LALISA

[yourlili]

pretty pretty bad for an angel ☆

LISA: on vacation

🖤 : single

esence

soul ties

𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒑 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 / @/𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒓𝒑 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒆 ✨️ 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒓: 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚. 𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒗𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔, 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒆. 𝑰 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓.

[mirethos]

[lil-liaa]

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☆(Thailand)

[yourlili]

[saaanaaabby]

@yourlili

with a kiss to chris's temple, sana finally emerged from their room and made her way over to the pool area. she scanned the cabanas, eyes landing on lisa lounging in the shade.

"i thought i smelled trouble," she said with a small giggle. sunglasses came up to rest on the top of her head as she stepped into the linen oasis. she looks at the empty glass beside her friend and raised an eyebrow. "it looks like someone is in need of a refill."

[yourlili]

Lisa barely looked up, a lazy smile already tugging at her lips before Sana had even finished speaking. "You always do have a good sense of smell." She slid her sunglasses down just enough to peek over the frames. Her eyes flicked to the empty glass beside her before she let out an exaggerated sigh. "Tragic, isn't it?"

Holding the glass out toward Sana with all the confidence of someone making an entirely unreasonable request, she smiled sweetly. "Since you're already up..." A beat. "I'll have whatever you're having." She patted the empty spot beside her on the lounger. "Payment comes in the form of premium gossip and excellent company."

[denzildsa]

[yourlili]

[blackpinkofficialupdates]

LISA ☆ BAD ANGEL Photographed by Nicko Guihal

[bluearrow126]

Lisa x Chivas Regal

[yourlili]

The pet café was pleasantly busy, filled with the sound of paws tapping across wooden floors, quiet conversations, and the occasional bark that made every toddler in the room turn their head. Having arrived a little early, Lisa had already claimed a cozy corner table near the play area, casually dressed in a hoodie, relaxed jeans, and a cap pulled low over her face—less for herself and more to avoid drawing attention to the tiny VIP she'd be spending the afternoon with. A familiar figure soon stepped through the door, Namjoon carrying little Young-mi comfortably in his arms. The moment the toddler spotted Lisa, her entire face lit up, tiny hands immediately reaching toward her with an excited little squeal.

A grin spread across Lisa's face as she stood.

"There she is," she laughed softly, already holding her arms out. "Come here, sweetheart."

Young-mi leaned so enthusiastically toward her that Lisa couldn't help but laugh again, carefully taking the little girl into her arms before gently bouncing her against her hip.

"You mind grabbing the drinks, oppa?" she asked Namjoon over her shoulder with an amused smile. "I think someone's already decided she'd rather come with me."

Young-mi was far too busy pointing excitedly toward a fluffy golden retriever trotting past to disagree.

"Oh? You want to go say hello?" Lisa asked, following the tiny finger with exaggerated seriousness. "Well... I guess we have very important business to attend to."

With Young-mi securely on her hip, she wandered toward the little play area where a handful of friendly café dogs were already waiting for their newest admirer, smiling to herself as the little girl giggled at every wagging tail.

✒️ plot starter with special guest @rkvcs

[rkvcs]

namjoon barely had time to step fully inside before youngmi was already leaning so far out of his arms that he had to tighten his hold for a second, just to make sure she didn't launch herself at lisa. "easy there," he laughed, though he couldn't say he was surprised. the second lisa reached for her, youngmi all but forgot he existed. "wow." he watched the exchange with an exaggerated look of betrayal. "not even a goodbye."

the accusation held absolutely no weight behind it. if anything, he looked entertained as he transferred youngmi into lisa's arms, the little girl settling in as if she'd been waiting for this exact moment all week. at her request, he glanced toward the counter before giving an easy nod. "yeah, i've got it." he was halfway there when he looked back over his shoulder, just in time to catch youngmi pointing excitedly at one of the dogs making its rounds through the café. a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. it really didn't take much to make her day.

by the time he'd grabbed their drinks, youngmi's laughter carried across the room, and each time he found himself looking over almost instinctively. she looked completely captivated by every wagging tail that passed by, while lisa seemed perfectly content letting her excitement set the pace. namjoon gathered them into a cardboard carrier before making his way over. "already thinking about adding another to your collection" he nodded towards the golden retriever when asking lisa.

