CHAPTER 4

"You know I'm not fond of parties, right unnie?" Rosé said in a courteous manner while picking out a dress from her closet.
 

"Yah, we need to go! That sem-ender party's like a rite of passage for you, a junior. And a chance for me,a senior, to have fun. We're both drowning in school works Rosé, a fun night wouldn't be that bad for us wouldn't it?" Jennie replied with pleading eyes, she really wanted to have fun with the redhead. Though the older have a lot of friends, she really enjoyed the company of the younger one. 

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"Ugh. No one told me the party's at this crackhead's house." Jennie said while pouting. "We have no choice but to tolerate this crackheadery for a night!!"

Jisoo's place is a mansion. It even has a pool. Rosé and Jennie entered the place and was greeted by none other than the crackheads themselves.

"Heya! Welcome! Enjoy the party! No pranks this time! Not at this moment atleast!" Jisoo exclaimed with a grimace.

Jennie rolled her eyes and whispered against Rosé's ears that she would just say hi to her friends and return right after, leaving Rosé at the bar.
 

"Hey, I didn't think you'd come." Rosé heard a familiar voice. It was Lisa. Looking all cool and simple with her streetwear fashion. 

"Jennie unnie kinda made me." Rosé replied.

"Church girl at a party." Lisa whispered albeit being heard by the redhead.

Ugh. She's back to being the . Rosé thought.

The annual rite of passage consists in the seniors picking random names of 2 juniors and play 7 minutes in heaven. Childish. But still, it's a ritual after all. Of course, Rosé had no idea. That was why she was baffled when a group of seniors led her to a closet and locked her there. She had no choice. Not moments after, Lisa joined her inside. 

The closet was spacious, but Rosé felt so small.

"ing Jisoo unnie! She told me she'd spare us this year!" Lisa exclaimed while clenching her fists. 

"Wait--- you knew about this rite?" Rosé queried

"Who wouldn't, church girl? If you're a junior entering the house of the annual party host it's b