I Hated Her || JenLisa

To the both of us

Lisa

"So tell me anything," I say, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

She hums, thinking about it.

"What do you want to hear?"

"Anything good?" I draw circles on her stomach. She giggles, planting kisses from my neck to my collarbone.

"I love you?"

I laugh at her, "I already know that. Think of another one."

We were inside her room in her mother's house. Her mom was busy with her work while we, took refuge to escape the cameras from BlackPink house.

Sure we got our own reality show, but it made us realize that it would be difficult to move as a couple.

"Remember years ago when you asked me why I hated you?" She starts out of the blue.

Kissing her forehead, "Yes?"

"I hated you before because I was jealous," my girlfriend spilled the beans.

I look up at the girl straddling my hips. My brows knotted in confusion, "Jealous?"

She smiles, nodding,

"You had everything that made me insecure of what I didn't have."

"What about now?" I ask her.

She intertwines our hands together, perfectly fitting into one.

"I'm grateful because you released me. You got me out of the chains of loneliness," she traces my bottom lip with her cold finger sending shivers to my spine.

"You may not have known. I was drowning in my own well of depression, but you always stayed by my side without question. And I guess, I slowly..." tears brimmed her eyes, and the way she stared at me had my heart soaring.

There was so much love in it, so much emotions I would never guessed she would have had.

Hushing her, I flipped the both of us and I now straddle her. I brought my head closer to hers.

She clears her throat, "You're my brightest star."

I love her, so much.

"Thank you for being honest," the words all heartfelt, never faltering.

"You're welcome."

Tittering, I scratch my nape before kissing her, my hands all over her body.

Hell knows how many times we've done it last night. We've been laying here for a few hours now, her legs still wobbly to walk.

She slaps my hand, "No," she chuckles, "I know what you're about to do."

Laughing with her, I raise both my hands up in surrender.

"Let's have a proper conversation without jumping on each other for sex," she smirks at me.

Pouting, "But it's good! You're wearing such after-sex vibes it's making me crazy!"

I flailed my hands. She really looked so good just wearing a white baggy shirt with no bra under it and an underwear for bottoms.

That's it.

That's how one Jennie Kim can set me back to a whole mood of lust.

She slaps my arm, "You're not too bad yourself."

Without a hint of decency, she unveils me with her eyes. A few years ago, it would've scared me, she had natural intimidating eyes that would give anyone the fright of the century.