Enigmatic Eyes | JENLISA

Chapter 8

(A/N) Since it's Valentine's Day. This Chapter is sooo timely. It's JenLisa's date night.  ENJOY!! 😉😉😉

"Absolutely NOT, Chu! You're returning it immediately!" Jennie bellowed, shouting over her shoulder as she took the steps leading to her room two at a time, darting directly for her already disheveled closet.

"Princess, it's a gift! Just shut the fuck up and take the damn thing! Stop making such a fuss about it and try it on!" Jisoo barged into the room not two seconds later, unzipping the solid-white, garment bag and pulling out the sheathed dress from within.

Jennie still refused to turn around and face her rather infuriating, shit-listener of a friend. "I told you to stop buying me things, Jisoo! I'm not your responsibility and I do NOT need your fucking expensive ass dresses to dress for a date, alright?! I can handle this on my own." Jennie huffed, hands busy burying into the heap of clothes scattered within the closet or shuffling through the countless dresses that had been worn and neglected over the years.

"This expensive ass dress, as you so consider it, cost me thirty bucks and the promise to deliver Haruto's entire Pokémon Card Collection to the pimply-faced nerd working behind the Macy's register." Jisoo explained, tone feigning hurt as she spoke. "I ran the idea by Haruto while he napped and he completely understood."

Jennie spun around then, eyes wide in disbelief. "You whore! Is that what I'm worth to you?? thirty bucks?! You're filthy rich! Seriously, Ji- "

Jisoos' fluid movements caused Jennie to clamp her lips shut as the dress was lifted by its hanger and put on full display for Jennie's suddenly attentive eyes. She had never wanted so badly to throw a heavy, possibly prickly, object at Jisoo than at that very moment because the object in her grip was nothing shy of breathtaking. Fuck! It's gorgeous! Double fuck! I'm gonna have to fucking apologize to her!

"So..." Jisoo caught on to Jennie's silent internal turmoil, picking up how quickly Jennie's eyes shifted from pure admiration of the dress and then to hatred and agony whenever they clicked back over to her. "I accept foot massages, home-cooked meals, and oh! A month worth of you doing my writing assignments for my classes as your heartfelt apology for questioning my judgment." Jisoo quipped, not bothering to reel in the emerging self-satisfied grin conquering her face as she tossed the fabric over to Jennie who instantly reached out for it.

"I'll agree to the home-cooked meals and two assignments, Chu! But you can forget my hands ever coming within two football fields of your rather questionable feet." Jennie agreed through pursed lips, swallowing her bubbling pride in acknowledgment that fuck, she desperately needed this dress. Her closet was as desolate and pitiful as just about anything she had a claim to in this world. Except for Haruto.

"Well, shit! I would have settled for a hug but since you insist..." Jisoo winked, flinging herself onto Jennie's bed in her euphoric victory.

Jennie quickly undressed and slipped the bunched dress over her head before adjusting the material down the length of her body. To say it was a perfect fit was a bit of an understatement if the image reflected back at her in the full-bodied mirror and the look of sheer awe on Jisoo's face was any indication. It might as well have been painted on her. Or rather, designed and then sewed with her body as the frame and mold, shaping the fabric to hug and enhance every curve.

"Ok... PG is gonna have a heart attack the moment her eyes drop to your tits, Mandu." Jisoo remarked, eyes unashamedly scanning Jennie's chest and how the dress dipped low enough to firmly cup and lift her breasts and showcase her cleavage as if it was the single purpose of the dress's design. "I'll be sure to have 911 on hold and Haruto there to record the whole thing."