“Hubby, remember the time I asked you to be my girlfriend?” Jennie asked wistfully. 

“Mhmmn...” Rosé answered, only partially paying attention as she was distractedly sorting laundry.

“I took you out to go star gazing on the beach, and we snuggled under a blanket, and then when we got home I had filled the dorm with a thousand pink roses, and I hired a string quartet to play that cheesy Ed Sheeran song you love so much,” Jennie gushed dreamily. 

“Uh huh, I remember, babe.”

“It really was just an elaborate prank,” Jennie deadpanned.

Rosé looked at the brunette exasperatedly. “Jennie Kim, we’ve been married for ten years.”

“Uh huh, what’s your point, Roseanne Kim?” 

Rosé crossed her arms, but an amused half-smile was playing on the corner of her lips. “You’re ridiculous, y’know that?”

“The thing is... I’m not really gay,” Jennie insisted seriously. 

“For someone who isn’t gay, you certainly enjoy gay a whole lot.”

“I just married you for the ,” the brunette said with an expressionless face.

“I mean, it’s pretty fantastic . I’d marry me too,” Rosé said smugly.

“Right? Should we go reaffirm our marriage with some mindblowing ?” Jennie suggested. 

“I mean, if it’s the only thing keeping us together, we totally should,” the bl