I’m never not excited about something, even when it has nothing to do with me. Hell, I’d be excited to even get the flu, so consider me – and everyone around me – surprised to be faced with a sulky and sad Jisoo over a trip to New Zealand. What’s there to be sulky about that, you say. Well, on a light-hearted note Jennie is taking said trip with Rosé and on a dark-hearted note, because of some unfortunate circumstances, I’m not joining, which means, I won’t be able to see my girlfriend for a whole week, seven days, exactly 168 lonely hours. And during that time, during those deadly hours, a lot can happen. I shall remind you our universe was created in seven days and I shall inform you that a very needy Jisoo was also formed in seven desperate days of missing Jennie Kim. Damn it Jennie Kim. The struggles of being a needy girlfriend (A sad and sulky rant about getting a taste of those long distance relationships) No.1: Stupid Jennie Kim and her 'I'll text you each second of the day'. After all the sappy crying and hugs at the airport, the last thing Jennie told you – before her usual ‘I love you and I’ll miss you’ – was that she’d text you every second she’d spend away. She didn’t. Fairly enough – as Lisa pointed out – it had only been three hours since they left, but you weren’t going to let such a detail become an excuse. The fact remained that she didn’t text and that totally flipped over your life into being dark and cloudy and a series of John Green books where the main character played video games in a total collapse of depression after being ignored by the girl that had taken over said character’s life. You were this close into taking up the responsibility of looking for New Zealand. Honestly, you don’t get it! It wouldn’t waste the time of her life to text you and reminded you she loved you. It wasn’t unknown that you needed your fair share of care and attention so you could cope with life. Even Lisa who was – unwillingly you should add – trapped inside the cold and sunshine deprived world you were living was aware that it was absolutely Jennie’s fault for the gloominess of the situation. Not that she didn’t miss Rosé leaving, but it was more subtle, since Rosé wouldn’t stop damn texting her. You wanted to cry. “Are you seriously acting like a twelve year old with a crush and waiting for Jennie to text you first?” Lisa asked. “Yes,” you pout. “I mean no, but yes I’m waiting,” by now you’re snuggling inside Jennie’s leather jacket and pressing a little bit too hard on your controller’s buttons. “Didn’t you tell her that she shouldn’t be texting you but enjoying the oh so fun life of New Zealand,” Lisa said in a high pitched, overdramatic voice. “That almost convinced Rosie to not text me,” and now it was her time to pout. “Yes, but she said she’d text so go deal with your own girlfriend and let me drown in despair.” “Playing that bloody game while constantly checking your phone for messages means you’re clingy, not ‘drowning in despair’,” Lisa rolled her eyes. “God, you’re annoying.” “God, you’re desperate.” No.2: How dare she wear her Sailor Moon pajamas! Of course, you helped Jennie get ready for her trip and of course, you did pack her those Sailor Moon pajamas you always wear when you sleep over at Jennie’s, but of ing course, that doesn’t mean that Jennie should wear them while she’s away from you and snap you those cosy pictures of her wearing them. That simply doesn’t make sense and any person in their right mind would agree with you. Because Jennie looks so damn cute in them. You know because Jennie always sleeps too late and that makes her face look tired and her moves lazy, sparking inside you this bright feeling of wanting to take care of her as if she’s a baby. And you’ve always thought that babies were the spawns of Satan, but this was Jennie Kim and in your eyes she’d always be too cute, bursting in sunshine and love. You know that tomorrow morning she’ll wake up too late with messy hair and dry lips. Her collarbones would be dancing on the blue collars of those damn pajamas that have a couple of buttons ripped. They’re worn out, the pajamas, but you’re sure that the little sailor moon figurines are bright and the girl wearing them is much brighter. The ten seconds of a snap aren’t enough for you, so you feel tears stinging your eyes. You can’t decide whether it’s a good thing or not that that one selfie is followed by ten others. You'd end up crying from missing her too much by the last one. You click on the next photo and you already feel like booking a ticket to New Zealad. It’s been only three days but it feels like you haven’t seen her smile in forever. God, you hate those pajamas. You are reminded that tomorrow is Sunday and Jennie never goes out on Sundays so she’s usually hanging around her house, not bothering to change, loving the comfort that her sleepwear gives her. They’re cosy. They’re home. And it reminds you that now your home is all the way to another country, too far for your reach. You click on the next pic. The more you miss her the more you hate those Sailor Moon pajamas. No.3: And who do I tell about my new achievements on that Nintendo game you hate to see me play?! You haven’t been doing anything at all since Jennie has left. Nothing fun that is. You come to that conclusion when a brief rush of happiness washes over you as you finally surpass that one level you thought you’d never win while playing Nintendo. There’s air punching and random English spilling from your lips, but then it hits you…now what?! You can’t possibly call Jennie and tell her about it because you’ve been calling and texting her all day and she hasn’t replied, but it’s not like you have anyone else to call and tell about it. You’re reminded of Jennie angrily staring at the Nintendo as if she wants to break it each time you tell her that you need to surpass this level and then you can cuddle with her all she wants. Jennie hates that feeling of you choosing a stupid game over her and now you feel guilty for not paying enough attention, because there are times like this when she decides to take a damn trip towards New Zealand and now all you have is a lifeless Nintendo who can’t cling to you like Jendeukie can. You realize how important it’s to you to have Jennie around, because you always have this feeling like you want to run to her and tell her about your day and all the things that make you happy. Her mere presence makes you happy and you want her back now. Now. And let’s not get you started on the constant anxiety of the possible things Jennie could be doing without you. No.4: Her clothes have stopped smelling like her and I might have cried, but you can’t prove it so shut up. It’s cringy to accept and Lisa rolled her eyes so hard she took a sneak peak of her brain when she noticed, but you’ve been using that white band-shirt you stole from Jennie the first time you confessed as a pillowcase. It smells like her, the shirt. So does the leather jacket you don’t seem to take off lately. You’ve basically stolen half of her clothes and the other half she’s left herself at your house because she’s around most of the time. You’ve always loved that your wardrobe was now a mix between your lavender fabric softener and Jennie’s usual vanilla scent, all tinted with the thousand different fragrance’s that Jennie used. By the fifth day the shirt you’ve wrapped your pillow with stopped having that vanilla aroma that drove you crazy and started smelling like your herbal shampoo and the l