JenLisa one shot story's

In this moment

Summary:

Sometimes, Jennie just can't sleep alone. She chooses not to.

Jennie squirms annoyed under the trillion blankets covering her body from the wintry air.

She has been trying to sleep for what feels like hours already, but her desired rest, which she thought about since the very first hours of her busy morning, seems to drift away further which each passing breath.

She has a lot to do when the sun rises. Promotions, rehearsals, choreographies, smiling.

She is honestly worried.

In general, Jennie worries about a lot of things. She just can't help it. It's part of her. Each goal she sets for herself becomes a sometimes rough journey to utter perfection, or at least the closest she can get to it without fainting due exhaustion, so she's more than used to the unsettling feeling on her stomach that makes her purse her lips and tap her left foot throughout the whole day.

It used to be more manageable, before becoming who she is now.

When she was a kid, she could just hide in her own closet when her chest felt too full, and by the time she reached her teen years, she could even control her own respiration by means of deep inhales and short exhales to make the erratic beating of her heart find a reasonable peace.

Nowadays, however, as every single aspect of her life is scrutinized by frowning strangers, it has become more difficult to control. She has a lot of people to content.

She has a lot of people she is terrified to disappoint.

And she can't hide. She can't get her cheeks flushed deep red with calculated breathing. She can't rub her hands against her eyes until the world becomes clear again.

Now, she has to deal with the weight of high expectations while being closely observed.

Jennie turns around again, then, falling flat onto her stomach, and groans.

Her incessant mind twirls along timetables, along routines, along duties. It finds short-lived solace in nice memories and then it gets dark again, with disappointed sighs and murmured words. Then, absolutely tired, Jennie lets her thoughts drift to the next room.

To the person sleeping in the next room.

Jennie's heart tingles unprompted, but she hesitates. She really doesn't want to impose. She knows that the short-haired brunette is probably in deep sleep after the hectic day. She has seen her groupmate sweating profusely after leading a quite demanding dance practice. She has seen her smiling with glossy, worn out eyes. She has seen her mouth twitching in slight discomfort, her shoulders moving painfully, and she has seen her popping anti-inflammatory pills into her open mouth almost as if in a secret.

But now with the image of her tender features caressing her soul, Jennie can't help but to think about the feeling of her groupmate's fingers against her skin.

She bites her lower lip and turns around again. She stares at the ceiling with a determined expression, decided. After a few more seconds, her will crumbles as her wandering mind lets her grasp the ghost of Lisa's arms squeezing her body lovingly.

It is too tempting. She aches for the soft affection, and the goosebumps in her arms warn her that there is no way she will finally fall asleep without a sweet dose of the brunette's love.

So she gets off her bed and tiptoes quietly to the next room, hoping to be a sneaky as possible.

And just as she thought, the finds the younger girl sleeping quietly, her plump mouth slightly open as her chest rises and falls in subtle motions.