Vacant place for death[JENSOO]

12

The next morning, blinking sleepily, I stretched, looking at the room forlornly. It took a few seconds to remember where I am and what happened last night.

Jennie. I'm in Jennie's bedroom.

Sitting down, I looked around. Through the loosely drawn curtains, the morning sun penetrated into the room with bright slanting rays. The bedroom itself is covered in dark gray metallic wallpaper with a dark purple ornament in the form of flowers, as if painted at the whim of the artist in large, sweeping strokes. Opposite the bed is a chest of drawers made of dark wood, its entire surface is dotted with all kinds of expensive jewelry, glistening in the sun. Closer to the window, in the corner, there is a comfortable armchair, and in it a carelessly thrown book and a pair of Jennie T-shirts. Bedside table in the color of the chest of drawers and bedside wall sconces on the sides of the headboard.

Okay, the only thing that really deserves attention here is the huge, truly royal—sized Jennie bed, with a large carved wooden headboard, into which gold trim details are organically woven. If I look closely, I may even be able to remember what kind of scene is so artfully depicted on it. That's the last thing I care about right now. My thoughts are occupied with a more important question.

Judging by the fact that, shuffling my feet in my sleep, I managed to gather the whole sheet around me — the hostess has not been in this bedroom for a long time. Lazily rolling off the bed, I find my underwear in the clothes scattered on the floor. Looking into the bathroom, I steal one of the fluffy white robes of a brown-haired girl and, guided by the muffled sounds of music, I leave the room.

Wow! I immediately get a stunning view!

In a long black wrestling T-shirt and short shorts, dancing to Can't Feel My Face (The Weeknd), Jennie, flashing her bare, infinitely long, swarthy legs, flits around the kitchen, filling the coffee maker. I do not deny myself the pleasure of enjoying this picture. Again and again glancing at her open swan neck, slender shoulders, slender legs. A nagging feeling settles in the chest. And, I clench my fists from a sudden irresistible desire to touch her.

Devil!

Who would I sell my soul to watch this every morning?..

Choking on my own thoughts, I quickly pass the sofa and, coming closer, lean on the bar counter.

-Good morning.

Startled, she freezes.

Oh, not good...

Inside, something moved disgustingly, rather lifted, sensing something was amiss. After putting the coffee maker back in place and clicking the button, Jennie finally turned around.

-Morning.- The girl greets in a calm, emotionless voice, looking at the fruit basket on the counter.- Would you like some coffee?

Definitely not good...

-Yes.

-You can use my bathroom for now. You'll find everything you need there. Looking at her watch, Jennie frowned.- Just hurry up, Bona should come in half an hour.- This is something inside me happily squirmed, disgustingly climbing up to my throat and curling up there in a lump.- You need to leave before she gets here.

-Hmm... - I even manage to grin, moving away from the counter.- How corny...

-Jisoo?

-Never mind, Jennie.

Shit, what was I even counting on? That when she sees me, she will smile, kiss me and say: let's do it again... Heck! 

I fit in a couple of minutes. Slamming the door behind me, I quickly get dressed and fly back in search of my purse. Jennie is sitting on the sofa with her arms crossed over her chest, and an evil look is boring into the door to her bedroom. Or rather me, as soon as I appear in the doorway.