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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.
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.
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked
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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 3 – Detention… Together? The next morning, the school was already loud. Everyone was talking about the same thing. Jennie and Felix. The school’s coolest DJ and its basketball star had officially become the school’s funniest rivalry. ⸻ Jennie walked through the hallway with her long black hair falling smoothly over her shoulders, styled with soft curtain bangs like her famous “Ice Cream” and “How You Like That” looks. She wore an oversized charcoal hoodie, loose black cargo pants with silver chains, and black-and-white high-top sneakers. Her silver headphones rested around her neck, ready for whenever inspiration hit. She was the school’s legendary DJ. And also the person most likely to destroy someone’s confidence with one sentence. ⸻ Felix entered from the gym hallway, carrying his basketball. His soft black hair was slightly messy from practice, falling naturally over his forehead. He wore a black-and-red varsity jacket over a white T-shirt, relaxed black athletic pants, and clean white basketball sneakers. He was the captain of the basketball team. Popular. Talented. And still confused why Jennie didn’t think he was impressive. ⸻ Walking beside Felix was Han. Han’s soft brown hair was slightly messy, with a few strands sticking up like he had rushed out of bed. His expressive eyes always gave away when he was about to make a joke. He wore an oversized dark green hoodie layered under a denim jacket, relaxed black jeans, and comfortable white sneakers. His backpack hung from one shoulder, usually filled with random snacks, notebooks, and things nobody understood why he carried. Han was the school’s unofficial comedian. He loved drama. Especially when the drama involved Jennie and Felix arguing. ⸻ Near the music room, Rosé adjusted her headphones. Her long lavender hair fell in soft waves down her back. She wore an oversized lavender cardigan over a white T-shirt, ripped light-blue jeans, and chunky white boots. Her style was relaxed but artistic, matching her love for music. She smiled when she saw Jennie. “This is going to be interesting.” ⸻ Lisa appeared beside her with a mischievous grin. Her long ash-blonde hair with bangs framed her face perfectly. She wore an oversized black bomber jacket, a graphic T-shirt, baggy cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. Lisa loved chaos. And Jennie and Felix provided plenty. “I give them five minutes before they fight.” Rosé looked at her. “Five?” Lisa nodded. “Okay. Three.” ⸻ Jisoo walked toward class carrying her books. Her long dark red hair was neatly styled, shining under the hallway lights. She wore a cream knit sweater, black pleated skirt with black tights, and polished ankle boots. A small necklace and simple earrings completed her elegant look. She sighed. “I already know today will be exhausting.” ⸻ Leaning against a locker was Hyunjin. His long blond hair was perfectly styled, making him look like he belonged in a fashion magazine. He wore an oversized cream sweater, black wide-leg trousers, layered silver necklaces, and clean designer sneakers. He watched the hallway dramatically. “The energy today…” Everyone stared at him. “What?” Hyunjin shrugged. “It feels like the beginning of a legendary rivalry.” Han nodded. “He’s not wrong.” ⸻ Then the bell rang. History class. Everyone sat down. Mr. Kim walked in carrying a stack of papers. “Today, you will begin your group projects.” The entire class groaned. “Partners have already been chosen.” Jennie immediately looked suspicious. Felix looked nervous. Mr. Kim smiled. “Jennie and Felix.” Silence. “No.” They both said it at the same time. The class exploded. Han slammed his notebook down. “THEY AGREED ON SOMETHING!” Lisa clapped. “Historic moment.” ⸻ After class, Felix walked over. “So we have to work together.” Jennie looked up. “Unfortunately.” “You make it sound painful.” “It is.” Felix crossed his arms. “You’re impossible.” Jennie smiled. “And you’re predictable.” “How?” “Basketball. Practice. Basketball. More basketball.” Felix pointed at her. “You literally carry headphones everywhere.” “Because I make music.” “And I play basketball.” “Exactly.” Felix frowned. “What does that mean?” “It means I create something people remember.” Han gasped. “OH.” Rosé covered her mouth trying not to laugh. Felix shook his head. “You’re lucky you’re funny.” Jennie smiled. “I know.” ⸻ After school, they met in the library. Felix opened the project instructions. “We should actually work.” Jennie nodded. “Finally. A smart idea.” Felix smiled. “Was that a compliment?” “No.” “I knew it.” ⸻ Ten minutes later… Felix dropped his pencil. Jennie looked at him. “Already struggling?” “I dropped a pencil.” “Exactly.” Han whispered from another table, “She turned dropping a pencil into an insult.” Lisa nodded. “That’s talent.” ⸻ Then Felix accidentally knocked over his water bottle. It rolled into Jennie’s backpack. She opened it. Everyone waited. She pulled out… A rubber chicken. Felix stared. “Why?” Jennie looked serious. “Emergency purposes.” “What emergency requires a rubber chicken?” “Any emergency.” Han laughed so hard he almost fell out of his chair. Jisoo shook her head. “I don’t even want to know.” Hyunjin smiled. “Perfect. The rivalry has a mascot.” Felix laughed. And Jennie tried not to. But for a second… She smiled. Only a second. Nobody noticed. Except Felix.
Chapter 15 – The School Festival Disaster The rumor was supposed to disappear. That was the plan. Unfortunately… The school had other plans. ⸻ The next morning, the hallway was covered with posters. ANNUAL SCHOOL FESTIVAL – THIS FRIDAY Everyone was excited. Everyone except Jennie. ⸻ Jennie walked through the hallway with her usual cool attitude. Her long black hair with soft curtain bangs framed her face. She wore a black cropped jacket over a graphic shirt, baggy cargo pants, black-and-white sneakers, and her silver headphones around her neck. She looked at the festival posters. “No.” ⸻ Lisa looked confused. Her long ash-blonde hair with bangs framed her face, and she wore a black bomber jacket, cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. “No what?” “No festival.” Lisa blinked. “It’s one of the biggest events of the year.” “Exactly.” “So?” “So everyone will be annoying.” ⸻ Han walked over. His messy brown hair was sticking up, and he wore an oversized green hoodie, black jeans, and white sneakers. “Correction.” Everyone looked at him. “Everyone will be annoying except me.” Jennie stared. “Especially you.” Han looked offended. “Wow.” ⸻ Rosé laughed. Her long lavender hair fell over her shoulders, and she wore an oversized cardigan, ripped jeans, and white boots. “You know you’ll have fun.” “No.” “You always say no.” “And I’m always right.” ⸻ Jisoo smiled. Her long dark red hair rested neatly over one shoulder. She wore a cream sweater, black pants, and ankle boots. “You’re going to participate.” Jennie looked shocked. “Why does everyone think that?” “Because we know you.” ⸻ Then Felix walked in. His soft black hair was slightly messy, and he wore his black varsity jacket, white T-shirt, black athletic pants, and basketball sneakers. He looked at the poster. “Festival?” Jennie immediately pointed. “No.” Felix smiled. “You didn’t even let me speak.” “I know what you’re going to say.” “What?” “You’re going to say basketball.” Felix paused. “…I was.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ Later that day, the teacher announced the festival assignments. “Every group will prepare an activity.” The class became excited. Then the teacher read: “Jennie and Felix will lead the main stage performance.” Silence. ⸻ Jennie: “No.” Felix: “Wait, what?” ⸻ Han immediately started laughing. “Oh, this is perfect.” Lisa smiled. “The universe is forcing them.” ⸻ Felix looked at Jennie. “So…” “No.” “You don’t even know what I was going to say.” “I know.” “You’re impossible.” “And you’re too confident.” ⸻ The problem was… They were actually a great team. Felix handled the crowd. Jennie handled the music. Together… They made the entire performance idea better than anyone expected. ⸻ After school, they stayed behind to practice. The gym was empty. Jennie connected her DJ equipment. Felix practiced his part. For once… They weren’t fighting. ⸻ Felix looked over. “You know…” “What?” “You’re really good at this.” Jennie looked suspicious. “Are you complimenting me?” “Yes.” “Why?” “Because it’s true.” She looked away. “That’s weird.” “You don’t like compliments?” “I don’t know what to do with them.” Felix laughed. “That explains a lot.” ⸻ Jennie smiled. Then immediately pointed at him. “Don’t get comfortable.” “There she is.” ⸻ From outside the gym door… Han, Lisa, Rosé, Jisoo, and Hyunjin were watching. Han whispered: “They’re literally acting like a couple.” Lisa smiled. “But they’ll deny it.” Hyunjin placed a hand over his heart. “The slow burn continues.” Jisoo sighed. “It’s a school festival, not a drama.” ⸻ Inside… Jennie and Felix continued practicing. Still teasing. Still competing. Still pretending they didn’t care. But everyone else knew… The festival wasn’t going to be the only thing happening that week.
