LATE NIGHT TALKING (READERXJENNIE)

14.

The private park had every right to call itself a private park, Jennie thinks.

Rosé and Lisa were the ones who were always finding ways to be in touch with nature. Jennie and Jisoo were always the ones who preferred to stay inside, spending their time in the comfortable space of their room.

But even Jennie had to appreciate this place. They entered just beside the cobblestone walkway, shoes smooshing the delicate grass underneath. Y/n led her to the stone surface, holding a hand out for her to grab on to as they hop over the bush fence.

There was a singular bench placed in-front of the waterless fountain, facing it. Apart from the fountain, everything held life. Jennie forgave the wall of bushes, as she appreciates the flowers crawling up on it. The cobblestone walkway divides the park in four equal sections, with each section growing different flowers that Jennie didn't know the name of. They were all in bloom, despite the cold New York weather. A singular lamp illustrates the area, casting favorable shadows on Y/n's face.

They had taken the space offered by the bench, saying a silent grace that it had not been snowing, else their asses would be dead with frost bite.

"I'm starting to understand the price of that house." Jennie jokes, breaching the silence.

Y/n offers her a laugh "Yeah, no kidding. Cool place, right?"

Jennie nods, "Very cool." She shifts in her seat, unconsciously leaning towards Y/n in search for heat.

Jennie glanced at her watch again, hands pointing to 3:00 exactly.

"It's past midnight." Jennie says gentle.

Y/n shakes her head, fishing for another cigarette. Jennie all but watches, finding it weirdly attractive tonight.

"This isn't right." Y/n mumbles, cigarette missing the flame as her mouth moves.

"I'm serious," Jennie says, "we've been talking for so long-"

"I didn't mean, about tonight. I meant about New Year's Eve." Y/n says "New Year's Eve isn't supposed to be like this."

"What's it suppose to be like?" Jennie asks, tilting her head.

Y/n shrugs hers shoulders, holding the cigarette in between her lips. "I don't know, but not like this. This night is too remarkable."

Jennie didn't know what to say to that, so she reached out to pluck the cigarette in between Y/n's lips, and takes a drag on it herself. In her peripheral, she sees Y/n watch her carefully.

"God," Y/n continues "Now you've got me hating for this night to end."

Jennie chuckles, bumping Y/n's shoulders with hers. A small apology, though she doesn't have anything to feel sorry for.

They sit in comfortable silence again. Shoulder to shoulder, sharing a cigarette.

At one point, Y/n pretends to stretch her arms, letting it fall over the back of Jennie's seat. Jennie pretends that her back aches and she stretches and eventually slouching against the back of the bench. Touching around touching, as always.

They had talked about a lot of things, but none of what really mattered. Scared in a way, she supposed. Scared of what they'd find out, if they'd ever feel brave enough to crack open the history of them.

It's hard to untangle how Jennie feels for her, from what had happened because it's fused together solid. The emotions and the memories about them, things set in stone, things they tried to get pass.

And Jennie didn't feel like she could feel like this again for someone else. This unbridled, free-falling, slippery, fragile thing that comes with loving her.