Let me drag you all the way back to the struggles of dating a boy, because once in a while I should gather all the patience that there’s left in me and deal with the Jennie Kim in her rawest form. Passive-aggressive and chubby cheeks puffing out of anger. Maybe it’s in the instinct, maybe it’s in the blood, maybe it’s just a trait she has, who knows?! Jennie Kim is a total mystery. However, the fact stays that a spin-off of ‘being a show off’ when it comes to their girlfriend, also turns a boy into an annoying cutie pie who is jealous of everything around you, from boys with quiff hairstyles to lip-pierced girls and even all the way to mosquitos. A little jealousy never hurt nobody, you say and I absolutely agree, but let’s admit, being all possessive and jealous over everything while still trying to act cold and sulky towards your girlfriend, who surprisingly finds you adorable at this state, turns your life into a one woman show which your friends are having a blast watching. And that mixed up personality of hers is exactly why I’m in love with Jennie Kim and wouldn’t, in a thousand years, settle for anything less dramatic. The struggles of being ½ Jensoo (…And the perks of Park Chaeyoung) No.1: It starts with you… There’s a thin line between compliments and flirting, or so Jennie says, because by now everything being said to you in a voice other than your lover’s falls into deaf ears and is shrugged away with a simple response. You have people call you beautiful and lovely all the time, making you immune towards their momentarily affectionate words. It’s just a compliment and you don’t gush about it much. You’re used to it. Jennie isn’t. “I don’t get it,” she states, taking off the hood of a plushie , violently. “This thing of a human left me on read when I asked her to send me her biology notes in eighth grade and now she dares to like literally every single picture I’ve uploaded that has you in it,” by now you’re sure she’ll rip off the plushie’s head along with the hood. “Babe, eighth grade is like a century ago,” you shrug, nicely trying to take the poor toy away from her kitten paws, but she gives you that kitten glare of hers and you give up on saving the bear in fear of your own life. “Doesn’t change the fact that she is all over you,” she rolls her eyes, giving one last push on the hood, finally taking it off and you think that maybe the plushie is safe now. “Don’t these humans have anything better to do than drooling over my princess?” you give up on that thought as you see her pulling the plushie close in a suffocating, clingy, Jendeukie-style hug. “Heard that? I said my princess,” she scoffs, her voice a bit higher as if she wanted to be heard outside of the four walls of your room. You want to ask her why she emphasises on the word ‘human’ so much, her face taking a salty look as if she’s eating lemon whenever she says it. However, as you contemplate the annoyed look on her face, you chose not to press on the matter, allowing her to be the unicorn she believes she is who doesn’t want to be concerned with all these mundane things around her. “Why did you have to be so annoyingly gorgeous,” she pouts and you don’t know if this is a compliment or not so you simply shrug as a response. “I mean, it would be so much easier if you weren’t such an eye-candy, but nope,” she rolled her eyes, falling dramatically on the bed and sighing hard, “you just happened to be a living goddess made of heart shaped lips that accept compliments with a smile and nice words, making humans,” and there she goes again, “fall for you when that’s my thing to do as the queen of clumsiness.” You let her rant on until she falls asleep, mumbling incomprehensible words, plushie stuck in her arms and head buried on your pillow. You don’t really know what she’s making a fuss about anyway, but she’s cute and you love her so you smile like an idiot to yourself before cuddling in bed with her. No.2: …it continues with boys… You don’t really want to blame Jennie for being jealous over guys asking you out or sending you suggestive text messages, because you’re sure that if someone was flirting with Jennie you wouldn’t only be jealous, but also furious and yelling your way to hell as you personally dragged said person there. You end up blaming Jennie for being overly-jealous when she starts sticking to you like glue during the whole party that Friday night, throwing death glares towards every drunk-gazing boy who lingers his eyes on your frame for more than necessary, that being exactly 1.5 seconds, according to Jennie’s laws of property invasion. You broke down laughing the first time she mentioned it, but that was before you realized she was being dead serious. Said realization hit you when you noticed a raven haired guy standing at the back, drink in his hands and a smudged smile on his face, a leather jacket thrown over his shoulders carelessly. You briefly remembered all those previous parties when there was only Jennie at the back, staring at you as you stared at her, long forgetting your friends and everyone around you, tension building at the inability to let your feelings go. You realize you had absentl