[yourlili]

Lisa looked up at the sound of his voice, one arm securely wrapped around Young-mi while the other gently guided the toddler's little hand as she reached toward the golden retriever's wagging tail. The little girl was completely fascinated, eyes wide with excitement as if she had just discovered the greatest thing in the world. "Hmm?" Lisa glanced between the dog and Namjoon, then back at him with an exaggerated thoughtful expression. "Maybe." A small pause followed before a mischievous smile tugged at her lips. "I mean... look at her face, oppa. How am I supposed to say no when someone looks at me like that?" She nodded toward Young-mi, who happily made a sound as if she was agreeing with the accusation. "See? She agrees." Lisa adjusted her slightly in her arms, the softness in her expression impossible to miss. "But don't worry, I'm being responsible." A moment passed. "I'm only considering it." The look she gave him made it obvious she wasn't convincing anyone. Glancing down at Young-mi again, she gently brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "Honestly, I understand why people do it though. You just look at them and suddenly you want to give them everything." A quiet laugh escaped her as the toddler pointed excitedly toward another dog passing by. "She's dangerous, you know. One smile and suddenly everyone is saying yes to things they probably shouldn't." Lisa looked back at Namjoon with an amused glint in her eyes. "You should be careful, oppa. I think your daughter already knows exactly how to get what she wants."

[yourlili]

Lisa watched him quietly over the rim of her glass, entirely unsurprised by the deflection. Of course he would answer a question with another question. A faint smile curved her lips as she took another sip of the whisky, the warmth settling pleasantly in her chest. "Mm. There it is." Amusement flickered in her eyes. "I ask how you've been and suddenly I'm the one being interrogated." She set her glass down carefully, fingers lingering against the crystal as his tapped lightly against its base. The challenge didn't go unnoticed. Neither did the look he gave her. Her gaze held his effortlessly. "I like knowing what I'm up against." Simple. Honest. But still carefully guarded.

"Besides... I'd hate to underestimate you, Hyunjin-ah."

Leaning slightly closer herself, refusing to give up even an inch of the space between them. The words were delivered smoothly, almost casually, yet something about them felt dangerously close to a compliment.

"And considering you disappeared for a month only to reappear with secret restaurants and expensive whisky..."

A small smile.

" I think curiosity is a perfectly reasonable response."

Her dark eyes remained on his.

Steady. Unhurried.

"Though if this is your way of avoiding the question, I'm starting to think you've been up to something.~" she teased back.

But before either of them could continue, the head chef approached with quiet precision, placing the first course before them.

[hyungjin]

Hyunjin’s smirk widened, a soft huff of laughter escaping him as he watched her double down on her ground. She didn't flinch away from his proximity; if anything, the way she leaned in to reclaim the space made the air between them feel even tighter. "Up against?" he echoed, his voice dropping an octave as his eyes tracked the steady, unhurried confidence in hers. "Good to know I'm considered a worthy opponent. And I'd highly advise against underestimating me." His thumb finally slid away from the base of her glass just as the chef stepped forward. The heavy ceramic plate cut into the space between them, presenting a perfectly seared, thinly sliced piece of Hanwoo strip loin over a delicate bed of truffled seasonal greens.

Hyunjin didn't immediately look down at the food. He kept his eyes locked onto hers for a fraction of a second longer, letting the teasing accusation hang heavily in the air. Picking up his chopsticks with an easy, practiced grace, he gestured toward her plate with a subtle nod. "Saved by the first course," he murmured, his tone dripping with lazy amusement as he finally took his first bite. He chewed slowly, giving an appreciative nod to the chef before turning his head back to her, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "But to answer your theory... maybe I have been up to something. Eat up, Lalisa. You're going to need your energy if you're going to keep trying to read my mind all night."

[yourlili]

Lisa didn't answer immediately. She simply looked at him for a moment, letting the confidence in his voice settle between them. The smirk, the teasing, the carefully chosen words, it was almost amusing how comfortable he seemed in this little game of his. A slow smile appeared as she picked up her chopsticks, completely composed. "Saved?" she repeated, glancing down at the plate before looking back at him. "That's a very confident way of describing it." She took a bite, giving herself a moment to appreciate the food before continuing, her eyes returning to his. "I think you just realized you were about to give me an answer... and decided the first course was a convenient escape route."

