she's very pretty (jenlisa)

chapter 50

october 13th, 2016
(same day as last chapter)

jennie finally trudges through the apartment door at 4pm, bags in hand, and under her eyes from minimal sleep.

hearing the door slam, lisa jumps from the couch, blonde hair swishing as she skids with her slippery socks across the floor to the hallway, greeting jennie with a wide grin.

"you're home! tell me you brought food. tell me." she begs, and jennie tilts her head in response, frowning sarcastically.

"lisa, have you eaten? you know there is other food in the house, right?" jennie replies, concern lacing her tone as she drags the bags to the kitchen counter with lisa following eagerly behind.

the blonde pauses as jennie times around to stare at her judgingly waiting for an answer. "uh- well, there's food, but only ingredients. i felt like a snack."

"is that code for 'jennie! help me! i can't cook because i'm a little kid and can't be bothered!'?"

lisa purses her lips, and the older girl sighs, chuckling lowly.

"knew it. what do you want? we can either have fried rice, japchae, or plain old ramen."

"ramen, of course, is that even a joke?"

"you need to start eating healthier. but okay."

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the two girls are sitting on the couch, watching tv as they gratefully shove forkfuls of noodles into their mouths.

they're what seems like miles apart but lisa's thigh and shoulder is rubbing gently against jennie's, stirring the brunette to glance at lisa occasionally, memorising every detail of her face while the blonde isn't looking.

jennie smiles watching her expressions as she watches the tv intently, barely blinking.

her cute button nose scrunching up when something funny happens and she laughs, and her jaw locking up and down firmly. her glint in her eyes when something makes her happy, her blonde fringe that she sweeps out of her view with a huff, as it clearly annoys her when she's trying to focus.

jennie doesn't realise it then, but she manages to notice about every thing about lisa in the mere half an hour they have dinner.

her knee, she bumps it up and down when she's bored, her hands that stay clasped over her stomach, clenching when something interesting happens. her pearly white teeth as she yawns, leaning further back into the pillow and closet to jennie, tucking her hands under her head. her hooded eyelids that become progressively larger the more tired she gets, her eyelashes fluttering at any sudden movement, sound or light.

little does jennie know lisa's been feeling the brunette's eyes on her the whole time, basking in the warmth of her clear adoration for the blonde.

it gives lisa some kind of confidence, moving closer to jennie to the point where lisa is resting her head on a cushion two centimetres away from jennie's shoulder.

the brunette becomes aware of every move, goosebumps raising on her arm.

"you cold?"

"what? no." jennie replies defensively.

lisa clicks her tongue, smiling softly.

"how was your day?"

"it was good."

"that's good."

jennie stays silent after lisa's comment, and the blonde has to resist the urge at pinning her down and screaming at her.