The Fault in Our Sunrise (A JenSoo Fanfic)

i.

"Miss Kim, someone wants to see you," Jinni, my young secretary, says.

"Please just use the phone next time," I answer, not looking up from all the paperwork. "And I'm busy. Tell them to make an appointment instead."

"She's quiet insistent, ma'am."

I look up instantly at the sound of that voice. The voice I would recognize anywhere, even in a crowded room. The voice that I know better than any lullaby in this world.

That wasn't Jinni's voice.

"Missed me?" the cat-eyed woman asks with a gummy smile.

"Jennie," I rise from my seat and rush towards my best friend. I run to her arms, like I did when we were children. "When did you get back?"

After graduating from college two years ago, Jennie wanted to travel around the world. Since then, she's been to Japan, Taiwan, Philippines, Thailand, Singapore, Malaysia, Indonesia, Germany, Turkey, Switzerland, The Netherlands, Spain, Italy, and some parts of the United States (Los Angeles, Las Vegas, New York, Boston, and most recently, Seattle).

"Just today. I went straight here from the airport."

I pull away from the hug and look straight into her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me you were flying back home? I would've picked you up myself at the airport."

She arches a brow at me. "But that wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"

Aside from my brother, Jennie's the only person who's been constant in my life. We've known each other since we were children.

Our bond has changed over the years. But it has always changed for the better.

Even when she was overseas, not a day went by that we didn't FaceTime for at least two hours. She would tell me all about her day, the people she'd meet, the part-time jobs she had that she would eventually leave in two weeks or so to move on to another place.

And I... Well, I just listened.

I had nothing to share anyway. Besides, between she and I, she has always been the talker and I, the listener.

She spots the gray U-shaped couch at the other side of the huge office. I watch as she strides towards it with grace, looking as though she never had a bad day in her life.

She settles on the couch, then looks at me as she pats the empty space next to her.

Some things just don't change, huh?

"I'm busy," I tell her as I shake my head.

She crosses her legs and leans back on the couch. How can this woman have this effect on me? She has a way to make me submit to her bidding without even much effort.

As if in hypnosis, I make my way to the couch and sit down next to her, sparing only a few inches between us.

As soon as I've sat down, I catch the smell of her lavender-scented body wash.

"Why aren't you looking at me? Didn't you miss me?" she asks, earning a chuckle from me.

I take her right hand and hold it in mine, planting a soft kiss on her knuckles before intertwining our fingers. "Of course I missed you, silly."

Our gaze meet, and we stay like that for a while: holding hands, looking in each other's eyes, smiling. No words, just enjoying the comfort of being in each other's presence.

"I am home," Jennie tells me in a soft voice so that it doesn't disturb the peaceful atmosphere. "Finally."

And so am I.