jealousy, jealousy | Jenlisa

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Lisa thinks she can handle a lot—it takes a while for her to reach her limit, unlike Jennie, with her fiery temper that's a breeze to ignite—Lisa can be easily irritated at times, and harbor a bit of a grudge, but that's about it.

But her last straw is swinging by the cafe to surprise Jennie when she said she was going to be busy and seeing her girlfriend accept a gorgeous bouquet from her fucking coworker of all people.

Hell, Jennie didn't even accept flowers from her. She called them impractical and expensive for no fucking reason, and she'd rather get something practical from her—and cheap, Jenni emphasized.

She thought she was being unreasonable, and maybe she still is, projecting her insecurities onto Taeh, but now, now she has a fucking reason to hate him.

Lisa turns on her heel and drives back to her apartment fuming, ignoring the heat prickling in her eyes.

There's no way in fucking hell she's going to let this slide.

When she hears the door creak open a couple of hours later, Lisa immediately stands up, and then stiffens when she sees Jennie's arms wrapped around the flowers.

She opens her mouth to give Jennie a piece of her mind, for having the fucking audacity to bring the bouquet home knowing she'd see it.

Until Jennie approaches her and holds it out for her.

"These are for you," Jennie says through a clenched jaw, clearly embarrassed.

That makes Lisa freeze.

"For... me? " Lisa asks dumbly, staring at the proffered bouquet.

"Yeah," Jennie says in a pained, strangled voice, a deep flush painting her cheeks. "For flaking on you on my day off. I'm sorry."

"But I thought..." Lisa mutters, voice trailing off.

Jennie... bought her flowers?

Jennie frowns.

"You thought what?"

Fuck.

She was stupid. She was so fucking stupid.

Lisa completely deflates, burying her face in her hands, and sinking into her seat. The tightness in her chest is back with a vengeance, but it's different now—it feels fuller, swelling until it was fit to burst.

Dear God, she's been a fucking mess, and now it's only going to get worse.

Pull yourself together, idiot.

"Why?" Lisa asks quietly, now staring at the flowers, a burst of reds and blues, two of her favorite colors—a mix of roses and tulips and a few white baby's breath flowers littered among them. Jennie hands them to her gingerly, still looking more than a little awkward. Lisa cradles them gently, smelling their sweet fragrance.