Sometimes, before sleep, I like to count all the good deeds I’ve done throughout my entire life, for I might’ve done a lot to deserve Kim Jisoo as my girlfriend, but while counting my brain usually drifts off to the thousand mistakes I’ve made and that’s the moment I realize why Park Chaeyoung is my friend. You see, my main gay struggles didn’t come from me, like Jisoo’s came from her being femme. No sir, absolutely not. They mainly came from the blushing and awkward mess I was when interacting with one (1) pretty woman called Kim Jisoo, and of course, from the one and only of a best friend I had. I swear that the existence of Park Chaeyoung is God testing me and if Ariana Grande had different people to teach her love and pain and patience, I had one damn boy of a friend who I’d never in a billion years thank. ‘Rosie can’t be that bad,’ you’d say, because yeah, she’s not that bad. She’s already fan-favourite in every single blog post. She’s quirky and fun and adorable and let’s not forget her aussie tinted sassiness that has everyone swooning. As if. To let you know how bad she actually is, I might have to take you all the way back to the days when I was nothing but crazy tinted feelings for Kim Jisoo, the single most gorgeous girl that would bless your mundane vision, and Rosé was your everyday craze of a best friend who encouraged you to make a fool out of yourself so she’d laugh later. Aren’t friendships just lovely?! The struggles of having a boy friend. (I met her at church, but she could be Satan) I: Lust “Are you seriously going to keep eye-ing Jisoo for the rest of the night?” Rosé says, yells into Jennie’s ear through the loud music. She takes a sip of her beer and nods, her lips curving into a smirk as she noticed Jisoo’s drunken stare burn into her skin, feels the intensity of it as if she was standing right next to her. Does she want to go over and just kiss Jisoo senseless? Of course she does. Will she, though? No, not in a million years. She’s not completely insane, yet. Not even Rosatan acting out unnecessary scenarios of Jennie finally giving in to her desires-which might or might not involve pinning Jisoo against the wall and getting that one kiss she’s been lusting after since the beginning of time-won’t make her move an inch. No sir, she learned her lesson the first time Jisoo rejected her. “Aren’t you supposed to be at Church?” Jennie snaps, raising an eyebrow as she glared at Rosé. She found the girl teasingly playing with the straw of her drink, innocently winking and smiling her way towards a crowd of star struck people who had been staring at her all night. “C’mon Jen, we do that on Sunday mornings. It’s Friday night right now,” she laughs, almost sadistically and as always, Jennie questions her life choices and wonders how the hell did she end up being friends with this peculiar girl. “Oh, and if you don’t get with Jisoo in a week or so, I will. The girl is gorgeous,” she pursues her lips before giving another diabetically sweet grin. “There’s also that guy though, but I doubt he’d ever even have a chance with Jisoo.” “Yeah, yeah whatever you say Ros-WAIT WHAT GUY?!” II: Gluttony Is Jennie most likely choking on her seventh shot of tequila? Yes. Is she going to stop? No. Does she know why the hell she’s getting pitch black drunk at the bar instead of enjoying her night out? Well, in her blurry head she recalls a particular moment when beer wasn’t enough to keep her nerves tranquil, but will she admit to it as Rosé dizzily chuckles and takes the next shot from her hand? No. Rosé, being the spawn of Satan, knows anyway. That’s exactly why she nudges Jennie at the same damned second that the guy, who was making (unnecessary Jennie must say) small talk with Jisoo, leaned in a little bit too close to her. She eagerly takes another shot, the alcohol burning , but that was nothing compared to Rosé’s light-hearted, mocking laugh that Jennie was sure made the perfect morning alarm for the Devil itself. “Why are you so eager today boo,” she says as Jennie slams down the glass. “Are you all riled up because of how y Jisoo looks in red?” “It’s rouge,” Jennie rolls her eyes, which might have caused her brain to stop functioning for a couple of seconds. “How can that imbecile even consider being good enough to breathe the same air as her,” she rambled frustrated, words smashed and messed with each other from the alcohol. “Well, that’s because unlike you, he had the balls to go and talk to her,” Rosé rolls her eyes too and Jennie decides that her brain had stopped functioning altogether. “Or had, I think Jisoo just kicked him.” Jennie turns around way too abruptly for her state of mind and it saddens her to know she already missed the show. “And now she’s looking angry-sad,” Rosé ponders for a second. “Hm, sangry. Maybe she’s just hungry. I’m hungry too,” she pouts. “And now she is running outside.” “I can see Rosie.” “Can’t tell when your eyes are half closed from the alcohol. Anyway, this is your chance to go mess it up some more.” “Is that supposed to be encouraging?!” “Whatever floats your boat, Jennie. Just keep the talking limited. You sound like a pre-schooler who just got all his teeth removed.” She gives a confused look towards her friend. “Aye, aye captain!” she mumbles without much enthusiasm, without complete realization on what the hell she was doing. Maybe she was a little bit more drunk than she’d admit to the bodyguard who was looking at her with a quirked eyebrow. ‘Well, me up,’ was the last thing that went through her mind. “You alright?” Jennie tries her best to alternate her words the moment she finds Jisoo outside the club. “I’m alright,” and for the love of God Jisoo doesn’t have to sound like a damn angel, but she does and it gets Jennie even more drunk than the tequila shots. ‘Too eager,’ Rosé would say. She goes through a stupid set of steps she once read online and tries to remember what was she supposed to do after making ‘small talk’. “Your boyfriend’s a ,” she rolls her eyes and her brain has a malfunctioning again but Jisoo chuckles lightly and she assumes she just skipped the second step and jumped to the third one which is to make your potential crush laugh. It , because Jennie isn’t potentially crushing, not even potentially loving Jisoo. Jennie is absolutely in love with Kim Jisoo and step four has something to do with flirting which totally turns Jennie in a blushing awkward mess. “He’s not my boyfriend,” Jisoo replies and Jennie tries to tone down the gummy smile that is daring to spread on her lips.