Rosewood Hills

Rosewood Hills looked prettier at night than it ever did during the day. The quiet little college town always wore a strange shimmer after sunset, like it was hiding something beneath the glow of streetlamps. The old storefronts were closed, the sidewalks empty except for clusters of students moving toward the same destination. Music from some party or another pulsed through the air like a heartbeat.

Maru walked beside Sunwoo, rubbing her hands together for warmth. The air held a chill, but Sunwoo's excitement seemed to radiate enough heat for both of them.

"Tell me again why we're doing this," Maru said, pulling her cardigan tighter.

"Because," Sunwoo replied with dramatic flair, "someone put truth or dare on the table and you picked dare. Rookie mistake." Her grin was bright enough to rival the neon sign over the corner diner. "Besides, we won't be there long. We show up, walk in, walk out, get the photo proof, live to brag about it."

Maru gave her a look. "It's a frat party."

"It's not just any frat party." Sunwoo pointed down the block. "It's their frat party."

Maru followed her gaze and immediately regretted every decision that led her to this moment. The Alpha Eta house loomed ahead like some gothic mansion pretending to be a place where college boys lived. Lights flickered through the tall windows. The porch overflowed with students, music thundered out into the yard, and the whole scene felt alive with something wild and reckless.

And inside were the two names every Rosewood Hills student knew by the end of the first week.

Kim Taehyung.
Park Jimin.

Junior year legends. Devastatingly attractive. Filthy rich. Charismatic in a way that made people forgive their worst behavior. And above all, untouchable.