Jennie and Lisa are connected. They meet every time, fall in love every time. They are meant to be together, but destiny doesn't seem to be on their side. Jisoo and Chaeyoung step in. Their task is to make it work.

"Don't worry, I promise I won't touch you." "But, what if I want you to touch me?" Ones a popular high school volley ball player and the other is a regular student. One loves affection and the other absolutely hates it. What could go wrong? -Short Story-

"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.

Everything and anything about your zodiac sign whether it be stereotypes Or real accurate facts, Who knows? What is your sign? I tried to be all deep and shit but it didn't work :/ *~Some are from Tumblr and some I made up myself~*

Some love stories don't get a happy ending... It's what we call one sided love...

Lisa brings an angel home.

[5 in #literasia, 14 in #lesbianstories] It was the twenty-seventh of May when it all began. In a single night, Indira Mistry gave her heart hope, wore it on her sleeve, got it beaten up, drowned it with alcohol, smoked it with cigarettes, poured it out and got it torn through and stepped on, all in the space of a few hours. She was convinced that was where her story ended, where her two-year liking for the only boy she had truly felt this strongly about came to an end. Indira Mistry, after seven double vodka and Cokes, four cigarettes and an almost trip to a strip club, had decided to tell the boy of her dreams things she had been too scared to even admit to herself. But little did she know, her time was just beginning and nothing could prepare her for the summer where she would finally start living for herself.