When you least expect it (Jensoo convert G!P)

Chapter 8

After we get our food, Jisoo paid and park the car, I pull back my hood, allowing my hair to flow over my shoulders.

I hand out her food before sighing in happiness as I bit into my food. I love McDonald's; it's like the best junk food ever.

When I finish eating, I glance over at Jisoo to see her taking her last bite before wiping her mouth with a napkin.

"Thank you." I say, realising it was the first time I had every said that to her. She also seems surprised by my words, looking over at me, with a small smile on her lips.

"You're welcome." She replies in a soft voice. I try not to make a big deal about my gratitude and start picking up the rubbish and putting it in the brown bag. I feel her eyes watching me, yet I don't dare look at her.

"Ready to go?" I ask, picking up my drink, taking one last slurp to make sure it's finished before placing it in the brown bag.

"Yeah. Here, give me that bag I'll put it in the bin." She grabs the bag from my hand, her hand brushing mine, sending tingles up my arm. As soon as she is out of the car, I let out a loud sigh, trying to get my body to calm down. When she gets back in a minute later, I feel better.

She turns the car on and starts driving. When we get to the outskirts of town, I pull the hood of her hoodie over my head again, even though it is pitch dark and no one would see inside the car.

"Irene knows about us by the way." I tell her, feeling like she should know. I watch her eyes move from the road over to me before going back to the road. I notice her grip on the wheel tighten before she reaches over to turn off the radio.

"You told her? I thought we agreed not to tell anyone?" I could tell she was trying to contain her anger.

"I didn't tell her," I say, watching her jaw clench and unclench, "she saw us."

"When? How could she have seen?" She asks in a hard tone. I couldn't tell if she was worried that we weren't careful enough or if she didn't believe me.

"Wednesday. She was looking for me, and went to check my room. She saw us through the window." I tell her, as images from that kiss come back into my head.

"Shit, we should have been more careful." She mumbles, taking a turn away from our houses. 

"She won't tell anyone." I reassure her. Looking out, trying to figure out where we were going.

"You trust her with this?" She asks, looking over at me.

"She is my sister. I would trust her with my life." I tell her, meeting her eyes. She nods at me before turning back to the road.

"If you trust her, that is good enough for me." She tells me, her voice softening. She pulls off the road into an abandoned lane, stopping the car.

"Why are we stopping for?" I ask, turning to her.

"Because I want to kiss you." she says, slamming her lips onto mine. I am in so much shock from the momentum behind the kiss that my head nearly hits the window. I feel the urgency in her movements, the way her lips move over mine, and the way her hands go to my face, preventing me from moving.

I grip her shoulders, pushing her back in her seat and follow her, not taking my lips off hers. She pulls on the lever so her seat moves back, allowing me to crawl onto her lap.

Her hands go to the bottom of the hoodie, tugging at it before pulling it over my head. As soon as it is thrown onto the passenger seat, she tugged at my shirt, also pulling it over my head. A growl comes from her as I place my lips back on hers the moment the top is over my head.