If this is a rom-com, kill the director | Jenlisa

Happy

"Oh, here will I set up my everlasting rest, and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars from this world-wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last. Arms, take your last embrace. And, lips, O you, the doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death."

Jennie leans forward and presses her lips against Lisa's while she lies inert on the altar. It takes all of her concentration not to smile when they make contact, and she finds herself counting to ten in her head to keep herself still and quiet.

"Come, bitter conduct, come, unsavoury guide. Thou desperate pilot, now at once run on the dashing rocks thy seasick, weary bark. Here's to my love!"

This might be the saddest scene that she will ever have to shoot, but all Jennie can feel is utter happiness, tingling from her head to her toes.

She lifts her hand up high to pour the tiny vial of poison down her throat, (actually just water), and drops down beside her.

"O true apothecary, thy drugs are quick. Thus with a kiss I die."

When she stretches out beside her, she shoots her a quick glance, her eyes sparkling under the lights, and Lisa knows, she just knows that she's feeling the same.

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The news that Lisa and Jennie no longer hated each other, and were, in fact, dating, spread around the cast, the company and eventually, the general public, faster than a flicker. For once, Lisa is too content to care about what people are speculating about her.

She wakes one morning to dozens of tweets, and it's not until lunch that she realises that not one of them had bothered her. She idly thinks back to a few weeks ago, angsting about how she'd hate to hear people say that they told her so, that she had hated the idea of anyone nosing into to her love life. She thinks back to how she'd thought that there was no one on this Earth that she'd like to date less than Jennie, the thought frequently making her gag.

When she sees her later, and she pulls her into a hug, dropping a kiss into her hair, she can't help the smile that tugs at her lips.

She's never felt happier to be wrong in her whole life.

Not so long after Lisa and Jennie's relationship was revealed to the public, Rosie comes out of the proverbial closet, properly, this time. The first thing she does afterwards is go straight to Lisa and wrap her arms around her cousin.

"You did great," Lisa says, holding Rosie close. "That took guts, you know."

Rosie presses her face into Lisa's neck, and Lisa thinks for a moment that she can hear her whisper "That was scary."

But before she can reply or even acknowledge it, Rosie has taken a step back, all trace of vulnerability replaced with her typical cocky smile.

"You're going to be okay, you know that," Lisa says, anyway.

"Hell yeah, I'm going to be okay," Rosie says, a glint flashing in her eye. "I'm awesome."

Later, Lisa sees Rosie with Jisoo. When she sees how her cousin looks at the other girl, crinkles beside her eyes appearing as she smiles, she wonders for the second time how she didn't see this coming. She watches Jisoo wrap an arm around her cousin, pulling them closer together.

Yeah, Lisa thinks. I approve.

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It's not until they've had a few days of bliss that they really talk about everything in their past.

Lisa is sitting on Jennie's bed, nursing a cup of hot chocolate, content as she watches steam drift up into the air. Jennie is by her side, her nose in a book. She shoots a glance at her and smiles; she always gets so lost in whatever she's doing, all of her concentration focused onto this one thing. She finds it so endearing.