan. The Girl who now a Swan says: "NOT AGAIN"
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.
Characters:
* Alexander (Alex): 24, works in a garage. loved her very much. Black hair, dark eyes.
* Lucienne (Lucy): 20, owns a cafe. Cares about him very much. Blonde wavy hair, turquoise eyes.

They are married while Lucy is in the sixed month pregnant. 
It’s the afternoon and Alex is working in the garage without a shirt and a tattoo on his one arm on his motorcycle (Yamaha r1) while Lucy is in the kitchen in their house preparing lunch. But a woman named Sarah with a tight black skirt and black hair enters the garden and looks from the window into the kitchen where she sees Lucy. She works together with Alex in the company. She’s jealous of Lucy because she loves Alex too. So she asked Lucy where Alex is because she has some “things” to talk with him about the company 
It’s like a normal life 
Continue on your own 
More than six pages would be perfect
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.
Photo 2 now the size of a mountain nearly at the end of his life as photo 1 age 2,789 years old but still young now wearing red and purple with red lipstick blue makeup and a purple diamond in her forehead sad that her old friend life is coming to a end but he has a tiny baby he want her to take cares of the baby is small enough to fit in her hand she tells phot 2 she is now level 932 and she received the title of beast God saying it’s ok if he dies he has lived a long life crying as she stands on his nose looking into his massive eye as he takes his last breath
Chapter 1 – The Worst First Impression

The first bell hadn’t even rung, but the school was already buzzing with students.

Everyone had heard of the school’s two biggest stars.

Not because they were friends.

Because they couldn’t stand each other.

⸻

Jennie

Jennie walked through the hallway with effortless confidence. Her long, silky black hair, styled with soft curtain bangs like her iconic “Ice Cream” and “How You Like That” looks, flowed neatly over her shoulders. Her expression was calm and unreadable, making her seem intimidating without even trying.

She wore an oversized charcoal-gray hoodie over loose black cargo jeans with silver chains hanging from the pockets. Black-and-white high-top sneakers completed her outfit, while large silver headphones rested around her neck. A small silver ring decorated one finger, and her black backpack was covered with tiny music pins.

Everyone knew Jennie.

She was the school’s legendary DJ.

She made incredible remixes for pep rallies, dances, and school events.

She was also famous for roasting people with perfectly timed one-liners.

Most students were too scared to argue with her.

⸻

Felix

Outside the gym, Felix dribbled a basketball across the court.

His soft black hair was slightly messy after early morning practice, falling naturally over his forehead. He had warm brown eyes and an easy smile that made almost everyone like him instantly.

He wore a white athletic T-shirt underneath a black-and-red varsity jacket, relaxed black athletic pants, white crew socks, and spotless white basketball sneakers.

He was captain of the basketball team and one of the most popular students in school.

Girls constantly tried to talk to him.

He still didn’t understand why.

⸻

Jisoo

Walking toward class with a stack of neatly organized books was Jisoo.

Her long dark red hair shimmered under the hallway lights, perfectly brushed and tucked behind one ear. She carried herself with quiet confidence and always looked elegant.

She wore a cream-colored knit sweater, a black pleated skirt over black tights, and polished ankle boots. Small pearl earrings and a delicate silver necklace completed her look.

She was kind, responsible, and somehow always ended up cleaning up everyone else’s chaos.

⸻

Rosé

Music drifted from the auditorium where Rosé was helping set up sound equipment.

Her long lavender hair was loose with gentle waves flowing down her back. She had a relaxed smile that instantly made people feel comfortable.

She wore an oversized lavender cardigan over a simple white T-shirt, ripped light-blue jeans, and chunky white boots. Around one wrist were colorful friendship bracelets she had made herself.

She loved music almost as much as Jennie did.

⸻

Lisa

Standing beside Rosé was Lisa.

Her long ash-blonde hair with straight bangs framed her bright smile perfectly. Her eyes sparkled with mischief, usually because she was about to cause some harmless trouble.

She wore an oversized black bomber jacket, a bright graphic T-shirt, loose cargo pants, and colorful sneakers covered with tiny paint splatter designs.

Lisa loved dancing, laughing, and making every situation ten times more chaotic.