There was no accusation in her tone, only amusement. "But I'll give you credit. You make avoiding questions look very intentional." She lifted her glass slightly, a playful glint in her eyes. "And maybe that's why I'm curious. Not because I think you're some impossible mystery to solve." A small smile tugged at her lips. "I just find it interesting how much you enjoy letting people wonder." She leaned back slightly, completely at ease, never breaking eye contact. "You told me not to underestimate you, Hyunjin-ah." A brief pause. "I don't." The answer came easily, confidently. "I think you're probably much more aware than you let people believe." She took another sip of her whisky, the corner of her lips lifting. "So now I'm wondering... are you actually hiding something?" Her gaze held his, steady and amused. "Or do you just enjoy watching me try to find out?" A faint smirk crossed her face as she set her glass down. "Either way... you should be careful. You told me to keep trying."

She picked up her chopsticks again, taking another bite as if she hadn't just thrown the challenge right back at him. After a moment, her eyes flicked briefly toward the dish before returning to him. "Although..." she added, tilting her head slightly, "I have to admit, if this is your way of distracting me, it's a pretty effective one." A small laugh escaped her. "So tell me... is this your usual strategy? Impress people with good food until they forget what they were asking?" Her smile turned teasing again.

"Because if so, I might have to start taking notes."

[yourlili]

Lisa stayed on the couch, quiet for a moment, just listening. She didn’t interrupt. She rarely did when Rosé spoke like this, half joking, half unraveling, the truth always slipping through the cracks of humor. Hank and Lola thundered past again, briefly shaking the peace of the room, and Lisa’s gaze followed them for a second before settling back on Rosé. "A Keynote would be very on brand for you, though," she murmured at last, a faint smile tugging at her lips. "Color-coded. Probably a slide titled "emotional recovery arc." "

But the smile faded a little as the conversation shifted.

Lisa leaned back slightly into the couch, one arm resting along the backrest, eyes softer now.

"I don't think people ever really start over, Rosie."

A pause.

"I think we just keep going with everything still inside us. Like… nothing really disappears. It just changes shape."

Her gaze drifted briefly toward the window, where the evening light sat quiet over the villa grounds.

"And sometimes you realize you’re exhausted from trying to make it work with people who were never actually trying to understand you."

She didn’t elaborate further.

There were parts of that thought she didn’t give shape to. The way it had started to feel, over time, like dating wasn’t really about connection more like interpretation. People projecting what they wanted onto her, or what she represented. A version of her that was easier to love than the real one. The real one required patience. Time. Silence. Things most people didn’t stay long enough to learn. And when it wasn’t that, it was worse in a different way. Transaction disguised as intimacy. Effort measured, not felt. Lisa had lived enough of it to recognize the pattern early now. Which was why she rarely rushed into anything anymore. Why she stayed guarded even when she was sitting in rooms like this, where she didn’t want to be. She exhaled softly, eyes returning to Rosé.

"I think…" she started, then stopped herself, choosing the rest more carefully.

Because even here, even with her, she didn’t say everything.

She just couldn’t always be the one who poured it all out first. A small smile returned instead.

"I still think there’s someone worth giving your heart to."

Simple.

Honest.

A little quieter than before.

"Just not someone who makes you feel like you have to prove you deserve to be loved." Then, softer again, lightening the weight just slightly as she nudged Rosé’s knee with her foot.

"And if they can’t survive Hank and Lola running a demolition derby through your emotional stability?" A faint exhale, almost a laugh.

"They were never worth it anyway."

[rosieisroses]

For a while, no words had been said. Not because there was nothing to say... too much, actually. Too many words sitting between the couch cushions now, tucked somewhere beneath Lisa's careful voice and the faint scrape of Lola's paws against expensive flooring. Too many thoughts in the soft dip of the room after honesty had been placed down gently. Not thrown. Not demanded. Just left there between them like something fragile neither of them wanted to step on.

