Make It With You

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Monique, still processing the whole "who is my girlfriend?" dilemma, stared at Mina with an exaggerated pout. "So, dude, why aren't you answering me? Who's my unlucky girlfriend?"

Irene, trying to keep up, blinked at Monique. "Why 'unlucky'?"

Monique threw her hands up dramatically. "Dude, look at me. I can't even remember who she is, so how lucky can she get? Is it Sana?" she asked, clearly hoping for some outlandish answer to satisfy her curiosity.

Mina, with the speed of a ninja, shook her head. "Nope. Definitely not."

Monique, raising an eyebrow like she was some detective solving a great mystery, deadpanned, "Don't tell me it's you, Irene?"

Irene, pretending to be wounded, clasped her chest. "Why do you look dissatisfied? Am I not good enough for you?"

Monique, smirking, answered without skipping a beat, "So, it is you? Oh my god, I can't believe this!" And then, with the enthusiasm of a reality show contestant who had just lost, she added, "This is not funny!"

"What is so unbelievable about that?" Rosé giggled, not helping at all.

"Because... no offense, dude, but you're not my type," Monique replied, crossing her arms like an exasperated teenager. Naturally, this sparked an uproar of laughter.

"Oh yeah?" Jennie asked, arching a curious eyebrow. "What is your type, then?"

Everyone exchanged glances like they were witnessing some kind of déjà vu-Monique's memory loss may have been fresh, but her words were starting to sound eerily familiar, like the plot of a very weird soap opera.

"I don't have a type," Monique answered, clearly feeling like she was solving the world's biggest mystery. "Wait... this happened before," she mumbled, looking perplexed.

"What?" they all asked, leaning in like they were waiting for a juicy confession.

Monique blinked, slightly embarrassed. "I'm sorry."

"About what?" Lisa asked, completely puzzled.

"Nothing. Don't mind me," Monique quickly replied, like she'd just had a mini existential crisis. "You know what? I can't think of anyone who could be my girlfriend. Maybe you all are just pulling a prank on me," she added, eyeing them suspiciously.

Jisoo, looking slightly concerned, asked, "Out of curiosity, why do you want to know who your girlfriend is?"

"Well, first of all, she's my girlfriend. Second, I want to apologize for not remembering her. Third, I think I should break up with her," Monique said, completely deadpan.

"Why??" They all shouted in disbelief.

Monique was startled by their sudden, synchronized reaction. She shrugged, looking unexpectedly sad. "Well, it's unfair to her. I've lost my memory, and yeah, I might regain it... but it might take a while. And there's also a chance I could lose it forever," she said solemnly, then added, "It's a free pass for her not to get stuck with a crackhead like me."

She placed her head on Jisoo's shoulder, earning a collective gasp from the group, especially Jisoo, who looked like she'd just been hit by a bus.

"And besides," Monique continued, a small chuckle escaping her lips, "I'm friends with Blackpink. I should break up with her. It's just... it's the logical thing to do."

Mina, looking unimpressed, asked, "What's your point?"

"Jisoo," Monique answered with a dramatic flourish.

"Why?" they asked in unison, genuinely confused.

"Because she's Jisoo, that's why," Monique said, rolling her eyes like it was the most obvious thing in the world.