⸻

Han

Han hurried through the hallway carrying way too many notebooks.

His soft brown hair looked like he had forgotten to brush it after waking up, giving him a permanently messy look.

He wore a green hoodie under a denim jacket, dark jeans, and comfortable sneakers.

He talked nonstop, laughed at nearly everything, and somehow always knew the latest school gossip before anyone else.

⸻

Hyunjin

Leaning against a classroom doorway was Hyunjin.

His long blond hair was perfectly styled, making him look like he had stepped straight out of a fashion magazine.

He wore an oversized cream sweater, black wide-leg trousers, layered silver necklaces, and clean designer sneakers.

He was artistic, dramatic, and believed every ordinary moment deserved movie-level slow motion.

⸻

The first bell echoed through the school.

Jennie adjusted the headphones around her neck.

Felix bounced his basketball one last time.

Neither of them knew it yet…

But before the day was over, they would already be arguing.
Got it — shifting tone to celebratory, relaxed post–business success, still manhwa-style.

⸻
CHAPTER: “SUCCESS IN SOFT LIGHT”
⸻

The moment the suite door clicked shut, the atmosphere changed.

Not into silence.

Into relief.

⸻

BLACKPINK had finally stepped out of schedules, meetings, and structured voices.

And into their own space again.

⸻

The hotel suite was warm and spacious—floor-to-ceiling windows showing a glowing night skyline, soft golden lamps already turned on, and a quiet living area arranged like it was waiting for something personal to happen.

A bottle of sparkling water sat chilled on the counter.

Someone had already sent fruit platters.

A handwritten note from the management team rested near the table:

“Congratulations on a successful business trip.”

⸻

Jisoo was the first to exhale fully.

She loosened the strap of her bag and set the folder down without perfect alignment this time—just enough to signal she was off duty.

Her white tailored blouse had its sleeves rolled slightly now, no longer strict. Her dark wavy hair slipped free from its pins as she walked further inside, finally letting it fall naturally around her shoulders.

She looked around once.

Then smiled.

Small. Real.

“We did well.”

⸻

Jennie dropped onto the couch first like gravity had permission again.

Her beige blazer came off in one smooth motion, revealing the fitted black top underneath. She kicked off her shoes gently, exhaling as if releasing an entire day through one breath.

Her straight dark hair fell over her shoulders as she leaned back, phone forgotten for the first time in hours.

“Finally,” she said, half-smiling. “A room that doesn’t want anything from us.”

⸻

Rosé walked to the window first.

Blonde hair catching the skyline glow like soft gold threads. She slipped off her gray blazer, leaving her cream blouse slightly relaxed at the collar. She held onto the railing of the window for a second, just looking out.

Then she smiled.

“We finished everything.”

Her voice was lighter than it had been all day.

Like music returning after paperwork.

⸻

Lisa kicked off her sneakers near the entrance without even placing them neatly.

Lisa

Her brown hair was loosened fully now, strands falling freely around her face. She tugged off her cropped jacket and tossed it onto the couch without ceremony, rolling her shoulders like she was shaking off invisible choreography.

Then she grinned.

“We survived meetings without falling asleep. That’s a win.”

⸻

Jennie laughed first.

Short. Real.

Then Rosé followed.

Then even Jisoo let out a soft, rare laugh.

⸻

It wasn’t loud like a stage.

It didn’t need to be.

⸻

Jisoo walked to the table, picking up the fruit platter.

“This is probably celebration food.”

She looked at it.

“…or reward food.”

⸻

Jennie raised an eyebrow.

“It’s definitely ‘we didn’t burn the strategy deck’ food.”

⸻

Rosé sat on the arm of the couch, legs tucked slightly, blonde hair spilling over her shoulder.

“I think we should call it ‘we did everything and didn’t argue too much’ food.”

⸻

Lisa pointed at her.

“That’s inaccurate. We did argue.”

⸻

Jennie nodded.

“But productively.”

⸻

Jisoo added calmly.

“With structure.”

⸻

A pause.

Then all four looked at each other.

And burst into a second round of laughter.

⸻

This one lingered longer.

⸻

The room finally felt like theirs.

