Your hand in mine

Season 1 - 2

'I had a great time last night. Y/L/I.'

"Oh my god, you're banging Loren."

"You really need to rethink your whole relationship if you have that little trust in him," Jennie fires back easily, grabbing the card out of Irene's hands and reading it again.

'I had a great time last night.' Somehow, she's absolutely sure Y/n didn't even think of the dual meaning when she neatly signed what looks to be outrageously expensive piece of paper and put it in the bouquet, the size of which was toeing the line between charming and obnoxious.

Jennie squints at it, holds it up with one hand, barely hiding an amused smile, Lilies. The only flowers she's sure she isn't allergic to, as she told Y/n yesterday.

So she's the type to remember things, interesting.

"Yeah, and Oh," Jisoo pipes up from where she's lounging on Jennie's couch, "Loren was with you last night. The entire night. I know because we're roommates with really thin walls. Can I start looking for another apartment please?"

"Besides," Jennie says again, eyes still on the card. "I have a boyfriend."

"Ah, yes," says Irene, plopping next to Jisoo onto the couch and eyeing Jennie. "The one and only Jai Jim, the love of your life."

"Last name was a little excessive."

Irene shrugs. "You get the point."

Jennie puts the bouquet down on the coffee table carefully, and then sighs, turning to face her best friends since high school. Jisoo Kim and Irene Bae, always up to no good, always in pair. Jennie wasn't always the part of the trio. She remembers Jisoo punching her in the face back in school - with perfectly good reasons, but it still hurt like a bitch. She remembers Irene hating her guts freshman year - a feeling that intensified when her older brother went through 'a Jennie Kim stage', as Jisoo put it. She must have done something right when she turned him down, at least in Irene's eyes, since they've become tentative friends after that.

Not that she would've accepted Ivan Bae's advances if Irene wasn't there. She was barely seventeen, and he was well over twenty four.

Now, she's almost twenty four herself. Time's a funny thing.

"So you finally dumping that dude?" Jisoo asks Jennie.

I had a great time last night.

Would you have a great time knowing why I was there in the first place?

"I," Jennie rubs a hand down her face, smooths it over the scrubs she's still wearing. She's only in her second year of med school, so technically it's a little early for hospital shifts, but her mother helped her pick up a few. She sighs. "It's complicated."

Jisoo and Irene immediately get their faces to express well-practiced sympathy. She thinks it's unnecessary. They all know she's the only one out of the three who ever liked Kai enough to talk to him, let alone date him.

The reason she sighs is not because she's actually contemplating her relationship with Kai - it's because she was supposed to be telling her friends all about their fake break-up, but Y/n's bouquet messed everything up and she slipped and said the wrong thing.

According to their plan - Kai's and hers - she actually doesn't have a boyfriend anymore. It makes sense. Perfect sense.

She had to go and complicate everything further.

"She's just a friend," Jennie says, and it takes tremendous effort not to slap her own forehead as soon as the words are out of her mouth. This is not going according to plan at all.