: the one where all lisa wants to do is eat in jennie's fucking car
a/n: a converted shot from one of my fave merddison oneshots, thanks for letting me do this LezBeDaisy 😊 all credits!
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jennie kim had been dating one lalisa manoban for several months before allowing herself to truly relax and roll with the punches. she was less intense, less anxious, less stressed. she wasn't worried lisa would leave her at any given moment, she wasn't worried about being unhappy.
more importantly, she began to reveal parts of herself to lisa that she'd been apprehensive about letting out beforehand.
on a rare, nice day in seoul, jennie and lisa decided to go and get some takeout before going to the park to eat at a picnic bench. when said food was inside of jennie's car, she almost never drove, lisa insisted her girlfriend's driving was terrifying, and on lisa's lap, another quirk of jennie is revealed.
"no eating in my car." jennie informed lisa, as she saw a hand snake its way in the bag out of the corner of her eye. "it's my only car rule. i don't give a shit what you turn on the radio or if the windows are down or if you touch the glass-- but absolutely, no eating."
lisa, who was always late to one thing or another, was a notorious car-eater who devoured countless late meals while still trying to be slightly somewhat on time. she was a pro at it, her second nature. eating in the car was practically her religion.
"can i ask why?" lisa questioned, an eyebrow arched as she retracted her hand from the bag.
"i just don't like it, for numerous reasons really. i could list them, but i doubt you could care any less." jennie shrugs, hair blowing with the slight wind let in by the windows.
"please elaborate, i'd love to hear this." lisa crosses her arms and jennie lets out a huff.
"it's greasy and messy, there's sauce and juice which stains the seats. the smell lingers for hours, some times days, and everything smells gross. it gets all over your hands then you touch the door and the console and the dashboard. everything gets gross fingertips." jennie explains, almost shuddering just thinking of it.
"napkins exist for a reason?" lisa says sarcastically. "and most car food is clean anyway, no sauce or juices. and if you eat with the windows down, it doesn't smell." she points out.
"crumbs..." jennie counters. "crumbs get between the seats and on the floor, it'll attract bugs if the windows are down."
"a couple of crumbs aren't going to kill anyone." lisa scoffs. "you've let me put my feet on the dash and on the seats, my dirty shoes. how's that any different?"
"i've got wet wipes in the glove compartment to wipe down the dash and i vacuum the seats. dirt isn't as hard to get out as sauces and food." in this moment, lisa realizes just how clean jennie is and just how precise everything is with her.
shrugging, lisa sighs. "fine, i won't eat in your car. we'll just take mine whenever we go anywhere, it's no biggie." and really, it wasn't.
if she was never in jennie's car, it couldn't be hard to avoid eating in it.
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