Not a meeting room.

Not a hallway.

Not a schedule.

Just a shared space where success could sit down with them.

⸻

Rosé opened the balcony door slightly.

Cool air drifted in.

“Should we go out there?”

⸻

Jennie groaned lightly.

“No. I refuse to be philosophical on a balcony tonight.”

⸻

Lisa immediately stood.

“I’m going.”

⸻

Jisoo followed without hesitation.

⸻

Rosé smiled.

“…I guess I’m going too.”

⸻

Jennie stared at them.

Then sighed dramatically.

“Fine.”

⸻

Five seconds later, they were all outside.

City lights stretching endlessly in front of them like a quiet reward.

⸻

No stage.

No audience.

No conference tables.

Just four women leaning against a balcony railing, letting the night finally feel like it belonged to them.

⸻

Jisoo spoke softly.

“We finished it well.”

⸻

Jennie nodded.

“We did.”

⸻

Rosé closed her eyes for a moment, blonde hair moving slightly in the wind.

“We should do this more often.”

⸻

Lisa smirked.

“Business trips?”

⸻

Rosé opened her eyes.

“Winning them.”

⸻

Silence followed.

But it wasn’t empty.

It was satisfied.

⸻

Somewhere behind them, the room stayed warm.

Somewhere ahead of them, the city kept glowing.

And for the first time that day—

nothing needed to be planned.

Only felt.
The airport exit doors slid open with a soft mechanical hiss.

Cool evening air spilled inside, mixing with the warm indoor lights for a brief moment of contrast—like two worlds touching before separating again.

Outside: waiting cars, muted city hum, fading daylight.
Inside: arrivals, reunions, footsteps, and softened laughter.

⸻

BLACKPINK moved together through the terminal like a quiet formation returning from work.

Each of them looked more human now than polished.

⸻

Jisoo walked slightly ahead, calm and composed.
Her dark hair was styled in soft natural waves, slightly loosened from travel, falling neatly around her shoulders. She wore a cream-white fitted knit top layered under a light beige trench coat, paired with straight black trousers and simple flats. Her look was minimal, elegant, and grounded—airport-ready but still unmistakably refined. Her bag hung neatly from one shoulder, posture steady as always.

⸻

Jennie followed beside her, phone in one hand but no longer focused on it.
Her dark hair was straight and sleek, parted cleanly in the middle, resting smoothly over her shoulders. She wore a black fitted top under an oversized charcoal blazer, paired with relaxed tailored trousers and clean sneakers—mixing structure with comfort. Her expression was relaxed but alert, eyes scanning the crowd once before softening.

⸻

Rosé walked slightly behind, blonde hair glowing under the terminal lights like soft golden thread.
It was loosely styled in gentle waves, slightly tousled from travel but still delicate. She wore a soft ivory blouse layered under a pale gray cardigan, with flowing wide-leg trousers and simple shoes. Her look felt airy and gentle, almost like she belonged more to music than to airports. She held a small tote bag close to her side, posture calm.

⸻

And then—

movement ahead.

⸻

A shift in energy.

⸻

Lisa appeared through the arrival gate.

Her brown hair was tied loosely into a low ponytail, slightly messy from travel, with soft strands framing her face. She wore a black oversized hoodie layered over a fitted tank top, paired with relaxed cargo pants and comfortable sneakers—practical, effortless, lived-in. A small travel bag hung from her shoulder as she stepped forward quickly, eyes already searching.

⸻

And then she saw them.

And everything softened.

⸻

Because running toward her were two small figures.

Noah and Ari.

⸻

Noah wore a soft casual hoodie with light joggers, his hair neatly cut but slightly tousled from movement, eyes bright with excitement as he ran forward.

Ari followed right behind in a pastel jacket and leggings, hair tied into a small neat style that bounced slightly as she ran, her expression bright and full of anticipation.

⸻

Lisa dropped her bag slightly without thinking.

Her face changed instantly.

From tired traveler—

to something much warmer.

⸻

She crouched just in time.

“Noah… Ari…”

⸻

Both children collided into her at once.

“Mom!!”

⸻

Lisa wrapped her arms around them tightly, closing her eyes for a moment.