The tote bag remains on the floor, still half-open, tiny designer puppy hoodies peeking out like criminals too cute to prosecute. Eyes darting toward it first. Safer. Ridiculous little things. Tiny sleeves. Tiny seams. Tiny proof that the heart's still very capable of caring too much about very unserious things because the serious ones always required too much skin. Then the light nudge pulled her back, gently, before her mind could wander too far into the room it had built for itself. Lips tugging, a small and familiar smile forming and then crooked, suspicion written over it.

❝ Okay, first of all, my Keynote would be beautiful. Elegant. Slide one. Emotional recovery arc. Slide two. Why men should come with customer reviews. Slide three. Warning signs I ignored because he had such nice veiny hands. ❞

Pausing, eyes flickering toward Lisa.

❝ Slide four. Lalisa Manobal judging me silently from a couch. ❞

Smile remaining, softening around its edges, losing its shape slowly, like warm wax giving up beneath flame. Because Lisa had said it so simply. The sentence. Quiet. Uninvited. Sitting directly at the center of her chest. Fingers finding the hem of the cardigan once more, thumb rubbing over the same stitched line once. Twice. Then once more. A tiny ritual pretending not to be one.

❝ Mm... I know. It's the proving part. You know, when you meet someone and suddenly it feels like you're standing there with all these... documents. Like, here. Here is why I'm not too much. Here are my references. I mean, I would still make the PDF visually stunning, obviously. ❞

Now leaning back, letting her head rest against the cushion again, eyes drifting briefly toward the ceiling as if the answer might be painted somewhere above them. Maybe behind the warm light fixture. Maybe between the shadows. Maybe hiding in plain sight like most inconvenient truths did.

❝ I don't want to audition anymore... ❞

Words coming slower now. Careful. Not dramatic. Worse, honest.

❝ I think I’m scared I’ll give it to someone and then spend the whole time trying to make it convenient for them to hold. ❞

And then, returning the gesture earlier with a light nudge of her own to Lisa's foot.

❝ And for the record, if someone made you feel like they were trying to love the idea of you instead of you, I hope they step barefoot on Lego... mm, not forever. But you know, just enough to reflect. Character development through extreme foot pain. ❞

[yourlili]

Lisa had been quiet for a while, not because she didn't have anything to say, but because she knew some things weren't meant to be answered too quickly. Rosie had a habit of hiding sharp truths behind jokes, and Lisa had learned to listen for the moments when the humor was only there to make the honesty easier to carry.

The mention of Lalisa Manobal judging me silently from a couch made one brow slowly lift. She turned her head, looking genuinely offended for a second. "Wow." A pause. "So that's my reputation? Sitting here silently judging people?"

She glanced around the room as if searching for proof. "I would like to clarify that if I judge, I do it very openly. I'm actually very generous like that."

The joke earned a small smile from her before her expression settled again. "You know what I think is the most exhausting part?"she said after a moment. "When you spend so much time being seen by everyone, you start forgetting what it feels like to just exist." Her fingers traced the edge of her phone absentmindedly. "Because everyone always has an expectation. They want the exciting version of you, the successful version, the version that makes them feel good." A small, almost amused breath escaped her. "And the funny thing is... even when you know that, you still find yourself trying to be that person. Not because anyone asked you to, but because somewhere along the way you got used to being wanted for what you can give." She looked back at Rosie, her expression quieter now. "I think that's the part people don't talk about enough." A small pause.

"You get so used to people leaving the moment things stop being easy... or the moment something shinier catches their attention... that after a while..." She let out a soft breath, more thoughtful than sad. "I'm not even sure I'd know what to do if someone actually stayed." Her fingers idly traced the edge of her phone. A faint smile tugged at her lips.

"I think I'd probably spend the first few months waiting for them to change their mind." She shrugged lightly before pushing herself up from the couch, making her way toward the fridge.

"Anyway..."

The refrigerator door opened, bottles clinking softly as she pulled out a few drinks and set them on the coffee table for Rosie to choose from. "I'd rather be proven wrong one day than spend my life proving I'm worth staying for."

[blackpinkig]

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[yourlili]

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