Love is quite similar to a snowflake. There’s never two alike of them and they always need a bit of wind to rush around and not disappear into the oblivion of the dull, boring whiteness that has already covered every single heart. To the benefit of our dear Rosie, whose heart deserved special Christmas lightning, Jennie and I took up the noble position of being the feverous wind that would play the oh so lovely strings of Lisa’s heart, in hopes that soon enough the miracle that this young couple is, could actually happen. It takes two to tango...or so people say, but what do people really know? They never had an extra flirty Roseanne Park whom our beloved Lalisa always ignored, or usually gave back unwanted attention by cheeky comments that would lead to an annoying bickering which Jennie would find irritating and I myself, would proudly call love. You see, our friends preferred to dance alone, so we had to manage bringing them into a group dance, only to gloriously have them breathe the same air. Edit: First of all, they are my friends and secondly, stop using ‘we’ as if I had anything to do with this mess. – J.K. (Oh yeah, by the way, Jennie found the blog and managed to convince me to edit it herself before every update, just in case I do anything too overboard again. Honestly though, when have I ever gone overboard?!) The struggles of being ChaeLisa’s personal love cupid (ft. a very uncooperative Jennie Kim.) No.1: Dealing with a boy…again. (Edit: I have no idea what you’re talking about.) You didn’t really have to deal with your boy, but that’s mostly because you were the one to give her trouble, which now you can lowkey understand how it might have affected Jennie, seeing it through Rosé’s troubled eyes. Now, you do admit Rosé’s not being hardcore subtle about her crush on Lisa, never missing a chance to get too flirty, but then again, she does that with everyone who gives her the slightest bit of attention. Bad habits die hard, you say. That’s why you ought to understand why Lisa usually rolled her eyes at the comments Rosé gave away smoothly. She would quickly brush them off as if they didn’t really matter to her, but the slight tremble of her lips as the awkward, stuttering mess that sounded like ‘Rosie, stop being like that!’ didn’t go unnoticed by you. It didn’t really need a genius to figure out the girls had feelings for each other, even though they played it off as a joke. To conclude this game, you asked Rosé out nicely and forced Lisa to join by threatening to have Dalgom chase her. You also dragged Jennie into the small café to join you as a cupid who would officially make LiSé (?) happen. We’ll work on the ship name eventually. “I don’t see why you don’t just tell her how you feel,” you mumble. “Yeah, or you can avoid that and dedicate a whole blog to complaining about her,” Jennie grinned sassily, scrunching up her nose like a kitten and giving you an eye roll. “I have no idea what Jennie is talking about,” Rosé arched her brow in confusion, but she quickly snapped out of it and turned to you. “Don’t you think I’ve tried?! She always thinks I’m joking though.” “Then do something to prove her that you’re not.” “Yeah, like write a blog,” Jennie swiftly added. “You will seriously never miss an opportunity to bring that up, will you?!” you sigh in frustration and Jennie just gives you a peck, her lips turning in a smug grin after. “You two are disgusting,” Rosé groaned and fell back on the chair in despair. “When will me and Lisa ever?!” “Well, never if you don’t ask her out,” she fakes a cry at your words. “C’mon Rosie, just take her somewhere nice,” you encourage again with half a soul, the whiny Rosé that once was funny to watch was now a heartbreaking view. “Yeah, you can- “I’m not writing her a blog Jennie, whatever that means,” she whined again. “Okay you punk, I was going to say ‘you can take her somewhere that is close to your heart and tells a lot about you, so she feels your effort on wanting to dwell deeper into this relationship’ but since you mentioned it, you can also write her a blog,” Jennie said unamused, her smug grin still plastered on her face. “Jennie’s right,” you agree. “The place I mean, not the blog.” “Yeah, I guess she is. I can try thinking of somewhere.” “Well, think fast because Lisa’s five steps away from our table.” “WHAT?!” Edit: “Yeah, I guess she is. I can try thinking of somewhere.” – also had an addition of “I know you don’t mean the blog. What kind of a weirdo would even do that?!” –J.K. Post Edit: “I know you don’t mean the blog. What kind of a weirdo would even do that?!” – also had an addition of “Jennie is such a freak these days.” – MC Chuu No.2: And I thought Jennie had bad date ideas. (Edit: You’ll get nothing but Netflix without Chill now as dates. – J.K.) You could feel Rosé shifting awkwardly in her seat as Lisa approached, her usual not-bothered character was now in overdrive, hyperventilating more and more each time Lisa took a step closer. “Lisa,” Jennie smiled, a bit too extra for her usual, annoyed greetings towards the younger girl. “I’m so glad you joined us.” “Why is Jennie acting freaky?” she arched her brow. “That’s exactly what I said,” Rosé mumbled, taking the cup of coffee to her lips in hopes too muffle her nervousness. “See, you’re basically made for each other,” you clap your hands too excitedly, earning a kick under the table from Rosé and a nudge from Jennie. “Yeah right,” Lisa snorted, joining the table, looking back and forth. “And why does Jisoo have that stupid grin on her face?” “Because she’s a famous blog writer apparently,” Jennie rolled her eyes, her arm still nudging you annoyingly. “I mean, who would’ve known?” “I did,” Lisa simply shrugged and you wanted to shrink. “I found her blog way before you started dating her, that’s why I kept saying you should try asking her out again even though she refused once.” Jennie’s messy words and Lisa’s loud answers started creating a fuss on the table in which you got lost way too quickly, forgetting why you even called up this meeting. You gave a brief look towards Rosé who was most likely thanking her God for the obnoxious mess that was created which had led to the disappearance of her own ‘dating’ topic. As if. “Guys,” you whine, pushing back on her chair a tiny Jennie who had gotten up and was yelling at Lisa