Seamlessly (Chaennie)

Chapter 1

Jennie Kim's Apartment Complex: February 2016

"I'm not saying it's weird or anything, but I mean...Don't you want to stop relying on Mommy and Daddy Kims to pay your swanky apartment's bills?" Kim Jisoo was never one to mince words.

Today was certainly no different.

Jennie eyed her best friend with little enthusiasm. She envied the way the brunette always looked so damn good with her hair in a simple ponytail with adorning braids. So effortlessly cool, and relaxed, all the time.

Then again, Jennie would be too, if she had her boss wrapped around her finger the way she Jisoo had with Haein.

But of course, Jennie's bosses were curators, and patrons. They were a little harder to sleep with.

"No, Jisoo." Jennie rolled her eyes, hoping it added to the already dramatic effect she was trying for. "I adore being twenty-five and relying on my parents because my career in art is failing miserably."

Jisoo shot her an amused smile, straightening out her leather jacket. "Okay, Kim, I get it. There's nothing wrong with relying on your parents, you know, but....I don't get it. Your art is so good."

Jennie smiled as they approached her apartment door, turning her key into the hole with a chuckle. "Thanks, Jisoo. Maybe if you and Haein get married and get loaded, you can buy all my pieces."

Jisoo blushed at that, her cheeks matching her the crimson color of her jacket. "Okay, Jennie. Shall we?" Jisoo first headed to the fridge, swinging it open and grabbing herself a frosty bottle of beer. Then she tossed all the mail she'd been holding onto the barren coffee table, grabbing a seat beside Jennie.

"It's a good thing you're good with numbers, or else I wouldn't let you mooch off my fridge so much." Jennie grumbled.

"Yup." Jisoo popped the 'p', tearing into the first set of envelopes.

"Trash, trash....trash." Jennie mumbled, going through the white envelopes one by one. Each time she found something worthwhile, she'd slide it over to Jisoo.

"Oh....my....shit...." Jennie suddenly breathed, dropping the envelope she'd torn into.

"What?" Jisoo glanced up, brows furrowed in questioning. "Who died?"

"Me..." Jennie  shook her head frantically. "Please, kill me. No....no....no..no..."

"Kim!" Jisoo stood up, grabbing her shoulders. "What the hell?"

"Here." Jennie reached into the envelope, throwing a glossy looking card at Jisoo's unsuspecting hands. The card flitted down to the table, landing face up, like a butterfly bearing the mark of death.

Or, at least, that's how it looked to Jennie.

"Holy shit..." Jisoo breathed out with an amused smile. "Has it been five years already?"

Jennie's eyes widened as she actually counted aloud, backwards, on her fingers. "I'm twenty-five, so....twenty-four, twenty-three....Twenty. Oh, god....yes."

Jisoo barked out a laugh. "Nice! Where's the venue this time?"

Jennie took the card up in her hand, holding it under the sharp ceiling light. It was a picture of basically everyone that once meant the world to her: Her parents, the Bae family, Jisoo and Kai, Bobby and Chanyeol...Every little friend, all dressed up from their last "family" reunion, a camping trip to the famous Mount Shanra.

Or, in other words, Jennie's personal living hell.

Jennie turned the card over, reading the words out slowly: