Our Old Manager.

She broke it.

"Come on. Please pick up the phone." Jennie begged for a hundredth time. "Kuma, not now, please. My girlfriend," Jennie pondered. She grumbled as she looked at her curious-looking puppy. "Y/N eonnie is not answering her phone. Do you know where she went?" Kuma lets out a bark. "Yeah, me neither." The owner sighed.

Speaking of the devil, beeping sounds could be heard at the front door.

"I needed that so badly. Thank you very much." Jennie could hear her voice. She stood up and dashed towards the front door. "Where did you go?" Jennie instantly demanded, but her tone softened as she observed the cousins' clothing. "Where were you?" The younger woman hugged herself in humiliation. Y/N dropped her bag, wiped her sweaty forehead, and replied, "Play some basketball. I needed some fresh air."

"Can't she do that?" Here comes Nayeon.

"Don't start, please." Y/N nudged her. "You could have at least told me in a note or texts that you wouldn't be here when I woke up this morning. I was worried." Jennie murmured. Given Y/N personality, she agreed with Jennie. "I'm sorry. I didn't think about it." Jennie's lips pouted as she heard Y/N's explanations. "You forgot to update your girlfriend on your whereabouts?" Nayeon gave a snarky laugh. "I'm too hot to be here for this. I need to shower."
Jennie bit back from firing a few kind words of her own. Nayeon had already made it evident how she views Jennie now.

"Here you go." Jennie passed Y/N a glass of cold water after she asked it.

"Have you eaten?" Y/N enquired after sipping.
"No."

"I got you a sandwich." The older rummaged through her stuff, pulling out a paper bag with the name of a bakery on it. "Thank you." Jennie offered a smile. "I'm going to take a shower now." Y/N retrieved some clean clothes. "Eat up, alright?" Nobody knew why, but Y/N bent down, her lips puckered up.

Both women's eyes widened following the kiss.

Why?

They honestly can't recall the last time they were intimate with each other. Be it little kisses, intense make-out sessions, or, of course, sex. Jennie licked her bottom lips and placed her food to one side. "One more?" Her hands reached up to embrace the older's flushed face. "You need to.. eat." Y/N murmured into the younger's lips.

Her heart says no, but my oh my, her body says yes.

Y/N lifted Jennie onto the dining table. "You need to shower." Jennie fired back. Despite missing whatever they were doing, Jennie realised it wasn't a good idea. She was beginning to fully grasp it.

"One more?" It was Y/N's turn to ask.

"Yes, fuck, please." Jennie moaned. She was not going to refuse kisses from Y/N.

Y/N's lips moved quickly against Jennie. It was a mess. Teeth colliding with one another. Tongues twirled around each other. Jennie placed her hands on the older's waist, pushing them closer together. Y/N backed away, whimpers escaping her lush lips.

"No, don't, don't go please." Jennie chased the sides of Y/N's face with both of her hands. The tone of her voice sent a shudder down Y/N's spine, but a hesitant smile appeared on her lips instead.

"We should not be doing this, Jen." Y/N replied, her gaze never leaving the shape of the other woman's lips.

Jennie let out a breath she had not realised she was holding in. "It feels good, no?" Her gaze landed on Y/N's alluring eyes. "I miss you so much, baby." She blurted out. "I do too, but... fuck." Y/N suppressed a gasp as the younger's lips latched into a sensitive spot on her's neck. "You look so good." Jennie remarked. Her hands are now creeping up on Y/N's naked back. "So, so fucking good. Did you wear this top for me?" Jennie hummed. Her fingers went under the older's sports bra strap and lifted, allowing it to smack against her heated skin.