Seamlessly (Chaennie)

Chapter 7

By the time Jennie and Rosie reached their room, they were both thoroughly exhausted from the trying experience of dinner with Jennie's friends.

Rosie was still somewhat proud of her apparently extensive knowledge of Jennie, cementing her place as her rightful best friend, as if there was any doubt to begin with.

Jennie, on the other hand, had been pleasantly intrigued and confused by Rosie's brief display of passionate enthusiasm, and credited it to nothing more than nerves. It's not like Rosie had to be jealous of Mino. Jennie wasn't even interested in him.

Jennie, while fumbling with the keycard in the slit of the lock, decided to mildly press Rosie for information, since they'd mostly discussed the food (which was mainly Jennie's doing), on the way up.

"Jennie, may I help you?" Rosie asked softly, amusedly watching Jennie struggle.

She hadn't even had anything to drink, she just didn't have what Rosie called the "magic touch" when it came to inserting the keycard properly.

Jennie had later made a joke saying she'd show Rosie how magical her touch could be, earning herself a smack on the arm and an eye roll.

"Sure." Jennie mumbled dejectedly, handing Rosie the card. "Have at it."

Rosie chuckled, stepping forward, sliding the card through in one motion, becoming cheekier by the second as the small light blinked green and she held the door open for Jennie.

"Thanks." Jennie muttered teasingly, snatching the key from her as she made a beeline for the bedroom, eager to take her heels off.

"Jen?" Rosie asked tentatively. "Are you changing, or-?"

"Rosie, please." Jennie rolled her eyes, stepping through the doorframe to grab Rosie's wrist, pulling her into the room. "We're not those awkward friends who have to avoid each other. I'll just take the bathroom."

Rosie nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat as she removed her own heels. She watched Jennie pick up a few pieces of clothing from the dresser she'd unpacked everything into earlier, and then march into the bathroom, closing the door slightly.

"So." Rosie paused for a moment, sliding the straps off her shoulders as she set about changing. "When you said a family reunion, I'll admit, this isn't what I pictured."

"You pictured my family? Gross." Jennie's teasing call echoed in the bathroom.

Rosie shook her head, well aware that Jennie couldn't see. "Jen." She sighed. "You know what I mean."

"What? You pictured great aunts and uncles and just a bunch of wrinkly people in general, pinching my cheeks?" Jennie replied, laughing a little at the sight she'd conjured in her mind.

"Well, yes." Rosie admitted, pulling on her nightgown: a short black dress with a thin, breathable material, and a slit on the left leg. She hadn't considered how...risqué it might have looked until the moment she saw herself in the mirror on the back of the bathroom door, where Jennie changed on the other side.

"Nope." Jennie's voice sounded muffled, and then came a grunt. "That's...Ugh, that's my family. They're- Uh- all friends, really. We're all just- Dammit! We're all close."

Rosie's brows furrowed in absolute confusion. "...Jennie?" She questioned.

Whatever Jennie was up to, it sounded...dirty.

Rosie immediately scolded herself for thinking that, and instead eyed the soft looking carpet, deciding that, if Jennie was taking as long as she was, she might have been able to slip in a few yoga poses.