Chapter 20 – The Worst Kept Secret The next morning… Jennie had one mission. Act normal. That was it. No smiling. No looking at Felix. No acting different. Simple. Except… It was impossible. ⸻ Jennie walked into the dorm kitchen. Her blonde hair was styled perfectly, and she wore a black oversized hoodie, baggy cargo pants, and black sneakers. She grabbed a drink. Everyone stared. ⸻ She stopped. “What?” Nobody answered. Jennie looked around. “Why is everyone looking at me?” ⸻ Han slowly put down his spoon. His messy brown hair was sticking up, and he wore an oversized green hoodie, black jeans, and white sneakers. “Interesting.” Jennie narrowed her eyes. “What does that mean?” “Nothing.” “Han.” “Absolutely nothing.” ⸻ Lisa walked in. Her ash-blonde hair with bangs was perfectly styled. She wore a black bomber jacket, graphic shirt, cargo pants, and colorful sneakers. She looked between Jennie and Felix. Then smiled. “Oh.” Jennie immediately pointed. “No.” “I didn’t say anything.” “Your face did.” ⸻ Felix entered. His soft black hair was slightly messy, and he wore a black varsity jacket, white shirt, athletic pants, and basketball sneakers. The second Jennie saw him… She looked away. The second Felix saw her… He smiled. ⸻ Everyone noticed. Immediately. ⸻ Rosé walked in laughing. Her lavender hair fell over her oversized cardigan. She wore ripped jeans and white boots. “Oh no.” “What?” “They’re doing the thing.” Han nodded. “The thing.” Jennie looked confused. “What thing?” Jisoo smiled. Her dark red hair rested neatly over one shoulder. She wore a cream sweater, black pants, and ankle boots. “The thing where you pretend you don’t like each other.” ⸻ Jennie froze. “We don’t.” Felix answered at the same time. “We don’t.” Everyone stared. ⸻ Hyunjin entered dramatically. His blond hair was perfectly styled, and he wore an oversized sweater, black pants, layered necklaces, and clean sneakers. “Perfect synchronization.” Han sighed. “Please stop making everything sound like a drama.” ⸻ At school… It was even worse. Because apparently… The whole friend group had eyes. ⸻ In class, Jennie was trying to focus. The teacher was talking. The board was full of notes. Everything was normal. Until Felix passed her a note. She opened it. “You okay?” Jennie looked over. Felix smiled. She wrote back. “Why wouldn’t I be?” A few seconds later, another note came back. “Because you’re avoiding looking at me.” Jennie stared. Then wrote: “Because you’re distracting.” Felix smiled. “Good distracting?” Jennie paused. Then wrote: “Don’t push it.” ⸻ Han, sitting behind them, saw the notes. He leaned toward Lisa. “They’re literally flirting through homework.” Lisa smiled. “Should we tell them?” “No.” “Why?” “This is too funny.” ⸻ After class, Felix caught up with Jennie. “You know everyone knows something is different.” Jennie sighed. “They know everything.” “Probably.” “I hate that.” Felix smiled. “No you don’t.” Jennie looked at him. “You’re annoying.” “But?” She tried not to smile. “But…” She looked away. “You’re less annoying now.” ⸻ Felix laughed. “That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said.” “Don’t get used to it.” “Too late.” ⸻ From across the hallway… Han watched them. “Do you think they’ll ever admit it?” Lisa shook her head. “No.” Rosé smiled. “But they don’t need to.” Jisoo nodded. “They already know.” ⸻ And that was the funniest part. Jennie and Felix spent months fighting. Roasting each other. Trying to prove they were nothing alike. But somehow… The person who annoyed them the most… Became the person they looked for first.
Book 2 – Chapter 16: No Second Chances Yet The next morning… The dorm was quieter than usual. Not peaceful. Just quiet. ⸻ Jennie sat at her desk, working on her DJ setup. Her short, cool dark bob haircut framed her face perfectly, giving her that sharp, confident look everyone on campus had started recognizing. She wore a black oversized hoodie, ripped dark jeans, silver jewelry, and black boots. Her headphones rested around her neck as she adjusted the beat. ⸻ No crying. No breaking down. No showing weakness. ⸻ Jennie was back. The savage DJ queen. ⸻ Lisa walked into the room carrying snacks. Her Oreo-inspired haircut — mostly black with white strands mixed throughout — stood out as she placed the bags down. She wore a white hoodie, black cargo pants, and sneakers. She looked at Jennie. “You’re practicing again?” Jennie didn’t look up. “No.” Lisa blinked. “You’re literally holding headphones.” Jennie adjusted the music. “I’m emotionally practicing.” ⸻ Lisa laughed. “That doesn’t even make sense.” Jennie shrugged. “Neither do most people.” ⸻ Lisa smiled. There she was. ⸻ A few minutes later, Jisoo and Rosé arrived. ⸻ Jisoo walked in wearing a soft lavender sweater and jeans. Her long blonde hair with lavender-pink tips fell beautifully over her shoulders. Rosé followed behind her wearing a denim jacket over a black top with relaxed jeans. Her short blonde hair inspired by her Apatapate look was styled effortlessly. ⸻ Rosé looked at Jennie. “Are you feeling better?” Jennie paused. A tiny bit. ⸻ “Yeah.” ⸻ Jisoo smiled. “Actually answering honestly?” Jennie looked at her. “Don’t make this emotional.” ⸻ Lisa laughed. “That was basically a hug from Jennie.” ⸻ Jennie rolled her eyes. “Everyone here is dramatic.” ⸻ Practice Room ⸻ Later, everyone met for practice. ⸻ Felix arrived with his blonde hair slightly messy, wearing a black jacket, gray shirt, jeans, and white sneakers. Han walked beside him wearing a blue-and-black jacket and dark jeans. His black hair faded into blue at the bottom. Hyunjin followed wearing a stylish black outfit, his hair styled with bold red tips. ⸻ Jennie was already there. ⸻ She didn’t look up. ⸻ Felix walked closer. “Jennie.” ⸻ Nothing. ⸻ He tried again. “Can I talk to you?” ⸻ Jennie slowly removed one headphone. Looked at him. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ The room went silent. ⸻ Felix blinked. “Jennie…” ⸻ She tilted her head. “Did you suddenly forget what ‘no’ means?” ⸻ Han looked away. “Okay. Starting strong.” ⸻ Felix sighed. “I just want to explain.” ⸻ Jennie laughed. “Again?” ⸻ “I’m not trying to bother you.” ⸻ She looked him up and down. “That’s funny.” ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “Because bothering people seems to be your hidden talent.” ⸻ Han covered his laugh. Hyunjin looked impressed. ⸻ Felix frowned. “I’m serious.” ⸻ Jennie stepped closer. “So am I.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “You already explained.” ⸻ “I know.” ⸻ “And I already listened.” ⸻ Felix looked hopeful. ⸻ Jennie immediately ruined it. “Don’t look so excited. Listening doesn’t mean forgiving.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Felix looked hurt. ⸻ “I never wanted to hurt you.” ⸻ Jennie smiled coldly. “Congratulations.” ⸻ Felix frowned. “For what?” ⸻ “You managed to do it anyway.” ⸻ That one hit. ⸻ Han whispered: “That was brutal.” ⸻ Jennie turned. “Did you say something?” ⸻ Han immediately shook his head. “No.” ⸻ “Good choice.” ⸻ Hyunjin crossed his arms. “You really don’t hold back.” ⸻ Jennie looked at him. “And you really talk like you’re in a movie.” ⸻ Hyunjin froze. ⸻ Han laughed. “She got you too.” ⸻ Jennie put her headphones back on. ⸻ Felix tried one more time. “Jennie…” ⸻ She stopped. ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “I miss how we used to be.” ⸻ For one second… A tiny crack appeared. ⸻ Then Jennie closed it. ⸻ “That’s unfortunate.” ⸻ Felix looked down. ⸻ “Because I don’t miss being hurt.” ⸻ The room became quiet. ⸻ She picked up her DJ controller. ⸻ “Practice starts in five minutes.” ⸻ Felix stood there. ⸻ “Are we okay?” ⸻ Jennie looked at him. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ “Not even close.” ⸻ Then she walked away. ⸻ Lisa watched her. She knew Jennie was still angry. But she also knew something else. ⸻ Jennie wasn’t cold because she didn’t care. She was cold because she cared too much. ⸻ And Felix? He was going to have to earn his way back. Because the savage DJ queen wasn’t opening that door again so easily.
