The one that got away // a Jenlisa oneshot

The one that got away

10th of May 2020: First Day

She had been woken up by her cell phone alarm for years. Always the first person in the office – Jennie Kim was known to never be late. Her co-workers even had some stupid bets running because of her unwavering punctuality – that much she was aware of.

And then Jisoo decided that Jennie's 89-year-old soul trapped within the body of a 24-year-old should at least have some form of décor which would reflect her youthfulness and graced her with an LGM-clock that opened his eyes and mouth every full hour.
It was cute and Jennie didn't want to be rude, so she placed it on her bedside table and promised to use it.

And now she was late.

For the first time since working at the company – Jennie Ruby always-on-time Kim was late for work.

She made a mental note to kick Jisoo's ass and throw that stupid clock in the trash – the three smiling eyes mocking her, whilst revealing the outrageous time that was 8 o'clock, still fresh in her memory.

She tries to smoothen her hair that she didn't have time to straighten – knowing damn well that she looks like a mess when she runs towards the entrance of the subway.
Obviously, today of all days, every cab she's seen on her way has been occupied. How typical. The one time she really needed to get to the office as fast as possible.
But then again – it's still the rush-hour right now and usually she would've been out here hailing a cab at 5:30 in the morning, when, even in New York, most people aren't on their way to work yet.

"God damn, what now?", Jennie mutters to herself when the automatic door rejects her card for the second time.
There's a queue of impatient commuter forming behind her and the Korean native feels her cheeks heat up at the realization that she's probably going to be the reason they're all late to something.
She slides the card through the slot once again and sends a silent prayer up to heaven – but heaven seems to be closed today – just like the automatic entrance-door in front of her.

"Fuck.", Jennie says and turns her head – smiling apologetically at the man behind her, who doesn't even flinch and just keeps staring at her, like that's gonna help in any way.
It doesn't – on the contrary, Jennie almost drops the card when she tries again.

There's a quick hand catching her ticket mid-air and when Jennie looks up, she's met with soft eyes and an easy smirk.

"I don't think this works.", the woman says and waves the card in front of Jennie's face before giving it back to its owner.

"Here... let me..."

She reaches into the side pocket of her guitar-bag and seconds later, she pulls her own card through the slot in a swift motion – the doors opening in front of Jennie and before she can even comprehend or say thank you, she's being pushed through the entrance by the mob behind her.

She feels kinda bad and also very grateful for a second – but then she remembers that she's late for her ride and runs along with everybody else. Big hazel eyes on her mind.

11th of May 2020: Second Day

It's a fucking joke – she thinks when she wakes up to a loud honk outside and her eyes flutter open, only to see the time on the clock in her direction of view.

08.35

A big ass of a joke.

She grabs her phone – on which she recalls clearly setting her alarm the night before. She had even checked it twice.
When she taps on it and nothing happens, Jennie almost laughs out loud. Of course it would run out of battery – making her late the second time a row.