Jisoo hates cooking, well actually she's unbelievably good at it, she just hated cooking. However, she promised her fellow member Rosie, that she was going to make her all the pasta in the world.

(CHAESOO) Because at every table, I'd save you a seat. A collection of intimate letters to Jisoo from Rosé.

"And the third reason?" Lisa asked as she rested her hands on Jennie's hips. Jennie laughed, her shoulders were shaking. The sound of it echoed across Lisa's place, making the two cats on the top of the stairs stirred and craned their necks to get a better view of a laughing Jennie. It was a beautiful sight. "Do you want me to show it to you or would you rather I'll tell you a story?" Jennie asked playfully. Lisa contemplated for a moment. She was absentmindedly chewing the walls of her mouth. "How about we make a deal?" she asked. "Tell me a story, and if it's a good enough story, I will show you something. What say you, Jennie Kim?" Jennie raised a brow and asked, "Why do I feel like you're patronizing me the way you're saying my name right now?" "So, it's not a deal then?" Lisa replied, looking smug. But a shadow of a smirk was hinting on the corner of her mouth. "Fine. Deal," Jennie said.

in a simple world, Jennie and Rosé are married as they live their happy days together as wives. [contains imagines/storyline of the married life of chaennie.]