المشهد الثاني الصورة الاولى المعلمة تودع الطفل قائلة:حسناً صغيري أراك الاسبوع المقبل. الصورة الثانية الطفل والاب والام ذاهبون الصورة الثالثة المعلمة ترفع يديها تتمطط متعبة وتقول اهه بقي علي مقابلة طفلة واحد فقط وانتهي الصورة الرابعة باب الفصل تقف عنده الطفلة آيلا ووالدها ووالدتها الصورة تكون على وجه الطفل فقط ووجهه خالي من التعابير
المشهد الثاني الصورة الاولى المعلمة تودع الطفل قائلة: حسناً صغيري أراك الاسبوع المقبل.لايظهر وجه الطفل فقط من الخلف الصورة الثانية الطفل والاب والام ذاهبون الاب يرتدي نظارات ويتخلل شعره خل بيضاء ولديه لحية وشنب الام شقراء جميلة الصورة الثالثة المعلمة ترفع يديها تتمطط متعبة وتقول اهه بقي علي مقابلة طفلة واحد فقط وانتهي الصورة الرابعة باب الفصل تقف عنده الطفلة آيلا ووالدها ووالدتها الصورة تكون على وجه الطفل فقط ووجهه خالي من التعابير
Book 2 – Chapter 5: The First College Challenge The first day of college was supposed to be normal. Keyword: Supposed to. ⸻ After the whole “Felix’s definitely-not-girlfriend” drama, everyone walked toward their classes. ⸻ Jennie walked ahead of everyone. Her sleek dark bob moved with every step, and her black jacket, silver accessories, baggy jeans, and boots made her look like she belonged on a magazine cover instead of a college campus. ⸻ Lisa looked at her. “Okay, I have to admit.” Jennie looked back. “What?” “Your entrance was dramatic.” “I walked.” “You walked like the hallway belonged to you.” Jennie shrugged. “Maybe it did.” ⸻ Jisoo laughed. Her long blonde hair with lavender-pink ends moved as she walked. “She hasn’t changed.” Rosé smiled. Her black hair fell over her shoulders. “She just got more confident.” ⸻ Behind them… Felix was quiet. Very quiet. ⸻ Han noticed immediately. His black hair with blue tips fell over his forehead as he looked at Felix. “You’re thinking.” Felix looked at him. “No I’m not.” “You are.” “No.” “You have your thinking face.” “I have a face.” “Exactly.” ⸻ Hyunjin walked beside them, his red-tipped hair catching the sunlight. “He is thinking about Jennie.” Felix stopped. “What?” Everyone looked at him. ⸻ Felix sighed. “She just surprised me, okay?” Han smiled. “Because she looks different?” “Yes.” “Because she’s more confident?” “Maybe.” “Because she roasted someone in less than five minutes?” Felix paused. “…Also yes.” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. “An iconic return.” ⸻ Meanwhile… Jennie had already found her classroom. ⸻ She sat down and opened her laptop. New college. New classes. New challenges. ⸻ Then the professor walked in. “Before we begin, I have an announcement.” Everyone looked up. ⸻ “This semester, we will have a major creative competition.” ⸻ Jennie’s eyes immediately lit up. ⸻ “The winning team will perform at the biggest college showcase of the year.” ⸻ Lisa looked at Jennie. “Oh no.” Jennie smiled. “What?” “Your DJ face.” “What about it?” “It means you are about to become terrifying.” ⸻ The professor continued. “You will work in teams.” ⸻ Jennie froze. No. Please no. ⸻ The teams appeared on the screen. ⸻ Team One: Jennie, Felix, Lisa, Han, Rosé, Jisoo, Hyunjin. ⸻ Silence. ⸻ Jennie stared. Felix stared. Everyone stared. ⸻ Han immediately laughed. “THE SCHOOL IS STILL TRYING TO FORCE YOU TWO TOGETHER.” ⸻ Jennie pointed at him. “Stop talking.” “I can’t.” “Why?” “Because it’s funny.” ⸻ Felix looked at Jennie. “So…” “So.” “Looks like we’re working together again.” ⸻ Jennie sighed. “Of course.” ⸻ Felix smiled. “You missed me.” “No.” “You answered too fast.” “Because the answer was obvious.” ⸻ The whole group laughed. ⸻ After class, they met in the library. ⸻ The assignment was simple: Create something that represents who they were. ⸻ Everyone had ideas. Lisa wanted fashion. Rosé wanted music. Jisoo wanted visuals. Han wanted something “legendary.” Nobody knew what that meant. ⸻ Hyunjin wrote down: “An artistic experience.” Everyone stared. ⸻ Jennie looked at Felix. “Translate.” Felix laughed. “He means something dramatic.” Hyunjin nodded. “Exactly.” ⸻ Then everyone looked at Jennie. “What about you?” ⸻ Jennie thought. A year ago… She would have said she didn’t care. But now? She smiled. ⸻ “Music.” ⸻ Felix looked at her. “You already knew that.” “Yeah.” “Then why did you think so long?” Jennie shrugged. “Because this time…” She looked around at everyone. “I don’t want it to just be my thing.” ⸻ Everyone smiled. ⸻ Felix noticed. The old Jennie was still there. The roast queen. The DJ. The girl who never backed down. But now… She let people in. ⸻ Han suddenly ruined the moment. “So basically we’re making a masterpiece.” Jennie looked at him. “Don’t say masterpiece.” “Why?” “Because now you think you’re an artist.” “I am.” “You are a problem.” ⸻ Everyone laughed. ⸻ And as they started planning their first college project… Nobody noticed the competition poster hanging outside the room. ⸻ COLLEGE SHOWCASE CHALLENGE WINNER GETS A CHANCE TO PERFORM ON THE MAIN STAGE. ⸻ Jennie looked at it. A spark appeared in her eyes. ⸻ The DJ queen was back. And this time… She had a whole team behind her.
Just... just tell me the truth. Please. Did you do this? I did not I promise I’d never do anything like that to someone I call a friend *Macy lets out a small, broken sound, pulling the pillow tighter against her chest. Her face is buried, so her voice is muffled.* Then who did? *Alba scoffs, a sharp, dismissive sound. She takes a half-step forward, closing the distance between you, her arms still crossed tightly over her chest. Her eyes are like chips of flint.* Oh, spare us the 'friend' routine. That's a little hard to believe right now, don't you think? You were the only other person in this room. The only one. Macy trusted you, and you were sitting right there at her desk while she went to the bathroom. Are you saying the photos just magically uploaded themselves? No I’m not saying that but the reality is someone had to do it I know with all my heart I would never no I could never do a friend like like trust me *Alba's laugh is short and entirely without humor. She pushes off the wall she was leaning against, taking another deliberate step into your personal space. The air crackles with her anger.* Trust you? Are you kidding me? Trust is what got her into this mess. Macy trusted you, and now her life is being torn apart online by a bunch of scumbags. *She gestures sharply towards the bed where Macy is still curled up, trembling slightly.* Look at her. Go on, look. That's what your 'friendship' did. *Macy slowly lifts her head from the pillow. Her eyes, puffy and red, meet yours for a fleeting second before darting away. Her voice is barely a whisper, fragile and cracking.* But Alba... they're right. Someone had to do it. If... if it wasn't you, then who else could it have been? *Alba's gaze remains fixed on you, hard and unwavering.* Don't bother answering her. You're just going to spin more lies. I've heard enough. You have one minute to get out of our room, or I'm calling Campus Security and telling them everything. Let's see how much they 'trust' you. Macy please give me a chance to get to the bottom of this blindly blaming me will now solve this but in the meantime i can place a block on all leaked photos and videos anything that has your name or face involved I can have blocked *Macy’s head lifts a little more. The idea of stopping the spread seems to momentarily cut through her haze of misery. Her eyes flicker between you and Alba, a sliver of desperate hope warring with her confusion.* You... you can do that? Make them stop? *Before you can answer, Alba steps directly in front of you, physically blocking your view of Macy. Her voice is low and dangerous.* Don't you dare make promises you can't keep. And don't you dare try to manipulate her. You think fixing the mess you made is going to change anything? *She leans in closer, her jaw tight.* This isn't about blocking photos. This is about you violating her trust in the worst possible way. You're not helping. You're trying to cover your tracks. *From behind Alba, Macy's small voice cuts in, a little stronger this time.* Alba, wait. How? How can you block them? *Alba doesn't turn, her glare fixed on you.* She's lying, Macy. It's a trick to make you think she's on your side. There's no way to just 'block' them once they're out there. Macy yes I have a way (looking down I reflect on the past where my father showed me how to make computer codes where I then got old and used coding skills to hack ATM machines for money I then look up and answer Macy) yes I can make a code that could act as a virus on any one’s computer or phone blocking your photos and videos even your name I don’t like to use this because on my past but to prove my innocence and to help a friend I’ll do what I can *Alba stares at you, her expression shifting from pure rage to sharp, cynical disbelief. A humorless smirk touches her lips.* Oh, I see. So now you're not just a backstabbing friend, you're a hacker too? That's your story? That you have some magic 'code' to fix everything? *She shakes her head slowly, her eyes narrowing.* This just makes you look more guilty. How convenient that you suddenly have the exact skills needed to do something like this. Maybe that's how you got the photos in the first place. Hacked her laptop. *Macy pushes herself up to a sitting position on the bed, her brows furrowed. The talk of viruses and codes seems to confuse and frighten her more than reassure her. She wraps her arms around her knees.* You can... hack things? Like, illegally? *The question is soft, laced with a new kind of uncertainty. The trust she once had in you is being replaced by the image of a stranger with a hidden, criminal past.* *Alba doesn't take her eyes off you. Her voice drops, losing its sarcastic edge and becoming colder, more calculating.* You say you have a past. What kind of past? Hacking ATMs, you said? Prove it. Show us. If you can really do what you say you can, do it right now. Block one photo. One comment. Let's see this 'code' of yours in action. *She gestures with her head towards the laptop still sitting on Macy's desk.* There's the computer. Go on. Show us what you can do.
