LATE NIGHT TALKING (READERXJENNIE)

32.

Returning to Korea was a bit of a head spin.

They couldn't come back in the same plane, so Jennie went first and Y/n had booked a business flight, coming in a few hours after.

They tried to schedule a meet up again, but clashing schedules provided to be a bit more burdensome than they had anticipated. Days had past, and then it's already been a week and a half, when they'd finally arrange something that'll work for them both.

With the nature of everything that had happened between them, Y/n had went all out.

Booked a yacht, right? No expense spared.

And Y/n's nervous. Nervous as fuck.

She's checked everything, from the menus, to the deck that she knows nothing about, to the weather, even checked the traffic, trying to gauge if the place is a bit of a drive from where Jennie lives.

She's nervous, because she supposes that goodbyes take a great deal of courage to do, yes? A mountain that's a bit difficult to get over.

But what takes even more courage, Y/n thinks, is the rebuilding that comes next, to cast their aversions aside despite all that they've suffered, to risk it all again because she knows that this pull, this connection is precious and rare, and is always worth the risk.

Jennie texts her that she's around the area, and miraculously, the water had calmed, the sky had cleared, and Y/n's heart stilled.

A different kind of stillness. No nerves about her, because she's sure that this is where she needs to be. This is something that she needs to do, finally.

Finally god, give this to me, Y/n thinks, give this to me.

The stars cradle her heart like a proud mother, and she counts one to ten, until Jennie's walking by the lit docks, towards the yacht.

When Jennie descends her, it felt like the second coming of Christ.

No shit.

Y/n chalks it up towards the smell of seawater, and Jennie's white dress. She had always loved her in white. Loves how good she looks, when she's happy and all bright.

Y/n goes to meet her, with shaky finger but a steady heart.

"You look like trouble." Y/n greets her with a smirk.

Jennie beams up at her, hands behind her back. "Speak for yourself."

They exchange friendly kisses with their cheek, a gesture that feels as fake as it had felt. Y/n reckons that they should've greeted each other with their lips, but that's not appropriate, and she's gunning for appropriate and traditional tonight.

They sit, and from across the table, she watched as Jennie's eyes come alive.

The diamonds are out.

There was no escaping this alive.

"You look good." Jennie throws the compliment in the air, smiling demurely.

"And you look beautiful - kind of unfair, honestly." Y/n chuckles softly.

The winds blew in Jennie's favor, it had swirled and played with her hair before softly setting it back down over her shoulders.

God, Y/n is so in love, there's no other way to say it.

It's just love.

Heaps of it.

"You look a bit nervous." Jennie comments, looking through the menu.

"You make me nervous." Y/n clears her throat "- why, does it make me look bad?"