chaennie one shots

when I'm feeling alone, you remind me of home

Jisoo's sister, to put it shortly, is hot, and Jennie is drunk, and she is, in general, uncertain of whether it's alright to mount your best friend's baby sister.

or

Jisoo and Jennie are best friends and that's fine until Jennie kisses Chaeyoung on New Year's Eve and it all just spirals from there.

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"You're acting like an idiot child," Jennie whisper-yells. She's crouched in Kim Jisoo's tiny, shitty bathroom in her dorm room, while Jisoo sits in the tiny, shitty shower. Jisoo is cowering in the corner of the shower because Im Nayeon just texted asking when she was getting to her New Year's Eve party, and Jisoo is incurably, awfully in love with her. "Get out of the shower."

"You're acting like a child," Jisoo whisper-yells back. They're whisper-yelling because Park Chaeyoung, Jisoo's adopted little sister and their happy-go-lucky hangers-on for the night is sitting on Jisoo's dorm room couch waiting for Jennie to quote "finish up with Jisoo's makeup." But really, Jisoo is sitting in her shower, probably getting the nice leather pants Jennie had bought her for Christmas wet.

"Look, we have to go," Jennie says in her most reasonable tone. "Kadir, our very nice Lyft driver, is sitting out front and has been very graciously waiting for the last ten minutes. I'm not prepared to take a hit to my passenger rating because you don't know how to deal with your feelings."

"I know how to deal with my feelings," Jisoo throws back testily. "Sitting in the shower is a perfectly -"

"Jisoo," Jennie grinds out, crossing her arms and putting on her sternest glare. It doesn't quite work. Jisoo's expression merely sours in response, but Jennie refuses to relent. "It's time to get off your ass and make a move both to the Lyft and with Nayeon because if you don't, I very well might kill you."

"You don't understand," Jisoo all but groans, her head tossing back enough that Jennie winces when she hears it hit against the tiles behind her. "You don't know what it's like to be like this. Just take Chaeyoung and go without me and I'll meet you guys later, alright?"

"First of all, shove off for thinking you have some sort of monopoly on falling in love," Jennie says, holding up one perfectly manicured, forest green finger. "Second, I'm not going to a party with your baby sister who I've spoken to six times and only half of them while I was sober. Last night at the bar she almost puked up her Fireball shot."

The memory seems to jar Jisoo out of her misery just the slightest, her lips stretching into a slight smile and shoulders relaxing. "In her defense, she repeatedly told all of us she did not like cinnamon. I mean she never has, she tried to do that stupid cinnamon challenge when we were fourteen and she puked then too."

"Exactly, she's a puker."

Jisoo rolls her eyes, but laughs. "She's harmless. You'll be fine."

"She spent the whole night flirting with our bartender," Jennie says. "About Taylor Swift no less."

"You like Taylor Swift, I've seen your Spotify playlists," Jisoo says before sighing heavily. "You're right, Kadir will only wait so long. So go ahead. Save your Lyft rating. I'll be right behind you guys."

"Uh, can I like, come in?" comes the lilting voice of Jisoo's tall, blonde adoptive sister. The bathroom is really only so big, Jennie wants to say, but Jisoo is looking at the door like a lifeline.

"Yeah, yep," Jisoo says. Chaeyoung slowly pushes the door open. Jennie doesn't really have anywhere to go but toward the toilet as Chaeyoung takes up the space Jennie had previously been occupying. Chaeyoung is wearing a sweatshirt and jean jacket, khakis, a pair of Clarks boots on her feet, her hair in a loose fishtail braid. Chaeyoung is so gay that Jennie could feel it the very first time that she ever saw a picture of her, Jisoo triumphantly showing her sister winning some sort of journalism award at her high school.