Jensoo: Bully and Benefits G!P (CONVERT)

Chapter 5

Jennie Kim.

"Thank you for helping me, Nini." Irene said as she dumped one of the last trash bags as we cleaned up all the dirty mess in her living room. We decided to clean this place last because it literally had every single disgusting thing you can find. I found a ripped out panty in between one of the couch cushions and that was gross.

"No problem." I reply simply, tying up another bag to throw away as I wipe a sweat out of my forehead, staring blankly at the now cleaned floor from where chunks of slushies were once splashed on.

What did bitch-face Soojoo and Kim do when they left the party? Probably suck each other's face or something.

I roll my eyes at myself and cross my arms together. What does it matter to me anyway?

Just as I open another bag, Irene eyes me wearily before sighing, catching my attention as she leans back on one of the tables. "Hope you don't mind me asking, but, why was Jisoo slushied at my college party last night?" she asks me with an arched eyebrow.

I clear my throat and busy myself with putting more garbage inside the bags when I feel my nose scrunch together as I pick up a solo cup mixed with—I can't even describe it.

Irene sighs. "Don't ignore the question Jennie, this is my house."

I throw her a glare and bite my lower lip. "This is my house too." I shot back, hissing.

Irene doesn't seem to be amused though. "Used to be—it's not my fault your parents wanted a home for just three of you guys."

That's right, Irene isn't my actual sister, she's my step-sister. My dad married her mother but when Irene's mother died, he moved on pretty quickly and married my mom and now they're in love and traveling around the world while working at the same time. Irene hated Dad, she did—because she thought he'd be in love with her mother for like forever but that never happened, yet she never hated my mom nor me. In fact, the only reason why she's still in touch with us is because of us—at first she didn't want to talk to me when we were kids but now we're like best friends and I really appreciate all Irene has done for me.

That's why she calls our Dad, 'my' parents. She calls our Dad, Jiyong, while she calls my mom, eomma—it's weird but it makes sense at the same time.

"And your lucky dad left the mansion to you." I reply back, tying another bag.

"Okay—so what's wrong with asking why Jisoo got drenched in slushy last night?" she asks me back, arching an eyebrow. "It's not like it's that bad of a question."

I clench my fists and avoid her look, not wanting to answer that question. Irene always left me vulnerable.

"Like—you called me and told me she was your girlfriend—that's why you were holding hands and doing shit in the bathroom." Irene goes on, scratching her head. "So isn't it obvious that I'd be asking you why your girlfriend was slushied by your weird cheerio friends?"

"She's not my girlfriend." I hiss, rolling my eyes at her as I feel a sweat drip down the back of my neck. "She's just someone in my school that we all prank a lot."

She crinkles her brown orbs at me. "What? She's too pretty to be the one pranked on." She mumbles, tapping her chin. "And still, girl—that was uncalled for. This is my party and I don't accept violence." She huffs, clucking her tongue.

I stare at the place where ner—Jisoo was standing, against a number of cheerios—with wide brown eyes, staring at me as she tries to think of a way to escape and okay, I'm going to be honest.