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three

Jennie eyed the amber liquid and the golden glow of the glass-like cubes. She poked them with her perfectly manicured nail to hear them jingle in the pre-dawn silence. She watched, entranced, as they bounce back up- remaining mostly submerged like mini icebergs. Wrapping her long fingers around the glass, she felt her heat leach into the drink.

Lisa's club has been closed for an hour now, but the two of them were left in the building, cleaning up while Jennie sat at the bar with a cigarette between her teeth. She took a sip of her glass and sighed. The night was long and new, but she couldn't help but feel like something was missing.

Lisa had noticed that something was a little off with Jennie. She's never seen her act to bummed out other than the times she's working on a dance project at her program but she wasn't working on a project at the moment as far as she knew.

The club was clean now, due to all the help of the staff who had finally left out into the night and met their slumber. The neon lights were still and never left their positions on the walls and ceilings as soft faint sounds of DEAN's What 2 Do playing in the background of all the extra noise of fans blowing, bottles clinking as Lisa collected them and Jennie's ice cubes rattling inside her drink.

"Hey, where were you last night?" Lisa faced the older girl from behind the counter and poured herself her own drink, "I was expecting to see you, but you never came... which is weird."

"I was out."

"Really?" Lisa raised an eyebrow as she carefully took Jennie's burning cigarette from her fingers and put it between her lips, "Were you out with your target?"

Jennie remained silent. It was best to stay quiet rather than lying, knowing that if she did lie, the younger girl would've still gotten the truth out of her either way.

Lisa, on the other hand, smiled and returned Jennie's cigarette, "What stage are you at with her?"

"The 'she keeps rejecting me, no matter what I do' type of stage because I'm not exactly the type of person she'd be with." Jennie furrowed her eyebrows.

"So, she's playing hard to get?"

"She doesn't need to play hard to get," Jennie exclaimed, "She's already hard to get just by herself."

"So what's your plan, Kim?"

"I have no fucking idea," the brunette admitted, placing her burning stick of smoke into the ash tray even if it wasn't even close to being finished, "I just need her to fall in love with me. Then, we have fun. And, like always, I leave."

"Exactly," Lisa says, taking a wet towel and dragging it across the counter while spraying some type of soap before she wipes it off, "What's so hard about that? She's just your target, after all. What makes her different from everybody else?"

Jennie thought about her question. Lisa was right. What could possibly make her different from the other girls she gets with? She was just her target, after all.

Right?

"Something's different, Jennie." Lisa pointed out, as she refilled the olders girl's drink, "Are you sure that's all she is to you?"

The taller girl, who was now staring at how Jennie fiddled with the bottom of her burnt out stick, found something different in her behavior. Given that the girl they were talking is just her target, it seemed to affect her more than how she hung out with her past targets. In fact, she felt nothing for her other targets at all. They were just her playthings. They had no affect on the brunette, but Jisoo seemed to be breaking that streak and she wondered why.

"Nothing's different," Jennie denied, bringing the rim of her glass and drinking it all in one go, "I'm fine. And, yes, she is nothing but a target."

Lisa stared at her with curiosity in her eyes before bringing the palm of her hand to her forehead gently and taking a hold of Jennie's empty glass.