From Day One | JENSOO

Chapter 12

Every plan is nothing but a prayer to father time.

Jennie's bed creaked as Hanbin steadied himself directly over Jennie and placed his broad arms on either side of her head.

They were on her bed, gradually slipping off clothing. It was obvious where they were headed but Jennie didn't like the pace they were doing it in. She had things to do and this was just another one of them to be crossed off her list.

He stopped kissing her for a moment and ran a thumb down her cheek. He had been waiting patiently for this—that didn't mean he wouldn't have waited more though—and he wanted everything to be perfect.

"Are you okay?"

He was being considerate—caring, sweet, gentle—the same Hanbin he had always been. It was the worst time to be himself, because Jennie was sick of it.

"Can we just get this over with?"

He was momentarily stunned by her straightforwardness. She was never one to beat around the bush but it was like she was irritated by the delay. This was supposed to be a good experience, not filled with contempt. It wasn't how he wanted their first time together to be but she didn't give him much of a choice. He kissed her softly, wanting to express how much this meant to him. While he moved down to her neck his hand glided up her leg. She involuntarily twitched and he stopped again, afraid he was upsetting her.

"Are you sure you're—"

She didn't want to hear it anymore. He was more hesitant with resuming when she kissed him but it didn't take much to get him to continue; he was a boy with needs after all.

The kissing turned more heated, his body straining at every muscle and without warning he surprised her by slipping his hand under her shorts. She pushed at his chest at the touch and scrambled out from under him.

"You did it again!"

Her hand clutched at her right thigh.

"Every time we get to this point you rip away from me like I've burned you."

Jennie winced at the irony. She shook her head; maybe this wasn't going to work out. None of it was right. Her body was craving someone else, someone she shouldn't have been thinking of while kissing Hanbin.

There were warring thoughts in her head but there was something she agreed on. "This wasn't what I wanted," she admitted.

"What do you want then?" Jennie shrugged to avoid talking.

It wasn't a matter of what, but whom.

*

The sun descended over the room, rotating Jisoo's shadow around the floor. She had endured hours for Hanbin to leave. It was very hypocritical of her, giving Hanbin his time with Jennie so that when he left she could sneak to Jennie like some adulterer. No matter how she looked at it, her intentions double-crossed Hanbin and the truth was, betraying him only held her back so much.

When his car left the driveway she took a flower from her hidden stash she had stolen from the school and went to the house. It was quiet save for the music coming from Jennie's room. The door was ajar and Jisoo knocked twice before opening it. Jennie was at her vanity in a sleek gray dress, looking like something off the runway.

"Going out?" Jisoo asked stupidly. Of course Jennie was, but Jisoo was nervous.

Jennie lowered her eyeliner and looked at Jisoo through the mirror. Her body felt like a ticking time bomb and Jisoo was pushing all the wrong buttons. This wasn't fair, for either of them, but it needed to be done. Jennie had to sacrifice something.