words in pink // jenlisa oneshots

rivals in a closet

Tags: rivalry, hot, tension

Jennie huffs hard, quickly inhaling the air of the congested closet, coughing right after. Her coughs are strained, forcefully held in by her so that no one knows she's in here right now.

"Huh...hi!" A voice whispers suddenly, making Jennie jump and hit her forehead against the closet door.

With all the shock and...smoke...? She immediately smells tobacco and suppresses her coughs again. Even so, it doesn't take her a second to recognize that whisper.

Lalisa Manoban. The rival.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Jennie asks in a forceful whisper, already aware of the answer to that question.

"Just in for a smoke." Lisa chuckles a little louder than she should, Jennie's heart picking up its pace for a totally different reason from the fact that the aforementioned girl's group members, especially Nayeon (because of her bunny ears), would totally hear her. "Weird, right? People are usually out for a smoke."

"Well, you are out of the classroom." Jennie slips in that sly remark and her chest swells a little in pride of being able to counter her crush's joke instead of being a stuttering mess although the situation is admittedly, a little messy.

Lisa sounds impressed although her words are condescending, "And you're running like a pussy."

For a beat, Jennie doesn't say anything. It's not like she just recollects how incredibly frustrating it is to have her crush as her rival. Of course she's not frustrated by the fact that she can't just have herself shoved against a wall by Lisa for any sort of gratifying purpose. No, not at all. She grits her teeth.

"It's not fair." Jennie says, letting her honest words leave the constraints of her turmoiled inner world.

"It's fair to corner and humiliate Rosé in the school hallway in front of everyone with your whole pussy gang and it's unfair when it's your turn?" Lisa says with a hostile chuckle.

"Rosé? When?" Jennie asks, almost guilty by the fact that she feels a little satisfied by that scenario.

Why? Well, of course it's not because she's jealous of Rosé. Of course it's not because she's really pretty and that she gets to always hang around her Lisa. Of course not.

Her train of thought is lost when there's a low rustling in the closet and soon the giant frame of her crush has her trapped between one side of the closet and herself. The way Lisa's eyes shimmer in the dark makes Jennie instantly look away because she just can't... She just can't look at this beautiful girl and not do something stupid.

"Don't play with me, you hear? You're basically the leader of your pussy gang. Don't go acting all innocent now." Lisa spits out in a forceful hush and Jennie shivers with the realization of how close Lisa is to her right now.

Lord, this crush is getting a little out of hand.

"Just because I'm the leader doesn't mean I control each member like a fucking dictator. But you wouldn't know, would you? You do exactly that." Jennie says back, suddenly angry at how Lisa won't trust her.

She knows Lisa's not supposed to. But it just makes her feel some type of way. And it's not good. It's sort of a gut-wrenching, defeated feeling that  makes her feel sick. Maybe it's just the tobacco in the air, she thinks.

Lisa bangs her hand right beside Jennie's head and Jennie doesn't even flinch. Somehow she's not scared of Lisa. And that angers her even more. That feeling that Lisa's one of her own. That Lisa won't hurt her. Because it's not the truth. It's well-established that they're members of opposing gangs at a stupid high school who are right up each others' asses for no particular rational reason. They are supposed to hurt each other.

Why then does Jennie suddenly feel the softest pair of lips collide against her own? Her head's spinning and she wants to pull away... She wants to run and never see Lisa again and somehow erase the fact that Lisa's the one who initiated this... This incredible kiss. She's dreamt of this and she curses in her head with the absolute mockery of her dreams not capturing even a faint imitation of what she's feeling right now.

Ecstacy—Electricity—Everything she could ever want. Just for a moment she wants to let a few tears slip. But then it's gone because Lisa's hot tongue plunges in her mouth with eagerness and she feels like she wouldn't even have been standing right now if it weren't for the tight space in this goddamn closet. She loses oxygen, slowly, torturously—but she can't find it in herself to pull away from what she needs right now.

Lisa. Lisa. Lisa.

Lisa's hand traces her stomach under her top and she's already aching. She can feel the gush of fluid that coats her core screaming to be touched—to be tasted.

"Yo Lis! You in there or no?" A muffled deep voice says and the both flinch away from each other fast, resulting in Jennie hitting her head against the back of the closet really hard.

One of the moans she was holding back for so long slips out of her swollen lips and she looks down, blushing in embarassment. Lisa's quickened breaths make Jennie want to do so many things to her but another voice mutters, "She probably just left. Explains the smoke."

"Let's look for that bitch somewhere else."

Jennie wonders if her head's still spinning because of the hit earlier but who's she kidding? Of course this mind-boggling kiss can't be discredited. Oh lord, Lisa's a good kisser.

"Fuck you, Jennie." Lisa says, anger flashing in her eyes replacing the desire from a while ago as she kicks the closet door open and leaves.

What is that supposed to mean?

A/N: Wrote this over a couple of days because I keep having writer's block but I'm kinda happy today so had more energy so here you go. Also thank you so much y'all for the constant support, I'm so overwhelmed about it sometimes so just needed to say thanks :))) y'all are amazing 💓