The way it's all such a cliché makes Lisa want to claw her eyes out. Rosie is her best friend and roommate. She was a double major for fine art and music. She was blonde and dainty and fair and tall and slender. She wore high waisted pants and skinny jeans and stan smiths and sweaters with only the front tucked in. She refuses to wear her prescription glasses and only wears it in their dorm room, when her eyes are too exhausted for contacts. And Lisa was the photography major and dance troupe captain who was absolutely smitten with her.

"Are you okay?" Jennie's eyes exude concern, but Lisa no longer finds it comforting. How can she, when she knows now that she will never be anything more than a group member to the person she loves the most. She feels sick to the stomach. She takes a few steps away and clenches her jaw. "I am."

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.