Quiet on Set (Jenlisa)

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THIRD PERSON POV

"I take back everything I said, this bitch is ANNOYING" Jennie grumbled as she clamped her palms over her ear.

The bass of the speakers blasted through the entire house and shook the walls like it was paper. Jennie was pulled out of her sleep by the one and only Lisa, blasting music early in the goddamned morning.

"Manoban!" she yelled but there was no
response.

I mean, obviously Jennie. There's music playing.

The brunette groaned when she realized she had to peel herself out of bed just to tell her annoying ass roommate to turn the damn music down.

The brunette lifted the covers off her body and lazily made her way towards the door, stumbling and leaning to the side since her vision is still blurry.

"MANOBAN" Jennie yelled when she reached the door, watching the Thai girl lean against her own doorframe with a smirked.

It was as if she was doing it on purpose.

"What?" The actress asked innocently.

"Turn it down!"

"Why?" She pouted.

Fuck you, Manoban! Don't make that pout or else I'll fucking make your lips swollen with my own.

"BECAUSE PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP"

"We have to go into the studio, I like to be early." Lisa smirked.

"WOULD YOU JUST TURN THE DAMN MUSIC DOWN"

"No."

"Thank yo- WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO!?"

"No means no. Have you never had rejection
in your life Ms Kim?" The Thai teased.

"What the- Just. Turn. It. Down"

"Say please."

"I'm not saying please, what the hell."

"Say please." She smiled.

"Manoban!"

"Oh gosh, you're no fun. Just a lame ass."A"Lisa rolled her eyes and walked back into her room, leaving the sleep deprived brunette in the hallway alone.

You're lucky, if you didn't make my heart race every DAMN time, I would have knocked you out.

The music died down and Jennie's heart finally returned to normal without the pounding inher brain.

The brunette lazily made her way back into her room and tossed herself onto her bed, desperately hoping that the sleepy trance she was in would continue so she could fall back into her dream.

But as usual, they fail and all that was left was a sleepy Jennie wrapped up in sheets and anannoying roommate who she wanted to strangle.

The curtains add an orange glow to the morning light, every morning a perfect sunrise. It reminds Jennie of of the times she slept in a beach hut, watching the ocean emerge under the golden shimmer. For amoment her mind conjured the rhythmic waves, soft on the sandy shore and felt her heart beat to the same slow pace.

She breathed in deeply. A new day had begun, day two of being in the new house. She reached her hand out to the fabric, noticing how up close the light poured through every open space between fibres, no different from how it once came through like a beach-hut walls, illuminating like brilliant fire-flies each dawn.

The material was warm beneath her fingers which was far different the cold temperatures of last night and when the sun flooded the room, painting the colours anew, she felt a little of those golden rays soak into her skin.