chasing girl wonder

no-knead

A/N: APT.!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm glad I still managed to write the angst emotions in this chapter while listening to APT. on repeat since its release, or else I'll just make everybody play the drinking game and dance around... lol

Also... Rosé cooked kimchi fried rice with Spam in her Vogue interview. Ahh, Lisa's comfort food in this fic lol

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Outside Cre8 Cookies, a cookie café in Gangnam District, Jisoo stole a snap of Jennie against the pink wall while the latter was smiling from ear to ear while taking a photo of her plate of adorable, rectangular-shaped cookies in different sizes, topped with white and pink heart-shaped icing sugar and confetti. The pout she caught on Jennie's dissatisfaction with her first photo bubbled up a mix of adoration and wooziness in her chest.

Hanging out throughout the day fulfilling her promises here and there, their friendship remained effortless as if the drunken kiss never happened, as if Jennie had not uttered, albeit half-soberly, that she wished Jisoo were a boy, and as if Jisoo had not clung to the romantic idea of giving her first kiss, albeit not in the ideal scenario she imagined, to her ultimate crush.

Yet, it was when they stopped talking, like in that brief moment no words were exchanged, that a strange tension lingered at the pit of Jisoo's stomach, and she was never good at confronting them, especially the negative emotions. Especially when she could trace it in the way, Jennie would smile weakly at her, her eyes full of apology and regret.

That kiss meant something to her—perhaps a lot, big deal—even if she told Jennie that it meant nothing just to comfort the latter. But her denial never erased what she felt when Jennie interlaced her fingers with hers when they were walking around Jamsil Hangang Park because that was one of her promises—I will hold your hand while you balance walking along the concrete roadside border blocks or some small bridge or park; or when Jennie agreed to make a heart under the rainbow and capture photos of it; a repetition of what they did last September; or when they ate lemons and took pictures of their sour faces; or that moment when her heart was paralyzed by the sight of Jennie leaning into her chest because she promised to let her listen to her heartbeat.

It was in those brief moments that time slowed down as one promise got ticked on her list, one after the other. In those mere seconds, she was falling maddeningly in love with Jennie, at the same time that her heart chipped away a little at the thought that maybe Jennie was only acting out of guilt and not a hundred percent genuinely out of simply enjoying her company. The fact that Jennie only made all of those sweet gestures out of ticking more of her promises was... diffusing the point of expressing what she truly intended behind those promises.

Fuckery—what fuckery is this? I don't freaking feel like this normally—Jisoo's thoughts were cut off when Jennie looked up at her, beaming cutely while showing off her photo of the cookies and her marshmallow-topped latte. Pretty. Her eyes shifted from the phone to Jennie's face. Pretty.

"Which filter do I use?" Jennie asked, her eyes rounded, expectant of Jisoo's artful opinion. "This one," she scrolled to the right to change the filter effect to a brighter tone, "or this one?"

Jisoo squinted at the phone and scrolled it back to the original photo without any filters on. "Just the original. The lighting already makes it a good photo."

"Alright," Jennie said, taking the suggestion and posting it on her Instagram.

As soon as Jennie placed her phone down on the table, Jisoo said, "You told me last time when you were—The designs you drew?" she quickly dropped the mention about that night Jennie got drunk and continued, "You said you named them after my promises. Can I see them?"