From Day One | JENSOO

Chapter 35

This is for you (and me).

"Hey, Jendeuk," Jisoo greeted the girl. She sat up in her bed and reached over to the stack of DVDs Jennie had brought from home.

"So I thought we could watch Pocahontas? I'm craving a sing along to Colors of the Wind, what do you think?"

Jennie dropped her handbag on the chair, walking and breathing like a robot. She was running on autopilot.

Jisoo saw Jennie's distracted face and could clearly see something was on Jennie's mind. "What happened?" Jisoo asked with growing concern. The vacant look did not suit Jennie.

Even though Jennie should have known better by now, she could do nothing to prevent the startling effect Nayeon's words had on her.

"Wow, she could be dead right now."

Jennie remembered her old self. She remembered her defense mechanism, her ability to box away all those unpleasant feelings and focus on something else. It was exactly what she did. She slid onto Jisoo's bed, pushing away some of the covers and climbing into Jisoo's lap.

Jisoo hid the grimaces she felt when Jennie's knees pinched her waist and ribs. It was a small price to pay. She forgot about Jennie's blank face when the girl kissed her. The kisses were sweet, almost as if Jennie was treating Jisoo's mouth as what was bruised in the accident.

"Wow, she could be dead right now."

The docility was short-lived when Nayeon's words rung again. Jennie had her fingers in Jisoo's hair but she moved her hand and brought it to Jisoo's jaw. Using the heel of her hand, Jennie pressed down, causing Jisoo's mouth to fall open and letting Jennie's tongue in. Jisoo's hips shot up and in turn Jennie rolled hers down. They broke apart from their kiss with a cross between a shared gasp and a moan, forgetting decency and consumed with urgency. Jennie found Jisoo's eyes and rolled her hips down again.

Jisoo swayed forward with every movement, brushing her lips against Jennie's in lazy kisses, too immersed in odd combination of pain and pleasure as Jennie's legs dug into Jisoo's sides.

"Wow, she could be dead right now."

"Don't leave me," Jennie said, releasing her insecurities in messy whispers. "Don't leave me, don't leave me, Jisoo."

"Jennie, I—" Jisoo drew in a hissing breath through her nose as Jennie's mouth turned more forceful.

"I won't leave you. I promise."

Jennie withdrew momentarily, realizing how crazily she was acting. Jisoo's lips glistened from Jennie's onslaught and Jennie felt the quick pants that breezed through them against her neck.

"I think I love you too much," Jennie said, suddenly uninterested in satisfying her hormones.

The next kiss from Jisoo scratched at Jennie's initial worries of abandonment. But it was more like clawing, not scratching, and when Jisoo sweetly nuzzled her neck Jennie choked back a sob.

"Do you ever feel like that?" Jennie asked, hiccupping through a breath. It was painfully embarrassing for Jennie to have Jisoo witness her at her worst and Jennie had quick impulses of fleeing, like electrical shocks that made her even antsier.

"I feel...I..." Jisoo mumbled, frustrated with the mess in her head. Articulating thoughts to words was a simple task, it shouldn't have felt like attempting alchemy.

"Moths are attracted to light, right?" Jisoo began explaining, staring at a lone freckle on Jennie's shoulder.

"Some, actually, are so transfixed by light's allure that they fly straight into fire. I'm the moth to your flame, Jennie. I gravitate towards you because of your warmth and if by chance you burn me then so be it. I'd die happily."