المشهد الثاني الصورة الاولى المعلمة تودع الطفل قائلة: حسناً صغيري أراك الاسبوع المقبل.لايظهر وجه الطفل طفل ذكر فقط من الخلف الصورة الثانية الطفل الذكر ووالديه مغادرون الصورة الثالثة المعلمة ترفع يديها تتمطط متعبة وتقول اهه بقي علي مقابلة طفلة واحد فقط وانتهي الصورة الرابعه من الخلف والد ووالدة آيلا الاب يرتدي نظارات ويتخلل شعره خل بيضاء ولديه لحية وشنب الام شقراء جميلة قادمون الى الفصل بالممر الصورة الرابعة باب الفصل تقف عنده الطفلة آيلا ووالدها ووالدتها الصورة تكون على وجه الطفل فقط ووجهه خالي من التعابير الصورة الخامسه المعلمة مذهولة اجعل ترتيب الصور عمودياً
Book 2 – Chapter 31: The Boys Have a Problem The college dance was only three days away. Which meant… Panic. ⸻ Not from Jennie. From the boys. ⸻ Felix sat in the dorm lounge, scrolling through his phone. His blonde hair was neatly styled, and he wore a black hoodie, dark jeans, and white sneakers. He sighed. ⸻ Han walked in carrying three different jackets. His black hair faded into bright blue at the ends. He wore a blue hoodie, black cargo pants, and sneakers. ⸻ “Which one says, ‘I’m cool but not trying too hard?’” ⸻ Felix looked up. ⸻ “None of them.” ⸻ Han gasped dramatically. “You’re supposed to support me!” ⸻ Before Felix could answer, Hyunjin walked in. His black hair with bright red tips was styled perfectly. He wore a black jacket, fitted jeans, and boots. ⸻ “You’ve been standing in front of the mirror for twenty minutes.” ⸻ Han crossed his arms. “I’m creating a masterpiece.” ⸻ “You’re creating traffic.” ⸻ Felix laughed. ⸻ Just then… The girls walked past the open lounge. ⸻ Jennie wore an oversized black leather jacket, a band T-shirt, baggy jeans, and chunky boots. Her short dark bob gave her the same fearless DJ queen look as always. Lisa wore a black-and-white hoodie with jeans, her Oreo-inspired haircut standing out. Rosé wore a denim jacket and relaxed pants, her short blonde Apatapate-inspired hair tucked behind one ear. Jisoo wore a cream cardigan and jeans, her long blonde hair with lavender-pink tips flowing over her shoulders. ⸻ Felix smiled at Jennie. ⸻ She looked at him for exactly one second. ⸻ “…Your shoelace is untied.” ⸻ Felix looked down. “Oh.” ⸻ He bent over to tie it. ⸻ Han whispered, “That was nice.” ⸻ Felix smiled. ⸻ Until… Jennie added— ⸻ “I’d hate for you to trip before embarrassing yourself at the dance.” ⸻ Felix looked back up. ⸻ “…There she is.” ⸻ Jennie smirked. “Never doubted it.” ⸻ The girls kept walking. ⸻ Han blinked. ⸻ “Are… are you two flirting?” ⸻ Jennie turned around. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Han looked confused. ⸻ “That sounded exactly like flirting.” ⸻ Jennie folded her arms. ⸻ “No.” ⸻ Lisa quickly stepped in. “Han… don’t overthink it.” ⸻ Han looked between Felix and Jennie. ⸻ “I am absolutely going to overthink it.” ⸻ Hyunjin nodded. ⸻ “They’re acting weird.” ⸻ Jennie raised an eyebrow. ⸻ “You’re one sentence away from becoming my next roast target.” ⸻ Han immediately raised both hands. ⸻ “I value my happiness.” ⸻ “Smart choice.” ⸻ As the girls walked away, Felix couldn’t stop smiling. ⸻ Han noticed. ⸻ “There it is again.” ⸻ “What?” ⸻ “The Jennie smile.” ⸻ Felix blinked. ⸻ “I don’t have one.” ⸻ Hyunjin laughed. ⸻ “You definitely do.” ⸻ Across the hallway… Jennie heard them. She quietly smiled to herself… Then immediately hid it before anyone could see. ⸻ The secret was still safe. At least… For now.
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2 with white socks and her glasses off. Photo 3 is wearing the outfit in photo 4 with black backpack on his back with the strap on 1 side. Panel shows photo 1 sitting in the living room a luxury apartment surrounded by windows the show a beautiful sunset outside. Photo 1 then looks over at the front door has she hears a knock. Photo 1 walks over to open the front door, as she does photo 3 is standing at the door with his hands in his pockets looking down at photo 1(because photo 3 is taller) with an imitating handsome expression. Panel shows photo 1 looking up at photo 3 mesmerized as she is close to him. Photo 3 then says without changing his expression “Hey.” Panel shows photo 1 and photo 3 are sitting on the couch working in their laptops. Photo 1 then says with a shy blushed red face “ Do you want a snack or something to drink?” Photo 3 smiles handsomely and says “No, but thanks.” Photo 3 then ask in a serious face “Mei, so are you seeing anyone?” with his face looking at his computer. Photo 1 face then becomes shocked as she responds “Why would you ask that?” “ I mean I’m not but why would you ask that?” Photo 3 then smirks handsomely and says “I just wanna make sure I’m not being inappropriate with another guys girl.”
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.
The healing stones had stopped making sense three days ago. Mira noticed it the way one notices a familiar heartbeat becoming irregular—not at first, but with a creeping certainty that something in the rhythm has fundamentally shifted. She stood in the monastery infirmary at dusk, her hands suspended over a stone no larger than a fist, and waited for the resonance she'd come to depend on like breath. Nothing. Or rather: something. But wrong. "You're doing it again," Thea said from the doorway, not unkindly. Her friend held two cups of evening tea, steam rising in thin spirals that dissipated into nothing. "The thinking-so-hard-your-face-goes-blank thing." Mira didn't look up. "The stones are different." "Different how?" How indeed. Mira had spent eight years learning the language these ancient stones spoke-a subtle vibration that aligned with her own gift, amplifying it, creating channels through which her intuition could flow like water finding its course. When she placed a remedy against their surface, the stones would hum, and that hum would tell her things. *This will work. This won't. This one requires patience. This one is already too late.* Never words, precisely. But certainty. The kind that came from somewhere older than language. But the gift itself-that had always been hers alone. She'd known it since childhood, that strange knowing that lived beneath her skin like a second heartbeat. When she held a fevered rabbit at seven, she hadn't been reciting learned knowledge. She'd felt the fever as a presence, an intruder, and she'd known-with the absolute clarity of a child who hasn't yet learned to doubt-that it could be asked to leave. The monks had recognized it immediately. A true gift, they'd said. Rare. Ancient. Real. The stones had come later, offered as tools to strengthen what was already within her. To amplify the signal that her own body could perceive. And for eight years, they had done exactly that. She would place her hands on them and feel her gift expand, sharpen, become precise enough to guide her remedies with surgical accuracy. Until three days ago, when the signal began to loop back on itself. "They're... circling," Mira said finally. "The pattern. It goes around itself instead of outward." Thea set the tea on the small table between them with the deliberate care of someone setting down something that might explode. She was used to Mira's cryptic diagnoses-of villages, of individuals, of the invisible architecture of suffering. But there was something in Mira's voice now that made her move slowly. "Circles are stable," Thea offered. "Maybe that's not wrong." Mira finally turned. In the failing light, her friend looked younger than thirty, which was unfair. Thea had earned her lines the honest way-through years of kneeling beside dying people, learning what comfort looked like when it was all that remained. But something in her face had smoothed lately. Or perhaps Mira was simply learning to stop seeing her clearly. The thought came sharp and unbidden, and with it: the first cold touch of doubt. ーーー The monastery had welcomed them both as girls. Mira's gift had announced itself early-her mother found her once, age seven, holding a fevered rabbit, and the fever broke. Just like that. Like she'd asked it politely to leave. The monks recognized something in her they'd seen before, in their own ancient texts. A healer whose knowing transcended learning. They offered sanctuary, knowledge, space to grow into whatever she was becoming. Thea came two years later, smaller and feral, caught stealing medicines from the infirmary stores. Instead of punishment, the head monk-Brother Aldwin, ancient even then-had asked her why. *For my mother*, Thea had said. *She's burning up and no one will help her.* He'd walked her to the infirmary himselt, shown her how to prepare a draught, how to cool a brow, how to sit with someone in darkness without trying to light it. By morning, Thea's mother had died anyway. By evening, Thea had chosen to stay. They'd grown up in these halls. They'd learned that healing was sometimes mercy, sometimes mystery, always a form of prayer whispered in a language the body understood even when the mind didn't. And the stones had been their gospel. Dependable. Ancient. *True*. --- By the fourth day, Mira had moved into the infirmary proper. She told herself it was necessary-there was a fever spreading through the village, the kind that didn't respond to simple remedies, the kind that required constant adjustment, intuitive recalibration. But the truth was simpler and more frightening: she couldn't leave the stones. Couldn't stop trying to read the pattern they'd begun drawing. Circles within circles. Concentric and endless. Like the mouth of a well. Like the grooves worn into stone by ten thousand years of fingers pressing, searching, hoping. Brother Aldwin found her at midnight, still in her work clothes, surrounded by herbs and stones and notes she'd written in a hand that barely resembled her own. "You haven't slept," he observed. Not a question. The old monk moved through the world in certainties. It was one of the things that had once comforted her. "The stones are changing," Mira said. "And I don't know why." Aldwin lowered himself into a chair with the careful deliberation of something made of glass. He was smaller than she remembered. Or perhaps she'd grown. Time did strange things in these stone halls-sometimes it moved like molasses, sometimes it vanished entirely. "The stones don't change," he said quietly. "They've remained as they've been since they were placed here, three centuries past. Since the monastery was built on ground the healers chose." "They're changing," Mira repeated, and heard the fever in her own voice. The thing underneath the calm. "The resonance is different. It's—" "Mira." His eyes were the color of old water. "Have you considered that perhaps you are the one who has changed?" The words landed like stones dropped down that well. She heard them descending. She heard the silence that followed before impact. "No," she said. And then: "That's not-that's not how this works." But even as she said it, she felt the first small crack in the architecture of her certainty. Because what was certainty, after all? What was the difference between a stone speaking to you and you speaking to yourself, and learning only later that you'd been the only voice in the conversation all along? "Aldwin," she said, and her voice sounded very young. "Do you believe in the stones?" He didn't answer immediately. He looked at his hands-liver-spotted, ancient, trembling slightly. "I believe in the healers," he said finally. "I have always believed in the healers. The stones were meant to help us believe in ourselves." --- She found the journal in Brother Aldwin's quarters. Not deliberately-he'd asked her to bring him tea, and her hands, trained by years of healer's pragmatism, had simply opened drawers while she waited for him to emerge from the washroom. Looking for something she didn't know she was searching for. The journal was old, older than anything she'd thought to preserve. The handwriting was Aldwin's, younger, more aggressive in its loops. And the entries were all the same, repeated like a prayer worn smooth by obsessive repetition: *The stones do not speak. I have listened for thirty years. The stones do not speak. Perhaps I have become the voice. Perhaps I have been telling myself stories about what I wish to hear.