Seamlessly (Chaennie)

Chapter 12

Suddenly, Jennie and Rosie's dynamic was a far cry from what they started with. In fact, it was the complete opposite. In the dim lighting of the hallway outside the club, beside the elevator that had just chimed, announcing its arrival, Rosie allowed Jennie to find her footing on the floor, her hands smoothing out the sides of Jennie's hiked up dress tenderly.

They forced themselves apart, trying to tame their rampant breaths as they felt their heartbeats even out, though that would never be possible if they were in the same room with one another.

Jennie's cobalt gaze found Rosie's emerald response, and her breath caught in her throat once more. She clutched Rosie's wrist in her own smaller artist's hand, steadying herself. She wasn't sure if she felt dizzy because of the sheer amount of alcohol that was swimming in her veins, or her pure attraction to Rosie.

Both were rather acceptable excuses to misbehave, if Jennie had anything to say about it.

The door opened, golden barriers parting to reveal another young couple, perhaps the same one that resided on their floor. Jennie wasn't sure. She couldn't recognize anything except Rosie, who looked unfairly gorgeous in the dim lighting, harsh shadows falling on her high cheekbones, falling off her square jaw.

She was breathtaking, in every sense of the word.

Rosie was laughing quietly to herself, and the very sound make Jennie's heart flutter. God, that was all she wanted in life. To see Rosie's grin, to hear her laugh.

She was in so deep.

"What?" Jennie inquired under her breath.

Rosie shook her head. "We started out kissing in front of everyone we could, to make it look real. And now, we're waiting till they pass."

In retrospect, it probably wasn't that funny. But god, seeing Rosie grin like that, so giddy and carefree...Jennie found herself chuckling at the irony, shaking her head.

The couple passed without so much as a sideways glance, and Jennie spared a look at Rosie.

There was a decision to be made.

Jennie never looked back, to the safety of the table, where the rest of the Delinquents were. She never looked back, towards all the excuses. Towards all the reasons why she couldn't be with Rosie. All the reasons why she shouldn't have.

Instead, she narrowed her eyes at the rapidly closing slit, and tore away towards it, pulling Rosie's arm behind her.

Rosie followed with nothing more than a gasp.

And just like that, sliding through the doors and slamming the button for their floor, Jennie made the leap of faith, with Rosie faithfully by her side. She was jumping with Rosie, for Rosie. Her brain was a little hazy, and nothing made sense.

Well, almost nothing.

The moment the doors had shut, Jennie whirled around, pressing Rosie against the elevator wall as she went back to recapture her soft, swollen lips, Rosie uttering a small cry of pleased surprise as one hand wrapped around Jennie, the other steadying itself on the small handrail against the small of her own back.

Out of the corner of her eyes, between heated kisses, she could see their reflection in the mirror like glass adorning the walls. She could see herself, lipstick slightly smudged, lips swollen. She could see Rosie, looking similarly disheveled, arm clenched around Jennie somewhat protectively.

Rosie's mind was reeling, but the alcohol did its job, suppressing her doubts like the most powerful floodgate, shut and barred, sealed until Rosie could get what she desired. And that was Jennie Kim. Rosie couldn't help herself anymore.