in every universe (one shot-s) | JENLISA

go ahead and laugh (even if it hurts)

The four of them huddled by the alley, watching as a couple stopped by a door. The slit situated in the middle of the door slid open and the male of the couple leaned down to say something. And then the door opened and the couple went in. Nothing seemed creepy at all.

"This looks sketchy," Lisa opined, staring at the once again empty alley with suspicion.

She was about ready to bolt. She would have if it wasn't for Jennie's arm that was securely linked through hers. Maybe she would pull Jennie along with her and go to the ice-cream store at the opposite side of the road. The ice-cream store looked safe. There was mint chocolate chip ice-cream in that store. She would really prefer mint chocolate chip over the risk of getting kidnapped and sold.

Jesus, why did she ever allow herself to be so whipped for Jennie Kim?

All she wanted to do was stay in her room and study for her business law test in two months. Her blessedly single room with no roommate to bring boys or girls in, where she could be in peace. But no, no, because it was Friday and Jennie Kim always had to do something on Fridays, anything that didn't include staying in and studying.

Rosé hummed in agreement – she looked about ready to get the hell out of dodge as well. Perhaps they could be partners in safety. "It really does look sketchy." She shot a glare at her roommate. "How did you learn about this place again?"

Jennie shrugged, not at all perturbed by the sketchiness of it all. Instead, she seemed excited. Lisa thought first aiders were supposed to play it safe. "Irene told me about it."

"She's setting us up for murder," the blonde said, frown growing deeper when she watched a group of friends passed them and did the same thing the couple just now did. "Can we talk about how no one came out at all? It doesn't look safe to me."

"Lisa, it's freaking ten thirty. The party's just getting started," Jennie chastised, rolling her eyes. "And it's Irene's birthday. She'd kill me if I miss out on it because you two are cowards."

"There'll be cake, right?" Jisoo spoke up for the first time as she jumped on her toes, an excited smile tugging on her lips. "I'm always up for cake."

Lisa and Rosé shared a skeptical look, a look that screamed this is fucking crazy and we're about to get murdered because these two brunettes are fucking crazy. The soccer player was seriously considering ditching her teammate and the girl she was in love with for the ice-cream across the street. Or maybe the library, Rosé would agree, she was sure.

But before she could execute her escape plan, Jennie was already pulling her deeper into the alley. And because she was as whipped as cream, she went along despite the protests in her head. If she died, at least Jennie would die with her. That would teach her. Rosé was reluctant behind them as well, but Jisoo wasn't giving her much of a choice as she had Rosé's arm securely linked with hers.

Jennie shot Lisa an expectant look, and she just groaned and rapped her fist on the metal door. The slit drew open with a loud hiss and a pair of ominous brown eyes appeared.

"Password," the monotonous voice demanded.

Lisa's brow rose. For once, she was glad that she had her taser hidden under her jacket.
She shifted and turned to Jennie, who leaned down and said, "Mashed potatoes." Her brow went higher. That couldn't be the password.

But then the slit closed and the door opened. Turned out the owner of that voice was short and skinny man, probably mid-thirties, pretending to be a hipster with his man bun and goatee. She didn't understand straight people.

"Are you fucking with me?" Rosé muttered from behind her, and Lisa had to agree. Jennie flashed the guy a smile and went in. When they passed the guy and made sure he was out of earshot, Rosé told Jisoo, "I can't believe I'm about to die because I love you."