Jenlisa Oneshots

don't be a stranger

Lisa sits at her somewhat isolated table, cradling her martini as she watches the crowded gala with a raised brow. The night is lively to say the least, raucous laughter filling the hall, band in full swing, waiters scurrying to serve drinks to the affluent guests. She'd be lying if she said that she's not even slightly tempted to join in on the fun; she's been getting inviting looks all evening, the kind that promises her a few distracting hours of thrill and pleasure.

But no.

She only has eyes for one person tonight: the gorgeous woman across the room.

She doesn't even know what it is about her that's so mesmerizing, but god, she looks at her and she just knows that she is the most beautiful woman she's ever seen. She's not the only one who thinks so (as expected) because many men have approached her, hoping to make their move, only to be turned down with a reserved stare and a stone cold expression. Maybe that's what arouses Lisa's interests, the mystery that makes her untouchable, almost out of reach.

And to be fair, this woman has every right to act like this. She's so intimidating, standing in a black sheer dress that shows all the graceful lines of her form, her shoulder-length hair framing the outline of her face so perfectly, her ruby red lipstick highlighting her plump lips. She's elegantly holding herself straight, chin high, while examining her surroundings with her cat-like eyes. Everything about her radiates regality. She's perfect.

It's such a shame she has to die.

Lisa takes in a deep breath before stopping one of the waiters in his tracks. She slips him enough bills to catch his attention.

He subtly tucks the money in his pocket, gives her a plastered smile, and asks, "How can I help you?"

"Have the band play something slow, will you?" The waiter nods and heads off.

This is it. She's putting her plan in motion.

She's walking towards the other side of the room, her steps slow and collected, when she starts to think about the time she got herself caught up in this mess.

It was raining that day, and she was soaking wet as she walked inside the crummy, poorly lit room, cursing whoever called her in so early. It was just about six in the morning, so it was no surprise that she felt exhausted out of her mind. She looked around. The walls had peeling paint, there were only a few metal chairs and a table scattered around the abandoned place, and there weren't any files for her on the table, just a small envelope, which was highly unusual. Lisa cautiously reached for it, pulling out a series of pictures of a woman that looked about her age. She was at a club, drinking and conversing with her friends, completely unaware that she's being photographed. The photos were of low quality, which indicated that they were discreetly taken, probably in a rush. But Lisa could still make out her features, her fierce eyes and her captivating aura. She didn't even realize that she was staring at the pictures for longer than she should until she heard the sound of footsteps approaching from behind.

"Jennie Kim. Twenty seven." The voice she recognized as Sehun said. "She'll be attending Joohyun's gala in Gangnam next week, and you're on the guestlist."

Lisa turned around, her expression looking a little peeved. "Wait, that's everything?" She was genuinely confused by the vagueness of this whole thing. If she wasn't gonna get a file with all the information she needed on her target, the least she could get is a backstory, or anything to help her out, really.

Sehun pursed his lips and shrugged in response, and she knows that this is his way of letting her know that she won't get anything else out of him. Maybe he was as unaware as she was, she couldn't tell. But this silence meant no good. She had a gut feeling that this was something else, something far more dangerous than anything she had ever done before.