jennie x bts one-shots

TAENNIE, idol life, pt iii.

"You're also leaving me alone?" Jennie pouted at Jisoo, who was shamelessly checking herself out in the mirror before she left to meet her boyfriend.

"Yep."

"Chicks before dicks—"

"—Yes but I also need dick, girl. Past week I've babysat you. And the maknaes."

"You make us sound like nuisances."

"You finally caught on to the hint."

Jennie rolled her eyes, then laughed, "Whatever. Have fun sucking his face off."

"Don't be jealous, babe. Taehyung will be back soon."

"He can suck his own dick."

"Okay, yeah," Jisoo admitted, chuckling.

"Stay safe!" Jennie called as Jisoo finally left,  and then slunk into the cushiony sofa as ennui covered her whole. She had nothing to do. And she had been like that for the past week, after she helped Mino with his song, and had resorted to bugging her unnie or the maknaes.

But they're all busy now.

Not that it really worsened her mood, she just felt bored.

She grabbed the remote and started browsing the channels, flicking through them without actually registering what she was doing.

Maybe she should get some food.

Or read a book.

Or anything.

After a couple more minutes of just browsing through the channels, the brunette finally got up with a sigh, and smoothened out her crumpled top and shorts.

Just as she was about to enter the kitchen, she heard the doorbell ring throughout the house sharply, and she looked up startled.

Wondering who it could be, she trudged lazily towards the door, and opened it.

Never in her life had she regretted not looking at through the peephole like she had been taught to.

Jennie gaped at the man in front of her in shock, eyes wide and hands frozen at the door.

"Y-you?" she spluttered incredulously, "You're back?"

"Yes, me, your boyfriend. And I'm back. And I'm here to stay," he smiled at her, hands full with a bouquet and a bag of what she assumed were, treats.

"My boyfriend? Could've fooled me," she finally retorted, managing to gather her wits and stand with refined poise at the door, arms crossed and eyes narrowed.

His smile fell, "I know. I came here to apologize."

She pursed her lips. Jennie didn't feel ready to face him yet. She hadn't thought of how he yelled at her after that night, and because of that, she knew she would become emotional all over again if addressed it now. She needed maybe a couple working days ahead of notice.

"Could we talk another day?" she forced through a gritted smile, "Maknaes are at home. Don't want them to interfere, ya'know."

"Nobody's at home. Jisoo told me."

"Jisoo?!" she repeated, betrayal coursing through her veins, "Last minute change of plans. Maknaes are at home."

"You can be a good liar, true, but I know they aren't."

"Oh, please," she rolled her eyes, "They are at home. Chaeyoung threw up today morning and I have to take care of her, okay? Don't—"

"Jennie," he sighed deeply, and her knees felt weak.