* *The remedies worked because I believed in them. The patients healed because we expected them to. The stones are only stone.* *This is the knowledge I cannot unknow. This is the wound that will not close.* The entries spanned decades. The handwriting never settled. It spiraled inward, tighter and tighter, circling the same truth over and over like something trapped. Mira sat on the edge of his narrow bed, the journal loose in her hands, and felt something shift inside her. Not breaking. Shifting. The way ground shifts before a landslide. The way the world rearranges itself when you learn something that cannot be unlearned. Her hands were shaking. She read the same passage three times, four times, and each time it felt like drowning in slow motion. Aldwin-the man who had taught her everything, who had placed the healing stones in her palms and told her they were ancient and true-had spent his entire life doubting them. Had spent decades circling the same terrible knowledge: that perhaps there was no magic at all. Only the power of expectation. Only the human capacity to heal itself when given permission and belief. She thought of every patient she'd ever treated with absolute certainty. Every time she'd felt the stones hum beneath her palms and known -*known*—what would work. Had that been the gift? Or had it been something far more mundane: observation, intuition, the natural patterns of illness and recovery that she'd learned to read so well she'd mistaken the reading for magic? The journal fell from her hands. She pressed her palms against her eyes and felt the first hot tears of rage and grief and something far worse: uncertainty. The kind that didn't resolve into anything clean. The kind that would live in her now, a permanent guest. When Aldwin emerged from the washroom twenty minutes later, she was still sitting there. He stopped in the doorway. He saw the journal. He saw her face. For a moment, neither of them moved. "How long?" Mira asked. Her voice sounded like it came from very far away. Aldwin closed the door behind him. He looked diminished, suddenly—not the ancient wise man but simply an old person, worn down by the weight of a secret he'd carried alone. "Since I was younger than you are now," he said quietly. "Fifty-three years." "And you never told anyone." "I told myself," he said. "Over and over. Does that count?" Mira stood. She needed to move or she would shatter. "Every patient I've ever healed. Every time I told someone they would recover and they did. Every time I felt the stones guide me. Was that—" She couldn't finish the sentence. Couldn't shape the question into words. "You have a gift," Aldwin said, and there was something almost desperate in his voice now. "Mira, listen to me. You do. I don't know what it is, but it's not the stones. The gift is yours. It always has been.""How do you know?" she demanded. "How can you possibly know that?" "Because I watched you," he said. "I watched you for eight years, and I watched you heal people in ways that shouldn't have been possible. Yes, I've doubted the stones. Yes, I've spent half a century wondering if I was a fraud. But I never once doubted you. Not really. Not in the moments that mattered." Mira turned away from him. She couldn't look at his face, at the terrible honesty written there. "You should have told me." "I know." "You should have warned me." "I know," he repeated. And then: "But I was afraid. I was afraid that if I told you the truth about my doubt, I would plant it in you. And I needed-" His voice cracked slightly. "I needed to believe that at least one of us had certainty. That at least one of us was still whole." She heard the break in him then. Fifty-three years of isolation, of circling the same terrible knowledge alone. And she understood, with a clarity that was almost painful, that this was the real gift he'd been asking her to hold for him: the belief he could no longer maintain. "I don't know how to do this," she said quietly. "Neither did I," Aldwin replied. "But you will. You're stronger than I was." --- The fever broke on the seventh day. The village children recovered. The old woman who'd been burning up in the cottage by the north gate opened her eyes and asked for water. All the remedies worked, just as they always had. But when Mira returned to the infirmary that evening, she didn't go directly to the stones. Instead, she sat with Thea in the corner of the room, surrounded by drying herbs and cooling salves, and told her everything. Thea listened without interrupting. She was good at that-at reading the specific shape of someone's ruin and knowing when words would only make it worse. When Mira finished, her friend was quiet for a long moment. "Did you know?" Mira asked. "No," Thea said. And then, because she was kind, she added: "But I suspected. I suspected because I watched the way you moved, even in your doubt. You moved like someone who knew exactly what she was doing. The stones were never what made you certain, Mira. They were just the story you told yourself about where your certainty came from." Mira thought about this. "So what am I, then? If not a healer with a gift?" "You're still a healer," Thea said. "Maybe that's all you ever were. Someone who pays attention. Someone who believes people can get better and acts on that belief in ways that matter. That's not nothing. That might be everything." --- The next morning, Mira approached the stones differently. She didn't place her hands on them expecting to receive guidance. Instead, she picked up a remedy-willow bark and honey for the fever that still lingered in one of the village children-and she held it to the stone and simply waited. The hum came. The pattern spiraled. Circles within circles, drawing inward toward some center she would never quite reach. But this time, when she felt the resonance, she didn't try to interpret it as the stone's voice. Instead, she let it be what it was: a physical vibration that her own nervous system registered, amplified by the stone's density and her own attention. The hum became a mirror. It reflected back everything she already knew— the properties of the remedy, the nature of the fever, the body's own capacity to heal. And that was enough. She carried the remedy to the cottage where the child lay half-awake, fever still painting her cheeks with unnatural color. Mira sat on the edge of the bed and spooned the mixture between small lips. The girl swallowed obediently. "Will I get better?" the child asked, with the directness of the very young. Mira looked at this small person, burning with fever, looking to her for certainty. And she made a choice. "Yes," she said. Not because the stones had told her. Not because some mystical gift guaranteed it. But because she had studied the patterns of this fever for a week, because she understood this child's body and its capacity for recovery, because she believed in the remedies she'd prepared with her own hands, and because belief itself-genuine, grounded, earned through years of practice-was its own form of power. "You're going to get better," Mira said again. "I'm going to help you." The child closed her eyes and seemed satisfied. When Mira returned to the monastery that evening, she found Brother Aldwin in the infirmary, standing before the healing stones. He turned when he heard her footsteps. "about what I should have done differently. And I think the answer is: nothing. Or everything. I'm still not sure which." Mira stood beside him, looking at the stones that had been her entire world. "The pattern is still there," she said. "Yes." "And it still spirals inward. Still circles back on itself." "Yes." "But I'm not lost in it anymore," Mira said. "I'm not trying to reach the center. I think I understand now-the pattern was never meant to lead anywhere. It was meant to make us still. To make us listen. And what we listen for, what we hear in that stillness... that comes from us. That was always us." Aldwin nodded slowly. "I wish I'd understood that sooner." "Maybe I can," Mira said. "Maybe that's the gift —not that I have certainty, but that I can live with the uncertainty and still act. Still help people. Still believe in the remedies and the body's power to heal, even though I can't prove where my knowing comes from." She placed her hand on the nearest stone. It was cool beneath her palm, just stone, just the accumulation of minerals pressed together over millennia. And somehow, that was more miraculous than magic would have been. The earth, shaped by time. Her hand, shaped by practice and attention. The space between them, where healing happened. The monastery walls hummed around her, ancient and listening. She listened back-not for the voice of the stones, but for her own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say * don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply Tor the voice or the stones, buttor ner own voice returning, clarified now, no longer confused with something other than itself. And in that listening, in that clarity, she found something stronger than certainty: the capacity to hold doubt in the same steady hands that held faith. The strength to say *I don't know how this works, but I believe in it anyway.* The wisdom to understand that sometimes, the two were not contradictory at all, but simply different languages for the same truth. The monastery walls hummed. The stones waited, patient and silent. And Mira, at last, was ready to move forward.
