Sunlight slipped through the sheer curtains, brushing against Jennie's cheek like a soft whisper. The apartment was quiet — that rare, hushed stillness between the end of a tour and the beginning of another whirlwind week.
She blinked lazily, disoriented for half a second, until her gaze fell on the woman sleeping beside her.
Jisoo.
Curled up close, hair slightly messy, one arm tucked beneath her pillow, the other draped across Jennie's waist possessively — like even in sleep, she refused to let her go.
Jennie sighed softly, her lips twitching into a pout that hadn't completely disappeared since Jakarta. It wasn't anger — just that quiet, childlike sulk that only surfaced when it came to Chu.
Jisoo stirred, eyelashes fluttering. "You're awake?" she murmured, voice thick with sleep.
Jennie hummed. "Mm."
"Why're you pouting first thing in the morning?" Jisoo's voice was teasing, but her hand immediately slid up Jennie's back in lazy strokes.
"I'm not."
"You are."
Jennie's pout deepened.
Even half asleep, Jisoo could feel it — that tiny tension in Jennie's shoulders, the subtle way she kept her face turned away, pretending to look at the ceiling. Jisoo smiled against the pillow, eyes still closed.
Without a word, she pulled Jennie closer until their foreheads touched. Then she pressed a soft, unhurried kiss to her nose.
Jennie blinked, startled. "Chu—"
Another kiss landed on her cheek. Then another. Then one at the corner of her lips.
"Chu!" she squeaked between giggles, trying to hide under the blanket, but Jisoo followed, peppering kisses all over her face.
"Stop—"
"Never," Jisoo whispered against her skin, voice light and affectionate. "Not when you're pouting like this."
Jennie's laughter turned breathless, soft and full of warmth. "You're so annoying."
"You love it."
"I do," she admitted quietly, eyes finally meeting Jisoo's.
For a moment, they just looked at each other — sleepy smiles, tangled hair, and that familiar ache that came with loving someone so completely.
Jisoo tucked a strand of Jennie's hair behind her ear, thumb brushing her jaw. "Tell me why you're sulking again, hmm?"
Jennie hesitated, biting her lip. "People kept saying you were really soft with Rosé lately."
Jisoo blinked, amused. "Soft? With Rosé?"
"Mm." Jennie's pout returned instantly. "They said you smiled at her differently. Like, all gentle."
Jisoo's eyes softened. "Nini..."
Jennie huffed, tugging at Jisoo's hoodie sleeve. "But you're softer with me, right?"
The question was half playful, half serious — the kind that carried quiet insecurity even beneath her teasing tone.
Jisoo's answer was immediate.
"I'm only soft with you," she said simply, pulling Jennie closer until she could feel her heartbeat. "Rosé's my member, my friend. But you..." She paused, her lips brushing Jennie's temple. "You're my person."
Jennie melted instantly, hiding her face against Jisoo's neck. "Don't say stuff like that when I'm trying to stay mad at you."
Jisoo chuckled softly, her hand tracing slow circles on Jennie's back. "Then stay mad. I'll just keep kissing you until you forgive me."