Her voice softened completely.

“I missed you both so much.”

⸻

Behind them, a few steps back—

I.N stood watching quietly.

His hair was softly styled, slightly relaxed from travel, and he wore a neutral-toned jacket over a simple shirt with slim pants—clean, understated, comfortable. His posture was relaxed, hands in pockets, expression gentle as he observed the reunion without interrupting it.

⸻

A few steps further back—

BLACKPINK watched.

⸻

Jennie tilted her head slightly, arms loosely crossed.
Her sleek dark hair framed her face as she observed the moment, expression shifting into something knowingly amused. Her black blazer hung open now, showing her fitted top underneath.

⸻

Rosé smiled softly, blonde hair glowing under the airport lighting as she looked at Lisa with the kids. Her cardigan hung loosely off one shoulder now, posture gentle, eyes warm.

⸻

Jisoo stood calmly, dark wavy hair framing her composed expression. Her beige trench coat moved slightly as she shifted her weight, hands resting lightly on her bag strap, watching with quiet understanding.

⸻

Lisa slowly stood again, still holding Noah’s hand while Ari stayed close at her side.

She brushed a loose strand of brown hair away from her face, exhaling.

Then looked at BLACKPINK.

“…Don’t say anything.”

⸻

Jennie raised an eyebrow.

“We didn’t say anything.”

⸻

Lisa narrowed her eyes.

“You were thinking loudly.”

⸻

Rosé laughed softly.

“We always are.”

⸻

Noah looked up at the group.

“Mom, who are they?”

⸻

Lisa glanced at them.

“My friends.”

A beat.

“…and occasional chaos.”

⸻

Ari tilted her head.

“Are they nice?”

⸻

Lisa paused.

Then nodded.

“Yes.”

Another pause.

“…mostly.”

⸻

Jennie placed a hand on her chest.

“Mostly?!”

⸻

Jisoo smiled faintly.

“That sounds accurate.”

⸻

Rosé leaned slightly toward the children.

“We’re very nice.”

⸻

Noah nodded seriously.

“Okay. That’s acceptable.”

⸻

Lisa sighed.

“I’m surrounded.”

⸻

Jennie smirked.

“Correct.”

⸻

As they all began walking toward the exit together, the group formed an unusual but natural formation:

business trip returns, childhood energy, and quiet family warmth all moving in the same direction.

⸻

Jennie glanced at Lisa.

“So… full-time mom mode?”

⸻

Lisa adjusted Ari gently on her side.

“It never turns off.”

⸻

Rosé smiled.

“That explains your schedule discipline.”

⸻

Lisa gave her a look.

“Don’t analyze my parenting.”

⸻

Jisoo spoke calmly.

“It’s efficient.”

⸻

Lisa sighed.

“…That’s not a compliment.”

⸻

Noah tugged her sleeve again.

“Food now?”

⸻

Lisa immediately nodded.

“Yes.”

Then turned toward BLACKPINK.

“And I choose the restaurant.”

⸻

Jennie paused.

“…Fine.”

⸻

Rosé smiled.

“Mom wins again.”

⸻

Jisoo added softly.

“As expected.”

⸻

Lisa smirked slightly, holding both kids’ hands as they walked.

“Good.”

⸻

And as they stepped out into the open air—

it wasn’t a return to fame.

Or business.

Or schedules.

⸻

It was simply a group of people walking forward together—

hair slightly undone, clothes relaxed, laughter waiting just ahead of them in the next moment.
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
Chapter 13 – The Class Where Everyone Noticed

Monday morning.

School.

The place where everyone pretended they were focused…

But really?

Everyone was watching everyone else.

Especially Jennie and Felix.

⸻

Jennie walked into class.

Her long black hair with soft curtain bangs framed her face. She wore an oversized black hoodie, baggy cargo pants with silver chains, black-and-white sneakers, and her silver headphones hanging around her neck.

She sat down at her desk.

Then immediately noticed something.

Felix was sitting two seats away.

⸻

Felix looked up.

His soft black hair was slightly messy, and he wore a black varsity jacket over a white T-shirt, black athletic pants, and white basketball sneakers.

