the best part of me is you (baby i'm so in love with you)

homesick

a/n: happy rosé day!! stream on the ground!!

also, i've highkey given up on this being a three-shot lol. i didn't plan this out as well as i initially thought but that's fineee. i guess this has now turned into a longer-ish fic?

all quotes are from @/starei on tumblr!

anyway, enjoy <3

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"And when we kissed one another for the first time I could swear I heard our souls whisper ever so quietly, 'Welcome home.'"

— Beau Taplin || Welcome home.

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Lisa's jealousy has never really been a major problem in their relationship. Jealousy alone has never been a reason for them to fight and Jennie takes pride in that because it reflects their love and mutual trust for one another.

But out of the both of them, Lisa has more tendency to be jealous.

Jennie supposes she doesn't entirely blame her girlfriend for it. Not when Lisa spent a period of time thinking her love was unrequited; jealous and hurting over Kim Jongin.

Jennie grimaces.

They don't talk about that moment of their life. At least, not anymore. They've done their talking. They've done their healing.

But Lisa still has a tendency to get jealous. It's rare, but it happens now and again.

And Jennie has her own moments too, but they're brief and short, quickly replaced by the sense of security she feels about their relationship.

But when the green bug hits Lisa, she makes her jealousy known. Whether it's making a snide remark, sending glares, or in this case, kicking the culprit, Lisa isn't afraid to make her emotions clear.

Jennie sighs.

But after the last time it happened, Jennie truly believed that Lisa wouldn't act on her jealousy anymore.

Or so she thought.

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March, 2020

"Lisa, baby," Jennie says defeatedly, her forehead creased with worry. It takes a moment for Jennie's eyes to adjust in the dimly lit room, but Lisa's silhouette is prominent, sat on her bed with her head down.

Jennie walks closer to Lisa. "Please talk to me."

Lisa shakes her head and bites down on her lower lip, turning her head turned to the side, gripping onto the sides of her bed tightly.

Her heart constricts. Lisa's too upset to even look in her direction. She sucks on her own bottom lip and sighs.

She kneels down in front of the younger girl, trying to search for Lisa's eyes.

"Please," Jennie pleads again. "I'm sorry."

This time, Lisa finally looks at her, her eyes filled with unshed tears.

"Why are you apologising?" Lisa asks, her eyebrows raised in confusion. "I should be apologising," Lisa admits, pointing a finger at herself, a stray tear falling from her eye. "I should be better at handling this." Lisa angrily wipes her tears away with the back of her hand.

Jennie shakes her head, getting up from the ground and sitting herself on Lisa's lap, desperately wiping away Lisa's tears with her own hand.