ᴀɴɢᴇʟ | ᴊᴇɴꜱᴏᴏ

five

Jisoo laid on her bed with thoughts of the brunette filling her mind. She found herself conflicted about the past events that happened this morning. She didn't feel angry. She just felt confused. She remembered how Jennie's lips felt on hers - remembering how Jennie's first instinct when she let go of her was to kiss her. Jisoo brought her fingertips to the feel the softness of her lips and sighed. Her sigh was of a softly deflating; it was as if a tension had lifted yet left her with a melancholy instead of relief.

Rosé was coming over to her apartment today to hangout. And she was glad. She didn't want to be alone for another hour, thinking her thoughts would consume her and stress her out.

When the doorbell rang at her front door, Jisoo sighed she jutted her bottom lip out, redirecting the air-flow to her long bangs. For that brief moment her dark hair fanned upwards before resettling just over her eyes. She immediately stood up and practically ran towards the door and opened up.

It revealed a very cozy Rosé, dressed in a long, brown coat, with baggy gray pants and white sneakers. She held up a bag of food with a bright smile, looking down at the shorter girl.

(Rosie's outfit)

"I brought chicken!"

Jisoo smiled at the older girl and let her into her cozy apartment.

(Just so you won't be confused Rosé is here a year older then them.)

Making their way into the living room, Jisoo made sure to turn the lights on while Rosé set the food down on the table, already getting ready to eat. She stripped herself from her long coat and sat the floor while taking her beanie off right before she dug into the box of chicken.

Jisoo shook her head and took a piece of chicken for herself,

"You know, we should stop eating chicken so much. My friend from this one class, said that she had an indigestion after eating too much chicken." Said Rosé.

"She can't handle chicken like I do," Jisoo said proudly, "But is she okay?"

"She's fine. She just can't eat chicken." The older girl giggled and made her way onto her second piece.

"I can't even bear to think about not being able to eat chicken," she replied, "That's my worst nightmare."

"Jisoo, you love chicken too much."

"You can never have too much chicken."

The two of them ate until the night fell from the sky, engulfing all of their surroundings with darkness and the light of the moon and stars. The night comes with such a bitterness that the rutted brown fields take on the appearance of a sugared cobbler under the moonlight. The cold steals every bit of water from the air it can in its frenzy to frost over the city.

Jisoo watched as Rosé cleaned up the box of chicken, putting it into a plastic bag. She stared aimlessly at the empty table sitting in front of her while fiddling with the rings on her fingers.