From Day One | JENSOO

Chapter 33

An expert at keeping lines blurry.

Rosé always made a point of leaving Lisa's apartment before Lisa awoke early in the morning. Sometimes she'd even slip out at night, sometimes noiselessly, sometimes loudly if she was in the mood for a confrontation, or sex. However, Lisa never seemed to be in the mood for confrontations like Rosé was (although sex was another story) and Rosé would leave fuming, stomping down the halls because Lisa was so nonchalant all the time.

She didn't like the domesticity of it all either and the awkwardness of getting breakfast or dressing in each other's presence. It was a conundrum Rosé mused in bars late at night drunkenly, with bartenders not half annoying as Lisa which, for some reason, made them even more annoying.

"Why is it we have no trouble taking off our clothes before fucking someone but putting on clothes afterwards is something everyone wants to avoid, hm? Riddle me that," Rosé said, jabbing her finger towards the bartender's face.

The bartender sighed, like he always did when Rosé visited him.

"I don't know, Rosie."

Rosé snorted at the nickname and circled her finger around her full shot glass. It was her first at this bar. She had plenty in about three other bars and clubs before getting to this one. Someone sat in the stool next to her, reaching a beefy arm over Rosé and taking her shot.

"Whiskey?" Chanyeol croaked after he downed the drink, grimacing at the taste then shaking his head once as if to get rid of it. His hair was always thickly gelled and slicked to the side like some greaser's out of the 50s but by the end of the night it always loosened and his bangs appeared.

Understanding Rosé meant understanding her palate towards alcohol was dependent on her mood. Tequila meant she was looking for fun; martinis meant she was bored and wanted to get buzzed, not drunk; clean, straight up vodka meant she was intent on getting plastered and for everything else, there was whiskey.

Whiskey could have meant anything, but usually meant something on the left of neutral in the mood spectrum because there were specific alcohols for Rosé's happy moods.

She straightened in her seat and ruffled her hair, getting a glimpse of herself in the mirror behind the rows of bottles then turning to Chanyeol, staring at his forehead rather than looking in his eyes.

"Let's go."

*

Jellybeans were beginning to litter underneath Jisoo's hospital bed. Jennie and Jisoo had been using them to throw at each other's mouths and most of the time, they kept missing but on occasion, one of them succeeded.

Jennie threw her arms up in victory when she managed to get a flying jellybean. She chewed happily with a perfect smile.

"That's not fair," Jisoo whined from her place on the bed. She wasn't allowed to move from it.

"You can unhinge your jaw."

"Hey!" Jennie yelled, throwing a jellybean at Jisoo from the other side of the room. They began laughing until the room's door open and Lisa poked her head in.

"Am I interrupting?" Lisa asked.

The girls' laughter subsided and Jennie went by Jisoo's bed to pick up her backpack as she replied to the question.

"Not at all, I was just leaving."

Before leaving, Jennie kissed Jisoo, lingering there. They took their time these days when it came to kisses or hugs, knowing they were too fleeting to begin with.

Lisa moved to the chair Chanyeol hadn't occupied in a week now. Jisoo didn't know where he had disappeared to and didn't care, she was just relieved he was gone. Lisa dropped a container into Jisoo's lap. Jisoo took off the lid and saw a neat arrangement of tangerines, grapes and apple slices.