really? • taennie

030 - Friday

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i realized the last time i posted was when iKON had a comeback
and here i am again
updating after another comeback
sorry for the long overdue part 2!
and thank you for the 14k reads 😢

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One day, he felt competitive over her attention. That day, he just thought of meeting her.

Now, she was really here. Not a projected image. Not his idea of her, but her.

He knows he might be doing this too fast. They just started talking for weeks. Yes, he had been earning facts about her, he was getting to know her more than the performer Jennie he always see on stage. She was more than the badass rapper, or the natural model he'd see on billboards or broadsheets, or a member of his favorite girl group. She was Jennie Kim, his Miss Gucci or Miss Uyu; the destroyer of his jokes and pickup lines, the cheerleader.

He was not able to stop himself either when his finger decided to poke her cheek just to check if she was real.

Which surprised her, of course.

"Suddenly?" She narrowed her eyes, but he still felt her pupils piercing through him. "What's that for?"

"Just making sure." He shrugged his shoulders before grabbing her chair to assist her to her seat. She just rolled her eyes before sitting down, and that made him smile again. It's so different to see her whole in person.

"Yeah yeah yeah," He went around to get to his own chair. "Don't give me the pickup line again how everything seems to be a dream because I'm here, blah blah."

He stood still and eyed her, jolted at what she had said. "I wasn't thinking about that though." Lies. He was about to have his well-rehearsed cheesy lines that should make her laugh because he always loved her responses. It might be better if he can see it while she was in front of him. "So..." He slowly sat down, eyes never leaving her sight, pouting and rubbing his chin. "Is that your pickup line for me?"

Her eyes widened, and he tried his best to keep his laughter. "N-no...."

"It won't hurt to give a few lines sometimes, you know."

"You just want me to be like you."

"Can't you blame me? The world doesn't care much on gender roles. Maybe it'd be wonderful to hear some nice things from you."

"I think I have to inform you I have my limits."

He finally surrendered and just smiled. Of course he couldn't resist her comebacks. Or smile. Or generally, her. He rested his elbows at the table and cupped his face, finding himself a comfortable position to fall into the trance. Her face has created a beautiful view he could not look away from, the longer he stared. Her eyes were catlike, and he loves his cat's eyes, he's starting to feel he loves hers too. The strands of hair she kept on pushing behind her ear but falls back were gently sweeping on her skin. Her plum lips were flat, and the smile she slowly reveals just makes him want to do everything to see that all the time. Her cheeks became chubbier that he definitely did not resist to poke again. She giggled in response.

The natural light could not pass through the thick baby blue curtains, and the light was off, but he can perfectly see how amazing the person in front of her is. It still felt surreal for him, but he loves every single second he spends staring anyways.

She finally breaks off the staring contest with a chuckle. "Why?"

"What 'why?'" He nonchalantly responded.