Lust was it? (JENSOO)

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Jennie's POV

2 days until the trial

As an F1 driver you had a specific diet and a training regimen. You had to have enough endurance, stamina and muscle to control that car on the track for multiple laps while still being in a specific weight so the car would be lighter and therefore move faster. I never saw it as a problem seeing as I was accustomed to heavy training but I did have to cut down on most things to stop building existential muscle that I didn't need.

My thoughts are cut short by the doors to the confinement cell opening. I stop on my umpteenth push up, looking to the light in the hallway to the guard standing there.

"Up German." She instructed, reaching for cuffs. Her eyes trailed my sweaty body as I stood up. I had taken off the jumper and left it tied around my waist and remained in the white tank I wore underneath. My arms and shoulders glistened with light sheen of sweat, my toned abs noticeable in the tight damp cloth.

I stared at her unfazed as she cuffed my hands in front of me, eyes skimming over my skin. This was an all female prison... I don't think I had to say anymore.

"You are one sexy bitch." She commented without no shame.

I smiled with amusement, expecting it because I got it from nearly all the female guards that took me in and out of my cells for the last few days, "I know."

She hummed, holding my arm in a tight, grip and guiding me out of the cell.

"Would you mind telling me where we're going?" There was no other guards on this floor and I was unable to see inside any cell we passed due to them being confinement cells just like the one they put me in.

I didn't get an answer as she led me down to the left hallway instead of the right that lead to the facilities. This entire ordeal was so infuriating.

For starters it seemed to be an entertainment for the other prisoners that I was new and a German. Second the food looked disgusting, it is so worse being locked in here. Thank God Jisoo paid off one of the guards to send me actual food. And lastly I was supposed to be on the other side of this building, in the cells where temporary prisoners waiting for sentencing are supposed to be.

Seems like somebody got some strings pulled and they put me in the real prison. My grey jumpsuit stood out in the crowd of orange during lunch and breakfast but I kept to myself. I could take care of myself easily but as long as they didn't push beyond that line of sanity then all they would get is a long hard and unamused stare.

She stopped at a door in the long beige hall and typed in a code. I took note of how she didn't bother to hide it, I mean if there was a way to escape solitary confinement then she would have to hide it. She pushed me into the brightly lit room and making it aware to me that it was nothing but a visiting room.

I was walked over to a round blue metal table where Jisoo sat. She unlocked my cuffs rather roughly before putting them in front of me and forcing me down in the seat.

Jisoo didn't mutter a word but her glare was sharp as it followed the departing guard.

"How much time do we have?" I questioned, snapping her from her inner conflict.

"Enough, are you good?" I nodded silently, looking over her stressed appearance. With her sexy yet messy hair and crooked tie, it was obvious that she was stressed or either nervous.

"Are you good?" I retorted and subtly gestured to her tie, not daring touching her in case it was against the rules and we got separated.

"Yeah, I'll be better when you're out of here though."

"It isn't all that bad." I shrugged, trying to lighten the tensed mood.

"Does bad include worries of food poisoning because of your status. There's always a risk that someone with vendetta against us could try something and last but definitely not least you being away from me."

I smiled at her sudden change of mood and said, "You're so cute."

She grumbled and shook off my words, "Everything is in order for Saturday."

"Everything?" I questioned softly.

"With high hopes, yes." A long sigh expelled from my lips at her words, my thoughts going frantic. I knew one of those days she would go to my biological mother and just to hear that she did and she may just show up had my thoughts erratic.

"They dropped the charges for the illegal drugs and unlicensed weapons." That snapped me from my thoughts and I drew back in surprise, brows furrowed.

"That seems a bit suspicious." I muttered.

"It does but I thought about it on the way here," she leaned forward on the table, sparing a glance at the guard before looking back at me, "They found no drugs in your system and they got a warrant to search your jet but found nothing. Why keep these charges over your head without proper evidence for it and all they have is accusations?" I thought of her words, waiting for her to continue.

"It will only make the one thing they are trying to make the main offense look like another accusation. And just like the two they dropped they have only accusations that you did what they say you did." She finished.

I blinked in realisation, so far from my mind when she told me they dropped the charges.

"You weren't lying." I said instead and she showed her confusion to my words.

"I did get the best lawyer in New York to fight my cases." This made her smile, a smug smile.

"America baby, the best lawyer in America." I could only smile at her words, her smug attitude better than the one I met her in. Any attitude from her is better than the distraught one she was just in.

"Do you know their lawyer?" I questioned.

"Not personally, the FBI provided him for her I think. He's good but not good enough." She commented pensively.

"Thanks for the sandwiches." I added as I felt a presence behind me. She looked at her watch and gave me a small but desperate smile.

"Ich liebe dich." I said in German so no one else would understand. Her brows furrowed at my words but I just smiled and stood from my chair for the guard.
(I love you.)

"Google it." Was the last thing I said before I was taken away and back to the boring cell.

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