In the glamorous chaos of university life, where fame meets finals, Jennie Kim and Lalisa Manoban are two of South Korea's most talked-about "it girls." To the public, they're best friends-inseparable, magnetic, and effortlessly charming together. To each other, they're everything... except lovers.

💔 Unwanted Lisa Manoban was born into the richest and most powerful family in Thailand. Her father, Anurak Manoban, a Thai business tycoon, and her mother, Kim Soojin, a Korean heiress, built an empire that ruled every industry-oil, hotels, automobiles, entertainment, stocks, and beyond. Her elder sister, Chaeyoung Manoban, and elder brother, Bambam Manoban, were admired everywhere they went, treated like royalty. To the world, the Manoban family was untouchable. But to little Lisa, it was all empty. She would run with tiny feet to her father, pulling his hand: > "Dada... pway wif me, pwease..." And his cold voice would push her away: "Go away, Lisa. You are not important." She would tug at her sister's dress, eyes shining: > "Unnie... Lisa sit wif you?" But Chaeyoung would shove her off with disgust: "Don't call me unnie. You're not my sister." She would hug her toy and look at Bambam: > "Oppa... pway toy wif Lisa?" But he would glare and snap: "Don't bother me, Lisa. You mean nothing here." And her mother? She never even looked at her. Just silence. In a palace filled with gold, cars, and diamonds, Lisa had no love-no mama hugs, no dada kisses, no sister, no brother. Just loneliness. At night, clutching her small hands, she whispered to the sky: > "God... why nobody want Lisa? Why Lisa unwanted... even by her own famiwy?" And in this whole cruel world... did Lisa have anyone who truly wanted her in their life? ---

Lisa and Jennie, two best friends who fall in love without knowing they were secretly engaged since birth. Lisa, who is intersex, endured bullying as a child but found strength and confidence when she moved to New York City. There, she met Jennie, whose charm and warmth drew Lisa into a deeper love, despite Jennie not yet knowing about Lisa's unique condition. As secrets unfold and past bonds come to light, Lisa and Jennie must face truths about each other and their families, discovering the power of love and acceptance in the process. Lisa G!P

In a city built on names and power, the air didn't forgive the weak. Skyscrapers kissed the clouds, boardrooms held more secrets than graves, and at the very top - She reigned. Jennie Kim. Cold. Ruthless. Divine. She didn't chase. She didn't dream. She owned. To love her was to burn in silence. To be loved by her... was to belong to a fire you couldn't escape. But even fire forgets what warmth feels like - Until something sweeter burns brighter. Her name was Lalisa Manoban. She wasn't supposed to matter. Just another assistant. Another name on a neatly printed résumé. But Lisa smiled with her whole body. She laughed like the world hadn't broken her. She looked at Jennie like she wasn't terrifying. And worst of all? She made Jennie feel. Lisa was soft hands and warm tea, oversized button-downs and bad puns. She was tall, handsome, sweet - and untouchably confident. Intersex. Untamed. Unafraid. She didn't ask for space in Jennie's world. She just walked in, and suddenly, everything rearranged. If Jennie was ice, Lisa was honey. But honey burns slowly. And ice? When it melts, it floods. Before the lies. Before the touch. Before the jealousy. Before the fall. This is where it began. One soft girl. One cold queen. One ruined world built by control - About to be unraveled by something that didn't ask for permission. Love. "You're not supposed to be here." "Then stop looking at me like I belong." Lisa gip ⚠ if your uncomfortable please skip it

Autistic Lisa Manoban had never been ordinary. She was brilliant but misunderstood, soft-spoken yet unshakably steady. Her stutter made her a target of whispers, her routines and quiet habits made her seem distant. For years, she thought those things meant she would always stand apart, never quite belonging to anyone. Jennie Kim was the queen bee of Kim University. Sharp, fearless, adored and feared in equal measure. Her name carried power in every hallway, her gaze could silence a crowd. To most, Jennie was untouchable - too high above to be reached, too fierce to be tamed. But what no one expected was that the queen bee's gaze would fall on the quiet, autistic professor. And stay there. Lisa still tapped her fingers against the desk, a rhythm that calmed her when the world felt too loud. She still stumbled on words sometimes, still needed space when everything grew overwhelming. But none of it made Jennie step back. Instead, Jennie leaned closer, wrapping her arms around her from behind, pressing her chin lightly against Lisa's shoulder as if to say: you are safe with me. "Still tapping," Jennie whispered with a small smirk, her voice carrying the same playfulness it always did when she teased her. Lisa's lips curved, shy but steady. For once, she didn't look away. For once, she let herself believe. Because the queen bee had chosen her - not despite her autism, but with it. Because Jennie Kim saw her fully: vulnerable, strong, different, perfect. In the end, it wasn't the power of the queen or the brilliance of the professor that mattered. It was simply this: the way Jennie saw Lisa. And the way Lisa finally believed she deserved to be seen. LISA GIP SKIP IF YOUR UNCOMFORTABLE

Jennie Kim liked red. Red lipstick. Red nails. Red ribbons in her drawer. She said it looked good on her - bold, clean, dangerous. Red stood out. Red got attention. Red made people look. And Jennie always liked being looked at. But red wasn't just a color to her. It was a feeling. Sharp. Hot. Uncontrolled. It was the way her chest tightened when someone touched what was hers. The way her smile faded when someone dared to ignore her. The way her eyes followed a quiet girl with cracked shoes and a sketchbook she didn't understand. Jennie Kim liked red. And maybe that's why, when she saw Lisa Manoban- She couldn't look away.

My phone buzzes endlessly on the nightstand. Notifications keep popping up, lighting the screen again and again. I already know what they're about, but I can't bring myself to look. I don't need to. Because I already know. Finally, the door creaks open and Rosé steps in, her expression tight. Her hair is messy, like she hasn't slept either. She doesn't say anything at first, just walks over quietly and sits on the edge of my bed. Then she places her phone gently on my lap. I hesitate before looking down. The headline burns itself into my mind the second I read it. [Dispatch Exclusive: BLACKPINK's Jennie Sparks Dating Rumors with Lisa After Bold Comment Onstage] Underneath, there are screenshots, clips, translations, every moment of last night replayed, slowed down, analyzed. Fans are dissecting every glance, every smile, every touch. And right in the center of it all is her voice. "Lisa's mine." That sentence echoes in my head, over and over, like a nightmare I can't wake up from. I press Rosé's phone back into her hands, my throat dry. "I can't do this," I whisper.

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The Princess in the tower and her Shadow Guard. -- ALL CREDIT TO THE ORIGINAL AUTHOR. AND ALSO, THIS IS A GL STORY.

Jennie is a famous billionaire who couldn't escape the harsh media. Lisa is a photographer that stalked celebrities for money. What will happen if fate bound them together? [WARNING!!] Contains sensitive contents. ***Expect grammatical errors ahead.***