Amiss Jennie X Y/n

Chapter 24

The sunlight was rude that morning—sharp and bright through the curtains, stabbing at my hungover eyes like it had a personal vendetta.

I groaned, half-buried under a mess of tangled limbs and silky sheets. My head was pounding, my throat was dry, and Jennie's leg was wrapped around my waist like she owned me. Which, in some ways, I guess she kind of did.

Then ring ring—her phone buzzed like a damn chainsaw on the nightstand.

I squinted, reaching for it, trying not to wake her. The screen lit up: "Dad Calling."

Shit.

I reached over, struggling to grab it with one arm while her other leg locked tighter around my thigh like she sensed I was trying to move.

"Fuck—Jennie," I mumbled, trying to wiggle free.

She just groaned and nuzzled her face into my chest, completely unbothered. I finally got the phone, but in my struggle, my thumb slipped and—

"Call accepted."

God. Damn. It.

"Hello? Jennie?" His voice came through—low, calm, and way too awake for this hour. "Hello?"

My eyes bulged. I covered my mouth in full panic mode.

"Uh—hi! Hey, uh, good morning! Jennie's, uh... she's fast asleep!" I blurted, trying to sound casual but probably sounding like I'd just committed a crime. My voice cracked slightly. Fantastic.

There was a pause on the line. I could hear a coffee cup clink on a saucer.

"Y/N?" he said slowly. "Why do you have Jennie's phone?"

"Um..." I looked at Jennie, still knocked out beside me with her messy hair and bare shoulder peeking from under the blanket. I swallowed hard. "We, uh... we just crashed, you know? Slept beside each other. Like, next to. Not on top of—or under. Just, like... parallel."

He was silent again.

I could practically hear the smirk forming on his face.

"Did you guys sleep together?"

I choked on my own breath and coughed, trying to laugh it off. "Pff—no! I mean yes! I mean not like that! We just—she had a lot to drink, and I didn't want to leave her alone, so I stayed. On the bed. Fully clothed. Pillows between us. Very G-rated."

"Right." He chuckled. "Relax, Y/N. I'm not going to throw a fit. I trust Jennie. And I trust you... mostly."

"Thanks?" I said, still nervously gripping the phone. "And yeah, uh... she really enjoyed the party. Honestly, thank you for letting us stay here. It was amazing."

"Did you enjoy your birthday?" he asked, his tone softening.

I smiled despite myself, glancing at Jennie again as she curled into me even more. "Yeah. I really did."

"Good. That's what matters," he said warmly. "Now I'll let you two sleep. Or cook. Or whatever it is you're definitely not doing in that room."

"Yep! Definitely cooking!" I lied. "Actually about to flip some pancakes right now. Gotta go!"

"Sure, kid. Take care of her, alright?"

"I will. Thanks, Dad—Bye!"

I hung up and let out a breath I didn't know I'd been holding. Jennie stirred slightly, lips parting, still in a deep sleep. I stared at her, shaking my head.

"You're lucky you're cute," I whispered, as soon as the call ended, Jennie's lock screen lit up. I blinked at it, confused for a second—then burst into a quiet chuckle.