What happens when music meets love? Discover the answer in this collection of JenLisa one-shots, where each story is a unique interpretation of a song's emotional landscape, revealing the hidden depths of Jennie and Lisa's relationship.
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The scent of jasmine hung heavy in the air, a familiar comfort in Lisa's Seoul apartment. Rain lashed against the windows, mirroring the tempest brewing inside her. She paced, the worn wooden floorboards creaking a soft counterpoint to the rhythmic drumming of the storm. Tonight, she had to tell Jennie.
Jennie, her Jennie, the anchor in her chaotic life, the sun that warmed her even on the coldest days. Jennie, who was everything - her home, her dreams, her future. The thought of losing her sent a chill down Lisa's spine, colder than the autumn rain outside.
A soft knock echoed through the apartment. Lisa's heart leaped. It was Jennie.
Jennie entered, her usually vibrant aura dimmed by the weather. She was carrying a steaming mug, the aroma of chamomile tea filling the air. "You look like you're about to conquer the world, or maybe just a particularly stubborn stain," Jennie said, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips, attempting to lighten the mood.
Lisa managed a weak smile. "Close. I'm about to conquer my fear of rejection."
Jennie's smile faded. She set the mug down, her eyes searching Lisa's. "What's wrong, Lisa?"
Lisa swallowed, the lump in her throat making it hard to speak. She walked over to the window, the rain blurring the city lights into shimmering streaks. "Remember that song we both love, 'PS. I Love You'?" she began, her voice barely a whisper.
Jennie nodded, a hint of apprehension in her eyes.
"The lyrics... they're not just lyrics to me, Jennie. They're... they're how I feel about you. Every line, every word, it's all about you." Lisa turned to face Jennie, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You're my home, my dreams, my everything. In a thousand lifetimes, I'd choose you, without a doubt."
Jennie's breath hitched. She took a step closer, her hand reaching out to gently cup Lisa's cheek. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through Lisa, a comforting warmth against the storm raging within her.
"Lisa..." Jennie's voice was thick with emotion. "I..."
Lisa's heart pounded in her chest. Would Jennie reciprocate her feelings? The fear threatened to overwhelm her.
Jennie's eyes welled up. "Lisa," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion, You are everything I've ever looked for."
Tears streamed down Lisa's face, tears of relief and overwhelming joy. She threw her arms around Jennie, burying her face in Jennie's hair. "I love you, Jennie," she sobbed, the words tumbling out in a rush of emotion. "I love you in every universe."
Jennie held her tight, returning the embrace with equal fervor. "I love you too, Lisa," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "More than words can say."
The rain continued to fall, but inside, the storm had passed. In the quiet aftermath, surrounded by the scent of jasmine and chamomile tea, their love bloomed, a radiant flower pushing through the darkness, stronger and more beautiful than ever before. The only place they called home was each other, and in each other's arms, they found their forever.
JENNIE'S POV
The rhythmic drumming of the rain against my windowpane mirrored the frantic beat of my own heart. Lisa's apartment always smelled of jasmine, a scent that usually calmed me, but tonight, it only amplified the anxiety twisting in my gut. I clutched the mug of chamomile tea, the warmth doing little to soothe the chill that had settled deep within me.
Lisa has been... different lately. More reserved, more pensive. A quiet intensity radiated from her, a subtle shift in her usual vibrant energy that had me both intrigued and terrified. I knew something was bothering her, something significant, but she hadn't offered any clues. My attempts at gentle probing had been met with evasive smiles and hurried changes of subject.
The silence in the apartment was heavy, punctuated only by the relentless rain. I watched her pace, the familiar floorboards creaking beneath her restless feet. Her movements were almost frantic, a whirlwind of nervous energy that mirrored the storm raging within me.
The thought sent a fresh wave of icy dread washing over me. The possibility of losing her, of losing us, was a pain so sharp it stole my breath. We'd been best friends for so long, our lives intertwined like the roots of an ancient tree. For me, she is not just my best friend, she is my confidante... my everything. The idea of a life without her was unbearable.
I knew, deep down, that there was something more between us than friendship. The stolen glances, the lingering touches, the unspoken words that hung heavy in the air between us - they spoke volumes. But the fear of ruining what we had, of shattering the delicate balance of our relationship, had kept me silent.
But tonight, something felt different. The air crackled with unspoken emotion, a palpable tension that hung between us like a charged wire. I saw the vulnerability in her eyes, the unshed tears threatening to spill over.
I set down the mug, the clinking sound jarring in the sudden silence. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat accompanying the storm outside. I had to know. I had to say something, anything, to break the suffocating silence before it crushed me. "You look like you're about to conquer the world, or maybe just a particularly stubborn stain," I said, attempting to lighten the mood.
"Close. I'm about to conquer my fear of rejection." She said, what does she mean by that? What should I say next? How could I possibly articulate the tempest of emotions swirling within me?
"What's wrong, Lisa?" All I could do was wait, and hope, and pray that whatever was about to happen wouldn't tear us apart.
Lisa swallowed, the lump in her throat making it hard to speak. She walked over to the window, the rain blurring the city lights into shimmering streaks. "Remember that song we both love, 'PS. I Love You'?" she began, her voice barely a whisper.
I nodded, a hint of apprehension in my eyes. My breath hitched. The song... it was our song. A song filled with unspoken longing and quiet devotion. Was she... was she about to confess her feelings?
"The lyrics... they're not just lyrics to me, Jennie," she continued, her voice trembling slightly. "They're... they're how I feel about you. Every line, every word, it's all about you." She turned to face me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "You're my home, my dreams, my everything. In a thousand lifetimes, I'd choose you, without a doubt."
The words hung in the air between us, heavy with unspoken emotion. My heart pounded in my chest, a frantic drumbeat accompanying the storm outside. Lisa's confession, delivered with such raw vulnerability, left me breathless. The fear that had been gnawing at me for weeks dissolved, replaced by a wave of overwhelming relief and a burgeoning hope that mirrored the shimmering city lights blurred by the rain. This was it. This was the moment I had been both dreading and longing for. And now, all I could do was wait, with bated breath, to see what the future held.