They stared at each other.

One second.

Two seconds.

Then both looked away.

⸻

Han noticed immediately.

His soft brown hair was messy, and he wore an oversized green hoodie, black jeans, and white sneakers.

He leaned toward Lisa.

“Something is wrong.”

Lisa smiled.

Her long ash-blonde hair with bangs framed her face, and she wore a black jacket, graphic shirt, cargo pants, and colorful sneakers.

“Something is definitely wrong.”

⸻

Rosé sat behind them.

Her long lavender hair fell over her shoulders. She wore an oversized lavender cardigan, ripped jeans, and white boots.

“They’re acting normal.”

Jisoo looked up.

Her long dark red hair was neatly styled, and she wore a cream sweater, black pants, and ankle boots.

“Which means they’re not normal.”

⸻

The teacher walked in.

“Good morning, class.”

Everyone sat down.

“Today we will be doing partner work.”

The entire class immediately became interested.

Because everyone knew…

Partner work meant chaos.

⸻

The teacher looked at the list.

“Jennie and Felix.”

Silence.

The entire room turned.

Jennie slowly looked at Felix.

Felix slowly looked at Jennie.

“No.”

“Agreed.”

The teacher looked confused.

“You haven’t even started.”

⸻

Han whispered.

“This is going to be amazing.”

Lisa smiled.

“Or a disaster.”

“Both.”

⸻

They moved their desks together.

Felix looked at the assignment.

“Okay. Let’s just finish this.”

Jennie nodded.

“Finally, something we agree on.”

Felix smiled.

“Don’t get emotional.”

Jennie looked at him.

“You’re still annoying.”

“There she is.”

⸻

They started working.

For five minutes…

Everything was peaceful.

Too peaceful.

Then Felix wrote an answer.

Jennie looked at it.

“That is wrong.”

Felix looked offended.

“No, it’s not.”

“It is.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I read.”

The whole group gasped.

Han covered his mouth.

“She attacked his intelligence.”

⸻

Felix smiled.

“Okay, DJ girl.”

Jennie looked up.

“What?”

“You think because you can mix songs, you can solve everything?”

Jennie leaned closer.

“Better than you solving anything with a basketball.”

Everyone laughed.

⸻

Even Felix laughed.

Which surprised Jennie.

Usually he would fight back immediately.

Instead…

He just smiled.

⸻

The teacher walked by.

“Are you two arguing or working?”

Jennie and Felix answered together.

“Working.”

The teacher looked at their paper.

Then looked at them.

“Interesting way of working.”

⸻

During break, everyone surrounded them.

Han pointed.

“You two are different.”

Jennie frowned.

“How?”

“You actually enjoy arguing.”

Felix shrugged.

“We always argued.”

“Yes,” Lisa said.

“But now you smile while doing it.”

Jennie immediately looked away.

“No, I don’t.”

Felix smiled.

“Yes, you do.”

She turned.

“You are not helping.”

⸻

Rosé laughed.

“I think the funniest part is that you both still think nobody notices.”

Jisoo nodded.

“Everyone notices.”

Hyunjin dramatically placed a hand over his heart.

“The enemies-to-friends transformation…”

Han sighed.

“It’s literally just homework.”

⸻

The bell rang.

Everyone returned to their seats.

Jennie packed her bag.

Felix looked over.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“Good job today.”

Jennie raised an eyebrow.

“Was that another compliment?”

“Maybe.”

She smiled slightly.

“You’re getting weird.”

Felix laughed.

“And you’re getting nicer.”

Jennie pointed at him.

“Don’t ruin it.”

⸻

And as they walked out of class…

Everyone knew one thing.

Jennie and Felix were still the same.

Still competitive.

Still annoying.

Still roasting each other.

But now…

There was something else there.

Something neither of them wanted to admit yet.
Chapter 13 – The Class Where Everyone Noticed

Monday morning.

School.

The place where everyone pretended they were focused…

But really?

Everyone was watching everyone else.

Especially Jennie and Felix.

⸻

Jennie walked into class.

Her long black hair with soft curtain bangs framed her face. She wore an oversized black hoodie, baggy cargo pants with silver chains, black-and-white sneakers, and her silver headphones hanging around her neck.

