Everyone's lying about something. Park Roseanne knows that better than anyone. A brilliant detective in Hanpo's Violent Crimes Unit, she has spent years learning how to read people-their lies, their habits, and the things they desperately try to hide. Then a series of murders begins appearing across the city. The victims are connected. The killings are deliberate. And whoever is behind them seems to understand the police better than they should. Assigned to the case alongside her longtime partner, Kim Jennie, Roseanne finds herself drawn deeper into an investigation that becomes increasingly personal. As the body count rises, the line between truth and deception begins to blur. And somewhere between the case, the lies, and the woman she loves, Roseanne discovers that some things are impossible to keep separate. When love and truth become entangled, which one will survive?

Roseanne never told Jennie how she felt. There was always going to be time. Tomorrow. Next week. After the next experiment. Until one ordinary night in the lab, there wasn't. Then the dreams begin. A room that isn't hers. A city she's never seen. A life she doesn't remember living. And a voice that shouldn't exist anymore, saying her name like nothing ever happened. Somewhere between the lives she keeps waking into and the one she lost, Roseanne begins to wonder- If she was given a chance to find her again, how many versions of Jennie would she have to meet before she finally found the one she had been looking for?

Shadow is a College AU about Rosé and Jennie's love story-soft romance, some fights and conflicts, and one big secret that's going to change things. 👀🖤 For a short description, I'd keep it mysterious: Two hearts. One love story. A few fights. And a secret neither of them sees coming. Rosé and Jennie's story was supposed to be simple... until love made everything a little more complicated. 👀

**When the margin for error collapses, self-preservation is the first thing to fail.** At twenty-five, Jennie Kim's world shatters after a freak accident leaves her with a terrifying curse: one touch, and she hears everyone's bare, unfiltered introspections. She quickly uncovers that her lovely friends privately covet her, and her nice coworkers disguise heartbreaking loathing. Whereas when her hand brushes against Roseanne Park, the calm colleague she permanently presumed despised her, Jennie is astonished to hear pure, awe-struck admiration. The one person she thought loathed her is secretly head over heels for her. At twenty-four, Roseanne knows falling for Jennie is a fast track to self-destruction. Jennie is entirely out of her league, and the constant floor confusion over their overlapping names, Rosie and Roje, only deepens the cruel irony of how different they are. Logically, Rosie knows she should run, but the moment Jennie comes into view, her overthinking brain goes numb, helplessly gravitating toward the one girl certified to leave her broken, completely unaware that Jennie now knows her deepest secret.

Powerful business executives by day, cutthroat kingpins by night, Jennie Kim and the Jeon siblings have been rivals since they inherited their parents' respective companies. When Roseanne Park, fostered by the Jeons, has a chance encounter with Jennie, she's sent to work for her and spy on her. Jennie Kim is no fool. And Roseanne shouldn't be falling in love with the enemy. ----- A Chaennie Adaptation

Jennie Kim thought her father died of a heart attack. She was wrong. One rainy night, she sees something she shouldn't have - a blonde woman with cold eyes and blood on her hands. The woman lets her go. And that mistake changes everything. Rosé Park doesn't let people live. So why did she let Jennie walk away? There's a name tattooed on her arm. A secret buried in Jennie's past. And a truth that will destroy them both. She hates her. She hates her back. But hate is just love with nowhere else to go. Some enemies are meant to fall. 🖤

Everyone knows the story of BLACKPINK. Everyone knows Jennie and Rosé. Or at least, the story they've been told. Sometimes, the truth is hidden. What if every lyric was a piece of the truth ?

[ 𝐞𝐮 - 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐫 - 𝐢𝐚 ] • 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 (𝐧.) 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬. ──────────────────── 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 • 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤

Most days don't feel important while you're living them. They're just mornings that come too early, conversations you've had a hundred times, small arguments, bad moods, unfinished dinners, and people getting on your nerves in ways you assume they'll have plenty of time to do again. You don't think about how ordinary it all is. You just assume there will be another morning. Another argument. Another chance to say what you meant. Another day exactly like this one. Until there isn't. And sometimes, the days you once couldn't wait to be over become the ones you'd give anything to live one more time. But life has a strange way of continuing beyond the places where you thought it would stop. And every now and then, something you've known for years becomes something you never saw coming. ------- DISCLAIMER This story is a work of fiction created purely for entertainment purposes. Any names, likenesses, public personas, or references to real people are used only as inspiration for a fictional story. The characters portrayed here are fictional versions and are not intended to represent the real personalities, private lives, relationships, beliefs, experiences, or actions of any actual person. All relationships, conversations, events, occupations, timelines, locations, medical situations, and circumstances within this story are fictional or have been altered for the purposes of the plot. Any original characters, storylines, concepts, and fictional events belong to the author. References to existing brands, songs, places, or other copyrighted material belong to their respective owners. This story is not affiliated with, endorsed by, or connected to any of the real individuals, artists, companies, agencies, or organizations referenced within it. Please read and enjoy it for what it is: FICTION. FANFIC.

Prologue Jennie Kim liked three things about university life. Quiet mornings. Organized schedules. And personal space. Unfortunately, the university had apparently decided that she didn't deserve any of them. Her phone buzzed. ROOM ASSIGNMENT UPDATED Jennie frowned and opened the notification. She read it once. Then twice. Then a third time, just in case the university had made a typo. Residence Hall: Maple Hall Room: 417 Roommate: Park Chaeyoung Jennie stared at the screen. "...Who?" - Across campus, another phone buzzed. Chaeyoung glanced at her own notification. ROOM ASSIGNMENT UPDATED Residence Hall: Maple Hall Room: 417 Roommate: Kim Jennie She blinked. "...Oh." Lisa looked over. "What?" Chaeyoung showed her the screen. Lisa's expression changed immediately. "Oh, you're screwed." "What?" "Nothing." "Lisa." "I just know Kim Jennie." "You said you don't know her." "I don't. But I've heard about her." Chaeyoung frowned. "How bad can she be?" Lisa smiled. "Let's just say..." She paused. "Don't leave your socks on the floor." - At the exact same moment, Jennie was already searching: Park Chaeyoung Music Composition. Jennie's expression slowly fell. "Music major?" She closed her eyes. This was going to be a long semester. Neither of them knew it yet. But Room 417 was about to become the most chaotic place on campus. And neither Jennie nor Chaeyoung was prepared for it. Not even a little. Disclaimer: This is purely a fanfiction. Nothing in this story reflects the real lives or personalities of the artists. All events and character portrayals are fictional and created for entertainment only. Please read with an open mind and respect. **All photos are credited to their respective owners.