BAM!
Or at least it sounded like that when Jennie faceplanted on her doorway the next morning as she went out for a jog. Pushing herself up with a grunt, her eyes searched for the cause of her fall and found a huge lump wedged in front of her door that looked strangely like-
"Lisa?"
There was no response, but seeing the blonde locks almost covering the writer's face, the actress knew she couldn't be mistaken. Lisa actually slept on her front steps.
Jennie sat staring at the blonde, berating herself for feeling a bit guilty. The blonde told her that she has nowhere to go, and she didn't offer her to stay, even for just a night. The guilt was short-lived however, as she reminded herself that Lisa was not her responsibility.
She didn't know what possessed her to do it, but she reached out and pushed the stray hair away from Lisa's face, her fingers making contact with the side of the blonde's forehead.
She was burning up.
"Hey, wake up. Lisa, wake up." She gently shook the blonde, whose eyes remained closed and gave a whimper in response.
Jennie let out a sigh. It's going to be quite the work out carrying Lisa into the house. Imagining the distance of the door to her couch, she deduced that she could in fact handle it.
Taking one deep breath, she began pulling Lisa into her feet, and led her to the house.
Taking care of sick people wasn't one of her best suits. In order to pursue acting, she dropped out of Brown before she could even finish her pre-med course, which irked her father (Valencia's most prominent cardiologist) to the fullest.
His rant about how she'd be wasting her life and how stupid she was being for choosing such an 'undignified' profession led to their worst argument yet.
She hadn't talked to him since.
Her mother and grandmother never said anything about her choice of career, but they seemed supportive. Once in a while, when Jennie remembered to call, her mother Yolanda would tell her about sneaking into the cinema just to watch Jennie's newest movie.
Her grandmother would complain that she was too frail to join Yolanda, and that never failed to make Jennie smile. At least most of the members of her family appreciate what she does. She didn't' need her dad; that's what she kept telling herself over the years.
Though sometimes, she couldn't help but miss him.
Lisa now lay on the couch, sleeping soundly. Her whimpers had stopped, but when Jennie reached up to feel her forehead, her skin was still burning hot. She wouldn't have known what to do, but a call to her mom proved to be really helpful.
Jennie managed to wake the blonde for a moment to take the paracetamol that, thank god, was included in the first aid kit her mother makes sure to check in her monthly visits.
Kneeling on the floor, the brunette actress set the small basin on the floor, pulled the towel resting on her shoulder, and dipped it into the lukewarm water with alcohol.
After wringing it of excess water, she lifted it to dab on Lisa's face, her neck, and her arms. That elicited a satisfied moan that brought a blush on to Jennie's face.
Forcing herself back into the task at hand, she dipped the towel back into the water, repeating the process.
——//——The writer drifted in and out of sleep until she woke up hungry and exhausted the following morning. At first, she was confused.
She didn't have any memory of walking into the house and taking refuge at the couch, which she now noticed was too soft to be her own. That's when she bolted upright.
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RomanceA fanfic based on a Korean tv show. This is Full House, Jenlisa style. This RPF is also AU. Adaptation