From Day One | JENSOO

Chapter 7

The truths and lies that bite.

It was a week since Jennie's car was brought in the garage. The part they ordered was installed but as a precaution they were doing a service run to see if everything was working properly.

Jennie and Jisoo decided to wait outside since it was like an oven in the garage with all the machinery going on.

"I feel like this helmet will just go to waste now."

Jennie ran her hand down the glossy plastic. Now that her car was back she wouldn't need it. "I can still give you rides from time to time. If you want. I mean, it'll save us both gas."

"Maybe," Jennie sighed out. It was very practical but the possibilities of that felt slim.

The screech of tires made their heads turn to the candy red car that slid into the far end of the lot. Its sporty look made Jennie think it belonged to some macho jock but unless this macho jock was gay, no guy was going to be caught driving a car that color.

Jisoo ran up to the car once the engine stopped. She saw her reflection disappear as the window rolled down.

"Your car better be on the verge of exploding," Jisoo said, bending down to the low car.

"Actually, I need to get my oil changed."

Rosé grinned innocently.

"You had to pick today to do that, did you?"

Jisoo opened the door for Rosé who stepped out like it was the red carpet. "Why, is something special happening today?"

Jisoo had divulged almost her entire childhood with Jennie to Rosé the other day. She was regretting it deeply.

Jennie tried not to stare but Rosé was like a celebrity—the way she walked, the attitude, even her damn hair moved with the wind like it was staged.

Whatever confidence Jennie had was swept away when Rosé shot her an instant smile as she passed by.

"I'll be back in a sec," Jisoo told Jennie and followed Rosé inside the office.

Jisoo closed the door once they were inside but through the car lifts Jennie could see them, well, she could see them from the waist down. But she wasn't about to spy so she directed her attention to a bird on the other side of the street.

She thought she heard them emerge minutes later, but it was Jinyoung, swinging car keys. The way she turned gave her a view of the office again and whatever they were doing, talking was not involved. She snapped her head to the other direction.

"Hey, Jinyoung, who's that girl Jisoo's talking to?"

Jinyoung stopped swinging the keys. He was heading toward the red car but stopped to answer.

"That's Rosé. She's a friend of Jisoo's."

"They seem close." Jinyoung laughed.

"Oh yea." He then realized how insinuating that sounded and cleared his throat.

"She helped Jisoo deal with the accident. She was the only one that got through to her."

The guilt Jennie felt gnawed at the walls of her stomach like some animal trying to scrape its way out. She was the one who should have been there for Jisoo, not Rosé.

"Are they—" Jennie didn't know how to word it, so she left it ambiguous, "together?"

"Not really. Jisoo doesn't call her her girlfriend or anything."