Jenlisa Oneshots

took you long enough

Jennie is fuming.

Well, to be fair, she's been at different degrees of anger throughout the day. Maybe it's because she had to skip her morning coffee when she saw an unusually long line, or that she got called out by her boss for showing up late to work, or that she ordered takeout for the third dinner in a row after realizing that she, once again, had forgotten to restock her fridge.

But this is it. She doesn't think she can get angrier than this. She can feel her temper sparking like never before and she's this close to doing something about it.

All she wants to do is to get started on this new case she's been assigned to. But here she is: tiredly hunched over her desk, staring at the stacked sheets of paper in front of her, and rereading the same sentence over and over again, like she hasn't spent the past fifteen minutes doing so already.

Why?

It's because her damn neighbor has been blasting hip hop music on repeat for the past hour or so. At one in the morning.

And the thin ass walls of the apartment are doing so little in helping her focus enough to get past said sentence.

She seriously contemplates pounding her fist against the wall and telling this person to shut the hell up, but who knows how they would react? After all, someone with this level of obnoxiousness might not take her complaints well, and the last thing she wants is a heated argument with an ignorant idiot in the middle of the night.

She hears the song's outro fade out and sighs in relief when everything grows quiet for almost a minute. This newfound peacefulness in the atmosphere encourages her to gather up what's left of her energy and start doing some actual work. Huh, so her neighbor has finally called it a night. Maybe the universe decided against pissing her off again after such a long-

A sudden blare of bass interrupts her thoughts, startling her. She lets out a frustrated groan and stomps to the wall that has been driving her mad ever since she moved in two weeks ago.

That's it. She's been trying to put up with such an inconsiderate person for so long. Enough is enough.

"Hey! Shut the hell up!" she yells, banging her fist again and again, just like the way she pictured it. "You're too loud!"

And she doesn't hear another sound from the apartment the rest of the night.

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The next time Jennie hears music through the wall is when she's chopping some green onions for dinner. It's a faint beat but it bothers her nevertheless. She narrows her eyes and tightens her grip around the knife but does nothing. This doesn't deserve her attention now, all she needs to do is focus on the meal she's cooking for her best friend.

She hasn't seen Jisoo in a while. The older Kim was busy shooting a drama in Busan, and even though Jennie is used to her tight schedule and all, she couldn't help but feel a little bit giddy when Jisoo sent her a message, telling her that she'll come visit her at her new apartment as soon as she lands. So, Jennie did what she always does when she has her over: she spent the whole day cleaning up the place, buying groceries, and overall trying to give her best friend the impression that she is keeping it together. She can save herself an hour-long lecture from a worried Jisoo on how she needs to take care of herself.

Her acknowledgement of the progress she made today draws a small smile on her face; the smell of the cooking pot seems to be telling her that she's been doing a good job at dinner so far. She then takes out two wine glasses to place them on the kitchen table and goes back to continue chopping. But the sound of the knife against the cutting board gradually fades to the beat from next door, shifting her mood back. It isn't until she can't hear the chopping at all that she loses it. She slams the knife on the counter and storms out of her apartment.