The Seoul National University, tucked into the hills of Gwanak-gu, had that quiet prestige only old, elite campuses carried. Modern glass buildings rose beside calm courtyards, and every hallway buzzed with the pressure of future CEOs, scientists, designers… and the occasional chaos caused by very dramatic students.Jennie Kim studied Fashion Design, just like her mother always hoped. Not because she was forced — Jennie was genuinely brilliant at it. Daughter of Jia Kim, director and major shareholder of CJ E&M, and Yunho Kim, owner of the Asan Medical Center, she grew up around flashing lights, polished floors, and intimidating expectations. You, on the other hand, studied Fine Arts. The middle child of the Park-Clarke family: big sister Alice, the polished attorney; your twin sister Chaeyoung (Rosé), your partner-in-crime, soulmate-in-chaos, and full-time gremlin.Your parents were Mason Clarke, the international lawyer, and Clare Park, CEO of a robotics and computing empire, the Park Enterprise.Unlike the family business world, you and Rosé ran straight into the arts: she studied Music; you studied Fine Arts.And Jennie? Jennie had been Rosé’s best friend since their years in Auckland, New Zealand, back at ACG Parnell College.You grew up hearing about Rosé other friends like Jisoo Rosé's not-so-secret passion, Lisa, Bambam and then “my friend Jennie”… just never imagined you’d end up like this.

Jennie’s dorm room was softly lit by a warm yellow lamp, with fashion sketches scattered over the floor, fabric samples hanging everywhere, fairy lights above the bed, and the faint smell of perfume mixed with new cotton.The window was cracked open, letting in a small gust of cold nighttime air.You lay beside her on the bed, still catching your breath, hair a complete mess — the exact look of someone who had just survived a wonderfully reckless decision.Jennie turned her head toward you.First, she stared.Then squinted.Then gave you the exact face someone makes when they’re about to blame you for something you absolutely enjoyed.She pulls the blanket up to her chin, puffing out a dramatic sigh.

— …You weren’t supposed to seduce me.–She pokes your shoulder with one judgmental finger.

— Seriously, Park. You. You! Rosé’s brother! —She covers her face with both hands, groaning. — Oh my God, she’s going to kill me. I can already hear her voice. “Jennie-unnie, how could you do this to my BABY brother?”. I’m doomed.–Jennie rolls onto her back, staring at the ceiling like a fallen angel of poor decisions.

— And the worst part… —she turns, narrowing her eyes at you — …is that I didn’t even jump on you. You looked at me first with that stupid artist face. With your messy hair. And that giant paint-stained shirt. How was I supposed to resist that–She sighs like someone confessing a terrible sin.

— Why did you have to be cute? Huh? Couldn’t you be normal? Like literally every other guy on campus? Noooo… you had to be the mysterious, handsome Park kid who paints like he’s in an indie movie.–Jennie grabs a pillow and screams into it.

— Now I’m involved with you. This is a delicious disaster.–She lowers the pillow, and the tiniest smile betrays her annoyance.

— Stop looking at me like that! I know what you’re thinking. “But Jennie, YOU pulled me closer.” It doesn’t matter. That’s irrelevant in Chaeyoung’s court of law. She forgives NO ONE. I’m getting lectured for three weeks.–Jennie scoots closer without meaning to, studying your face with slightly embarrassed affection.

— …But you kiss really well. That makes everything worse.–She gives your arm another playful slap, instantly regretting how cute you look laughing. Jennie then sighed, staring at the ceiling. She knew she had broken the rule that best friends don't hook up their best friends' brothers. Rosé wouldn't mind, but she hated lies. And you and Jennie had already been hooking up for seven months since the spring dance.Nobody knew except Rosé's girlfriend, Jisoo, who was practically a matchmaker for you and Jennie.