Shen Lang recognized them almost at a glance.They were several core actors from the Legend of Xiang Fei crew. "Miaohan, I was planning to invite you to have a party together, but I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence." Chu Gongze walked to Su Miaohan with a face of surprise. "Mr.Su." "Hello, Mr.Su." Several other actors greeted Su Miaohan, a beautiful investor, with great respect. "Hello everyone, are you here for a dinner party?" Su Miaohan nodded coldly. "Yes, the weather has been hot recently and everyone has been having a hard time filming, so I specially invite you all to come here for a little get-together." While Chu Gongze was talking, his eyes glanced at Shen Lang from time to time. "Miaohan, it looks like you don't have anything to eat either.Why don't you share a meal?There are so many people and it's so lively." Before Su Miaohan could reply, Li Xiangling walked up to Shen Lang in surprise, "Shen Lang, you are here too." Although Shen Lang did not participate in the drama "The Legend of Xiang Fei", the two still often chatted about the drama on WeChat during this period.Li Xiangling also got a lot of inspiration from Shen Lang, and the characters were enhanced a lot. "Sister Xiangling." Shen Lang smiled back. Li Xiangling looked at the others and introduced: "Let me introduce to you, his name is Shen Lang.He almost played the role of Yongquan, but unfortunately he couldn't perform due to an accident.But despite his young age, his acting skills are definitely top-notch.” Shen Lang couldn't help but smile bitterly, Sister Xiangling praised herself too much. It's just that he can see that other people are dismissive of him, so he doesn't rush to show his warm face to others' cold buttocks. "Shen Lang, I see your food hasn't been served yet.Let's have some.I happen to have something I want to talk to you about." Li Xiangling extended an invitation to Shen Lang very affectionately. Su Miaohan frowned slightly.Of course Li Xiangling knew that the famous heroine in the entertainment industry was not only beautiful, but also single all the time.I don't know how many people coveted her beauty. She couldn't figure out how such a big-name star could have a relationship with Shen Lang, and Li Xiangling's attitude towards Shen Lang was a little too affectionate. This made her feel very uncomfortable. "this." Shen Lang was a little embarrassed, "Your crew is gathering for dinner and bonding.It would be inappropriate for us to participate." "Everything here is in the same circle.If you don't see it when you look up, you won't see it when you look down." Li Xiangling said happily: "Are you not going to give me this face?" Shen Lang smiled bitterly, consulted Gu Wanxia's opinion, and had no choice but to agree.After all, Li Xiangling was really good to him. He later heard Liu Jia say that after his role was removed, Li Xiangling had a fight with Director Hu Chunjiang over him. A group of people came to a luxurious private room. When taking her seat, Su Miaohan sat in a position on the left.On her left was Chen Meng, and on her right was Liu Yuanyuan, the second female lead in the drama "The Legend of Xiang Fei". This resulted in Chu Gongze, her real boyfriend, being unable to sit next to her. "Chu Gongze, please sit here with me." Liu Yuanyuan reacted immediately, stood up with a smile and said: "It's all my fault for being ignorant.I originally wanted to get close to Mr.Su, but I forgot that you are Mr.Su's boyfriend.Hehe, don't be offended." "Where, it's just a place." Chu Gongze was very satisfied with her attitude and sat down on the seat next to Su Miaohan without hesitation. No one else had any reaction. Now the crew has spread the news that Chu Gongze is in love with Su Miaohan.Even the drama "The Legend of Xiang Fei" was specially created for Chu Gongze, which shows how much Su Miaohan cares about her boyfriend. Shen Lang didn't respond, he lowered his head and played with his phone silently. But Su Miaohan immediately looked over at Shen Lang to see his reaction.Seeing his calm expression, as if the matter had nothing to do with her, she felt a little irritated for no reason. "Mr.Su, what do you mean?" Gu Wanxia suddenly stood up, her face covered with frost. She was simply stunned. As Shen Lang's wife, Su Miaohan actually has a boyfriend, and she doesn't shy away from Shen Lang at all? This simply trampled Shen Lang's dignity into the dirt! Is there anyone who bullies people like this? At this moment, she felt heartbroken.No wonder Shen Lang had been unwilling to mention his fiancée.It turned out that she was the kind of woman who could do anything with her husband! This sudden accusation made everyone's eyes focus on her in shock. Gu Wanxia stared at Su Miaohan with stern eyes, "You are Shen Lang's wife, and you are so blatantly looking for a wild man outside, can you be worthy of him!" "What do you think of him?Do you have any sense of shame in hooking up with wild men outside in front of him?" As soon as these words came out, the scene exploded instantly. What! Su Miaohan actually got married? Married and looking for a man outside? And in front of my husband? Do women from rich families spend so much time having fun? Suddenly, everyone looked at Su Miaohan strangely. Su Miaohan looked like the kind of cold, iceberg-type woman who was hard to get in touch with, but she didn't expect that she actually had a fiery heart. Shen Lang raised his head in shock, first glanced at Su Miaohan, who was frowning, and then immediately said: "Sister Wan Xia, please stop talking." He really didn't expect that Gu Wanxia would stand up for him, and he was touched and anxious at the same time. Because he didn't want everyone to know about the contract marriage.This was what he had agreed with Su Miaohan when they signed the contract. Gu Wanxia looked at him with a look of pity, "Shen Lang, I know you are kind-hearted, but I can't watch you being bullied like this." "Mr.Su, I know that your family is rich, and Shen Lang is just an orphan with no money and no power, but as a woman, since she is married, she must adhere to her feminine ways.Can you tolerate your conscience when you play with his feelings like this?" "Since you have no feelings for him, you can divorce him.With your looks and wealth, Mr.Su, you can find any man you want.Why do you bully a kind man like this!" "I need you to give me an explanation!" You can hear the needle drop on site. After all, this involved Su Miaohan, the investor.They couldn't say anything, but they also despised Su Miaohan in their hearts.With a husband at home, you just go out to play and bring the man to your husband.This is outrageous. "Miss, you have misunderstood Miaohan." Chu Gongze's expression was not very good.Seeing that Su Miaohan's face showed no intention of speaking, he couldn't help but stand up. This matter is not only related to Su Miaohan's reputation, but also to his own reputation. If word spreads, I'm afraid the Internet will explode tomorrow. He even thought about what the headlines would be tomorrow. "Shock!Chu Gongze is actually a mistress who interferes in other people's marriages?" "The beautiful president of the Su Group cheated on the famous actor Chu Gongze during marriage!" "It's outrageous!The beautiful CEO actually brought a popular young man to his original wife to show off his affection!" Once this news explodes on the Internet, it will not be blocked, but it will definitely be a devastating blow to his career!
Photo 1 is standing in a luxury kitchen that conjoins into the living room of a modern 1 bedroom apartment. Photo 1 is wearing a plain white tee and grey sweat pants. Photo 1 has a serious face and is looking at his phone. Photo 1 then puts his phone in his pocket and begeins to stare from the kitchen into the living room through the window and begins to concentrate deeply. Photo 1 clearly seen something on his phone.
