Detention: Day 3, Wednesday 

When Rosé got to detention the next day, there was a tiny, dark stormcloud named Jennie Kim, sulking softly like a gloomy cat watching grey sheets of rain through a window. She didn’t even look up at the blonde, lost in her turbulent thoughts. She didn’t have any spitballs or smart comments to lob. It made the Aussie feel strangely neglected and hurt. She had gotten used to the teasing of the mischievous brunette. She'd been spoiled with Jennie's curious attention. She craved it like crack.

“How do you always get here before me?” Rosé mused out loud, blissfully incognizant of the fact that she wanted her dark-haired senpai to notice her.

“I was born in this room and I’ll die in this room,” Jennie bemoaned, making Mr. Yang snort in amusement before he returned to the papers he was marking. It was always the end of the world with teenagers. He was so done with them.

Rosé sat next to Jennie instead of at her prime brown-nosing spot.
 

Jennie looked at her questioningly. "Feeling brave, are we? Not scared to catch my bad girl germs?" the brunette asked, but not with her usual fire. It made Rosé sad.

The Australian pointed at her mask. "I'm equipped for the most airborne of your bad influence. Anyway, you're the one afraid of my cooties," she joked, before removing the mask, and nudging Jennie slightly as a friendly, playful gesture. 
 

The brunette just sighed.

“Did you get in trouble? Did Yang find out you skipped detention yesterday?” Rosé whispered. 

Jennie snorted. “Please, Yang and I are bros. He’s cool.”

Rosé looked dubiously at their teacher, and then back at Jennie, waiting for an explanation for the brunette’s mood. 

Jennie sighed again. “Mr. Lee is threatening to suspend me if I fail another test,” she said softly.

“Isn’t suspension nothing new for you? Why do you care?” the Aussie asked but not unkindly. 

Jennie shrugged but seemed distraught still. 

“Well, let’s study for that test then! It’s not that complicated of a problem.” Rosé announced resolutely. "Mr. Lee is... Trig, right?"

Jennie looked at her like she was insane. "Do I look like I'm in Trig? I have Lee for Remedial Math! I know I'm stupid, okay? Just leave me alone."

“Oh c’mon, Jennie. I thought you burned down the cafeteria or something. Math is nothing! I'm good at Math and I’m good at studying. I can help you with your test."

“You’re helping me?” Jennie asked, all furrowed brows and skepticism.