Where It All Started - SHORT STORY - Jenlisa G!P

CH 2

Chahee lived in a high-rise condominium that was more spacious than Jennie's brownstone, or so it seemed, due to the simplicity of her furniture. A leather couch, shelves, and a coffee table facing towards a wide-screen television. Jennie sat on a bar stool overlooking the balcony as she sipped her double-shot of espresso while Chahee fried up some eggs and toasted some bread. She sliced up a bowl of fruit for Jennie to fill her stomach, still empty from last night. But Jennie won't have a bite.

"You need to eat." Chahee said, exasperated. "If you don't, you might get sick, and I can't have that happen."

Jennie sighed and nibbled on a strawberry. "I just can't, Chahee. I'm still so messed up from yesterday." She rubbed her throbbing head and her sore neck. She slept on Chahee's couch late last night after the phone call. Chahee sensed that something was off for Jennie to change her mind so quickly, and so asked if she wanted to come over.

Now, she was nursing her pale porcelain espresso cup, playing with her food, and deaf to everything Chahee was saying. Even as she tried to bribe Jennie by promising her favourite vegan cake, the actress refused to emerge from her bout of depression. This wasn't about Hanbin at all.

It was about how now, Jennie was alone.

Chahee stood in front of Jennie with her platter of eggs and toast. She chewed quietly, waiting for Jennie to speak. Yet she did not, as if her tongue left her just like Hanbin did. However, Chahee was patient. She spent the entire day lounging around with Jennie, no longer forcing her to talk nor to eat. They watched a few movies, read through magazines and fan mail, until finally, Jennie called out Chahee's name.

"I'm not the kind of girl who just sits here while the world thinks I'm heartbroken." She vowed, the fire in her eyes ignited by something brighter and more ferocious. "I don't want Hanbin back. We were over the moment we graduated high school. Those years we spent apart, I don't remember missing him, because I was too caught up in school and auditions and... I'm better without him!" Jennie shot off the couch and beamed at Chahee, who watched her with pride in her eyes. "Forget what PR will think when they hear about this. I hired them to clean this kind of thing up for me anyway."

"And he's gay. Congratulations to him." Chahee said while she crossed her legs and threw the magazine on the coffee table. "But you said you wanted what I offered you. The prostitute."

Jennie blinked and nodded slowly. "I do. I haven't changed my mind about it yet. You need to tell me all about how it works. I don't want to miss out on any detail."

"Of course. I didn't expect anything less." Chahee grinned and grabbed her laptop. She booted it up and logged into her email and onto a private website that included a complicated password—at least complicated in Jennie's point of view. "Lisa's really good at what she does."

"She?" Jennie demanded as page loaded, showing a... for lack of better word, handsome blonde with the eyes that encouraged a girl to do whatever they wished. "Chahee, I'm straight—"

"At this point, that doesn't matter. It's 2023, Jennie. I thought you're past caring about sexuality? Haven't you evolved?" Chahee said as she clenched and opened up her fists. "Jennie, don't be annoying for five minutes, okay? Lisa calls herself a woman, but she has a dick. And personally, it's awesome because she's like a girl with the way she thinks and speaks and acts, but she has a lady cock that she uses way, way better than any man."

Jennie's eyes narrowed. "How do you know?"

"Easy. I had sex with her before. Anyway," Chahee scrolled through Lisa's website and clicked on her portfolio. It revealed tasteful images of the half-naked woman, dressed in nothing but a pair of stonewashed jeans that were unzipped. Jennie licked her lips for they were dry, and released a soft breath. She had abs, and her Adonis Belt was defined, and... Jennie was definitely uncomfortable now, and she blamed the lack of action for the past eleven months. She squirmed in her seat, and beside her Chahee giggled. "What?"