She sat down at her desk.

Then immediately noticed something.

Felix was sitting two seats away.

⸻

Felix looked up.

His soft black hair was slightly messy, and he wore a black varsity jacket over a white T-shirt, black athletic pants, and white basketball sneakers.

They stared at each other.

One second.

Two seconds.

Then both looked away.

⸻

Han noticed immediately.

His soft brown hair was messy, and he wore an oversized green hoodie, black jeans, and white sneakers.

He leaned toward Lisa.

“Something is wrong.”

Lisa smiled.

Her long ash-blonde hair with bangs framed her face, and she wore a black jacket, graphic shirt, cargo pants, and colorful sneakers.

“Something is definitely wrong.”

⸻

Rosé sat behind them.

Her long lavender hair fell over her shoulders. She wore an oversized lavender cardigan, ripped jeans, and white boots.

“They’re acting normal.”

Jisoo looked up.

Her long dark red hair was neatly styled, and she wore a cream sweater, black pants, and ankle boots.

“Which means they’re not normal.”

⸻

The teacher walked in.

“Good morning, class.”

Everyone sat down.

“Today we will be doing partner work.”

The entire class immediately became interested.

Because everyone knew…

Partner work meant chaos.

⸻

The teacher looked at the list.

“Jennie and Felix.”

Silence.

The entire room turned.

Jennie slowly looked at Felix.

Felix slowly looked at Jennie.

“No.”

“Agreed.”

The teacher looked confused.

“You haven’t even started.”

⸻

Han whispered.

“This is going to be amazing.”

Lisa smiled.

“Or a disaster.”

“Both.”

⸻

They moved their desks together.

Felix looked at the assignment.

“Okay. Let’s just finish this.”

Jennie nodded.

“Finally, something we agree on.”

Felix smiled.

“Don’t get emotional.”

Jennie looked at him.

“You’re still annoying.”

“There she is.”

⸻

They started working.

For five minutes…

Everything was peaceful.

Too peaceful.

Then Felix wrote an answer.

Jennie looked at it.

“That is wrong.”

Felix looked offended.

“No, it’s not.”

“It is.”

“How do you know?”

“Because I read.”

The whole group gasped.

Han covered his mouth.

“She attacked his intelligence.”

⸻

Felix smiled.

“Okay, DJ girl.”

Jennie looked up.

“What?”

“You think because you can mix songs, you can solve everything?”

Jennie leaned closer.

“Better than you solving anything with a basketball.”

Everyone laughed.

⸻

Even Felix laughed.

Which surprised Jennie.

Usually he would fight back immediately.

Instead…

He just smiled.

⸻

The teacher walked by.

“Are you two arguing or working?”

Jennie and Felix answered together.

“Working.”

The teacher looked at their paper.

Then looked at them.

“Interesting way of working.”

⸻

During break, everyone surrounded them.

Han pointed.

“You two are different.”

Jennie frowned.

“How?”

“You actually enjoy arguing.”

Felix shrugged.

“We always argued.”

“Yes,” Lisa said.

“But now you smile while doing it.”

Jennie immediately looked away.

“No, I don’t.”

Felix smiled.

“Yes, you do.”

She turned.

“You are not helping.”

⸻

Rosé laughed.

“I think the funniest part is that you both still think nobody notices.”

Jisoo nodded.

“Everyone notices.”

Hyunjin dramatically placed a hand over his heart.

“The enemies-to-friends transformation…”

Han sighed.

“It’s literally just homework.”

⸻

The bell rang.

Everyone returned to their seats.

Jennie packed her bag.

Felix looked over.

“Hey.”

“What?”

“Good job today.”

Jennie raised an eyebrow.

“Was that another compliment?”

“Maybe.”

She smiled slightly.

“You’re getting weird.”

Felix laughed.

“And you’re getting nicer.”

Jennie pointed at him.

“Don’t ruin it.”

⸻

And as they walked out of class…

Everyone knew one thing.

Jennie and Felix were still the same.

Still competitive.

Still annoying.

Still roasting each other.

But now…

There was something else there.

Something neither of them wanted to admit yet.