At Seoul Arts High School, there were always people everyone talked about. And one of them was Jennie. Jennie was one of the most popular girls in school. She had long black hair, a stylish look, and a confident personality that made people notice her wherever she went. She was talented, smart, and had a natural charm that made people want to be around her. But even though everyone knew her… Not everyone knew the real Jennie. The Jennie who laughed loudly with her friends. The Jennie who cared more than she admitted. ⸻ When Jennie walked into the hallway, students immediately noticed. “Jennie’s here.” “She looks so cool.” “She’s always so confident.” Jennie smiled politely and kept walking. She was used to it. ⸻ Meanwhile, Lisa and Rosé were showing I.N around the school. Lisa’s brown hair moved as she pointed toward different classrooms. “That’s the dance studio.” Rosé, with her blonde hair and soft smile, pointed ahead. “And that’s the music room. You’ll probably spend a lot of time there.” I.N laughed. “Probably.” He was starting to feel comfortable. ⸻ Then Jennie walked over. “Hey.” Lisa smiled. “Jennie!” Rosé waved. “This is I.N.” Jennie looked at him. The new student everyone had been talking about. “I heard you’re good at music.” I.N looked surprised. “You heard?” Jennie smiled. “People talk.” He laughed. “Is that a good thing?” “Usually.” ⸻ Over the next few days, Jennie and I.N started spending more time together. At first, it was small things. Studying together. Talking after class. Sharing music ideas. I.N noticed something about Jennie. She wasn’t just the popular girl everyone saw. She was actually funny. She was kind. And she understood what it felt like to have people watching you all the time. ⸻ One afternoon, I.N was sitting in the music room, struggling with a song. Jennie walked in. “Still working on it?” He looked up. “Yeah. I can’t get the melody right.” Jennie sat beside him. “Play it again.” He did. She smiled. “I like it.” “Really?” “Yeah. It sounds like you.” I.N smiled. “Thanks.” For some reason, hearing that from Jennie meant a lot. ⸻ From outside the room, Lisa and Rosé watched. Lisa whispered, “They’re getting close.” Rosé smiled. “Yeah.” And neither of them noticed… That something new was slowly starting.
Two sisters regressed back to life one called yoyo got pushed by her contact husband who cannot walk and the other the elder sister called sienna jumped to save her younger sister the bothbdied together when they regressed they regressed they remeberd everything so they make a plan to get as much money as they can and try to run away
Photo 1 is seen exiting a elevator with 2 bodyguards. Photo 1 has a very serious look on his face as he walks. (Panel shows photo 1 entering a luxury apartment decorated in black furniture) Standing in the living room waiting is photo 3. Photo 3 is bowing with his hands behind his back as a sign of respect for photo 1. Photo 1 stands in front of photo 3 as photo 3 is bowing. (Panel close up to photo 1 as photo 1 has a serious and cold expression looking down) Photo 1 says “ Jay?” “Where is Taeha?” (Panel close up to photo 3 face as he is bowing, photo 3 face is blank ) Photo 3 then responds” He’s out studying at Ontaeku sir.” Photo 1 then snaps his fingers for photo 3 to stand. Photo 3 then stands and photo 1 gets even closer to photo 3 to show intimidation. Photo 3 looks straight ahead with a blank face. Photo 1 says “ I hope you’re not lying to me Jay.” “Because you know I have liars.”
Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2. Photo 3 is wearing the outfit in photo 4. Photo 1 is standing in the door way of her luxury apartment. As photo 1 is standing there she has a sad and lonely look on her face as she looks at photo 3 who is standing in front of her. (Have panel show the sideview of photo 1 looking up at photo 3 because he is taller.) Photo 1 then says to photo 3 “How long were you standing here?” Photo 3 replies with a cute smirk looking at photo 1 “ I come by your apartment sometimes when I’m alone to hear your laughter through the walls.” Photo 1 then tries to hold back tears and says in a shaky voice “Why are you like this? You always hurt me and then apologize. How am I supposed to get over you if you follow me around and don’t give me space. I NEED SPACE MICHEOL!” Photo 3 then looks at photo 1 with saddened eyes and deep concern. Photo 3 then says “ I’m sorry for hurting you Mei. I’m damaged but you made me better. You fixed me and showed me how to love and I can tell my actions hurt you and are still hurting you.” “ I’ll just give you your space, if you ever want to reach out I’m here” Photo 3 then begins to walk away and leave. Photo 1 then closes the door and starts to remove her glasses and cry.
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.”
It is late afternoon, with a orangey evening sky. Photo 1 and Photo 2 then pull up to a large mordern office building that’s surrounded by glass windows. Photo 2 then steps out of the drivers seat of the Mercedes Benz. And walks to the back of the car to open the back door for photo 1 to come out. Photo 1 and photo 2 then do the same thing in photo three and head to the entrance of the building that is heavily guard by security guards in black suits. Two security guards then say to photo 1 “Welcome back Second son” as they keep the heads straight as photo 1 and photo 2 walk past them to get inside. Photo 2 then and smirks as they walk into a lobby. Photo 1 and 2 are the greeting by a beautiful but very serious office assistant. She then say to photo 1 “ It will be a pleasure to work alongside you sir.” “ I will take you to your father and brother right away. Photo 1 and photo 2 then go into an elevator with the woman and three security guards.
Under a storm-covered sky, he was walking alone. His face was covered with a veil protecting him from the sand, and his grey eyes pierced through the fog. He tightened his grip on a heavy sword hanging from his waist, and the water jar swayed on his back. The wind howls, and the sand strikes his body mercilessly, but he does not stop. From atop a sandy hill, an old man stood watching him in silence, a faint voice echoing in the air: “Why are you doing this, Erold?” Erold continued walking, even as his body began to collapse. Inside him, a voice screams: “No… I must not stop now… I promised him.” Vision fades, and his steps weaken. He looks at his feet; they are barely moving. “No… no… I must continue…” “Then… darkness.”
Короткий establishing. • север, империя, война, Амор, герцогство Сайтдфейт • карета Клода • приезд в поместье • холл • Жозефина • молчаливый проход мимо нее Это сразу задает: статус атмосферу характер Клода ________________________________________ Scene 2 — Комната Клода • он входит • снимает перчатки • бросает на стол • взгляд по комнате Финальная мысль: Ничего нового. Крупный план глаз. ________________________________________ Scene 3 — Сад Первая встреча с Одри. • беседка • Зои болтает • Одри работает • Клод замечает ее • подходит Первый диалог. Первый зрительный контакт. Первый отказ. ________________________________________ Cliffhanger: Крупный план лица Клода. Едва заметная улыбка. "...интересно."
Got it — I’ll keep your chapter exactly in tone, but adjust Ari and Noah to sound like teenagers and add clearer visual descriptions for them. ⸻ CHAPTER: “ANNOUNCEMENT DAY / THE TOUR RETURNS” (UPDATED) ⸻ The morning started like any other— until it didn’t. ⸻ BLACKPINK were gathered in the living room. Not for rehearsal. Not for casual planning. But for something bigger. ⸻ Jisoo stood first, holding a printed schedule in both hands. Her long dark hair was softly styled, and she wore a calm ivory blouse with tailored trousers. Her expression was steady—but there was excitement underneath it. ⸻ Jennie leaned forward immediately. “Don’t tell me…” ⸻ Jisoo nodded. “It’s official.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ Rosé covered her mouth slightly, blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she smiled. “…We’re going on tour?” ⸻ Jisoo smiled back. “Yes.” ⸻ The room shifted instantly. ⸻ Jennie stood up. “International?” ⸻ “International,” Jisoo confirmed. ⸻ Lisa hadn’t spoken yet. ⸻ Lisa sat on the edge of the sofa, staring at the schedule in Jisoo’s hand. Her brown hair was tied loosely, casual home clothes replacing stage outfits for now. Her expression slowly changed—from surprise… to recognition… to something softer. ⸻ “…It’s been a while,” she said quietly. ⸻ Jennie pointed at her. “That tone means you’re already thinking about choreography.” ⸻ Lisa blinked. “…No.” Pause. “…Maybe.” ⸻ Rosé laughed softly. “That’s a yes.” ⸻ ⸻ Jisoo sat down beside them. “This tour isn’t just performances,” she said gently. “It’s a full journey again.” ⸻ Jennie smiled. “So basically… chaos with a schedule.” ⸻ “Exactly,” Jisoo replied. ⸻ ⸻ Lisa finally looked up fully. Her eyes sharpened slightly—not tired, not overwhelmed. Focused. ⸻ “…We’ll need to prepare everything,” she said. ⸻ Jennie grinned. “There she is.” ⸻ Rosé nodded. “I’ve missed that energy.” ⸻ ⸻ From the hallway, two figures paused. ⸻ Ari stood slightly ahead of Noah. She looked like a modern teenager now—about 13–14, with long dark hair tied into a loose half-braid, wearing an oversized hoodie over a school uniform skirt, phone in hand. Her expression was calm but observant, the kind of quiet maturity that came from watching more than speaking. ⸻ Beside her, Noah leaned against the doorframe with a relaxed teenage posture. Around 14–15, he wore a slightly unbuttoned school blazer over a hoodie, messy hair falling into his eyes, backpack still hanging off one shoulder like he hadn’t fully decided if he was coming or going. His expression carried that classic teen mix of boredom and curiosity. ⸻ Ari tilted her head slightly. “…Tour means you’ll be gone a lot.” ⸻ Lisa turned toward them. “…Yeah.” ⸻ A pause. ⸻ Noah exhaled. “So basically the house becomes quieter and more monitored.” ⸻ Jennie raised an eyebrow. “That sounded like a complaint disguised as analysis.” ⸻ Noah shrugged. “I’m just stating outcomes.” ⸻ ⸻ Lisa stood and walked toward them, kneeling slightly to their level. “…We’ll still be here,” she said gently. “Just busy.” ⸻ Ari nodded once. “I get it.” Her tone was more grounded now—teenage understanding replacing childhood confusion. ⸻ Noah looked at her. “…We’re fine.” A pause. “…Probably.” ⸻ Rosé laughed softly from behind them. “That ‘probably’ is doing a lot of work.” ⸻ ⸻ Jennie clapped once. “Okay. Tour mindset starts today.” ⸻ Rosé smiled. “I’m excited.” ⸻ Jisoo nodded calmly. “Then let’s prepare properly.” ⸻ Lisa stood again. Her focus fully locked in. “…Let’s do it right.” ⸻ ⸻ And just like that— the house shifted again. From everyday rhythm… to movement, schedules, stages. ⸻ And in the hallway, two teenagers watched it all unfold— old enough now to understand what “busy” really meant… but still young enough to feel it when things started changing again.
