ᴀɴɢᴇʟ | ᴊᴇɴꜱᴏᴏ

nineteen

Waking up was no longer the pleasure it was. There is a fleeting moment when she would be whole again but it evaporates faster than summer rain off the burnt earth. As Jisoo wakes from her slumber, she notices the coolness of the air and it's soft fragrance. She blinks a few times before her eyes flicker over to the unfamiliar nightstand with that sleek, white digital clock glowing slightly in the shadows of the room.

3:45 AM.

After Jisoo processed what she was reading off of the clock, her eyes had widened slightly as she turned her head as subtle as she could to look at her surroundings before she noticed it was an unfamiliar room. Her heartbeat increased gradually as she felt an arm tighten around her waist, pulling her closer to the center of the bed as she felt a soft breath on the back of her neck.

Jennie was snoring just behind her, under the covers, as she held her. It didn't take long for Jisoo to notice that they were both naked on the bed beneath the blankets. She felt a headache coming into her brain soon enough.

Slowly and reluctantly, Jisoo blinks, closes her eyes, and blinks again. The moonlight illuminated the most of the room in a light glow sitting on top of the darkness, penetrating through the windows. Jisoo carefully lifted Jennie's arm off of her waist, sitting up, dragging her feet off the bed as she rubbed her knuckles onto her eyes. The black haired gold stretches her arms above her head and yawns. She watches her legs dangle above the white polyester carpet.

She took a peak behind her when she heard Jennie shuffle a bit in the bed, but she still laid there, asleep and comfortable under the covers. Jisoo sighed and turned back to reach down on the carpet floor and grab her oversized blouse. She pulled it over head and sat there for a minute, still trying to process what had happened before everything else.

She remembered Jennie kissing her. She remembered that as much as she wanted to pull away from her, she didn't. She didn't exactly make an effort to stop it either. She just let it happen. And that's how she ended up here, on Jennie's bed almost naked. She tugged at the hem of her oversized blouse and sighed, staring at the wall.

Jisoo grabbed her phone from the nightstand and checked a few notifications for a bit. There were a few missed calls from Rosé as well as her manager, who she'd have to call back in the morning.

Just as Jisoo was about to push herself off the bed and out the door, a small whisper stopped her, halting her movements, frozen to the core.

"Where are you going?"

Jennie's eyes fluttered open, as she pressed the side of her cheek to the cold pillow, staring at Jisoo's back. She laid there for a moment, waiting for the older girl to answer. But, she didn't. There was a complete silence between them for a good several minutes before Jisoo finally spoke up.

"I-I can't be here." Jisoo whispered back, still staring at the wall in front of her.

Jennie pushed herself up, letting the blanket fall from her shoulders revealing her bare chest, her naked upper torso. But Jisoo didn't turn around.

"Why not?"

"We just can't," she replied. "You should know why."

Jennie nodded slowly, even though she wasn't able to see her. It took all of her gut to start moving towards the older girl, wrapping her arms around her waist, feeling her tense up in shock. The brunette felt her warmth radiate off her body. It intoxicatingly drew her to her. She made sure to keep a firm grip on her, in hopes of making her stay.

"Just stay here," Jennie says, "Your room is right next door anyway. There won't be a difference."

Jennie kissed her clothed shoulder, and then the side of her neck, remembering where she had left a small, light hickey. The brunette mentally smiled to herself as she thought about it.