Panel 1 split Photo 1 asking photo 2 where is brother Oliver and sister Freya photo 1 saying they are away to get someone special a really nice birthday present next panel photo 2 put her head down. Panel 2 split (The maid standing by photo 1 chair adjusted her outfit) the maid saying young miss please eat you must grow up big a strong to go with them next time but realize to late she said to much covers her mouth Panel 3 wide Saying miss Camila that is enough you can go now looking
Kiss photo 1 as he walks away photo 1 saying we have to finish our fight crying
Panel 1 wide Photo 2 walking around the swimming pool with pink bikini shorts on Panel 2 split Photo 1 walking into the women’s locker room where there are 5 other girls getting into their bikinis one woman sitting at a locker in green and white bikini bottom and a long white shirt lifting to her belly with blue eyes and black hair next panel photo 1 bikini top red and white standing at a locker Panel 3
Photo 1 is sitting in the luxury apartment of photo 3. Photo 1 is wearing a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up, black pants and black socks. Photo 3 is wearing the outfit in photo 4 with white socks. Photo 1 is sitting on the coach in his iPhone. Panel shows photo 3 leaving to a bedroom. Photo 3 says “ I’ll be right back. “ Photo 1 says “Okay” while looking at his phone. Photo 1 is sending text messages on I message to photo 2. Photo 2 is saved in the phone as Lee Jay. Photo 2 says “ Hey can you talk?” Photo 1 says “ Yeah, quick.” Photo 2 says “ Your father came by your apartment looking for you.” “I was able to rush over, and handle the situation” Photo 1 says “what’s the story?” Photo 2 says “ You are studying at Ontaeku.” Photo 1 says “Okay”. Photo 1 then puts the phone down. Panel close up to photo 1 serious face. Pho
Photo 1 is wearing black gloves and standing the in the window of a luxury executive office looking down at the city lights. Photo 1 is hold a glass of bourbon in his hand with the other hand in the pocket. In the corner next to him, photo 3 is standing holding the iPad looking at him from a distance. The assistant is holding an Apple iPad in her hands. Photo 1 then says to photo 2 without looking away from the mirror “ I believe it’s time to begin the process. “ Photo 2 then leans forward and bows with her eyes closed and responds “ Yes sir, I will begin the preparation immediately.” Photo 2 then leaves the office. Photo 1 then say to the 2 body gaurds in the office “ prepare a car, we leave to see my son.” One of the bodyguard’s response and says “Yes sir.” The security gaurds leave the office. (Panel shows a close up of the side view of photo 1 looking down out the window.)
(Panel shows a cute hot pot restaurant in Korea.) (The Restaurant is call “MowMow’s Place”.) Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2. Photo 3 is wearing the outfit in photo 4. Photo 1 is walking up to the restaurant on the her iPhone talking to photo 3 on the phone. Photo 3 is walking on the college campus and his iPhone up to his ear talking to photo 1. Photo 1 says “ Hey, are you free?” Photo 3 smirks and says “ Yeah I am, where are you?” Photo 1 looks shy and says “ Do you want to meet me at MowMow’s?” Photo 3 then says “I’ll be over in 15 minutes.” Photo 1 then walks into the restaurant and grabs a seat in corner at the window. Photo 1 then looks out the window and watch people go by and thinks “If I do let you back into my life, will you hurt me again?”
(Panel shows photo 1 sitting in the corner at the table looking out the window and people. Panel 1 is sitting in MowMow’s Hot Spot a Korean hot pot restaurant.) Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2. Photo 3 is wearing the out in photo 4. Photo 3 is walking towards photo 1 from behind as photo 1 is looking out the window waiting. Photo 3 then takes a seat in front of photo 1 and says “Hey!” with a handsome smile. Photo 1 then looks shocked and she “ Hey, where did you come from?” Photo 3 says “I was in the area, just got done with class.” Photo 1 then says with a concerned face “Okay.“ “I’m sorry for the way I acted towards you. Especially since I was the one that reached out to you first. Photo 3 then looks shocked and said “Why are you apologizing?” Photo then scratches the back of his head with his eyes closed with a nervous look on his face and says “ If anything I should be the one apologizing.” Photo 3 then looks at the table with a straight face and says “I’m the one who made you feel that way, it’s because of me that you feel that you have to apologize for being yourself.” Photo 1 looks at photo 3 with a soft and concerned look and says “I have a question, why?” “ Why did you cheat so many times” Photo 3 then looks at photo 1 in shock. Photo 3 then looks at the table with a relaxed face and says “Because I’m damaged, because I’m broken, because I didn’t know how bad I was hurting you.” A waiter comes over and brings the hot pot meal and lays it out on the table. Photo 1 and photo 3 then look at each other. Panel shows side view of photo 1 and photo 3 sitting across from each other. Photo 1 and photo 3 both think “ Where do we go from here?”
It is 1:30 am at college. Photo 1 is wearing the outfit in photo 2. Photo 1 is lying in a bedroom decorated for a girl surrounded by Windows. Photo 1 is laying on the bed looking at her black IPhone texting. She then gets a text from a number saved as “Unknown Number 💔🥀” (Close up of the phone text messages on iMessage) The unknown number says “Hey 👋🏻 can we talk? I feel like we should since we’re in the same class and I see you all over campus.” Photo 1 replies “ Why? We can see each and not acknowledge each other.” Unknown number says “ I just wanna do the right going. I feel I have change and I hurt you , I just wanna tell you how sorry I am for hurting you💔” “It’s fine if you don’t wanna talk, I’ll leave you alone.” Photo 1 replies “…….come over 😓” Photo 1 then puts the phone down on the bed. Photo 1 lays her face on the pillow and looks info the distance with a sad look on her face and thinks “Mei, what are you doing?” Photo 1 then looks up at her bedroom door as she heard a knock at the front door of the apartment. Photo 1 then walks to open the front door of her luxury apartment. Photo 1 then opens the door with a worried and sad look on her face ready to cry. (Panel close up to photo 1 as she opens the front door)
Photo 1 then pulls up to the college campus. And steps out of a BMW and looks at the college and the college students. Photo 1 is wearing a black sweatshirt with a white big white rose in the front, black jeans, and white Nike Air Force’s. Photo 1 has a very serious expression while looking at all the other happy students and sighs and “says let’s get this shit over with” Photo 1 then begins to walk up the college steps with a black suitcase.
Photo 1 is sitting in the backseat of a luxury Mercedes Benz. Photo 2 is driving that luxury car. Photo 1 is looking out the window as the car drives. As the car ride by, through the window photo 1 then sees photo 3 wearing the outfit in photo 4 looking at her phone waiting to cross the streets of a mordern day college along side other city people on there phone. Photo 1 then notices photo 3 white hair and his mesmerized and widen his eyes while watching her and thinks “Who is that?” Photo 2 then looks back at photo 1 and sees him looking at photo 3 and smirks at photo 1 looks forward and the continues to drive.
Photo 1 and photo 2 are sitting beside each other in a university classroom. Photo 1 and 2 are looking straight ahead listening to the professors lecture. Photo 3 is sitting behind photo 1 and 2 in the second row looking at photo 2. Photo 1 then whispers to photo 2 without breaking eye contact with the professors lecture, “ Hey did you know Micheol is in this class?” Photo 2 then whispers back to photo 1 without breaking eye contact with the professor’s lecture, “ No, I didn’t. I wouldn’t have taken this class if I had known. “ She also says “ He commented on our middle school picture on my profile, that photo was from 2016 that was 5 years ago.” Photo 3 then leans back and pulls his phone out. Photo 3 has his black iphone in his hand and has the IMessage app open ready to send a text to a person what appears to be photo 2 on the top in the center with the name Mei. Photo 3 then has , “ I miss you so much “ typed out and ready to text, but then backspace out all the text message without sending and puts the phone in his pocket.
She has a voluptuous body. She’s really close to a guy